#fought for my life trying to finish this asap

[paleprincessturtle]

Hey sweetie 🥰 would you also write smut ?

Thanks for the request! But in all honesty, this is the first time ever I attempted to write smut. Hopefully, it turned out to be good... Here goes!

Note: I have a few more requests but life has been so hectic, so please bear with me. I'll try to finish it ASAP. But if you wanna keep 'em coming, please do. Thanks!

Cold Tiles

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Female Character (she/her)

She connected her phone to the speaker and turned on some music. She untied her robe, and she let it fall off of her body as she walked toward the shower. She opened the glass door of the shower entrance and walked in. The water hit her bare body, and she groaned at the warmth of it. She grabbed some soap and slowly rubbed it on her body with a loofah. She rinsed herself off and began washing her hair with shampoo and then conditioner. Someone knocked on the glass door, and she jumped.

She quickly spun around, her eyes wide. But she soon relaxed when she realized it was only her husband. Harvey had a towel wrapped around his waist, and he dropped it, and underneath, he was very much naked. She bit her lips after seeing what had actually awakened. "May I join you? Or should I use the guest bathroom?" She quickly nodded, earning a smirk from Harvey. He opened the shower door, walked in, and stood behind her. "How was your day?" she whispered, rinsing the last trail of the conditioner out of her hair. "Stressful as always. You know, Louis pissed his pants, Jessica accidentally burned her office, Donna misplaced a meeting, and Mike turned himself in," Harvey said nonchalantly as she laughed. "But it's better now that I'm here with you," he now whispered. He always had a way with words, and Harvey Specter knew he just had to use that prowess. It was one of the reasons she fell for him.

"Oh yeah?" she asked while turning around, and the warm water hit her back. "How much better?" she whispered as she looked up into his brown eyes. She bit her lip and placed a hand on his chest. "A lot better," he said, his voice throaty. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his hard member against her stomach. She stood on her toes and kissed him on the lips. He responded quickly and fought for dominance. "Baby, if we don't stop, I'm not going to be able to control myself," he mumbled against her lips. Her knees felt like jelly as he kissed down her neck. "Don't stop," she mumbled breathlessly. She moaned as his hands caressed her behind. "I love you so much, but please, fuck me," she said, almost begging. "I love you too, but I'm not going to fuck you," he said as he looked deep into her eyes. "I'm going to make love to you over and over and over and over again."

She was ready to come just by the throatiness of his voice and the sweet yet rough ways he said it. She closed her eyes and moaned. Oh my God, she thought. Harvey smirked at the effects he still had on her, even after all these years. Harvey quickly turned off the shower and turned back to her. "I'm going to make the whole building know my name." "Do it," she said, daringly. One thing you must know about Harvey Specter is that you shouldn't even dare him. His eyes narrowed as he wasted no time in pulling her close to him. She smashed her lips against him when he grabbed her behind to pick her up. He picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He pushed her back against the cold tile wall of the shower. She shivered but giggled not long after. She kissed him hungrily, and he kissed her back with even more intensity.

He detached his mouth from hers and pinned her arms above her head. Her legs tightened around his waist, and he pressed his dick against her entrance. She almost screamed out when Harvey captured her breast in his mouth. The cold sensation from the shower and his warm mouth were everything. He flicked his tongue and bit down slowly. She moaned at the all-but-new feeling. Her pussy tingled as he continued the attack on her breast. He moved on to another one and gave it the same attention. He removed his mouth from her breast and looked at her with lust clouding his eyes. He reached down toward his dick and placed it against her entrance. He lingered there. This fucker is teasing, she thought. "Don't tease m.." she said, stopping herself from saying anything further as he entered her roughly. She cried out in pleasure as he began thrusting. Her nails raked up and down his back, most likely leaving marks.

"Fuck," she bit her lip, feeling overwhelmed. "What was that about teasing?" he grunted out as he continued thrusting into her. "Shut up," she moaned. She grabbed his head and kissed him passionately. His mouth captured her moans, while her mouth captured his grunts.

His hands gripped her waist, making him slam into her even harder. Roughly. I bit his lip and pulled it. "You're so fucking hot." Her eyes fluttered close as the knot in her stomach began to tighten. "I'm going to cum, Harvey," she panted as Harvey slammed into her harder. "Come for me, love," he whispered as his thrusts became sloppy. She moaned out his name as she tightly squeezed her eyes shut. "Eyes open," Harvey commanded. She forced her eyes open as you looked deep into his eyes. "Harvey!" she cried out as a huge amount of pleasure ran through her body. He tightened his hold around her, holding her as she came. She collapsed against his chest. Her legs shook around him as she rode through her orgasm. Harvey stiffened not long after, his head buried in the crook of her neck. His thrust became even sloppier, and he slammed into her two more times, and he moaned in pleasure.

"I love you so fucking much, you gorgeous wife of mine," he whispered in her ear as he breathed heavily. He kissed her neck and held me against him. He slowly pulled out of her, and she groaned, feeling definitely sore. She laid her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes in peace. "Did I hurt you?" he asked worriedly. "I'm just sore, and no, you were great," I told him, looking into his eyes. He nodded with a smile, and I pecked his lips.

Harvey unwrapped her legs from around his waist and slowly placed her feet on the cold tile floor. Her legs wobbled, and she held onto his arms. She tried to take a step but whimpered at the soreness at the meeting of her thighs. She closed her eyes, and her nails dug into Harvey's arm. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "Let me run you a bath," Harvey offered as he picked her up, bridal style. She snuggled into his chest, enjoying the warmth his body radiated. She opened her eyes as he sat me down on the edge of the tub. Harvey turned on the water. "Harvey," I whispered, and he looked at me. "You don't have to apologize; being sore after amazing sex is totally normal." She told him as she caressed his face. He leaned down to kiss her forehead. "I know, I just don't like seeing you in pain, especially if I'm the one causing you pain. Besides I said, I'll make love to you." Harvey looked at her apologetically.

"I love you, so damn much."

"I love you even more than damn much."

She smiled at his answer. He kissed her on the lips and placed her in the tub. He sat behind her with his arms wrapped around her. She leaned into him and closed her eyes. Harvey attacked her face with light kisses, and she giggled. "Beautiful," he murmured.

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[octal-alchemist]

nightmares can be so weird and personal in the ways they cause terror?

i dreamed that I was a teen again, panicking about something i thought was wrong with my uterus. my mom took me to a doctor, spoke for me, and gave him the impression i was trying to find out how to get an abortion. he started lecturing me abt the innocent being punished for my sins, so i finally spoke up and explained, "I'm a virgin actually, I'm just worried about this pain I'm experiencing, i think maybe i have endometriosis..."

and the doctor switched to this bored look and started telling me there's nothing wrong with my body, just my mind; they'll prescribe me an ativan, but i need to quit bothering doctors over stupid things like this.

And I got so angry I was shaking, so I marched out and jumped into my car and drove off. Then terror and logic fought for a bit; I became terrified of this new medical bill, then remembered that it's my mom who would have to pay it, then remembered my mom's dead, actually. but my brain kept telling me, maybe she's not. maybe she's going to call you about wasting that doctor's time and running off.

i pull my car over somewhere and remember that I wrecked it a few weeks ago, and get out to see the wheels half falling off, one side's also flat and shredded, and i remember what the guy fixing my car had been telling me i need to replace the tires asap when he's done. and i started crying thinking I didn't know where i lived, and without a car i had no way to escape anything more and just.

woke up just a bit ago shaking. just reminding myself that no, i haven't even tried to see a doctor in years, yes my mom is dead actually, for almost ten years now. no i did not screw my car up again. it should be finished by sunday night, I'll carefully drive it til i can get the new tires.

just, wow. most of my top personal fears squeeezed their way in? hypochondria, pro-life people, my mom, dismissive doctors, medical bills, losing my car (& thus my independence) once again.

like... where were the bugs? the horrors?

#dreams #nightmares #now that I'm calming down I'm kind of fascinated by how much i just learned about myself. #this probably would not have scared other people

[logicallyphan]

I need to ask you guys something and I need to know if I’m being dramatic or not. Sorry advance for the super long post RE my job life atm! Also please do not reply to the post. Just anon or message pls!!

I’ve been at my job for four and a half years now and its taking a toll on me,mentally. My boss is telling me that while im doing good, im not doing enough, leadership wise. the younger staff I work with don’t listen to me, let alone him. I work at a store that is mainly for 15-25 year olds so our younger staff is made up of that age group… which I do fall into but more towards the latter end.

There is little to no respect in that place. I have tried everything to get them to listen to me as I’m a shift lead and they just don’t care and im stuck doing their job PLUS my own. And on top of that it’s a consignment like shop, meaning for 4 and a half years I’ve had to decide if something is good enough for us to sell and if it’s not I basically have to tell them it’s not good enough. It’s awful. People get so upset over things that I have little to no control over.

But back to my point. My boss has been picking on me for the littlest of things lately. Him misreading my handwriting when my math was 100% accurate and he’s read it for years at this point. Him telling me I need to tell the girls to do more when I can only put out so much stock or clean so much before the job is done. Like all this little stuff that I can’t control.

And with the younger staff not listening to me, I’ve had to lie to them and told them the boss made a check list to follow when actuality I made it because they don’t want to listen. I ask them to do stuff and half the time they won’t do it! So guess who ends up doing it… me. And then my boss tells me to stop doing everyone’s job bc they’re standing around but it’s like I asked them and they just ignored me.

Idk I just feel like all my complaints and respect is ignored. And if I’m honest with you guys… this is the worst my mental health has been in a long ass time. I know for a fact it’s bc of this damn job. I fought to get this job for years and now that I’ve had for 4 and half years? I fucking hate it now.

I mean yeah sure it gave me great work experiences and I’ve made some friends and paid me great (doesn’t anymore lmao my vacation was paid for last year but not this year for no reason), it’s not worth it anymore. I feel like it went from the best job to the worst.

I should’ve left last year but I quit my second job after two weeks of working there bc I fucking hated it even more bc it was just fixing shoe displays for FOUR HOURS A DAY!???? I thought it would be more but nope. Anyways, here I am legit a month a way from vacation trying to find a new job asap and pray to god they give me the time off for it.

And lmao I kinda feel bad for my boss for doing this to him but like at the same time I don’t care. The only reason I feel bad is bc all staff but legit one person will be gone by September. Other than that, I’m over his bullshit. Depending on me to open the store, five days a week for two straight years but then not give me full time hours (I’m only 30 hours a week, most full time where I am is 40 hours and I am not aloud to go past 36 per week at this job) and no options for benefits??? The fuck? It’s bullshit. I’m scared he’s not gonna let me finish up once I give my two weeks bc he’s petty like that.

I’ve given my all to something that I can’t even love anymore bc it’s worn me down to the point where I cry coming home once a week or more. Am I dramatic?? Or is it really that bad? I look back at a year ago and even then I don’t remember it being as bad as it is now. I remember just needing a second job for the money, not bc I hated my job. Something has shifted in six months to make me just hate it so much. And yes, I am aware that everyone hates their job at some point, but like, I shouldn’t come home crying after work all the time.

Pls note, it isn’t simple as reporting my boss to HR… he’s the owner and manages every aspect of our store down to accounting lol. I have nobody to report him to.

Thank you for coming to my life story. Pls like, comment and subscribe and don’t forget to click that follow button.

(I’m sorry for that… I just had to make myself giggle after writing all this)

#rant #sorry for the rant

[maxxxines]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMALA ZANDILE DLAMINI!!! (October 21, 1995)

#fought for my life trying to finish this asap #why did i start last night sufbhew #ignore any mistakes ty #doja cat #girlfriend #dojacatedit #mine* #gifs* #doja* #** #100

[hopingforromanoff]

I Knew You Would {N.Romanoff}

THIS IS THE SECOND PART OF YOU PROMISED!

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: nothing I can think of really 

Requests are open, so feel free to send in requests and I will do my best to get them posted ASAP. I’m gonna keep them open for now but please be patient with the length of time it takes to finish them.

A/N: I’m not super happy with how this one turned out, BUT I'm super excited about a series I'm working on so I wanted to get this one out. Details about the new series will be posted 

Hope you enjoy!

~Lucy

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This is the SECOND part to You Promised. Which can be found HERE

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“Good people that pass leave in us a part of their goodness, and in that they live on. These people gave their lives protecting the generations to come. We have all fought alongside these great people, we know their courage, their honor and most importantly we know the sacrifice they gave today” as Steve spoke the wind tousled the flags flying behind him. The freshly dug dirt still settling back into the earth after the caskets had reached their final destination.  

The cool morning air blew through the trees, drying Natasha’s tears but new ones quickly filled the space where they had been. Bucky’s hand fell to her lower back in a comforting manner, but it failed to do much. She had watched her life crumble in front of her eyes, she felt the pain in your words; she couldn’t help you, she couldn’t save you. 

To her left, a woman sobbed and dropped to the floor. Her husband had been on the mission too...it had taken them days to pull his body from the rubble, at least Natasha had been spared from that fate. 

“Careful” Natasha whispered against your hair as her arms tightened around your waist as she felt your damaged muscles shake and try to give out under your weight. “Do you need to sit down? She added. 

You leaned in against her, and shook your head no. That was about the best answer she had gotten from you today. She wouldn’t let you fall anyway, she was hanging on to you too tight, as her tears fell; she could have been mourning you today too.  

Once the ceremony was over, Natasha quickly guided you into the elevator. She knew you would want to stay and feel like you were doing something but it had been a fight with medical to even allow you out for the funeral, you needed to go back. 

                                  ~Two days earlier~

As soon the Quinjet hit the ground, Natasha was on her feet and out the door. Seeing your lifeless body lying on the floor made her run faster. Your eyes flickered open for a moment when her hand touched your face, but they rolled back and fell closed again. 

Natasha felt as if she were in a movie, a tragic, heartbreaking movie. A blurry haze of hurried voices, and movement. She was in a daze and the only thing she could focus on was your cold hand in hers. Until it wasn’t anymore. 

You had been ripped from her side for hours as the doctors tried to bring life back to you. The doctors left her none the wiser to whether you were dead or alive. Natasha sat motionless, she didn’t feel the cold hard plastic of the hospital chair or hear when Steve or Tony had come to speak to her. All she could think about was you, how scared you probably were right now, how much pain you were feeling, or the way your blood stained her hands, most of her jeans and the laces on her sneakers. 

“Miss Romanoff, you can see her now” Nat was quick to follow after the young doctor. As she entered your room,  Natasha remembered why she hated hospitals as the sterile smell of disinfectant flooded her senses and she saw all the tubes and wires sticking from your body. 

Nat almost wished that she had stayed in the waiting room, you laid there so still, so pale. Natasha took you hand in hers ever so carefully, and it was so cold, warmer than it had been previously, but nowhere near the warmth you normally gave her. 

After some time had passed, your hand twitched in hers. She gave your hand a firm squeeze back. You turned your head slightly, almost as if you were trying to hide your face, pain spread through your midsection with the movement and you moaned in pain. 

“Try not to move, baby” Natasha free hand fell to your face, brushing your matted sweaty, blood soaked hair away from your eyes. “Y/n, baby, can you try to open your eyes for me?” Natasha added, her hand ceasing it’s movement and just rested on your cheek, she was always so warm. 

“How are the others?” your throat burned and voice cracked, but you needed to know. 

 “Y/n...i…” Natasha began, but you didn’t need her to finish, you saw the look on her face. 

“They're all dead, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, baby, they are” And with that, Natasha watched the light in your fade, like she’d lost you all over again. 

Natasha helped you settle in the cold, hard hospital bed. A nurse hooked you back up to the monitor and IV, Natasha could see that you were tired of all this. 

“Do you need anything, baby?” Natasha pulled the covers up so you wouldn’t get cold. You looked at Natasha for a moment, she really did love you and she had been going through a lot with this too, she had nearly lost you. You tapped the bed signaling you wanted her to join you. 

Nat didn’t argue with you, she kicked off her shoes and got in next to you, black dress from the funeral and all.  

Once Natasha was settled, you cuddled up to her, just letting yourself enjoy her warmth, she was always so warm. 

“I like being able to hold you again, I thought was going to lose you, Y/n” Natsha’s fingers soothed over the adhesive holding the IV in your hand was tugging at your skin. 

“I know Nat, I’m sorry” 

“Please don’t ever be sorry for it, it wasn’t your fault” Nat brought your hand up to kiss it gently. 

“ I kept my promise” with watery eyes, you remembered the promise you had made to her the morning before the mission. 

“I knew you would, you always do” Natasha wiped away a stray tear that fell onto you cheek, and held you tight.

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~S u p e r n a t u r a l~ CasxReader: “Crazy In Love”

IMAGINE: After risking their lives for a mysterious piece of clay, Sam, Dean, and (y/n) get a call that something happened to Cas at the hospital (s7 e21).

“Well, c’mon Meg! Give us more details! Can you at least tell me if he’s ok?... What do you mean you don’t know?” Sam angrily spoke into the phone and (y/n) and Dean exchanged scared looks as they anxiously waited to hear about the news of their best friend. Approximately an hour before all of this stress and anxiety appeared the Winchester brothers and their closest companion (y/n) Singer were hiding out in an old, abandoned jail staring at the block of clay that lay on the dust covered table.

“So what I’m getting from this is… we risked our lives for a lump of clay?” Sam looked at the girl and shrugged with a reply, “There’s gotta be more to it than just that. I mean, the Leviathans were treating it like Dean treats his car!”

“Hey!” Dean snapped. “Don’t judge me.” Sam just rolled his eyes while (y/n) continued to think aloud. “Maybe there's something inside?” This earned an odd look from Dean and she huffed in frustration. “Wha- Well I don’t know! I’m running out of ideas. That’s all I’ve got goin’ on up here unless one of you can think of something better.” Sam and Dean shared a look then shrugged. “Worth a shot.”

Dean grabbed a hammer and Sam grabbed 3 pairs of goggles, handing them out to each person. After making sure everyone had their protective eyewear on, Dean brought the hammer up into the air and struck hard on the block of clay. The moment the hammer hit the clay, causing pieces to fly everywhere, a crack of lightning, a quick rumbling of thunder was heard, and the rusty building shook for a second. The three looked at one another without speaking a word and Dean soon continued on again. Once again, he struck the clay with the hammer and thunder rumbled and the building shook. “Um is it just me or is-”

“Ya,” Sam cut in, interrupting (y/n). “That’s not normal.” Dean debated whether or not he should continue. Whatever is in this block of clay was important enough that Leviathans were willing to sacrifice their lives for it. This could be something to end the apocalypse and put a stop to the death of mankind forever. With that, Dean repeated the actions of striking the clay with the hammer despite the loud thunder, bright lightning, and violent shaking of the building.

Eventually everything went quiet and all the clay was completely gone. (y/n) opened her eyes and released her tight grip on Sam’s arm while Dean let out a long breath that he didn’t even realize he was holding. The three stare down at what used to be a big pile of nothing and what now appeared to be a tablet. The tablet had golden writings or etching in it but neither one of them could make out what it was saying. It looked as if it were written in another language.

Before any of them could say one word, Dean received an urgent call from Meg that something had happened to Castiel back at the hospital and told them to meet her there ASAP. So that's what they did. Dean stuffed the tablet in a duffle bag and they got into the impala and drove off.

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After they arrive at the hospital and sneak past a few security guards, Sam, Dean, and (y/n) finally make it to the door of Castiel’s hospital room, where Meg stands chewing her finger nails and pacing back and forth. She heard multiple footsteps and looked at the group with a sigh of relief. “It took you long enough. He’s in here.” Meg opened the door and nodded her head, giving them the ‘ok’ to step inside. They walk in and see Cas staring out the window. “Hey, Cas?” The angel slowly turns around, faces them, and replies with a short “Hello, Dean.”

Castiel looks at Sam and smiles softly. “Sam,” he says with a short nod. “Hey, Castiel.” Cas’s eyes move from the tall man to the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. That’s (y/n) Singer. Of course he has met her before. She is the daughter of Bobby Singer and an old friend of the Winchester family. She was there when Cas first connected with Dean and the taller brother and ever since then he has had feelings for her that he, as an angelic and Godly being, couldn’t quite comprehend.

To a regular human being this was a natural thing, but Cas has never experienced anything like what he experiences when he’s around her. When she flashes her perfect pearly white smile at him, he can’t help but stop mid sentence and stare at her and her beautiful eyes. When she accidentally brushes his shoulder as they pass each other or touches his shoulder as she speaks softly to him or takes his hand for comfort, his face turns color and his stomach feels like he just swallowed a bunch of butterflies. And her laugh… oh her laugh… how it makes him wish he could listen to it forever. The way she scrunches up her nose as she projects this beautiful human noise from her perfect lips makes the corners of his mouth turn up slightly in a way he isn’t all too familiar with. Cas has no idea what was happening to him. If anything, he thought he was sick. But a regular human being would classify that as love. Cas was in love with (y/n).

Cas struggled to find the right words to say as he approached her and stuttered an awkward, “Hello, (y/n).” The girl fought the urge to throw herself onto him and wrap her arms around his neck, breathing in his comforting scent as she embraced him in a big hug. Instead she put a smile on her worried face and spoke to him in the soft, calming tone that he was very fond of. “Cas.” They stared at each other for a while until Dean awkwardly cleared his throat to break some of the tension. “Look at you, walking and talking. That’s great right?”

Cas forcefully peeled his eyes away from the goddess before him and looked at Dean with a goofy smile on his face. The angel approached the oldest Winchester with his pointer finger towards him. “Pull my finger.” Dean looked from the outstretched finger to Cas with a very confused look on his face. “I’m sorry. What?”

“My finger,” Cas explained. “Pull it.” Dean stood there awkwardly for a moment before gripping Castiel’s finger. Cas raised his eyebrows at him as he waited for Dean to pull his finger and sure enough he did. The moment Dean did as he was told, all the lights in the room bursted and everyone jumped at the sudden noise. All of the shattered glass fell to the ground and the group stared at Cas in disbelief as he giggled to himself.

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“So let me get this straight. You said you remember who you are? What are you?”

“Yes of course,” Cas replied. He then gasped and turned around as if he were reminded of something he meant to say a while ago. “Outside today in the garden I followed a honeybee. I saw the welt of flowers. It was all right there! The whole plan! There’s nothing to add.” (y/n) quirked an eyebrow as she watched his gorgeous blue eyes twinkle with excitement like he just got finished riding a roller coaster or running a marathon.

“And he’s been like this for how long?”

“He’s been like that naked guy at the raver ever since he woke up. Totally useless.” Meg replied and the girl just nodded her head in response. “Well, Cas, how are you feeling? Do you feel any different from before?” Cas looked to (y/n) with a look of adoration as he spoke, “Would you just look at her. My caretaker.” The brothers looked to (y/n) with questioning looks as she gave the same look to the clueless angel in front of her. “All of that thorny pain. So beautiful.”

“You’re crazy.” 

“Crazy in love,” Cas said, sighing contently as he continued to stare at her sweetly. Of course (y/n) was flattered by this sudden affection from the angel she’s been crushing on since she first laid eyes on him, but he is obviously not in his normal Cas-like state. For all she knows this could all just be a misunderstanding and when (or if) they get him back to normal he wouldn’t even remember saying those things. After giving out long, awkward hugs and sharing random fun facts about cat penises, Cas revealed how exactly he became like this and that the tablet was The Word of God. “Ok well what does it say?” Cas crossed his arms and stuck out his lip. “No.”

“What the- Cas how old are you? Just read the friggin’ tablet!” Dean yelled frustrated.

“No.”

“Cas I swear on everything sacred if you don’t read this tablet right now so help me i will-”

“ Cas,” (y/n) spoke, cutting Dean off. Cas uncrossed his arms and straightened his posture as his facial features softened.

“Yes, my love?”

“Will you please try your hardest to read this tablet? It is very important that we find out what this says. You may even help save the world if you dooo,” (y/n) bribed, singing the last part. When Cas didn’t respond she pushed a little more. “Please, Cas? It would mean the world. Can you do it for me?” She ran a hand down his arm gently as she batted her eyelashes. Cas was sure his knees were going to give out on him any second now. He grabbed her hand off of his arm and clasped it tight with both of his hands, tucking the tablet under his arm. “I would do anything for you (y/n).

Cas held up the tablet and stared blankly at it for a while. Dean began to grow impatient. “Well?” Cas cleared his throat as he began an attempt in interpreting. “Uhhhh tree…” he looked around at everyone for a second. When no one responded and continued to stare at him, obviously expecting more information, he looked back to the tablet and continued. “Horse. Fiddler crab. I can’t read it. It wasn’t meant for angels.”

“Alright,” Meg cuts in. “This all sounds bad. What are you two idiots doing with the word of God? Let me see that thing.” She takes a step towards Castiel but is stopped when Dean tells her to back off. “C’mon Dean. It’s my life on the line too.” Cas froze and stared at the ground uncomfortably with wide eyes. “I said. Back. Off. Meg.”

“Dang it enough of this ‘demons are second class citizens’ crap!” Cas suddenly cut in saying “Don’t like conflict” and teleported out of the room, letting the tablet drop to the ground and break into 3 pieces. “What the h*ll was that?” Meg just scoffed and crossed her arms. “You heard him. He doesn’t like conflict.” She flashed a cocky smile causing Dean’s jaw to clench and his hands to ball into fists.

“You know what? We don’t have time for this crap. (y/n), you deal with the tablet, Sam, you do research on how to read this friggin’ thing, and I’ll go talk to Cas.”

“Actually, Dean.” (y/n) cut in making Dean stop at the doorway and look at her. “Maybe I should go with you to talk to Cas. You and him do have a special bond but I have a strong feeling that the little amount of patience you have isn’t going to be enough at the moment.” Sam and Meg chuckled slightly but Dean ignored them. “Ya I guess you’re right. Alright. You come with me. Sam, will you please pick up the… “Word of God”? And do not let that demon get the tablet.” Sam looked at Meg awkwardly and shrugged and she rolled her eyes in annoyance.

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After finding Cas in the main room sitting quietly at a table, Dean sat in front of him and tried to talk to him while they played a game of “SORRY!”, requested by the lost angel himself. “Alright, Cas, where can we find this ‘Metatron’ guy? Is he even still alive?”

“I-I’m sorry. I believe you have to go back to start.” (y/n) giggled, earning a glare from the oldest Winchester, making her cover it up with a cough. Dean looked at the board game in front of them on the table where Cas was pointing and begrudgingly moved one of his pieces back to start like instructed. He then proceeded in his attempt to reason with the angel. “Cas, this is important.” Cas once again pointed to the board, signalling that it was now Dean’s turn to pick up a card from the stack that was located in the middle of the board.

Dean angrily picked up a card, read it in his head, threw it down, and moved his piece to where the card told him to. “I think Metatron could stop a lot of bad. Do you understand?” (y/n) could tell he was growing angry and very impatient with Cas. She quietly stood against the wall, watching anxiously. “We live in a sorry universe.” Cas held up a card that said ‘SORRY’ on it and continued to explain.

“It is engineered to create conflict. I mean, why should I prosper from your misfortune?” When he spoke he moved pieces around where they belonged and carried on as if he were simply talking about the weather versus the end of the world as we know it. There was no concern or emotion or feeling in his voice as he talked- whereas Dean and (y/n) held on to every word he said as they listened intently. “But these are the rules. I didn’t make them.”

“You made some of them. When you tried to become God. When you cut that hole in the wall.”

“Dean…” The two sat there looking at each other for a while before Cas continued. “It’s your move.” At this Dean slammed his hand on the board game and swiped it off the table forcefully. “Forget the damn game!” Cas looked down at his lap meekly and (y/n) took this as her que to intervene. “Dean! Woah, woah it’s ok. Calm down.” She put a hand on his arm, soothingly rubbing up and down making Cas stare. His mood quickly changed from shy to jealous as he watched (y/n) comfort Dean instead of him. Dean shook his head and stormed off leaving (y/n) and Cas alone. (y/n) took the seat Dean had previously been sitting in and looked to Cas with desperate eyes. Cas took notice of this and sat up straight with his hands folded on the table, giving her his undivided attention.

“Let's forget the game for one second. Is that ok with you?” Cas cutely looked to the side for a moment as he thought about the answer then nodded his head. (y/n) couldn’t help but smile at him. Although he wasn’t his true self right now she couldn’t help but notice how helpless and adorable he was being. He looked like a lost puppy. “Is there any way at all that you can help us?” Cas sadly shook his head and replied, “I’m sorry (y/n). I really am.” She could hear the sincerity in his voice. “It’s not your fault, Castiel.” He noticed her slumped shoulders and sad expression and thought of ways to try and cheer her up.

“M-Maybe when this whole thing is over with I can take you to a park.” (y/n) laughed making Cas’s cheeks heat up. “The park?”

“Ummm yes? Wait, no. I meant to say the strip club. Or was it the bar?”

“Cas, what are you talking about?” she giggled. “Well, quite some time ago Dean told me that if I liked a girl I should take her out somewhere. That and to wear protection, which is why I bring my angel blade everywhere I go,” Cas stated as a matter of factly and (y/n)’s eyes went wide as she attempted to hold back a laugh. “But it appears to me that I’ve forgotten where exactly I’m supposed to take you.”

“Wait a second. You like me?”

“Duh,” Cas chuckled and snorted as if she had told him a funny joke. “(y/n), I have been very fond of you since the day we met. Over the years you’ve made me feel things that I'm sure no angelic being has ever had the opportunity to experience. At first I was scared I was becoming ill with all the odd sensations in my stomach when you’d laugh or the muscle pains in my cheeks from smiling so much when you’d speak to me or even my face getting hot when you’d accidentally touch my shoulder. But after getting some professional advice from Dean I realized that I am truly in love with you.”

(y/n) had no idea what to say. She couldn’t believe that the angel she had fallen for after all these years had confessed to being in love with her. “Well in that case, maybe you’d like to take me to the ‘Bow Tie Bar’ right down the street here sometime.” Cas looked up, surprised that she accepted his invitation and nodded quickly. He was like a kid in a candy store. “Alright then. It’s a date.” A big smile made its way to Cas’s face along with a red tint to his cheeks. “D-Date. Right. Yes.” (y/n) laughed at his nervous stuttering and they sat in a comfortable silence for a moment. She then watched as his smile slowly faded and his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Um, (y/n)?”

“Yes, Castiel?”

“Why exactly does the bar have a bow tie?”

#castiel #cas #supernatural #spn #cas x reader #castiel x reader

[jaeminzie]

worth it | l.dh

↳ lee haechan x gender nuetral!reader

synopsis: having a turtoring session with fratboy!hyuck that you were bribed into turned into a cuddle session, but he definitely didn’t mind at all

genre: fluffff

word count: 2,123

you rubbed your head in frustration as the memory kept replaying in your head, making you regret your past decision. earlier in the day, lee donghyuck was practically begging you to tutor him for his upcoming exam. you were so set on saying ‘no’ because you very much disliked the guy but he began to wave fifty dollars in your face. and you, a broke college student, completely forgot about all the unfavorable feelings towards the boy and gave in.

but as hours passed by, you began to reconsider if spending time with donghyuck was worth fifty dollars. maybe if it were doubled then you wouldn’t be second-guessing your past decision. you looked at your phone to check the time, just to see if it was too late to back out now. and unfortunately for you, it was.

you let out a loud groan in the middle of the student café lounge area that you and your best friend, renjun, were relaxing in. “nice to see you doing well, y/n.” renjun took a pause from drawing on his sketchbook and looked up smiling mockingly at you to which you didn’t respond to in any way shape or form. the smile dropped and a wave of annoyance took over his facial expressions. “okay, what is it. are you hungry? you should’ve just aske-”

“i’m not always hungry.” you rolled your eyes at him and lowered yourself in your seat. “it’s donghyuck-”

“oh god. then whatever it is, that obnoxiously loud groan was valid.” he groaned with you. renjun never had a good impression on donghyuck because he didn’t brake his car for renjun when he was trying to walk across the pedestrian crosswalk, and donghyuck never said sorry nor look apologetic. instead, he just gave renjun trauma. he’s the reason why renjun always wait ten seconds minimum before crossing the street. although it gets annoying, his lost face before crossing reminds you of a cute kitten which makes up for the long wait. “what did he do this time?”

“he’s paying me to tutor him at his frat.” his face was evident in disgust and empathy. “i’m regretting saying yes because i’m too exhausted to deal with him.” you whined and put your face in your hands, rubbing it harshly in an attempt to wake yourself up.

“y/n, you are so strong.” he grabbed your hand away from your face and rubbed your hand awkwardly as he looked at you with apologetic eyes. “no but seriously, text me when he starts acting up. i’ll have jaemin with me for backup because i mean.” he lifted up his arms and tried to flex his arm muscles. key word: tried. “you know.”

you let out a chuckle, closed your eyes, and let your head fall back. “i’ll definitely be live texting you whenever he says and does something stupid.”

“so basically, what you’re saying is that you’ll be texting me every second. might as well have me on facetime.” 

you looked back at your best friend who was showing a toothy grin. “basically.” you checked your phone again and saw that if you didn’t leave now then you’d be late to the session. “fuck, i gotta get going. please wish me luck.” you lazily got up, got your bag and stood still in front of renjun with a face that was screaming ‘help me.’

“c’mon at least you’re getting paid, right?”

“you’re right, i need to stop being such a child.” you sighed and tried to erase every negative thought and feeling inside of you.

“kick his ass if he acts up though.” he raised an eyebrow at you.

you scoffed, “of course of course.” you sighed once again and pet renjun’s hair as you walked emotionless out of the student café and made your way to the bus stop.

donghyuck’s fraternity was only a couple blocks away and it honestly wouldn’t take long to walk there but you were too tired to even try.

the commute was quick but you wish it wasn’t. there you were, standing outside the door of regret. the outside was fairly clean but you knew that the inside would be a completely different story. you knocked a few times on the white door before a smiling donghyuck greeted you. “oh wow, you actually came.”

you fought back the urge to roll your eyes. “you’re welcome.” you both stood there awkwardly while he stared you down and you tried avoiding eye contact.

“oh sorry, come in.” he turned his body to make way for yours to enter his place. “i made sure we’re alone because it’s usually loud when the others are here. they’ll be back in a couple hours, though.” he scratched his neck and yawned while you examined the place. you were right, the inside was messy but to your surprise, it wasn’t too bad.

“yeah sounds good. it shouldn’t take too long” you turned to face him and gawked at his appearance. okay there’s no denying donghyuck is pretty decent looking, but he looks extra good today. he stood there awkwardly with his hands rested in the pockets of his oversized black jacket. his hair was slightly ruffled up, you can tell he just woke up from a nap. “you really thought i’d flake on you?” you raised an eyebrow.

his eyes wondered your facial features and marks. “i mean, you kinda hate me so.”

“i don’t hate you.” you corrected him. you may have a strong disfavor of him but you don’t hate him.

he smirked, his body seemed to relax a lot more. “then, let’s get started.” he walked past me and lead the way up the spiral staircase and into his room, which was surprisingly clean and well decorated with a tidy computer gaming set at the corner.

you set your bag right by the bed which you sat on. “so specifically, what are you struggling on?” you asked him looking at his figure that was leaned against his dresser a couple feet across from you.

“uh everything?” he let out a shy laugh and crossed his arms in front of him.

you decided not to scold him for always partying because truth is, you don’t know anything that’s going on in his life so you swallowed the upcoming insults that were climbing up your throat. “oh, well, we should get started asap then so we don’t finish too late.” you cleared your throat.

his eyes widened in surprise like he was expecting your usual witty remarks that he secretly loved, but you weren’t aware of his fondness for your attitude. “yeah for sure, let me get my stuff.” he hurriedly gathered his materials and set them on the bed next to me since he didn’t have a desk in his room. well, he did have his computer desk but there was definitely no room for books there.

he climbed on the bed and rested on his stomach and flipped the pages of the textbook, trying to find the first section he needed assistance on.

you kicked off your shoes and laid down next to him, but keeping your distance from him. he smirked slightly while still keeping his focus on the page. “you can scoot closer so you can see the book clearer.” he looked at you with innocent eyes.

in instinct, you rolled your eyes and scooted a bit closer to him. close enough to smell his cologne and close enough to see his moles randomly placed on his face and neck clearly. you took your attention away from his face when he suddenly made eye contact with you, catching you off-guard. 

his warm, soft bedsheets did no help in keeping you awake. you tried to focus on the words he was spitting out but every word entered one ear and went out the other as your eyelids began to feel heavier, and your vision slowly began to black out.

—

“dude what the fuck happened?” an unfamiliar whisper woke you up from your sleep but you ignored it, just trying to go back to your dreamland.

until you felt something absurd, someone’s warm embrace wrapped around you, your head was now resting on a pillow and an arm, and your cheek was rubbing against a wet patch of what you assumed was your drool on a white t-shirt fabric. “bro shut the fuck up, you’re gonna wake y/n up.” now, that was a familiar whisper to you. your heartbeat raced faster and faster as you made the conclusion that you were cuddling with the lee donghyuck. you internally groaned knowing that renjun will never shut up about this once you tell him. this will be his winning comeback for your future arguments. i mean, you could not tell him but what kind of best friend would you be if you didn’t inform him of the time you magically started cuddling with a man you disliked—but still enjoyed it.

“you better tell me everything later.” the whisper was a lot harsher than the first one, then silence followed after the unknown boy closed the door. you assumed he was gone but you waited to lift your head up to make it not obvious that you were awake to listen to their conversation.

“i know you’re awake.” donghyuck laughed above you, his chest rumbled against your cheek. “you stopped snoring a while ago.”

you groaned in annoyance and also in embarrassment. you slowly lifted your head up to look up at him and you were not ready to see the sight of him looking down at you with a soft smile and even messier hair, causing your heart to skip a beat. both your arms were still wrapped around each other, leaving no space between you both. “what the fuck.” you blurted out, not knowing what else to say.

donghyuck’s tired smile widened. “i should be the one asking you that. sweetheart, you’re the one who cuddled up to me first.” he enjoyed watching your face flush red in embarrassment, anger, and also by the way he looked at you so attentively. “you know, its quite rude.” he tightened his grip around you. “i’m supposed to be paying for a tutoring lesson.” he pursed his lips and furrowed his eyebrows, not breaking eye contact with you.

you remained looking at him with shaky eyes, not believing the situation you were in. your mouth opened, then it closed, then it opened to say something but donghyuck cut you off. “but this is so much better, my money well spent.” he sighed contently and closed his eyes, rubbing his cheek against the top of your head.

you could’ve protested or done anything to get out of his grip but your body stayed the way it is. “i didn’t even get to teach you one lesson, i’m sorry.” you were sincere with your apology, you wasted his time and now he’s probably gonna fail his exam if you two keep cuddling.

“i don’t care about that. i prefer this much more.” his eyes were still closed. you continued to admire his face and tried to memorize every single detail and placement of each mark. “hmmm, why don’t you take a picture?” he hummed, still keeping his eyes closed.

your hands made their way up his ear and pinched it. he let out a whine and finally opened his eyes which immediately landed directly on yours. “quit it.” you warned him.

“as you wish, darling.” his voice became lower and it almost sounded like a whisper. a soft smirk appeared on his face and his eyes were sparkling under the moonlight that shined through his window. “i love talking to you but i think i finally found something i love even more—sleeping with you.”

you opened your mouth to say something but his finger pressed against your lips to keep you quiet. he shushes you softly while he shuffled slightly to find a comfortable position, still keeping his embrace secure around you and his eyelids began to slowly drop. you admired his face once more before closing your eyes as well.

the question you asked yourself earlier today lingered in your mind before drifting off to your sleep again. is spending time with donghyuck worth fifty dollars? considering how warm he felt against you, and how you loved to hear his breathing and soft snores above you, and how perfect your body naturally molded into his embrace. you could finally answer the question confidently, yes.

#nct #nct 2020 #nct drream #nct 127 #nct dream fanfic #nct dream fluff #nct dream imagine #nct dream scenario #lee haechan #haechan #lee donghyuck #donghyuck #donghyuck fluff #donghyuck imagine #donghyuck x reader #donghyuck scenarios #haechan fluff #haechan imagine #haechan scenarios #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 imagines

[xxdragonwriterxx]

🔥The Angelus Mortis (1/2)🔥

A/N: Hey everyone, I’m back! I apologize for the really long wait but I wanted to try something different where, instead of posting one story at a time as soon as I finish it, I wrote five stories and then I went back and edited them in the order I wrote them. It took so long because I’ve been writing a ton in the past week.  Hopefully I can make up for the long wait by giving you guys several stories in the next few days or so. Thank you so much for the support on “Scalding”, I was not expecting it but it makes my really happy to know you guys liked it ❤️. Now, without further ado, here is my next Levi x Reader fic!

Warning: This one is super long so I actually had to split it up into two parts so it wouldn’t be such a huge pill to swallow. I will post the next chapter asap though, so keep an eye out for part two!

Summary: Erwin finds a dangerous assassin in the Underground while Levi is on a solo mission.

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Erwin sighed and rubbed his temples to try to dispel the headache that was already building there, the message from the Military Police on his desk, mocking him. He glared at it, his eyes scanning over the words again.

Gods they were so incapable. He would never voice his frustrations aloud, but he wished, for once, they could deal with their own issues. Fight their own battles without having to drag the Survey Corps back to do all of the hard work for them. 

Despite his annoyance, Erwin would not have normally been so frustrated, but this situation was different than usual due to the fact that Captain Levi was gone from the base. He had been sent off on a solo mission to get some more information for Erwin on the movements of the violent gangsters that were fighting with one of the Military Police branches.

“What’s today’s headache about?” The loud, chipper voice of his girlfriend, Hanji, made him look up and grunt at her and the stack of finished reports she held in her arms.

“Oh, I just received a message from the Commander of the Military Police. There is a dangerous assassin who has been cutting down the MP’s that venture into the Underground. Apparently, this guy is impossible to catch and incredibly ruthless, known to leave pieces of the soldiers around for the officers to find later. They want us to go down there and find them, put an end to them before they wipe out an entire regiment.”

Hanji leaned her hip against Erwin’s desk and raised her eyebrow at her partner as she listened to the gruesome things the assassin had done.

“Holy shit…, who are you going to send? Levi is on that solo mission,” Hanji said.

“Yeah that’s the problem,” Erwin responded. “I’m going to have to be the one to go. I’m not going to send someone who will lose their life on this mission. There is no need to waste lives on something as trivial as catching this guy. Also, if he’s impossible to catch, the only one other than me who has enough experience with the ODM gear to navigate the Underground would be Levi, who you pointed out is not here at the moment.”

“Well, I’m coming with you then,” Hanji said. “Someone will need to watch your back, and be there to bring you back to the surface if you end up getting your ass handed to you.”

Erwin smiled at her as he shook his head.

“I’m not going to lose this fight.”

“Oh ho ho, tough guy! Such confidence, I can’t wait to watch your ass hit the ground when that assassin shows you a couple of choice moves,” Hanji chortled.

“Your obsession with my ass is noted. Now go get ready, we are leaving in an hour,” Erwin said, his eyes twinkling as he teased her.

Hanji’s laughter bounced around the halls as she exited his office to pack her things and prepare for the trip to the Underground.

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Levi grumbled lowly to himself as he nursed a glass of whiskey, his silver eyes appraising the other people in the bar in annoyance. The Captain was not normally one to drink, especially back at the base, but after having to deal with some of the most annoying people on the planet, he felt as if he deserved to relax a little.

At least neither Erwin nor Hanji were with him. That was one of the only reasons he was able to convince himself to go into the old bar; not having to worry about Erwin pressuring him to loosen up, or Hanji trying to wrestle secrets about his life out of him while he was drunk.

Levi took a sip from his glass. The alcohol slid down his throat, leaving a fiery trail in its wake to settle in his stomach, the warmth spreading throughout his gut. The whiskey was starting to loosen the headache that was holding his skull captive, allowing the usually stoic Captain to settle a bit more in his seat, enjoying the relative silence of the dingy establishment.

All day he had been forced to fight with violent gangsters, helping one of the Military Police branches arrest the most aggressive ones and scaring away the others. The whole day had been a loud, frustrating, exhausting experience, making Levi almost miss his normal expeditions outside the walls with the Titans. At least it was his last day in this shit hole, finally able to return to the base in the morning now that all of the criminals had been successfully rounded up.

Thinking about the men and women he had helped put away that day, combined with the alcohol that was circulating through his system, made his mind stray back to memories from his Underground days. For the most part, he tried to forget about his past, thoughts about his time down there, only bringing up bitter emotions. It was like reliving a nightmare over and over again. 

He huffed as he tried to lead his train of thought elsewhere to no avail, his mind flooding with images from his childhood, his struggle as he and his friends fought for survival. His mind even dragged up a foggy image of a beautiful face from the dregs of his past before he quickly diverted his train of thought, refusing to think about that face, that loving smile.

Levi didn’t know if he was lucky or unlucky when his spiraling thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the appearance of a woman. She wearing a severe red dress that pushed her cleavage up so her breasts were almost spilling out over the top, her lips pursed as she sat herself across from him.

Levi refrained from groaning aloud in frustration, wanting absolutely nothing to do with the woman in front of him, but also recognizing that a tiny part of him was grateful for her intrusion, distracting him from sinking further into the dark memories of his past. Now, he just had to figure out how to shrug this woman off as she leaned forward, so obviously trying to get into his pants he was surprised there was not a ‘FUCK ME’ sign strapped to her chest.

Levi scowled and pulled away from her when she went to touch his arm. To his annoyance, the woman laughed instead of moving away, her eyes sparkling with barely disguised lust as she looked him up and down.

“Look, I’m not interested,” Levi said bluntly.

“Come on, handsome, it won’t hurt for you to relax, why don’t we ditch this joint?” the woman purred.

Levi rolled his eyes so hard he was worried he’d strained something. The situation reminded him of all of the times Hanji had tried to set him up, ignoring his protests and forcing him to meet women from all walks of life despite the fact that he turned them all down without a second thought. It bothered him to no end, not only because it was annoying as hell, but also because there was only one person he had ever given his heart to, and she was gone. Nobody could ever replace her, it didn’t matter that she wasn't around to love him anymore, he refused to be with anyone else.

He figured some people would probably see this as childish, but he didn’t care. To him, he didn’t have a heart left to give, the organ dying with his lost love all those years ago.

“Not interested.”

The woman pouted but moved closer still, practically leaning into him despite his grimace of disgust.

“You don’t mean that, baby, you look like you could use a good time. Here, let me help you. I know exactly how to make you feel better. Have you ever felt the stars? Because you’re about to…,” the woman said boldly, her hand slowly drifting downward.

Levi stood up so fast he almost knocked the table over. His glare was fierce as he slammed his empty whiskey glass on the table. Piercing her with his sharp gaze, Levi snarled lowly at her.

“Not. Interested.”

Grabbing his cloak, Levi stormed out of the bar in even worse spirits than before, memories of the face that haunted his dreams floating across his mind to tease at the edges of his broken heart. Growling to himself, Levi was only grateful that he was leaving in the morning as his feet carried him back to the shitty inn he was staying in for the duration of the mission.

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This was a bad idea. Scratch that, this was a horrible idea. Erwin laid on the filthy street of the Underground, hidden in the shadows of an alleyway, holding his hand to his shoulder where a dagger was lodged, gritting his teeth as he fought back the bile that rose in his throat at the pain swelling in his body. 

He had no idea where Hanji was, the pair having been separated when they were attacked out of nowhere. Erwin realized now as he lay in the dirt that he had severely underestimated this man, the assassin who got hired to kill the most powerful soldiers and officers in the military. He had read about his strength, but even with that information, he had not expected the fight to be so overwhelming.

This man was dangerous. Very dangerous. Erwin knew from the reports that the killer worked alone, using wit and cold, calculated cunning to attack in ways that not even the veteran soldiers had seen before.

Erwin’s thoughts were suddenly cut short when he heard a pained shriek, one he immediately knew to be Hanji, and watched in horror as a figure slowly came around the corner, holding the limp form of his comrade in his grip.

Hanji let out another pained noise as the figure threw her right at Erwin, the Squad Leader hitting her Commander, causing them both to grunt. Looking down, Erwin saw that Hanji had a long gash down her side, but it didn’t look very deep and she didn’t seem to have any more wounds other than some bruising. A warning.

Erwin managed to hide his nearly imperceptible sigh of relief at the thought that this assassin was considering sparing them if they only left him alone. He knew that he could never leave the assassin alone forever, but if it gave them the chance to get to safety, he could come back another time with reinforcements. It was only one man. A very powerful man, but a man nonetheless, he wasn’t invincible.

Forcing down the whimper that bubbled in his throat when Hanji moved against his shoulder, shifting the blade in his flesh, Erwin locked his eyes on the figure that was still watching them, the darkness of the alley covering any distinguishable features. The only thing Erwin was able to make out was that the figure looked smaller than he imagined. But the seasoned Commander wasn’t stupid enough to determine his threat level based on size, not when one of his best friends was Levi Ackerman, one of the shortest yet deadliest men alive.

The pair tensed when the figure suddenly started towards them, his arm reaching back to procure a wickedly sharp sword from underneath his black cloak. Erwin’s mind scrambled for a plan but he came up blank, his mind ceasing all thoughts when the figure suddenly charged them, sword held aloft.

Erwin and Hanji closed their eyes, clutching each other as the killer came for them, both of them waiting for the quick sting of pain before death, waiting for their remains to be scattered around the Underground like Easter eggs for their friends to find when they came back to their empty offices and cold beds.

Erwin sucked in a breath when he felt the cold, harsh tip of the sword touch his throat but slowly opened his eyes after a moment when the feeling stayed there, the blade hovering just above his delicate wind pipe.

From this distance, Erwin could tell that the assassin was wearing a mask in the shape of a wolf over his face, his body poised to strike as he hovered over the pair of senior officers, his breathing labored.

“Are you Commander Erwin?” The man suddenly asked, the voice deep and distorted thanks to the mask.

Erwin contemplated lying for a second, but knew he didn’t really have a choice in the matter when the man pressed the tip of their blade a little bit harder against his flesh, even causing a pinprick of blood to bubble up from under the steel point.

“Yes.”

The man hesitated for a moment. It was almost as if he were remembering something, Erwin’s name bringing up memories from another time. The Commander had no fucking clue what that could mean for them, but he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to find out.

The assassin opened his mouth to say something when all of a sudden, several ropes were thrown from the darkness, catching the killer by surprise. He leaped out of the way, dodging the ropes at a speed that could only be rivaled by Captain Levi, almost making it out onto the street before he ran headfirst into a trap of chains, the metal clinking as it wrapped around his lithe form and tightened, forcing his arms to snap to his sides and his legs to buckle.

Erwin and Hanji scrambled into a standing position and smiled in joyful surprise as a familiar Mike, Nanaba, and Moblit rounded the corner. Erwin sighed in relief and Hanji let loose a little cheer as the three other veteran officers surrounded their quarry. The pair had no idea how their friends had found them or even why they had thought to follow them, but neither cared as relief filled their systems.

The assassin snarled at them and continued to struggle against their bounds, his mask making the words coming from his mouth sound nearly animalistic in nature.

“Fuck you!” The assassin roared, somehow finding the energy to fight harder as the veterans leaned down to detain the criminal. The soldiers ignored the assassin as he continued spewing profanities while they made their way towards the stairs, their mission complete.

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Erwin blinked in utter shock as he stared at the assassin through the bars of the cell they had shoved him in underneath the Survey Corps HQ.

Only, it wasn’t a him.

Erwin could only gawk as the reality of the situation settled in, his eyes roving over the assassin’s (h/l) (h/c) hair, feminine curves, and beautifully angled face. The strongest assassin in the Underground, the one that had been dubbed The Angelus Mortis, The Angel of Death, was a woman.

He never doubted that women were strong, he trained and fought beside a whole legion of strong, battleworn women that could take down anyone in a heartbeat any day. But this woman had come from the Underground. While not impossible to gain strength in the Underground, most women, and many men for that matter, that lived in that cesspool merely ended up rotting away, their legs destroyed by the lack of sunlight and their bodies wracked with disease. Even if a woman managed to avoid the severe malnourishment, most of them were forced into brothels to be used by the wealthy merchants and nobles who decided to flaunt their wealth in the poorest part of their cities.

But this woman had fought. She had fought like an animal, a wolf, as her mask had suggested. She had used her impressive intelligence and strategic mind to avoid getting caught, all while clawing her way to the top of the food chain, making herself such a feared symbol that nobody would touch her. She was cold and vicious but not at all feral, her mind sharp and her eyes clear as she stared right back at the giant blonde Commander, her gaze never drifting from his.

Erwin leaned back as he appraised her. He could tell that despite her strength, her body was severely malnourished and neglected, the lack of proper food and water paired with the intense physical labor she pushed herself through every day, rendered her body weak and thin. Erwin could tell right away that if she were given the proper commodities and nursed back to health, she would be stunning and very powerful.

He had to think about this carefully. He had sent in an after action report to the MP’s telling them that the Survey Corps had done their dirty work for them, and they had already responded with a message telling him to bring her to one of their prison cells the next morning to be tortured to death for her crimes. He knew she probably deserved a punishment like that, she had killed a lot of soldiers, but he felt a strange tugging on his heart, like he knew, deep down, that there was more to her story, something that would make her worth much more than a street rat to be thrown to the dogs.

He had no idea why but he wanted her in the Survey Corps. He knew that she was dangerous, knew that most people would call her insane and then call him insane if he brought this up. But he felt something, like he knew that if he didn’t get her into the military, they would be losing something priceless.

“Are you going to keep staring at me like a perverted fuck or are you going to tell me when I’m being taken away?”

Erwin’s eyes snapped to hers from where they had drifted to her ribs, which were jutting out of her chest prominently. 

“I knew you were going to be testy, sassy even, maybe downright insane, but I didn’t expect someone so close to death to be so confident,” Erwin said, a smirk teasing the corner of his lips.

The assassin rolled her eyes.

“I’m from the Underground, idiot, death is always a constant companion on your shoulder. I’m not scared of death, scared of the torture before death, maybe, if I decide I care enough, but not of death.”

“Is that why you killed all of those people? Because death is your friend?” Erwin asked.

“Don’t be stupid.”

“That is what you said.”

“I only said it is something I am used to, the constant threat of death and suffering, not that I enjoy it. Death is not my friend,” She growled with a sharp glare in his direction.

“So why did you kill all of those soldiers? Besides being hired to, I mean. I’d understand your motivations a little more if you had started killing other people who lived in the Underground, to give yourself an advantage, but you chose soldiers.”

The assassin was silent for a minute, breaking his gaze for the first time since he had come down to see her. He could’ve sworn her gaze clouded over slightly, as if she were remembering painful memories, but the fog in her gaze was gone as quickly as it appeared, making Erwin question whether it was even there to begin with.

“That’s personal,” she said after a heavy pause.

“They didn’t compliment your outfit?” Erwin teased, flashing a smile in her direction when she snarled at him.

“Fuck you.”

“Alright fine,” Erwin said. “Why did you ask about me? About my name?”

“That’s personal too.”

“Well you’ve got to answer at least some of my questions.”

“Why should I care about you and your inquiries?” She asked, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms in a way that reminded Erwin so much of Levi he almost smiled.

“Because it might guarantee you your life,” Erwin said.

“Who says I care about living?”

Erwin was silent for a moment this time as he scanned her with his bright blue eyes again, really taking her in. She was something, he could say that. She was unlike anyone he had ever met before. Even Levi, with his similar distrusting nature and sharp, piercing gaze was never this witty, never this sassy.

“I say you do,” Erwin said.

“Oh really? And what makes you the authority on that?”

“Nothing. You are the authority on yourself, on your emotions and instincts. I am merely an observer in this matter. I can see it in your eyes, I can read it in your posture and spot it even in the methods of your actions. In why you became an assassin, and the best one at that.”

She stayed quiet, watching him.

“I know you want to live. I don’t know anything about the personal shit that went down between you and the Military Police but I’m assuming that whatever it was was crippling, which was why you went to such drastic measures to make it to the top, to do whatever it took to make them hurt and scream. Why you never even attempted to hide the bodies. I know some people claim it was because you are cocky or egotistical, but I know better.”

Erwin leaned forward, his eyes glinting in the dull golden light of the lantern hanging on the wall. The assassin again said nothing but she never stopped watching him, playing into this game they had started, dancing on hot coals.

“Just from the fact that you did all of that. That you chose to fight back against your grief rather than succumb to it, rotting away in a forgettable corner of the Underground, shows me that you want to live. That you want to give yourself a purpose to cover up whatever loss you have felt in the past, and use it to fuel your own future.”

The assassin’s eyes narrowed on him as she pushed away from the stone wall of the cell. “I’m impressed.”

“Not quite so much of an idiot anymore, right?”

She glared at him and the smirk that spread across his face.

“(Y/N).”

“What?”

“My name is (Y/N).”

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[prorevenge]

Mock my mother’s death? I bankrupt you.

So this could be a very, very long story. I’ll try to summarize where and when I can.

My now ex-wife Kate and I moved to an apartment in 2010. The house as a whole a renovated town house split between two sides with two apartments on the bottom and two apartments upstairs. I wasn’t the biggest fan of the apartment as it was a much older building that I had ever lived in but I quickly adjusted to the wood creaking throughout the night. On the initial walkthrough we noticed that the only problem was that there was a dip in the bathroom ceiling. The landlord, Jay, promised he would get fixed ASAP.

One year to the day when we moved in there was a loud crash at 4AM. The bathroom ceiling had collapsed and there was tiling and wood all over over the floor and in the bathtub. Now Kate was typically the aggressive one, while I was more passive and laid back, and she kept calling Jay throughout the day. When she got in touch with him at around 9PM she explained what happened and insisted that it be fixed immediately. He rebuffed with him yelling that his girlfriend was a lawyer and he didn’t need to do anything. Now this is where I got mad. I went outside and called him myself. I feigned a relaxed demeanor and at first he began trying to talk to me as a “bro” and kept saying “Dude, I’m gonna get someone out there but it’s gonna take a few weeks..” When he couldn’t sway me that way he began yelling about his girlfriend and her knowing the law. What he was unaware of was that I had read the tenant laws in my state and so as he tried to lie I waited until he was finished and I recited the law stating that, if an apartment was considered uninhabitable then the landlord needed to pay for the tenant to stay in a place until it was resolved. He tried to say that our upstairs neighbor Phil was the super but he wasn’t sure if he could get down there that night. He put me on hold, then came back a few minutes later and said that Phil and his girlfriend were out of state. I rang Phils doorbell and asked, with the Jay on speakerphone, if he was assigned as the super. He laughed and said “No.” Dejected, he said he would have people out there the next day (previously he said they were busy for at least three weeks). There’s more to this incident but it lead to two conclusions:

If you’re going to lie then there has to be a consistency in your lie AND make sure that the people you lie to DON’T communicate with each other.

This is where a feud started between me and my Kate versus him and his mother (she was the original landlord and gave the house to him so he could begin to profit.)

So forward to a year later. Jay stopped coming to the house and his mom began doing the pick-ups. Around this time my ex- and I had been laid off and we were working with social security for food, health, and housing insurance. We were approved for all three in April but we would not get the check until May. When our typical check wasn’t in the landlord’s mailbox he immediately gave a summons saying that he was taking us to court for eviction. The day we went to court he had no lawyer and, going before the judge, here’s the summation:

Judge: Does the defense have a means to pay within 90 days of non-payment? Us: Yes judge (hands over paperwork showing that he will be paid for April and May) Judge: I see no problem. They are breaking no laws. Why are we here? Jay: Well your honor, they have been bullying- Judge: I don’t care, unless they are breaking a law then this case is dismissed.

Suffice it to say Jay and his mother’s were NOT happy. Around this time in my life things were tumultuous. My mother, who had been battling lung cancer succumbed to it in June . This happened at roughly the same time his mom came knocking looking for payment. I explained that I would leave it in the mailbox when we got back from the funeral home and to please just respect my right to mourn. She took her fingers and began rubbing them together, pretending to play the smallest violin.

I will never forget what she said next “Oooh, my mommy just died. Woe is me. She probably had it coming. I don’t care if your entire family is dead. I want my money.” She smiled smugly, proud with what she had just said. I saw red and my heart jumped into my throat. I went, grabbed the check, and handed it to her in absolute shock that anyone would say something so...fucked up? She had finally managed to push a button that very few people I’ve known throughout my life have seen. I went into rage mode but not in the way you would expect.

THE REVENGE: We were always told that if a health inspector came by to not open the door. I waited until Aug. since that was when the lease was going to run out and we knew they would not extend a renewal. I walked up the block to town hall to ask for a health inspection of our property. It was scheduled for several days later. Now it’s important to know several things:

I was friends with all of the tenants. Phil had moved out with his fiancé but the new tenant was Dani upstairs in our side. Tom and Hana on the other side of the downstairs floor had moved out and Jay was still looking for new tenants. The only one who wanted to stay out of this was Rose on the upper right apartment.

I had gotten a key so I could let the inspector in Dani’s apartment and I knew that I could use the back staircase on the right side to let him in on Tom’s, now vacant apartment.

I also knew that Dani was moving out in September along with Kate and myself.

The inspector came and it was glorious. He checked the exterior of the house first noting that wires were exposed, there was an old empty dryer along with other odd clutter in the backyard. I bought him inside the shared entrance and, as I was counting on, he noticed that the last inspected dated back to 1994; 18 years. This meant that for each year he did not have an inspection there would be appropriate fines. For our apartment we had black mold growing in our bathroom and the bubble in the ceiling had begun to grow to problematic proportions. Upstairs, Dani’s apartment was suffering from leaks in the ceiling and it looked like her bathroom ceiling was also on the brink of collapsing. We then went to the basement. The boiler was on the verge of exploding, there was flammable items along with gasoline and a pack of matches sitting right beside it. Two things that I did not know was 1. The fire door that separated the two sides did not close all of the way rendering it moot and, on the right basement side there was a toilet. A toilet that had blown up. It had coated the surrounding walls and the leakage prevented us going up to the floor via the right side. The entire time the inspector was photographing and writing constantly.

We stepped outside and he said he needed to come back. When I asked why he said he had run out of space to write down all of the infractions (he had filled the front and had written an entire page on the back portion). I kindly and coyly asked “Well, how much will it cost right now?” He scratched his head and said “Around 20-30k from what I can see but it’s probably going to be higher as this house was never licensed to be split into apartments.” I thanked him and he was going to come back with the county inspector.

So we moved out and but I got the rundown from Rose. Because he was the current owner he owed all current fines and no one new could not move into the empty apartments until everything was up to code. Because three out of four were vacant he was losing 4,500 in potential rent. He handed the property back to his mother and had to claim for bankruptcy. Now here’s the other thing. Every time an old tenant left and a new one was coming in an inspection was supposed to be done. Now that all of the financial burden fell on her they looked into the records and was she was fined for each time she had broken that rule 750/per. By the end of the year Rose had moved out so the place was hemorrhaging money. I sat back, proud of what I had done, and left it be.

Haha, no, fuck that. I wasn’t close to done yet.

I felt like I had destroyed Jay but my real target had always been his mom. I learned that she had about eight properties throughout three towns in my county. I went to each one, spoke to the tenants, and said I was a concerned tenant from another property and asked if they had any problems with their apartments. EVERY person I asked described the apartment in very poor to intolerable levels and that the mom was effectively a slumlord. She would ignore problems unless someone turned to litigations, she was threatened that they would summon the inspector, or, more often than not, the people would move out, she’d refuse their deposit, and sink those into repairs. People rarely fought back because she knew that the occupants were of upper, lower class minorities. So, being the concerned person I was, I want to the inspector of the other two towns and asked for an inspection to be done with at least one, if not more, would be awaiting the inspector when they came. Turns out that she faced pretty much the same infractions on every apartment she owned. It turned out she actually had 12 apartments but I initially only knew about the ones that fell within my county. The remaining properties in the next county over were given a heads up for a surprise inspection. From what I can tell Jays mom had been in the landlord business for about 35-40 years. That collapsed quickly.

Since we moved literally one block down the road from our old one I got to see Jay lose his primary source of income and have to claim bankruptcy BUT also saw that his mother was also trying desperately to find a buyer for all of the apartments so she could pay off the fines. I learned two years later that she too had to file for bankruptcy. Jay and his mother camped out in front of our next apartment two days in Oct. of 13 before she filed for bankruptcy (I’m guessing to scream at me and/or Kate) so I called the cops and said that there were strange people standing in a no parking zone and they kept looking up at the second floor. A cruiser swung by and told them to leave.

I know I should have used the two months I spent monitoring everything to find a new job but this was the one and only time I wanted to cripple a person where they hurt the most; their wallets. I think I got my point across. None of this would’ve happened if you had just fucking fixed the ceiling before it collapsed Jay!

Th;dr: Had a couple of slumlords, they pushed me to a place where I snapped, and so I went a bit crazy and bankrupted the slumlord AND his slumlord mother as well.

(source) story by (/u/Theliterside)

#prorevenge #by /u/Theliterside #pro revenge #revenge stories #pro revenge stories #pro #revenge #last10

[greenflamedwriter]

Galra Lance

Lance is a galra, and Ex-Mamourian (He was kicked out because he was suicidal and kept getting attention to try to make Zarkon afraid which was the opposite of what mamoura wanted so Lance is a rebel doing his own thing, bounty hunting stealing, raiding and above all about to steal a red Lion on the ship hailed under Sendak and he’s going to get a boatloud of it. Then a cocky kid in a red suit slashes in claiming it’s his lion. Lance wonders if any of this was even worth it?

1 Flash to mind meld plus suspicion lances memories of him in water with mermaids and pre-galran.

2 Flash to “surprise, not a galra.” Lance is exposed and returned and nervous.

3 His father is Blatyz the previous blue Paladin and his other father the Galra whom Blatyz married. (Wait how were you born?) Pidge asked and Lance grinned his tail flickering back like a cats (I was a test tube baby)

4 Keiths initiation Lance returns to the Mamoura.

5 they take down Zarkon then realise his son appears and find out it was hagger when plot twist the whole family were puppets a chaotic energy anti quintescence gains a form and almost possesed the galra but some (Maourans) Resisted and the galra were so soft, so easily corruptable they fight that thing with Fusiontron. They save Honerva and Lotor and they find a planet and make it habitable and release everyone from enslavment but some planets are merged some want the Galra gone and some need their galra to remain so Allura and Lotor try to fix things. Lance goes to his planet which is hidden and Allura gasps to see Alteans, Mermainians and Galra there in hiding in a warped hole.

On a spacecraft floating on the edge of an arus solar system, an abandoned Galra named Lance, was taking a pit stop.

His ship consisted of junk, the pilot hanger cluttered making even hoarders feel disgusted open drinks and snack bars littered here and there and Lance had to squeeze in just to get to the pilots chair, the craft only had one room and a bathroom that stopped working. And his room was the only place that was clean it had an assortment of guns, rifles, snipers, you name it, along with a discarded blade that has seen no use in years with a strange symbol on the hilt.

Lance had music blasting from his speakers some album he bought from an alien shop, the album was called ‘Queen.’ And so far Lance was a fan.

He was flickering through a data pad as many reports scrolled past with anflick of his finger. Galra operations, cargo shipments, military vessels, open channels with radio chatter that Lance ignored. He was looking for something easy.

The life of a thief had its perks, steal medical supplies and weapons and give them to a rebellion and make a profit. Usually he sold to both sides just to live more dangerously. A recommendation opened up and Lance smirked behind his mask with the three circles on the front.

A vessel captioned by Sendek was hovering outside Arus, sliding the panel right and lots of data began to download at lighting speed , appeared and Lance’s smirk grew.

It had some precious cargo on it, a Lion of Voltron to be exact.

Lance was having the time of his life knocking out guards ninja style was just so easy, he had the red lion in his sights.

“Well hello gorgeous, mind dropping down that barrier and getting out of here?”

Suddenly he heard a nose and hid behind a pillar in the shadows, just as more galra guardsran into the hanger.

Lance turned and frowned to see a boy in red and white armour (like thats not inconspicuous) and took them down, Lance grew more suspicious this kid fought like a galra. But he didn’t wear mamorian armour or any rebel armour that he knew. Could be a threat.

Until the kid went to the barrier “Alright open up.”

…it did nothing, the boy growled in frustration “Ugh-we don’t have time for this! It’s me keith! You’re I AM YOUR PALADIN!”

Lance couldn’t help it he laughed, more like busted a gut.

The kid whipped around activating a weapon, a sword.

“Stay back!” Lance shook his head “No, wait,” he was still chuckling holding up his hands “I’m not-”

Suddenly more guards made themselves known and the two found themselves with their hands full.

Lance wasted no time shooting the Galra, even took care of the kids blindspots, this jlb was bigger than he thought maybe if he helped the kid out they can split the money fifty fifty.

That was until.

“You’re not getting this lion!”

Keith slammed his hand against the panel, and opened up the interlock, the vacum

Shot the galra forward and Keith was barely gripping onto the panel.

Lance cursed then used his grappling hooks to latch onto a structure beam.

Suddenly Keith’s slipped and he was pulled into space.

Lance acted on instinct he unlatched grapplings and shot out of space after the teen. He easily grabbed him stopping them both from slinning.

“Let go!”

“Shut up, I’m trying to save your life.” Until the kid screamed Lance turned in time to see big metal jaws clamp shut around them.

Both screamed as they tumbled along the inner corridors, Lance was usually could at improvising- but this was going so far out of left field!

He had no clue what was even going on anymore.

Both were on their hands and knees panting from the sudden death experience, until Lance heard a high pitched sound and turned his head slowly.

Keith held his red sword against his face. Lance could only stare- oh well, stare in his mask and ex-Mamourian armour as much as he could.

“Who are you?” Keith growled. Lance knew he could knock the kid out and take the lion. But he’d have no idea if it’ll even respond to him, and Keith is a fighter and wouldn’t let this thing go, heck heleaped out of an airlock for this thing.

A crash outside saved his interrogation. “A rebel, against the Galra,” he rushed out (which was sorta true)

“Honestly I would tell you more but we don't have time!”

….It turns out Lance got involved in something much bigger than him.

This...this was Voltron.

His childhood stories, the one his dad told him about. The universe’s last hope before Alfor hid them away.

They returned!

Kinda, with one blue lion shot, it just sat there with it’s barrier up. Useless. Not doing a thing….sounded like his type of girl. Chilling alone while the whole universe wasn’t in chaos.

But even with four lions they were able to take down a fighter craft, one with Sendek attached as it crashed onto the planet before him. Colour Lance impressed.

Keith wasn’t too bad either during the battle. He was an excellent pilot and a fighter, but he had a very bad habit.

“Green is wide open,” Lance said with a sigh as he watched how obvious it was that the green Lion had three fighters on their ass.

“Help them out.” Dumbass, he left unsaid.

Keith seemed to hear it.

“I know-” keith instantly covered them and Lance saw fighter ships approach from the main craft. “Your right-” Keith barely managed to dodge.

“Will you quit back seat driving!?”

Lance almost stopped until he saw the black paladin was in distress “The Black lion-”

Keith was moving before he even finished. Keith was good, just had to see the bigger picture.

Once they defended Arus and went planet side, Lance had already made a decision, as he left the red lion trailing behind Keith he saw the others landed beside them.

A woman appeared out of the castle looking relieved, until her eyes clocked his and Lance almost ran back up the mouth of the lion.

“Who is he?”

Allura demanded once all the pilots had landed.

Lance brightened behind his mask, his lilac tail flicking back and forth as he descended the mouth of the lion and held his hand out.

“Oh hello, I’m Lance.” He over exagirated his movements the more big and dumb he looked the more trusting, Allura took his hand tentively.

“You can’t tell with the mask, but I’m winking.”

Allura pulled her hand away still suspicious. “Keith!”

Keith glanced at him curiously. “He was with the red lion,”

With no warning, Lance felt Allura grab his arm and twist him around onto his knees, Lance yelped.

“Ow, ow ow- that hurts lady- ow!” His hand was trembling and clenching as Allura dug her palm into his shoulder.

“What were your intentions with the red lion?”

“I was planning on stealing it,”

Allura looked very alarmed, until Lance gasped on. “But now? wouldn’t dream of it!” Allura growled “Why should we trust you?”

“My dad told me about Voltron,” Lance wheezed god this lady was tough.

Allura let him go surprised and Lance fell over with a yelp just barely catching himself, he turned and pointed at her with a scowl (That she didn’t see)

“Look I know what this looks like but I know that, this,” he gestured at the lions as he stood up ”This isn’t some collectors item, this is VOLTRON! The people’s hope, if anyone found out I-” Here he slapped a hand to his chest “-was responsible for sabotaging Voltron I’ll be doing the Galra a favour, Which is the opposite of what I want to do.”

Allura and the others who looked defensive, straightened once Lance said his piece.

“Is there anyone out there fighting Zarkon?” She asked, Lance placed a hands on his hips “Still? Jeez Lady where have you been? There is no more fighting, Its just surviving at this point.” He flapped his hand lazily “I already gave up on that freedom pipedream long ago, but yes other rebels are trying. Chances are if you make a dent in Zarkons oppressive system the rebels will come flocking.” And if the Mamoura catched wind of Voltron Lance wanted to be out of there ASAP.

He waved at them taking a step back “Good luck to you,” He patted the barrier of the blue lion and continued to walk away, hoping he could get enough of a signal to his ship to get him as far away from this planet.

Until the barrier collapsed with a swish.

He stopped walking as the others gasped. No.

Lance turned to see the others gape at the lion (Now free) then their gazes turned towards him.

Coran came to himself before the others. “It seems we have found our blue paladin.”

Lance looked around then back at them, wait they meant him?

Oh Gaia, no.

#GL #Galra Lance

[jiejie-eonni-onee-sama]

Innocents don’t shed blood...

A Donny Donowitz X Fem!Reader requested by the sweet @redrosewritingsstuff​.

Hope you’ll enjoy this story!

Hidden in a French forest, the Basterds tried to have some rest after their last successful raid against a German patrol. 

While Omar and Hirschberg took a well-deserved nap, Wicki checked on his rifle, whereas Andy, Simon, Smitty, and Michael were playing cards. 

As for Hugo, he sat on a rock while (Y/N) strapped a bandage around his hand.

(Y/N), the "Angel," as the Basterds nicknamed her because of her soft and caring personality. Even Hugo is more relaxed around her. After all, she was the only member of the team who did not kill any Nazis because she did not have to pay the "scalp debt" to Aldo.

She was like a ray of sunshine for those men, and especially for Donny Donowitz, who fell madly in love with her. Luckily for him, the lady felt the same.

Speaking of the latter, he glanced at (Y/N) with adoring eyes, watching every gesture of her delicate hands. A few seconds later, she finished her job:

"Here you are, Hugo! Next time, be careful with your knife!"

"I'll try to remember. Danke, Engelsschwester (Angel Nurse) (Y/N)." replied the soldier with a sly smile.

"You're welcome." answered the girl with a warming smile.

That same smile made Donny falling head over heels for her when they first met.His lieutenant, who watched the whole scene with amusement, decided to wake up his Sargent from his daydreaming.

"C'mon, Don, stop staring at your girl as if she was ice cream!" snickered Aldo.

Blushing, the Bear Jew muttered some Bostonian curses under his breath, while the other Basterds laughed at him.

However, Aldo did not expect the response from the young woman:

"So, Donny is looking at me like I'm ice cream? Well, that proves I'm so delicious!"

Utivich and Zimmerman howled with laughter, while Donny smiled proudly: his angel was the best!

Aldo chuckled:

"Ya gotta the point, girl!"

"Thanks, sir!"

Two hours later, Aldo got up and said:

"OK, guys, I've just finished doing the inventory of our supplies. I can't say we're running out, but if we don't buy supplies quickly, we'll be in trouble!"

"That much ?" Wicki asked.

"Bsolutely. That's why we have to go to the nearest village to do some shopping." 

He walked over to Hirschberg and Omar, who were sleeping soundly, and ordered in a loud voice:

"Get up, ya lazybones!"

"Huh? What? What's going on?" the two men stammered.

"It happens that we have to restock, or you won't have dinner tonight! Come on, get up, and hurry!"

"Go without me: it will give me time to do some tidying up." suggested (Y / N)

At these words, Donny frowned.

"I'd rather you come with us (Y / N). I'm not comfortable leaving you all alone!"

"But hey, what do you want to happen to her? There's no one passing through here!" protested Hirschberg.

"I'm worried about her safety, damn it!" yelled the Bear Jew.

The young nurse ran her thin hand over her lover's cheek, which instantly calmed him.

"It's fine, Donny. I can manage on my own while you're away."

"She's right, Don: and then, it won't be too long. An hour maximum!" Sakowitz reassured him.

Letting out a long sigh, Donowitz surrendered with a smile:

"Alright, I trust you, doll. I'll be back ASAP!"

"I'm not worried. See you later, teddy bear!"

"See you later, angel!" Donny replied, placing a kiss on the tip of the nurse's nose, making her laugh.

"We'll buy you some medical supplies when we get back."

"Thanks, Michael!"

"See you later, (Y / N)," Omar told her.

While the men left for the city, the young woman remained alone in the camp. 

She began to sort through the medicine boxes and carefully put them away in her case before thoroughly cleaning her syringes and surgical equipment.

Then, she took the metal box to store her surgical equipment and looked at it tenderly: on the lid was engraved an angel with a little nurse's hat: a sweet gift from Smitty, Hirschberg, Omar, and Andy for her birthday.

And to think that at the beginning, the other soldiers called her crazy when she joined Lieutenant Raine's team: they thought she was going to get mistreated. It was quite the opposite: the Basterds had immediately loved her.

Continuing with her cleaning, she hummed a tune her mother sang to her when she was little:

“Ma petite est comme l’eau,

Elle est comme l’eau vive.

Elle court comme un ruisseau

Que les enfants poursuivent.

Courrez, courrez

Vite si vous le pouvez !

Jamais, jamais

Vous ne la rattraperez !”

But as she worked, she didn't hear the German soldier creep up behind her. The latter had stumbled upon the Bastards' encampment by pure chance, but seeing that she was alone, he thought to himself that he had an opportunity to hurt those who massacred his comrades by making their friend suffer.

He approached her silently, then jumped on the young woman, causing her to fall to the ground.

Fighting back, the young woman screamed:

“Leave me alone, you jerk!”

Her attacker just slapped her before responding with a sadistic smile:

"Also, du kämpfst gern, kleine Schlampe? Wo sind deine sogenannten Freunde? Niemand wird dich retten! (So, you like to fight, little bitch? Where are your so-called friends? No one is going to save you!)".

Trying to escape, (Y / N) managed to grab a pan and sent it in the face of his assailant, who let out a cry of rage. Taking advantage of the confusion, she started to run, but suddenly a hand grabbed her ankle, and she fell to the ground again.

The Nazi attacked her again, a glint of madness in his eyes. Searching by all means for a weapon to defend herself, the young woman grabbed the first object that was within her reach and struck for the first time. Then a second. Then a third. She, who had never fought in her life, unleashed all her rage and fear on her opponent by beating him up.

(Y / N) only ceased her blows when her attacker stopped moving. Not understanding what had happened, she looked at her hands and discovered in horror that they were covered in blood. And on top of that, she was holding a knife. She glanced at her nurse's uniform, which was also stained with blood.

She glimpsed at her aggressor and noticed that he laid on the ground, inert, with his eyes wide open and his chest pierced with multiple stabs.

It was then that she understood what had happened: for the first time in her life, she had just killed a man. Admittedly, it was self-defense, but (Y / N) was appalled by her gesture: how were the others going to react when they discover her crime?

Trembling, she let go of the knife and fell to the ground, breathing erratically and unable to emit a single sob ...

Meanwhile, the Bastards were returning from town with their provisions.

"We have everything we need: we'll be quiet for a while!" Andy said.

"What are we doing, Lieutenant?" Hugo asked.

"We're staying here for tonight, and we'll be heading to Lyon tomorrow morning! We have an appointment with members of the Resistance!" Aldo replied.

For his part, Donny walked in silence, holding in his pocket the present he planned to give to his angel. He didn't like being away from her, even if it was only for a few moments, because he feared he couldn't protect her.

"Don't worry, Romeo: you will be soon reunited with your Juliet!" Wicki joked sweetly.

Suddenly, Smitty listened:

"Do you hear that?"

"What ?" Hirschberg asked.

"Hush, listen!"

Everyone fell silent and heard moans in the distance as if someone was hurt. When they realized it was a woman's voice, they all thought of the same person:

"(Y/N)"

They ran towards their camp as fast as they could, praying that nothing wrong had happened to their nurse.

The one who worried the most was Donny: if anything had happened to (Y/N), he would never forgive himself.

A few minutes later, they arrived near their camp and discovered traces of the struggle.

"But what the heck happened here?" Hirschberg asked, stunned.

"I don't know, but that doesn't reassure me!" Simon replied.

"Somebody got into a fight here, for sure ... But where is (Y/N)?" Hugo exclaimed.

Suddenly, they heard wheezing near them. The Bastards turned and saw their nurse lying on the ground, breathing heavily, and her chest covered in blood.

At that moment, Donny had the impression that the ground gave way beneath his feet: all he feared had happened, he had failed to protect his angel.

"NO! Y/N!" he cried, rushing towards the young woman, and holding her in his arms.

"Oh, my God !" Utivich panicked.

"WICKI! COME HERE QUICKLY!" yelled Aldo.

The Austrian arrives near the young woman and begins to examine her, fearing to find too serious injuries. As for the others, they were petrified: they blamed themselves for having left her alone. If she had come with them, they could have protected her.

But when he finished, Wilhelm looked puzzled.

"So what's wrong with her? Are her injuries serious? But answer me, damn it!" the Jewish Bear said impatiently.

"How can I tell you ... It's not her blood!"

"What do you mean ?" Aldo asked.

"She has no physical injuries ... other than that bruise on her face!"

"Who hit her?" Omar asked, ready to gut the one who had dared to raise his hand on his best friend.

"Probably the Fritz who looks like a colander and is lying on the floor!" Andy replied, pointing to the corpse of the Nazi lying on the ground.

Seeing the body of their enemy, the Bastards did not take long to understand what had happened during their absence. But it was necessary to be clear about it.

"Tell me (Y/N), what happened?" Aldo asked.

The young woman looked up at her lieutenant, and the Apache could see in the nurse's gaze anguish, shame, and immense sadness.

She tried to explain, but she could only let out a strangled sob. Her guilt was suffocating her.

"Don't worry, doll, I'm here!" reassured her Donny, who hugged her.

"Take your time. We will listen to you when you're ready," Simon said to her.

Catching her breath, the young woman began her story:

"I was doing some tidying up when he threw himself on me ... It went so fast that I didn't understand what was happening at the time. I defended myself as I could. I thought he was going to kill me. After that, everything happened so quickly. It became blurry. And I only stopped when I saw all this blood on my hands. "

She looked up at her companions, on the verge of tears:

"I know I had no choice but… I felt like I had betrayed Nightingale's pledge, and I was so afraid of your reaction!"

"(Y/N), don't be upset about it. We all know you fought back, and you did well. No one will blame you for stabbing a Fritz." Wicki told her.

"Still, you did not miss him: the Kraut is very messed up!" Hirschberg joked.

But seeing (Y/N) 's desperate face and the glare that his companions gave him, he realized that it was not the right time.

"Frankly, Hirschberg, just shut up!" Hugo sighed, rolling his eyes.

Night fell, and the Batards took advantage of the calm of the forest to feed and rest before the long journey that awaited them.

Recovering from his emotions, Y/N stayed close to Donny throughout the evening, seeking comfort from his lover.

Even though her guilt was starting to fade, she couldn't help but feel disgusted with what had happened. Of course, the war revealed the dark side of the human being, but the nurse hoped, deep down, that she would not fall into this trap.

"Is everything all right, princess?" Donny asked.

The young woman shyly nodded:

"I'm doing a little better..."

"Come on over there ..." her lover said softly, taking her against him.

(Y/N) let himself go into the sergeant's muscular, protective, and reassuring embrace.

"I understand that you are still shaken by what happened. But that does not change anything for me: you remain my ray of sunshine ... And the others think the same."

"Really ?"

"I swear to you: they were impressed that you, the most pacifist among us, killed a Nazi. And that proves that you are indeed one of us."

He reached into his pocket and handed her a necklace adorned with an angel medallion made of bluestone.

Without a word, she picked up the object and stared at it, fascinated, before returning her attention to Donny, who was staring at her fondly.

"Don't forget (Y/N): even if the blood still flows at your feet, even if it stains your clothes, even if it strews your face, you will always remain my immaculate angel ... And I'll always be here for you!"

To his relief, a moved smile lit up the face of the young woman who kissed him.

"Thank you for your trust!"

"Anytime, doll. Anytime."

They hugged with strength. The young nurse whispered:

"I love you, Don."

"I love you too, (Y / N)"

And as they were about to fall asleep, the young nurse had a calm mind: yes, the innocent do not shed blood, but as long as they are surrounded by those who love them, nothing can defile them.

And she knows her Bear Jew is watching over it.

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The Treatment of Captain Syverson-Prologue: Onset of Injury (Sy)

Characters: Captain Syverson, various OMCs

Summary: Sy’s POV, the night and the mission that ended his military career and set him unknowingly on a path to true love.

Catch up on all chapters right here!

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings:  Language, violence, attempted military talk, feels…

Author’s Note: Okay friends, most of what I know about military ops I learned from watching movies…so, this may not all be accurate. But I think most of the terms and jargon are in line, even if this mission wouldn’t necessarily go down like this.

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Captain Logan “Sy” Syverson had done a hundred briefings like this one. They were going into a compound with some low level goons, mid-level players, and one big boss. Two teams. Two entrances. One exit. The roof. Air extraction. Minimal undesirable casualties. Five or six mid to high level prisoners.

“Alright ladies, here’s the plan. The compound is central city. Alpha team, we’ll get dropped off by transpo two blocks south of the front entrance, Bravo team, same for you, two blocks north of the back entrance. Bravo, you head east and down once inside, Alpha will go west and up. Standard flanking formation. Stay frosty in there. These guys aren’t cub scouts. They will shoot on sight. Do your best not to be seen. Once the lower levels are cleared, we work our way to the top where we should find the big Kahuna. Do your best not to kill anyone in a suit. Tac gear only, unless it’s your life or theirs. These guys have intel the brass wants. Supposedly.”

Heads were nodding. Lopez raised his hand. The other guys laughed, but Sy appreciated the respect.

“Ricky?” He pointed at him to accept the question.

“Sir, what about evac?” He stood tall and sharp. He was new to the team, but Sy liked him already.

“That’s a great question, and thank you for raising your hand. Take notes on teacher’s pet here, class.” Everyone including Lopez laughed.

“There’s a stairwell to the roof in the master bedroom. That’s the LZ for our helo. They should be less than five mikes out, so we shouldn’t have time to order pizzas or anything after we clear the compound. So once the call is made, you won’t have long to get up the stairs. The helo can’t stay grounded for too long without drawing attention. We will need to keep an eye out for unfriendlies off compound being warned about our presence, and for survivors. Listen, I can’t stress this enough. I know it’s not easy to kill. And I don’t encourage it if it’s not necessary.  But these are bad people and they would kill you, the man next to ya, your sister, your parents, or your dog if they could.”

Aika, Sy’s German Shepherd whimpered in the corner but was ignored.

“Kill them for your brothers. For your neighbors. For the children you don’t even have yet. Because what do we do?”

“We embrace the darkness and the suffering.” His teammates that had been there for a while repeated the first part of the sin-eater credo.

“And why do we do it?”

“So that our fellow man is free to live in peace.” they finished the mantra as they had so many times before.

“Fuckin’ A. We roll in one hour.”

~~~~~~~~~

The drop and the entry had gone off without a hitch. Sy's Alpha team were like shadows, the very finger of death for the unjust and evil in the compound. Everyone they encountered was quietly subdued, whether by strategically placed blades, silenced firearms, or in some cases, the literal snapping of necks. Bravo team was just as successful. But Alpha team wasn't finding many prisoners.

The real problem came, though, when they reached the top floor where the big kahuna was supposed to be. Everything had gone dark, even though it had been lit up like Christmas, the Fourth of July, and the Super Bowl all in one when they were making their approach to the compound. Someone had squawked. Raised a silent alarm. Something.

"This…this doesn't smell right, captain." Harztler voiced what was running silently through Sy's mind. "This level was like Times Square when we got here. Now nothing? It stinks."

"I can smell it, Jake. I don't like it." he activated his comms. "Bravo team, we are sitting ducks up here, what is your twenty? Over."

"Sir, we are wrapping up down here, and getting the targets ready for evac. We should be on route in less than ten mikes. Over."

"Push it to five if ya can, private. We don't like the look of this bedroom. Over."

"Is this the moment to be questioning someone's taste in interior design, captain? Over."

"Shitcan that disrespect, private, or you'll be digging latrines alone next time we have survival drills. Over."

"Understood, sir. Will try to push to five mikes. Over."

"That'd be best. Over and out." He signed off with Lopez, amused at the inferior officer’s joke, even though he couldn’t show it openly.

Hartzler has just started to suggest possible reasons for their unease when the sound of rapid automatic firepower rang out from one of the floors below them.

“Fuck.” Both men said in unison followed immediately by frantic shouts from Sy’s radio.

“*crackle crackle* we are taking heavy fire! Kominski is down! Lopez is hit! Alpha team! Captain, do you copy? Over!"

"I'm on my way, Fuller. Hang tight. Over and out." Sy said and looked at the men on his team, "Hartzler, you and Goldberg signal the Helo for evac ASAP and get to the roof. Schmidt, Freeman, you two come with me to back up Bravo team. We meet at the LZ in five. That's not a big window, gentlemen, we'll radio if we hit any snags. Clear?"

"Clear." a round of nods and affirmations came from the rest of the team. Sy turned for the exit to the room, checking his clip, and putting one in the chamber. Stakes were higher than ever.

The last three steps to the ground floor were half blocked by a slumped corpse. Kominski. Sy fought the emotion building in him as he remembered David showing him photos of his two young daughters, Charlotte, who was seven, and Renee who had just turned five. And his gorgeous wife Sasha. His high school sweetheart. He was distracted enough  by thought of the soon to be grieving girls, that he missed the pool of blood, Kominski's blood, on the black tile steps. His knee twisted unnaturally. And he could almost feel the protest of his muscles and tendons.

"Fuck! Mind your footing on these last few, boys." he winced, limping on toward the firefight. He signaled the men behind him to stay against the wall and follow him quietly until he gave the signal to attack. There were three men in tactical gear firing from behind a bar in the corner, pinning what was left of Bravo team in their position behind an overturned dining table. It was just Fuller and Lopez now. Sy took the opportunity during a slow point in the enemy's fire to enter, managing to shoot all three immediately, single handedly ending things.

"Alpha team, secure the area. Fuller, Lopez, what is your status?" Sy asked the men.

"Lopez is hit pretty bad in the leg. We've got a tourniquet in place. I am…uninjured. But our prisoners have been…neutralized by friendly fire." Well, fuck. That was the mission blown.

"Ammo?" Sy asked, frustrated.

"Depleted, sir." they hadn't planned for this.

"Fuller, you and Schmidt get Kominski up the stairs, pronto. We ain't leavin' him in this hell hole. Freeman, you watch their backs. Keep 'em covered in case there are any more of these assholes lurkin' around the place. Lopez, I'm gonna help you up them stairs. Can you get up?"

"I'll try, sir."

"Okay, roll out." Sy went to help Lopez to his feet. The boy wasn't hardly 160 pounds soakin' wet.

It was slow going, with Kominski and Lopez in tow, but they made it back to the bedroom just as the sound of the helicopter began to grow, and the roof began to quiver from the wind kicked up by the blades.

Sy made Schmidt and Fuller go first, as they had the biggest burden. Then Freeman, in case they needed another hand getting Kominski's body into the hold. His knee burned after the four flights he'd already done supporting Lopez, but the private had lost so much blood. He thought he'd have to carry him up this last flight to the roof. The boy was pale as a…sheet. He didn't let himself think of an apparition.

When he felt safe enough, and ready, he told Lopez the plan and hoisted him over his shoulder on his uninjured side. His knee protested angrily, but he proceeded, ignoring the pain, forcing it down with those emotions about the Kominski family.

Relief washed over him as he made the last step and his boot crunched against the loose pea gravel of the roof top. They were almost out of the woods.

Until a massive explosion in the HVAC unit knocked him off balance and took him down to his knees, Lopez's added weight a contributing force in what he was certain was now a broken leg bone given a very clear and distinct pop he'd heard even over the noise of the fire and wind. He had heard it from the inside. He thought  it would be the tibia, but his knowledge of anatomy wasn't anything to write home about. He dropped the boy with an agonized howl. The heat from the blast bit at his back as he tried to find the strength to stand. But he couldn't. His team was charging toward him and the private. And for once, he was overjoyed to receive help. Fuller and Freeman got Lopez under each arm and dragged him the few yards to the open hold. Schmidt helped Sy up as best he could, but the Captain was in excruciating pain.

"Captain, we gotta go. These assholes are gonna blow up their own property to get us. Come on. It's not far. You can make it." Schmidt let his CO lean on him all the way to the helo.

Sy noticed tied up in one of the bucket seats of the hold, a man in maroon silk pajamas and brown leather loafers without socks. An Iraqi, early sixties, hair and beard still dark black. Their primary target. Mostafa Kassab.

"Where'd he come from?" Sy shouted at Hartzler.

"He was hunkered down in that corner over there when we came up to signal the chopper." the sergeant lit up with pride. "Fuller told me their prisoners didn't make it. I'm glad we found Kassab up here, or the mission would have been a total waste.

As they took off, Sy looked from the covered body of Kominski to the prone form of Lopez, who was paler than ever and glassy-eyed. It was hard in that moment to think that even ten of Mostafa Kassab could be worth one of these men he was lucky enough to call friends.

As he examined his knee, beginning to swell and looking a much different shape than he ever remembered, he thought about what this could mean for him, as a captain, as a soldier…as a man. If he could even call himself a man if he had to take away the title of captain and soldier. This was his calling. He wasn’t sure how he’d go on if…but, he’d wait to think about that when he got back to base and the medic’s tent. After all, what was the worst that could happen? It wasn’t like he was hurt bad enough to earn a discharge letter…was he?

Up Next: Chapter One: Evaluation

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Synopsis: Requested by @lazyfiresuitcasehero ! When you had began developing feelings for Bakugo/Kirishima you found it difficult to express your feelings for them, so you wrote letters to yourself to figure them out...

Genre: Fluff!

A/N to requester: THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST! You’re so kind I hope you have an amazing day and enjoy this headcanon! x

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this request! They are open and I’ll get to them ASAP! Thank you guys for being so patient with me! KITHES!

Bakugo:

• When you had seen the blasty Pomeranian Bakugo, you were automatically swooning

• Honestly you were the only person he wasn’t always so aggressive towards

• That only fueled your attraction more

• You sat with him on the couch - while he yelled at a frantic Deku you laughed softly

• When Deku had walked away you turned to Bakugo, who gave you a small smile, while you did so back

“Y-you uh...”

• You just had to spit out your feelings while you were alone! Come on y/n!

“Y/n? Something wrong?”

• scolding yourself was no help, your face was heating up - just tell him you think he’s cute or that his quirk is nice! Start a conversation!

“Your quirk think your cute.”

• He raised an eyebrow at you while your eyes widened - Y/N YOU IDIOT! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO CHOOSE ONE!

• Before you could see his reaction you dashed to your room and shut your door behind you

• You needed something to let your feelings out

• You looked at your pretty purple envelopes, and took a card and began writing

“Bakugo,

I wish you didn’t make me so nervous. This sound so cheesy and I’d blast myself before ever letting you read this... I wish you knew how much I liked you... I know everyone thinks you’re a little mean but you aren’t to me... I hope you continue to be amazing in every way possible and when you become the #1 hero, I’ll be there to support you endlessly - I’d never have it any other way. You push me to want to work harder, to be better and to stand my ground and for that I thank you, for helping me find strength. If only I could ever tell you this... maybe... I’d have a chance... Love, Y/n ♡

• You safely sealed it away in your class binder, no one would find it if you had it with you at all times, right?

✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿

• You walked into class sitting down and taking your things out to begin the day

• You flipped your binder open only to see

• The envelope, it’s missing...

“Hey what’s this?”

• You saw Bakugo walk in after him only for Denki to hand it to Bakugo saying it’s for him.

• You stomped over to Denki pounding on his back calling him an idiot while he cried saying sorry

• Bakugo finished the letter as you stopped and made eye contact with him

• The only thing you could do was scream and run out - seeing Uraraka you dragged her outside to which she yelped and walked with you regardless

“He knows I like him.”

“No!”

“Yes! He read a love letter I wrote for him that I was never going to give to him! Uraraka I need you to make me float all the way away from here!”

• Aizawa looked at you two and continued walking inside while you panicked and yelled that you need to move to the middle of Switzerland

• Bakugo bursted through the doors while Uraraka sighed and walking inside while you stayed put

• You avoided his gaze and he handed you the letter

“Uh... you dropped this...”

• You tried to take it back but he kept a grip on it - you looked at him only to see his cheeks a tiny tint of pink

“Maybe we could hang out sometimes... outside of the dorms.”

• Your eyes widened as your face turned red, like kirishima’s hair red.

“Y-yeah I’d like that..”

“Stop being so awkward around me! Look I like you too! Just go back to being an idiot...”

• You nodded still red and looking away again and walking inside

• You saw everyone’s faces pressed against the door

Denki: To celebrate this moment I’d like to sing a song...SHAWDY LIKE A MELODY IN MY HEAD-

Deku: I’ve never seen Kacchan so red!

Uraraka: Y/n living a Wattpad love story life

Kirishima:

• YOU’RE SO SHY!

• He thought you were so cute everytime he saw you writing something in little envelopes and quickly shutting them and placing them in a tiny red box

• But when he tried to talk to you it’s like you short circuited!

“Y/n! Hey! How are ya?!”

• You looked like you were going to explode, you sat at your rooms desk playing with the ends of your skirt and hiding your face behind your hair

“G-good. How are you?”

• He smiled at this and squatted down trying to catch a glimpse of your face, only for you to turn and your face being 10x’s more red if that was even humanly possible

“Well hi there y/n.”

• Yeah he killed you way to go Kirishima

• Your head flopped down and you were knocked out cold in your chair

• Kirishima chuckled and scratched the back of his head nervously before carefully placing you on your bed

• Kirishima walked over to your desk to pick your things up when he saw his name on a letter in the red box

• they actually all had his name

• He turned to make sure you were still knocked out before picking an envelope up and opening it

Kiri,

You talked to me again today, and I ran away... I didn’t mean to I just... I can’t talk to you! My heart goes 100 miles per hour and if you look at me anymore you’ll kill me... I wish I could hold you and tell you how proud I am of your progress, working with Fatgum seems to be making you learn more about becoming a professional hero and how to take action - I’m kind of jealous, how can you be so perfect? Love, y/n ♡

• He closes this envelope and picked up another one with a blush painting his cheeks

Kiri,

You did amazing at the sports festival! I’m so glad you’re okay and you fought like a man! I know you didn’t place but you still did amazing out there in my eyes! I was cheering for you and you smiled at me... I never want to forget that smile. Before I went against Uraraka, you came to reassure me I could win! You gave me hope and made me want to work harder! When you go pro, I’ll be here still cheering you on and maybe... maybe we can work together in the future.. Love, Y/n ♡

• Kirishima smiles and slipped the note in the back of his pocket before closing your red box and walking out of your room.

• When you woke up you noticed Kirishima was gone and screamed into your pillow

“I knocked out?! He probably thinks I’m crazy!”

• The next few days Kirishima spent trying to talk to you, and it worked thank god

• He got to know you and you got to know him, he found out what a crackhead you are

• On accident though he walked in when you were learning a new tiktok dance and he had seen you bust out doing a random dance because you didn’t get the original

• He walked with you to class and spent lunch with you, he’s peel your orange or open your drink for you when he brought it back

• And you didn’t know what cause this, but the more he did the more you wrote in your tiny red box

• and Kirishima, being nosey, read some of them

• When you walked in to him holding the red card you automatically felt the color drain from your face

“I can explain Kirishima.”

• His head snapped towards you and he set down the card

“I’m not mad! I shouldn’t have read it but - I like you too y/n! And I wish you could’ve told me all of this!”

• The color drained from your face while you picked the box up and chucked out of your window

“Ow! Oi! Who the hell threw that!”

• You yelped and shut the window before avoiding kirishima’s eyes, your hands behind your back you stepped towards him with your head down looking at your shoes

“It would’ve been easier if I told you right...”

“I’m glad I found out regardless.”

• He placed his hands on your shoulders and gave them a squeeze placing a small kiss on the top of your head

“I’ve got you from now on y/n.”

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• Taking out bad guys had become a natural thing in your life - and being a pro hero meant you were in the spot light more

• As you grew older your shy persona grew away that’s to your boyfriend:

“Looks like Red Riot and (your hero name) took the win on this one!”

“The best hero couple!”

• You quickly flashed a smile and looked over at your now pro-hero boyfriend, he smiled and placed a kiss on the top of your head whispering in your ear-

“I’m glad to be working with my partner in crime.”

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Angst Request

“Let’s make one thing clear Evans,” said Ron, “I can stay here all night.”

Baldwin Evans stared coldly into Ron’s eyes. He was tied up in a chair, only him and Ron stood in the auror interrogation room. The sun had set, it was pitch black outside.

“Trying to be as heroic as your friend?” Evans sneered at Ron.

Ron was not bothered by his comment, maybe it would have bothered him another time before. But this Ron was a more confident Ron, and he had one goal for today. To get this death eater to give out names, if he didn’t, there would be consequences.

“I’ve read about you Weasley,” Evans said, looking coldly into his eyes.

“Enough small talk,” snarled Ron. “Give me names or its a life long sentence in Azkaban.”

Evans laughed, “Names for what? You want names Weasley? I can give you names. Darwal, Tether, Rookwood, Dolohov. Take your names. You think we fought for Voldemort? You think that’s what this is all about? If that’s what you think, you and Potter are more stupid than you look.”

“You did fight for him,” Ron spat. “And you’re continuing what he started, even though your precious dark lord is rotting in the ground”

“What he started? Voldemort didn’t care about anything but living. He, like precious Potter was a half blood himself, any pureblood knows a pureblood name, Riddle is not one. Of course the stupid followers didn’t know, but the ones with half a brain did. Even the Lestrange’s knew, but they were so infatuated by his power they blindly followed. No Weasley, this was never about him. This has been before Voldemort’s time- back to the days of Salazar Slytherin. Weasley.... of course I know you’re a pureblood. It’s disgusting.... how you shame your blood, your people.” Said Evans.

“You’re standing on the wrong side Weasley, you are the issue. Welcoming half blood mutts and mud-bloods into our world.” Evans snarled, Ron hit him right across the face.

“Oh yes,” Evans sneered, smiling. “I’ve stuck a nerve- you’ve married that Granger mudblood, disgusting... breeding with those kind.... tarnishing our blood purity.”

Ron punched him, making Evans fall to the floor, still tied to the chair.

“If her name comes out of your mouth again I’ll...” Ron spat at him.

Evans spit out blood and smiled. “You’ll what? Kill me Weasley? Go ahead. There’s bigger things you need to worry about than me I can assure you that. Keep an eye on your muggle wife.”

Ron brought his chair up and punched him again.

“Are you threatening me” Ron snarled.

“Not a threat if it’s happening Weasley. Her disgusting blood will spill, rotten to its core. One less mudblood, a purer world. Good timing too, seeing as how she’s about to deliver a mutt.”

Ron punched him in the stomach making him heave. He punched him once, twice, three times across the face. Evans chair fell to the floor with him on it once again, Ron kicked his fallen body. One, two, three times across the face. Evans whole face was bloody, his nose out of place, his eye now black. Ron drew out his wand, shaking.

“What are you planning,” Ron snarled, shaking and pointing his wand at him. Evans couldn’t breathe.

“WHAT ARE YOU PLANNIG!” Ron yelled again and Evans still was heaving from the pain.

“Should.....” Evans breathed.... “be......” he tried to get out “happening.......now” and with that he let out one last breath and fell unconscious from the pain.

Ron ran out of the interrogation room and went upstairs, running up the stairs and not bothering for the elevator. At an immensable speed he ran to hermiones floor. Adrenaline running though his veins. He ran to hermiones office and pounded on it.

“Hermione!!!!!!” He called desperately, he kicked the door open and saw the office was empty.

“Mr. Weasley?” A woman’s voice asked.

“SAMANTHA WHERE IS HERMIONE!?” Ron desperately asked Hermione’s assistant.

She looked at him wide eyed, “well she went home sir.... It’s 7 p.m... I was on my way too.... I just forgot my ...” she began but Ron did not wait for her to finish her sentence, he dissaparated home on the spot immediately.

“HERMIONE!!!!!!!!” Ron called running everywhere in the house. He was welcomed with silence. Ron was shaking. He had tears in his eyes. He struggled to find a happy memory, he desperately thought of his and Hermione’s wedding and yelled, “EXPECTO PATRONUM!”

A silver Terrier shot out, “FIND HERMIONE,” Ron beggged, “TELL HER TO TELL ME WHERE SHE IS ASAP!” The terrier ran off and Ron ran desperately to his room.

“Accio deluminator!” The deluminator shot into his hands. Ron put it to his ear desperately, tears now rolling down his face.

“Hermione please,” he cried, kneeling on the floor desperately listening to the deluminator.

Ron looked up at the ceiling, “please,” he cried desperately.

As if someone was listening to his plea, a silver otter cams floating towards him. Ron’s heart leaped.

“Ron? I’m in the muggle shopping centre. I wanted to get more things for the baby. I thought you’d be gone all night,” the otter said with Hermione’s voice.

Ron drew out his wand and dissaparated. Knowing the store Hermione was taking about. They had been there last week.

He ran, past every clothing rack. The store wasn’t too busy, it looked like it was closing soon. He went to the baby section, and his eyes spotted Hermione. He felt as if he had drank three bottles of firewhiskey as soon as he had spotted her. He ran to her, and she gave him a confused look. 

“Ron what are you doing...” but Ron kept his eyes open at every angle. And he spotted a man whip around. Ron was quicker drawing out his wand.

“Avada-” the man began, but he stood no chance. Ron didn't even say a verbal spell, non-verbally he stunned him. Shaking, he ran to the man’s unconscious body. Kicking him and punching him. 

“Ron!” Hermione cried desperately running to him. “Ron please...he’s unconscious it’s okay,” she desperately tried to stop Ron. But Ron only saw red as he kicked and punched the man, his face now bloody. 

“Sir sir! Lydia call security” a shop keeper screamed. 

Ron lifted up his Auror badge, which was disguised to look like an officer’s one for muggles. 

She hurriedly rushed away, looking at the scene dangerously. 

“Ron please, please...” Hermione begged. The man now laid in a pool of blood. 

Ron took a deep breath, shaking.

“I-I’ll c-call K-kingsley” Hermione cried, embracing Ron so that he did not do more. She sent out a patronus, and the otter ran off. Within minutes Kingsley, Harry and two other Aurors arrived. 

“What happened-” Kingsley said calmly. 

Ron looked at the body with pure loathing, still shaking “he tried to kill....” he couldn’t finish the sentence. Hermione, still embracing him said, 

“He-he tried to use the killing curse on me....” Hermione whispered, tears in her eyes. R-Ron came and stunned him...” 

Kingsley nodded, “are you okay?” he asked Hermione, Hermione nodded her head crying. 

“How did you know Ron?” Harry asked, as the two other Aurors lifted up the man’s body and cleared off the blood.  

“Evans....he let it out in interrogation..” Ron said, looking darkly at the man, looking as if he wanted to kill him. 

Harry nodded. “Jameson, obliviate the muggles, go to the interrogation room...put Evans back in Azkaban...Levy, put this man in a cell as well. Kingsley sir, thank you for coming. I think we’ve got it.” 

Harry turned to Ron, “Ron- just go home tonight, with Hermione...we can talk about this after. We’ll take care of it.” 

“I’m putting his body to rot there,” Ron spat. 

“Ron, you’ve done more than enough - we’ve got it.... Hermione, please...” Hermione looked at her husband and put his cheeks in her hand. 

“Ron let’s go... please love...” Ron seemed to come out of his fury at her touch. She reached for him gently and they dissaparated home together. Ron immediately started putting enchantment spells on the house. 

“R-Ron” Hermione whispered as her furiously waved his wand. “W-we already have,” 

but Ron was not listening. He determinedly put every spell that came to mind and then he went to Hermione, embracing her tightly. He started shaking as he sobbed desperately against her. Pulling away he grabbed Hermione’s face in his hands and pulled her face in for a passionate kiss. Tears glistening down his face as he pulled away. 

“I-I don’t know what I w-would do without you Hermione,” he told her, eyes blazing. Hermione was crying. 

“You’re my everything” he whispered desperately. 

Hermione looked at him, “Ron-” she whispered, as he went on his knees to kiss her pregnant stomach, sobbing. 

“Promise me” Ron said furiously grabbing her hands in his and squeezing them, “You will always tell me where you are... Please Hermione...If I lost you.....I- I would die.....Y-You’re my life.” Hermione squeezed his hands back, crying, “I promise,” she said, her voice shaking. 

“I- I love you,” she told him, getting him up on his feet. 

Ron pulled her in for a passionate desperate kiss. Cupping her cheeks in his hands. It was a kiss that was filled with desperation, to make sure she was there, beside him. 

“You can’t go out like this anymore” he said seriously. 

“But Ron-” she said, Ron threw her a furious stare. She went silent at his stare. She figured that now was not the time to tell him how she was capable of protecting herself. Not when someone had just tried to kill her. 

He pulled her in for another passionate kiss, and tears glistened both of their faces. That night, Ron did not let Hermione from his embrace. He held her tightly, whispering how much she meant to him the whole night. Hermione felt safe in his arms, she wasn’t able to sleep, and neither was Ron. She saw how his devastation reflected, how his worst fear was her in danger. 

He held her the way he had held her the first nights after the war, she knew he would not be able to sleep the whole week. He would be worrying about her, but they would survive this, they always survived together. 

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streetracer!mark (pt.4): Mad City

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The second Mark had disappeared, you fumbled around in your purse with shaky hands while looking for your cellphone. Your heart was racing a mile a minute and tears were still spilling down your cheeks. The car was eerily silent with only the sound of your shallow breaths and the faint sound of the ocean present.

“Who do I even call?” you spoke out loud as you unlocked the device. Frustration was setting in. You weren’t sure if you should call Taemin. He told you that Mark was involved in some trouble but you couldn’t believe it was this bad. He also told you not to get involved or else he wouldn’t let you see him again. You wept even harder. You had no choice. You’d never forgive yourself if something happened to Mark.

Just as you were about to hit dial a call came through. You answered with a shaky hello.

“Y/n,” sang a familiar voice on the other hand. “You wouldn’t happen to know why my dearest Mark has been ignoring my calls would you? The team is having a meeting tonight—“ began Haechan before you bursted into tears. You couldn’t be more happy to hear his voice.

“H-haechan, I think Mark is in trouble,” you sobbed. “We were at the beach then these guys came and they had a gun and Mark put me in the car and left to go talk with them but—“ you rambled frantically.

“Hey slow down,” he urged. He dropped his voice to a whisper “did you say gun?” he asked. “Y-yes,” you stammered.

“That bastard!” you heard him yell on the other end as you heard the sound of him hitting something on the end. “W-what are you talking about Haechan? What do I do?” you pleaded.

“Your brother ran out of here like 10 minutes ago saying he had to deal with something but he refused to tell me what it was. I bet he’s on his way right now, that dickhead. Listen, send me your location. Taemin will probably get there before me but I’m on my way!” he said. You had never heard him sound so serious before. You could hear him panting on the other end of the line before hearing a car door slam shut. Haechan hung up and you immediately sent the location to him.

It felt as though hours had passed even though it really had only been another 15 minutes. Still, every minute left you in agony. Mark said he would be back sooner. You sent a silent prayer to the heavens on his behalf. You were angry and devastated that such an amazing day was ending like this. You cursed yourself for ever getting involved in street racing and cursed everyone who kept the community alive. You cursed your brother for the part he played in it all too. You cursed everyone and everything. You just wanted Mark back. You dropped your face into your palms as you let out another sob, weeping into your hands.

A soft knock on your window made you jump in fear. Lucas was crouched down, peering through the glass with a worried expression on his face. You unlocked the door and began to climb out of the car. “Lucas, where is Mark? Is everything okay? And my brother?” you asked, words spilling from your mouth at the speed of lightening.

Lucas had placed his hands on your shoulders, gently pushing you back into the seat. “Lucas?” you pleaded, looking at him through panicked eyes. He tried to avoid your gaze. “Listen, your brother is here but he told me to take you home. That’s all I know,” he said.

You froze. What the fuck, you thought to yourself. “Did you guys really fucking think I was going to leave here without Mark?” you screamed at him. He sighed. You got up out of the car, forcing your way past him before bumping right into another body. Yuta stood in your way this time. He looked sad for you but he stood his ground, blocking your path.

“Sicheng will take the other car back” he said to Lucas, speaking over your head. “I’ll drive.”

Your head spun around, looking between the two boys. “Y/n, I’m sorry,” Yuta said. “Taemin gave us very specific orders. Please forgive us,” he continued.

That same second, you felt Lucas’ arms wrap around you as a struggle ensued. You tried to force yourself out of his grasp, hitting at his shoulders as you cried. Yuta held the door open as Lucas pulled you in, still keeping you locked in his arms, drowning out your screams with the palm of his hand.

You struggled and struggled despite the fact that you were no match for his strength and soon, Yuta was in the front seat as he started the car, driving off towards the highway.

Your body had grown weak. You had no more fight left in you. You collapsed against Lucas’ body as you wept. You squeezed your eyes shut, not being able to stop the tears spilling out. Every second of that day replayed in your mind as if the memories were permentantly saved inside. You could hear the sound of Mark singing again, you could feel his hand against your thighs, you could feel his warmth engulf you the way it did as you cuddled on the beach. You could see his sweet smile as he looked off towards the ocean, rambling on and on about all the things in life he wanted to do with you.

If you didn’t have him again you’d die, you thought. Your heart would certainly stop on the spot. The pain was too much as you felt the tightness in your chest increase. “Yuta, roll down the back windows!” you could hear Lucas yell. The night air forced its way into the car as you felt it fill your lungs, taking a deep breath.

“That’s it,” whispered Lucas as he held you in his arms, rubbing softly at your hair. “Everything will be fine. Just keep breathing like you are now.”

You must have fallen asleep on the way back because when you opened your eyes again you were pulling into the parking lot of your apartment. You couldn’t speak, not that you even wanted to. You had little energy. You simply clung to Lucas as you rode the elevator to your floor as Yuta looked on quietly.

You collapsed into your bed the second you were back in your room. You wouldn’t have been able to sleep if you hadn’t been so drained. Even now, the only thing you could do was replay your day on loop in your head. The only comfort was to keep listening to the sound of Marks voice, feeling his touch. Tears spilled from your eyes and onto your pillow.

You woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air a few hours later as you awoke from a nightmare. In your dream you peered directly into the barrel of a pistol, frozen in place and unable to move. This time it was Mark who wielded the weapon. You called out his name. You watched as tears filled his eyes before he pointed the weapon at your chest, directly over your heart. “It hurts so bad,” you wept. “I’ll make it stop,” he murmured. “I promise.” Those were the last words you heard before you were pulled out of you dream state.

Taemin sat at the end of your bed, but rushed over to check on you. “You were just dreaming,” he said, trying to get you to lay back down. You fought him, shoving his hands away.

“Is he okay or not?” you asked. Taemin sighed. “He’s going to be fine,” he answered.

“Going to be?” you yelled. “What does that mean? Why won’t anyone fucking tell me anything?” you screamed.

“YOU’RE TRAUMATIZED!” yelled Taemin. “YOU HAD A GUN POINTED AT YOU. YOU’RE HAVING NIGHTMARES!” Your brother was in an absolute rage.

Seconds later, Yuri came rushing through your bedroom door. She reached for Taemin, rubbing at his arm. “Babe, you need to calm down...” she ordered. She pulled him towards the door, shooting you an apologetic glance.

He stopped in the doorway. “I wish you knew how much it fucking kills me to hear you crying out his name, even in your dreams,” your brother said with a shaky voice. “Y/n, whatever you guys had needs to end. He put your life at risk and that’s where I draw the line,” he finished, slamming the door behind him and leaving you alone in your room. You couldn’t fall back asleep after that.

You didn’t know it at the time, but the next day was the first day of the rest of your life. A whirlwind of events had brought you to that point. You didn’t hear from Mark.

All you knew of his situation was that he was shot that night. Your heart had split into a million pieces when you heard the news. Every message you sent to him and Haechan both remained unanswered. Every hospital that you checked refused to confirm if he was a patient or not. There was no way of you reaching him and the more time went on, the more you could feel yourself slipping backwards into a dark place.

Taemin tried his best but your relationship wasn’t the same afterwards. He urged you to go to therapy, which you did, but it only made you realize how much you hated your current situation. Everything had seemingly gone back to normal for the others. Lucas, Yuta, and Sicheng still trained regularly with Taemin, not speaking of Mark as if he had never existed in the first place.

Lucas was the only person who offered a few words to you here and there in the following weeks. He’d apologize, or ask if you were okay but you had mentally checked out and everyone could tell. There was nothing left for you in this town anymore.

About a month later you ran into Haechan. You had been juggling multiple jobs and were working at a bar in a different part of town when he strolled in with a few of his friends. It was as if you were seeing red. You cornered him as he excused himself from a game of pool to use the bathroom. You had almost knocked the air out of him entirely when you delivered a delicious slap across this face. You had fallen apart over the last 2 months and he hadn’t even had the decency to reach out to you. According to him, he desperately wanted to but was simply following Marks orders.

“Y/n, you have to understand. He almost d-died that night,” said Haechan as he stuttered. “He got himself too deeply into the illegal races. He tried to make everything right by joining the team with Taemin but it was too late.” Haechans voice dripped with empathy for you but you still couldn’t bring yourself to forgive him.

“Then why?” you asked him. “W-why what?” he asked. “Why did he leave me?” you asked, tears filling your eyes but still not falling. For months you had been numb. Despite your sadness you hadn’t cried since the week everything had happened. You felt like an empty shell.

“I think he wanted to protect you,” haechan answered. “Where is he now?” you asked. Haechan sighed deeply. “I’m not supposed to tell you... b-but he went back to Korea and I’m going back too. I don’t really have anyone else here. He’s my best friend. I’ve just been tying up some loose strings but my flight leaves this weekend,” he said as he looked down at his feet.

You nodded before turning on your heels and walking away from him without saying another word. “Y/n! Wait!” Haechan called after you, but you didn’t bother to stop. You resumed your position behind the bar as you finished your shift. You could feel Haechans gaze for the rest of the night but didn’t bother to acknowledge the boy again.

Luckily, because of therapy, you were pulling yourself together in preparation of your own plans. Plans that you hadn’t let anyone in on. Truthfully, you had a feeling Mark had left town. Your heart still belonged to him and despite his absence, at times you felt more connected than ever. Haechans conversation was simply confirmation. There really was nothing left for you here, just as you had expected.

Taemin didn’t take it well when he came home from his next stint in Europe to find you and your belongings missing from the apartment. You had been communicating since he had left and you sounded much more cheerful than you typically did. He felt glad. He felt like he was getting his sister back again. He called you, leaving countless voicemails pleading with you to come home.

You had applied to a university overseas in the UK, and had secured an apartment from all the money you had saved from your jobs. You wanted to study journalism and entertainment. You needed desperately to get out of your old town and to start a new life. After a couple days of settling in you called your brother to let him know you were safe and sound. He was relieved but still deeply hurt that you had gone so far with your own plans without including him at all. He felt like he had failed you. Truthfully, you felt that he had too because you still held a grudge for the role he played in keeping you away from Mark. Either way, it was the for the best if you spent time away from him. He had stepped in to take care of you after you had lost your parents and you were grateful but you couldn’t live life under his control any longer.

Despite the fact that your heart was still far from being fully healed, you felt a little bit more at peace. You had a new lease on life and were looking forward to having the opportunity to start over.

The next two years flew by. You doubled up your courseload at school to fast track your way through your program and spent all your other time working paid internships with Entertainment companies. You were really finding your direction and falling into a place where you felt confident in your career path. You were passionate about journalism. All those years of watching your opponents races had paid off and you often found yourself covering various racing events, breaking down the analytics of the racers abilities and car details in a way that made it easily understandable for readers. Slowly, you drifted over into broadcasting, doing online segments for races.

By the time you had graduated you had a built up a pretty good resume for yourself with the experience you had and were planning your next move. You decided to base yourself in L.A, working out of Hollywood. Most of the time, your job forced you to travel and this was one of those occasions.

You had flown out to Japan and were in the midst of your first ever Formula One Grand Prix. It was beyond hectic to be working during such a legendary event and for the first few days, you and your team were taking quite the beating. You were understaffed and overwhelmed as you tried to juggle TV interviews and the filming of online content. Your superiors had started relying on the rookie reporters to pick up the slack wherever they fell short.

You were shocked. You didn’t think you’d be the one flying in helicopters while recording play by play recaps as you watched the race cars zip along the closed off Japanese streets. It was a lot to juggle and was physically challenging as well.

You were sprawled out across your hotel bed when your phone buzzed. You answered immediately.

“Y/n, thank God you’re still awake,” said your manager on the other line. It was only 9PM but jet lag had been getting the best of everyone and most of your colleagues struggled to make it past 7PM most nights since press days started so early.

“There was a huge mixup and I absolutely need someone to cover an interview for a scheduled written release!” she said over the phone. “I’m still stuck in Osaka but I’ve booked another hotel in Yokohama where you can conduct the interview and stay for tonight. Transportation is arranged,” she finished.

“I’ll pack and head over now. I should be able to make it in the next hour to start the interview right away!” you said as you pulled yourself out of bed in search of your luggage. “Great, I’ll send all the files over to you!” she said before hanging up.

In the next hour, as expected, you were delivered safely to a luxurious hotel in the city of Yokohama. The hotel room was much more fancy the one you had stayed in before and even had a small seating area, which was perfect for conducting the interview. You had unpacked your belongings and cleaned yourself up.

Your favourite thing about written releases was that you didn’t have to worry about being in front of a camera. Since it was late, you opted to do the interview in a cream blazer , a white top, and some light washed jeans. You paired them with some black, leather mule loafers and drew your hair up into a bun, allowing your baby hairs to cascade around the perimeter of your hairline. “This will do,” you said to yourself as you gave yourself a final once over in the mirror. Your interview was due to commence any minute so you took your place on the couch as you opened up your laptop to glance through the files your manager had sent over.

You froze when you opened up the first document to get background information on the rookie just as you heard a knock at the door.

You spun hour head to follow the noise, not moving from your seat, knowing very well who was waiting for you on the other side.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you repeated to yourself as your heart began to race. You jumped up and made your way over to the entrance. You didn’t bother peering through the peep hole and instead took a deep breath before spinning the lock and opening the door.

Mark stood directly in front of you, wide eyed, as his mouth fell open. He seemed to stumble backwards a bit as he took you in. Since you had come to replace your manager, he must have had no idea you were going to be doing the interview instead.

“Y-y/n...” he said, blinking a few times as if he was hallucinating. He looked the same but more mature. His black curly hair was cut a little shorter at the sides, and he sported his signature white Tee with a black racing bomber jacket overtop with various sponsor patches sewed to it along with the korean flag. He rocked a pair of black jeans with his outfit, and overall looked amazing. He had gotten more muscular over the years as well.

You had tried not to make it too obvious that you were staring but you figured you had failed when he began to shift around in his jacket, straightening it out.

“Mark, welcome. I’ll be interviewing you tonight,” you said professionally before stepping aside and motioning for him to enter. He seemed to hesitate before stepping over the threshold and into the hotel room. You closed the door behind him with a click before spinning the lock back into place.

You had poured coffee into two cups before his arrival, but picked his up to empty it out once he had settled into his seat. You came back moments later with a cup of tea instead as you slid the beverage in front of him, taking a seat next time him on the couch. Mark had always hated coffee. “Thank you,” he murmured.

“Shall we begin?” you asked. “Uh, yeah sure,” he responded nervously as you momentarily locked eyes. You held each other’s gazes for what felt like an eternity. His eyes seemed to say a lot, though he hadn’t spoken much since you opened the door.

You broke eye contact then proceeded to hit start on the camcorder you had resting on the table in front of you. You let a soft sigh escape your lips before speaking, “Okay, first question.”

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“Abomination”, Ch. 13

  Sienna and Poppy quickly found an isolated spot in the Tower Annex. "First things first, don't you ever drop a bomb like that in public again," Sienna scolded. "Second of all, what? You mean to tell me you're related to a goddess?," she continued, throwing her hands in the air. "Did it not occur to you to maybe, I don't know, mention that?!"

  Poppy clapped a hand over her friend's mouth and glared. "I am not moving this hand until you calm down." After a few moments of silence, she slowly lowered it. Sienna said nothing, though her frustration was still palpable. "Okay then," Poppy said. "Narvuk, you feel like explaining?"

  The Knight sighed and sat heavily. "I was bborn to the Wizard who became Omnigul, long beffore she was Crota's Will. I wwas an Acolyte when she slaughtered her way to that position. My ssiblings and I joined his spawn, but I have heard nothing of them since. Omnigul became my prince's mate and consort. Savathun is Crota's aunt, thus my relation. She is family, though not by brood." Poppy gaped at him for a second, and Sienna had a look on her face like someone had asked her what a sterile neutrino was. The girls composed themselves and launched into questioning him.

"Why didn't you tell us sooner?"

"Why didn't you tell Eris or Zavala?"

"What do you mean, 'slaughtered her way'?"

Then Sienna asked the inevitable. "If you were part of Crota's brood, were you there when he took the Moon?" Narvuk hesitated, eyes darting from the exit to Sienna and back. "Answer the question, big man. No secrets in a fireteam," she ordered in a voice colder than a night on Mercury.

He sighed. "No, I was not thhere. But... I helped defend itt."

"From who? The Fallen?"

"You. Lightbearers."

   Poppy's head snapped to look at him. Then she snatched Sienna's arm. "Sienna, can we talk for a sec?," she asked, already dragging the Hunter out of Narvuk's earshot. "If he's talking about what it sounds like he's talking about, we cannot tell Eris. Ever." Sienna gave her a puzzled look, but Poppy was already walking back to Narvuk and sitting down in front of him. "Hey, big guy, how many Guardians do you remember?"

"Nnot sure. Dozens? No, not dozen, what was it... hundreds. Maybe thousands. Whhy?"

"Shit. Shit," Poppy spat. "Oh, we are so fucked. Okay, Narvuk? I need you to promise me that you will not breathe a word of this to anyone. I swear, I'll explain, just promise me that," she finished, raising her hands to forestall any interruptions.

  Narvuk dipped his chin, and Poppy let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. "Look, big guy, I won't lie to you. This is bad, for all of us. You fought in what we call the Great Disaster. After what happened at Burning Lake, the Consensus voted to launch a counterattack. Hundreds of us died final deaths, some of them our best and brightest. Eris was there, you know. She saw Crota kill Wei Ning, one of the strongest Titans this Tower's ever seen. They say the sky turned to green fire. If this gets out, DeMarcus isn't the only one who's gonna hate you."

"But whhy? That was my old life. Not who I am annymore."

"They're not gonna care, Narvuk! All they're gonna be thinking about is who they lost, and all that pain will turn into anger, and that anger? It's all gonna be pointed at you."

  "That won't be the only thing pointed at him," Sienna interjected, sill looking out at the horizon. She turned to face them, one hand dropping to the hand cannon on her side. "We need to get him out of here. Now." Poppy shook her head.

"What about Banshee? He's supposed to have something for Narvuk in a few days, at the most."

  Sienna cut a line through the air with her hand. "Not a priority right now. We need to get to the Hangar and get out ASAP. Narvuk, you think you can portal over there unnoticed?" The Knight thought for a moment, then nodded. "Good. We'll meet you there in a few minutes. Try not to be seen or start any trouble. Poppy, you're with me," she ordered, gaze now fixed on the doorway.

  Narvuk began hastily conjuring a portal as Poppy stood to follow Sienna. He looked back, nodded, then stepped through. He emerged in a corner of the Hangar, out of sight to almost anyone. The corner was cramped, however, so he wedged his way out a little, but froze when he heard voices nearby. "-nce he doesn't have his fireteam around, we pop his Ghost and put him back in the ground. Clear?" Narvuk recognized the voice of DeMarcus as the Guardians around him murmured their affirmations. Through the equipment-filled shelf, he could make out the shapes of four or five others with the Titan. He edged closer, which was difficult due to his large frame. 

   As he inched past the shelves, DeMarcus resumed. "Look, guys, I know that I might be asking a lot, and some of you have your... misgivings." He gave a pointed look to a Hunter to his right, who put his hands up in a "don't look at me" gesture. "But one thing we all agree on is that the Traveler made a mistake when it chose a Hive" - he put such venom into the word that Narvuk could almost feel it - "to be a Guardian. It's just wrong."

  One of the Warlocks raised his hand, like a child in a classroom. "What if this is a test? And the Traveler wants to see if we can see past what he is? If we fail, what happens to us then?" Just then, Narvuk's shoulder brushed a wrench enough that it shifted, scraping against the shelf. He froze as the group whipped around. DeMarcus leaned down to try and get a better view, but when saw nothing, he shook his head and turned back to his friends, only to see Sienna and Poppy coming around the corner into the Hangar.

"Time to go, boys," he murmured, already leading them away to the other end of the Hangar. As they passed the girls, most of hisgroup ignored them, though the Warlock who had spoken up gave a respectful nod that Sienna returned. After making sure the group wouldn't double back, the girls casually made their way to where DeMarcus had been.

"Big guy, if you're here, it's clear to come out," Poppy muttered.

"I wwould, but I'm a little stuck."

  The Warlock turned to the corner and noticed the blue glow from Narvuk's eyes. She held in her laughter when she saw his predicament, mostly because of the pained look already on his face. "Alright, let's get you out of there," she said as she rolled up her sleeves and grabbed his arm.

  After a few tense minutes of pulling (with some help from Sienna), they managed to get Narvuk free. He rolled his shoulders and grunted his thanks, not making eye contact with either of the girls. "Big guy, you alright? Getting stuck happens to all of us, nothing to be ashamed of," Poppy assured, waving him to follow her to the ship. He opened his mouth to say something, but though better of it and followed as quietly as he could.

Once he was as secure as he could manage in the back of Poppy's ship, Narvuk knocked twice on the wall to signal her. A few moments later, they were rocketing away from the Tower and into orbit. "So where exactly are you planning on going, big guy? There's Vanguard ops everywhere, except maybe the Tangled Shore, but Spider is... yeah, he's worse."

"Whhat is this 'Tangled Shhore'?"

Sienna spoke for the first time since the Tower. "It's a hive of scum and Darkness, a haven for anyone who doesn't want to be found. You're free to conduct any nasty business there you want, so long as you play by the Spider's rules."

"It's perfect. Let's ggo."

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