#CAPE I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DONT LET ME IN

[chaos-and-clowns]

"Was that an exit door I saw???"

Pomni found capes house and wants answers.

Now.

I kept thinking of this image of pomni and thought of the ring doorbell meme.

#pomni fanart #pomni #the amazing digital circus pomni #tadc pomni #ring doorbell #front door #nopen na noor #CAPE I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DONT LET ME IN #WHERE IS THE DOOOOOOORRRRR #You wondering how I got your address? (lip smack) Don't even worry about that bro- #(list of entire bleeped swear word dictionary) #RUN

[tinandabin]

What would the Hashiras do in a situation similiar to "Veronica open the door please" and reader is just calm and try to think way to escape while ignoring the hashiras aggresively knocking the door

This sounds really cool ngl, but it's also scary at the same time. PLEASE DONT LEAVE BCUZ OF NO PARAGRAPH BREAKS, I SWEAR TUMBLR ISNT LETTING ME. PLEASE.

Trigger warnings: yandere behaviour, panic attack, mentions of human body parts, dead bodies, and many more.

"[Name], my love, please open the door. You are worrying us all," Kyojuro calmly asked for you to open the door, in his usual cherry voice, his smile seemed forced and he was anxiously holding his haori/cape.

"You think that brat will open the door so fucking easily?" Sanemi scoffed at Kyojuro as Kyojuro's eye twitched, Sanemi is a little bitch. "Open the goddamn door!!" Sanemi screamed at you, while you were inside the room trying to take deep breaths and stop the tears rolling down your face as you hurriedly looked for a way to get out. As soon as Sanemi's voice reached you, you flinched and threw something at the door thinking they broke in.

"What was...that sound? Did [Name]-Chan hurt herself?! Oh my God, [Name]-Chan, please open the door!!" Mitsuri gasped at the sudden sound and paranoid thoughts started filling her mind, did you fall? Did you cut your hand? What if you hurt your head? In a panic, she started banging at the door.

Sobs filled the room as Shinobu and Obanai tried to get Mitsuri to stop crying, while the others continued trying to persuade you to open the door.

No matter how many reassuring words they told you, no matter how many promises they made that they wouldn't hurt you, you didn't believe them. You don't trust them. Who can even trust them?

There was no possible escape from this room, other than the door. You searched every corner, no vents, no windows, not even a bathroom attached to it. And not to add it's so stuffy here. The air smells dusty, filled with the smell of...dead bodies, and flies flying around the room mindlessly bumping into things. The room was filled with spider webs and cardboard boxes.

'Maybe I could find something useful in the boxes,' You thought as you carefully went towards one of the boxes and opened it, and surprisingly it was easy to open. As if it had been recently used. As soon as you opened the box, the ugly odor filled the room. Coughing slightly, you looked in the box. To see multiple..fingers, eyeballs, and so many more human body parts.

Suddenly the Hashiras heard a loud thud as you fell to the floor, taking sharp intakes of breath, and oh God, you can't fucking breathe. Fresh tears cascaded down your face as your heart picked up its speed. Your hands started trembling as you desperately started clawing at your skin, wanting to get the image out of your head.

After hearing the loud thud and your whimpers, without a thought, the Hashiras broke the door and immediately went towards you.

"[Name]-San, what happened? What's wrong?" Shinobu softly asked you as she tried to caress your face, which resulted in you scooting away from her. She let her hand down sadly as she looked at you.

"Hey, [Name], talk to me," Muichiro said as he walked towards you, and he was probably the one you could at least tolerate and one of your best comfort sources at this moment. Muichiro sat down next to you and hugged you, hiding your face in his clothes. He started running his fingers through your hair, trying his best to calm you down.

All the while this was going on, Giyuu and Sanemi were trying to guess what caused you to be like this. Of course, as soon as Giyuu's keen eye caught the sight of the open box, it was all clear what you saw. Grunting, Sanemi harshly closed the box.

"I told you all, we shouldn't have put the box here. [Name] comes here often.." Giyuu said while looking at your pitiful form.

Sanemi rolled his eyes and kindly told him to fuck off.

Shinobu took an injection from her medical toolbox and injected you with it. Your surroundings started fading away, and soon enough you were knocked out in Muichiro's hold.

Before you were knocked out, you heard one last thing.

"What happened, my children?"

MASTERLIST

#demon slayer #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #dark #yandere #yandere demon slayer #yandere kny #yandere x reader #yandere hashira #yandere hashiras #yandere blog #yandere obanai #yandere sanemi #yandere kyojuro #yandere mitsuri #yandere shinobu #yandere giyuu #yandere muichiro #yandete kagaya #yandere uzui #yandere gyomei #yandere kny x reader #x reader #yanderes x reader #reader x #reader x yandere kny #yandere kyojuro x reader #yandere sanemi x reader #yandere muichiro x reader #yandere mitsuri x reader

[blueberry-writer]

hiyaaa sjdjdjf dont mind me keeping requesting for the doa, i really like them and your headcanons <3

I'd like to request platonic headcanons for nikolai, fyodor, and sigma like interacting with/reacting to learning that nikolai had a kid sister (the reader)

Notes:heyy! :D It’s okey, i love writing requests for the doa! Anyway.. i founded this request so cute!💙 Oh and sorry if i’m late, I had to post your request last night but then came the bsd trailer and I couldn’t resist the temptation to watch it and make me simp about the fact that Nikolai was finally animated!😥i mean, NIKOLAI IS SO GOD DAMN FINE. 😩🙏

TW/CONTENT: sfw, fem!reader, Fyodor and Sigma interacting with the reader as nikolai young sister, platonic ‘relationship’

Sigma

at first he was quite surprised that Nikolai could have a younger sister

If it wasn’t for Nikolai talking about you all the time, he probably wouldn’t have even suspected he had a little sister

The first time you met was a bit..particular:Nikolai had a night mission with Fyodor and just didn’t want to leave you home alone. God forbid anything bad ever happens to you... or you mess something or someone up, without him. I believe in Nikolai and his little sister creating problems together supremacy

Now a quiz! Guess who was the only reliable person Nikolai could trust at that moment to leave his lovely little sister in his hands? That’s right! Sigma.

At first Sigma was not inclined to babysit you but in one way or another Nikolai convinced him

One has to admit that at first there was embarrassment, Sigma is not very good with children.

'I am the menager of a major casino, not a babysitter! I swear as soon as I see Nikolai- '

".... Oh- hem-...  Do you want cookies?." That was the first sentence he said to you after a strangely awkward moments of silence.

The situation is improving little by little. Go from monosyllabic answers to answers with whole sentences, laughter, and a few lines.

You spent the night getting Sigma to teach you how to play cards and to hear stories from Sigma about his, Nikolai’s and Fyodor’s missions.

As soon as you fell asleep sigma’s heart melted, you were so pretty!!

He can’t believe that a lovely little girl like you is related to an annoying, crazy guy like Nikolai

Once the mission ended, of course, Nikolai came back to pick you up early in the morning. You were still sleeping, so he used his cape as a blanket and picked you up

Sigma was kind of sad to let you go and not even say goodbye

"As soon as she wakes up, tell her I said hello, okey?"

Since that morning, he’s offered to babysit you every time Nikolai had a night mission to do.

Let’s also say that, after that night, you also started winning several times when you and your brother played cards

Fyodor

This man is always informed, so he would probably already know about you before Nikolai even told him about you

Every once in a while, he would ask of you just to start a conversation with Kolia: "So, how is your little sister?" Thanks to Nikolai’s gab, he found out things about you that he wasn’t even interested in knowing truthfully, but hey, better more information than less

He never planned to meet you but ops! one day Nikolai had urgent things to do and Fyodor was the only one available, even if against his initial will, to take care of you:

"Hey Dos-kun! Listen, I have an urgent duty, can you watch my little sister while I’m gone?"

"Nikolai, I don’t have t-"

"Thank you, I knew I could count on you Dos-kun!! take care of Y/N byeee!"

And that’s how you were left alone with Fyodor.

At the beginning there was an unnerving silence, the only noise that was heard was that of Fyodor’s fingers writing on the computer keyboard

At first you were silent, without making any noise, after all Fyodor can have a threatening aura from time to time.

After a while, however, you remembered that he was your brother’s dearest friend, your young infant brain thought to make friends with him

You started asking them questions with a fairly confident voice

Fyodor was a little surprised, usually children are afraid of him, why with you is different? but then he remembered that after all you’re related to Nikolai

After starting a decent conversation with you he realized that he would not be able to continue his work if you kept talking to him, so he decided to put the pc aside for a moment

He was strangely happy that a child is not afraid of him

He was surprised when after he smiled at you, you smiled back and didn’t cry or tremble with fear

When you started asking questions about his work, however, he had to stop you, better that a child does not know these things: "I will tell you when you are older mh?"

When you asked him about his bookstore and what kind of books they were, he was more than happy to explain it to you.

You spent the rest of your time with him reading you a book while you listened to him with admiration and attention. (childhood crush??🤔)

But then your brother came back for you

You were sad, at least you wanted Fyodor to finish reading the story!

Unfortunately, Nikolai said that he was so tired and that you had to go home.

You took Nikolai’s hand as you walked away from Fyodor "Bye-bye." You greeted him with a sad tone of voice

"Ow sunshine, so you make me feel guilty though!" Nikolai said to you being a drama queen.

"Don’t worry, Nikolai, I’ll finish reading the story next time we meet," Fyodor replied

'next time'? so there will be a next time!! You were so happy to hear those words!

You turned to Fyodor: "S-so, are we friends now Mr. Dostoevskij?"

"Of course we are malýshka, and please call me Fyodor." He answered, crouching at your height and stroking your head

Aw, you were so happy and adorable in that moment, even Fyodor’s heart could have melted!😭

Nikolai in all this was amazed at how the situation had evolved between the two of you- it almost seemed that you 'loved' Fyodor more than him:

"i’m sorry Dos-kun but she’s my sister.😁💢"

"I know, I was just waving"

"Then can you try not to steal her from me? You know, I could commit a homicide-"

"Nikolai! not in front of the child."

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ That's it! i hope you liked it!💙💙

sooo,i made a pt.2 of this! here 💙

#bsd anime #bsd fyodor #bsd nikolai gogol #bsd sigma #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd manga #blueberry writer #sfw #platonic relationships

[asafeplaceforus112]

I'm watching New spider movie as treat for finishing example

I don't know how I feel about the Gwen stuff being minimised and stuff

Poor Gwen

I love how Gwen swings differently

I like how the old vulture is animated

I like how the subtitles for him were paper

Spider man with a cape xD

I like how all spider people are quippy

I like Lyla

I saw the sunglasses so much I saw and went "yes"

THE QUEEN IS HERE

"will you adopt me"

SAME

IS HE A VAMPIRE?!?!

Holy shit that was do cool

Gwen is so cool

"yeah I think it's Banksy" love the reference I swear if her dad used this as an opportunity

ACAB ACAB ACAB

OH MY GOD SHE SHOWED HER DAD

"how long have you been lying to me"

Oh fuck me fuck off

ACAB FUCK OFF

Honestly so fair of her

I am but the long lanky dude trying to rob things

"aunt may moved to Florida" on no aunt may not

The kid disowning him

I love that he'd got a friend now

Miles having a BLM

I love how they're upset that it's Spanish that he didn't end up as good at

I like how he and miles are similar

NO FUCKING WAY THAT SPOTS IS BAGEL GUY

HOnestly he's fair to be upset but also man you're a mess you can't ask that

I like how he's dadding his son anyway

ME TOO MILES me too therapising my dad

Holy shit it's gorgeous

WHY YOUR HEAD

Legos!

VENOM UNIVERSE!!!!

The enjoyment I feel in Lego Spiderman being "one if the best"

Girl does not know what to do with that and that's so fun for her

I love that there's a mural for aaron

Also fuck off that's so sad that he can't find miles

"I'm not proud" cake

Stop it makes me so sad

"whatever" oh he's dead

He's so lanky

Gwen in a cardigan is so cute

They're sooooo in love

Gwen with a pony tail is so cute

I like how her baby hair works

The way they recognise it going bad airg Gwen

They hate how she used first name

"dont steal him from me" ewwww

The way that because it's her family, she's now obligated to do anything they say even if it's against her morales

As the protector that worries about people not looking after us as much as I'll love everyone in the system yeah I fucking cries fuck y'all I'll cry. Fuck y'all I love my system and none of the world treats us right

I'm not sure if the zip joke was needed but yeah

"shoot" is so fun

I'm soooo in love with lyla

How can Gwen not know he's there if there's spidie powers??

Boy don't do it

Like I knew he'd do it but also I just knew that it would fuck it up even more for her

A. The him falling him was sooooo fun

B.the way I happy squirmed happy when I saw Pav

Fuck off with the incel mother fucker

PAVS GIRLFRIEND IS SO HOT

I love how they keep punching the wall as I'd that'll fix it

THE WAY I SCREAMED when I saw SPIDER PUNK

Noooo spider punk is a fuck wit ))))):

"I don't believe in comedy"

Goddamn he really went for incel huh

I really like how they've animated the incel dude

It would mean to me if spider punk was gay and not interested in Gwen

The way I would do anything for Pav

FUCK OFF NOT THE GIRLFRIEND PLEASE NO

Oh no don't tell me that it's predetermined for shit like that to happen so they just let it happen

Oh no

"canon moment disrupted" oh no

They're so in love

DID HE JUST SAY CAPITALISM

THERES A SPIDER CAR

Pider horse my beloved

Lyla my beloved

Margo spider man brings joy

So Miguel lots his daughter and now thinks everyone has to lose that little girl in their dimensions? Sad

Spider punk really reminds us of a friend we have

PETER B parker!!!

SPIDER BABY

"kids an anarchist" fuck off

Awwwwwweeee he loves his daughter

"taking a crap on the establishment I salute you" oh fuck off

I love Lyla so much

Ice hockey spider man just sitting in the backgroudn

OH MY GOD MECHA PENNY

Spider punk telling him how to do it is iconic.

Okay I like spider punk, I wish there was more wod hik

That spider fem was so hot

Oh my god spider DINOSAUR.

That chase scene was fucking amazing

Peter B parker is a dumb ass, too much daddying has turned him into a himbo

it's a train THAT HAS A HIGHWAY IN IT

Snitches get stiches

Miguel is a piece of shit

I feel miles. People I trusted fucking with me because it's better for them. Yeah I feel that that

The like horror of this! Of Mike's trying to go home and the horror they all feel trying to stop him

Margo is a real one fr fr

Jess fucking sucks

PETER B WHAT THE FUCK

If you have to reassure yourself that you're the good guys you're not a good guy

Okay Miles it's time to tell your dad your Spiderman and that he shouldn't be captain coz it will lead to your death, let someone else be a captain

I love the MJ she's so nice

THE STIM JUMPSCARED mE

"Been out murdering all my friends"

Fuck off he loves his daughter

Spider punk is such a cool friend I love him lots

And now his mum finds out

Damn impressive

"of course I'm right I'm always right"

Girl she can see your suit symbol

The way she goes "whose that again" awwwweee nooo

This isn't the right Spiderman world is it

I fucking knew it I fucking knew it as soon as I saw her eyes

Her eyes weren't right I knew it

OHMY GOD that's why he brought up his hair

Oh my god uncle Aaron

That's why she doesn't know who Spiderman is because Spiderman doesn't exist there

A world where his dad died instead

Awwweee he's listening to spiderman

What the fuck aaron

Putting music on is terrifying

The way this is how he was scared that Aaron would acting

The way they did it makes it look like he smashed his brain out and I love that

Oh my god this miles turned into a baby prowler

"why would I do that" idky why the fuck wouldn't you????

God the spot was so Derpy and he still kinda is dery shape but he's so cool

"how I'm trying to be" - misingno in reference to shapeless body from the spot

I knew it was giving the ending vives but fuck man no way

WHAT THE FUCK

THEY JUST EJD IT LIKE FHATT???

#spiderman: across the spiderverse #spider into the spider verse #spider man #spiderverse #spider punk #spider gwen #spoilers #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman: across the spider verse spoilers

[convxction]

ooc. i was thinking about c/live and j/ill how lucky they got adopted by t.orgal and all and what if tortor got little puppies of his own too yeah? sobs that would be so adowaaable!! then brain went: and krumb? what about blueclueless? in my own canon he got argent, his horsey. but think with me about more amimal friends for him. and my brain was like ALL THE PEGASI IN YLISSE HEAR ME OUT IT IS REAL THINK OF SUMIA--and i cried a little bit because he is idiot and he makes the pegasi nervous sobs. but ok brain i will think about what if he can befriend them because sumia made sure to teach him the proper way to approach them and not have that 'pissed off' look on his face (technically, he dont but he is worried he might get the hooves to the face so yeah) if he was sumia it would be the cutest thing ever--JUST THINK OF TINY LITTLE PEGASI FLYING AROUND AND JUST HEAD BUTT HIM FROM THE BACK TO PLAY CHASE WITH HIM SOBS. SOMEONE HELP ME IM DYIN.

OK DONT LET ME START ON WHAT IF SULLY TOO BECAUSE GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRL !!!!!!!! HER HORSE IS GHOST RIDER ON ITS OWN!!!!! krumb affinity with horses sky rocket when he manages to befriend sully's horse. listen. her horse is the emperor and the horse knows it. all other horses acknowledge that--argent is an idiot horse like his master so he always tries to be play with sully's horse to get the death stare from her horse. again, horses army for you krumb...sobs..

lays on the ground and think about olivia...YOU TELL ME SHE AINT DISNE.Y PRNCESS WHEN SHE DANCES AND SINGS AND NOT ALL THE BIRDS WILL FLOCK TO BE AROUND HER? YES SIR THAT WILL HAPPEN. i imagine maybe more little creatures will come up and krumb is like cool but no squirrels guys. imma fight them. because i made one time a silly hc and now i am a girl of my own words and i dont cheat and delete it. it is a fact now. krumb will fight any squirrels (thank god makoto is not a muse around here he would've fought her aaaa jk....really.) just tiny birds and amimals sleeping on his head, under his cape, over his lap whenever olivia is singing. he is their theater chair XDDDD damn krumb. you are a comfy chair.

hmm maribelle.....idk maybe either a feline or a canine idk man. either way, etiquette classes to the amimals XDDD the c.hrom lololol IF IT WAS A CAT WHY I THINK THE CAT WILL BE A JERK TO C.HROM? LIKE ALWAYS DOING SOMETHING SILLY AND WHEN MARI COMES AROUND SHE SEES C.HROM FIRST AND BE LIKE ...ARE YOU TWELVE? AND HES LIKE B-BUT THAT SINISTER THING IS-- AD MARI LIKE BLAMING THE CAT...SIGH. I CANT BELIEVE YOU ARE THE KING OF THIS REALM...AND C.HROM IS JUST HEARTBROKEN LIKE MAAARRIIII IT IS NOT MEE I SWEAR ON FALCHION AND SHE GOES AWAY BUT ALL GIGGLING AND LAUGHING OF TEASING HIM....bye world.

dont touch me ... im ... not ok .... sniffles.... we want amimal fwends sobs... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

#ooc.|| faty speaks #[how in the world that got that big..i was gonna write haha amimal then ...this.. #[okeeee #wish list.||

[sheetsonfire]

We'll Always Need Each Other | Part 4 | Final Part

Fandom: Chicago PD / Chicago Med

Characters: Jay Halstead, Sister!Reader, Will Halstead, Intelligence

Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

Warnings: violence, swearing, abduction, ptsd, torture

Word Count: 3205

Requested By Anon: Hey ! From Resanoona I saw that you're making halstead sis imagines ! Can I request one were Jay and the sis have a big fight but then someone kidnaps her ? And Jay is all worried and when he found her she's like bleeding out (she's been shot) ? But she makes it and they both apology (fluff at the end) ? If you dont want to do it s'okay, just if you do it please can you put it with fem sis reader ? Not gn ? Thanks !

A/N: This is Part 4, here's Part 3, here's Part 2, and We'll Always Need Each Other Part 1

-

Jay can only follow in helpless pursuit of Will and the paramedics as they move you to the ambulance. He feels Kim tug at his arm as she gently pries him away from the ambulance, you wouldn’t all fit. He and Will share a look, one that Will uses to convey “I’ll save her, don’t worry. It’s going to be okay.” It takes a reassuring nod from him for Jay to let the ambulance doors close, moving hastily to climb into the passenger's side of his own truck, silently handing Kim the keys. Too lost in his head to even make a quip about her having the special honour of driving his beloved GMC Sierra.

The drive is not even 7 minutes from Med, yet it’s the most eternal drive Will has ever experienced in the back of an ambulance. With you as stable as you could be in transit, he lets the paramedic in charge do the work as he grasps your cold hand in his warm ones. Eyeing the monitor intermittently between studying your face, you were still so young, your life shouldn’t have ever been so close to ending. Your hand seems more fragile and tiny than it ever has in his, even more than when you were a literal toddler whom he used to carry on his shoulders.

Taking in the stillness of your body he’s reminded of the last time he had seen you similar to this. Oddly, it makes him smile. 

[Flashback] 

“Will, hurry up, we’re going to be late!” You hollered from the living room.

“Alright, give me a second, Jay got the wrong size for this thing!” Will huffs from the bathroom, brushing his hair to suit the costume he was now stuffed into. 

“This is ridiculous.” He mutters, shaking his head with a small chuckle, knowing how much you’d both hate and love his Halloween outfit. 

He picks up his car keys and the two pumpkin buckets he had bought for collecting your candy. You were 15 but you were only growing to love Halloween more and more. This year District 21 was holding a party, and Jay had selected you and Will as a unified plus one. “Okay, alright. Let’s do this thing.”

Coming out to the living room he doesn’t see you, frowning in confusion as he could have sworn that’s where your voice had originated from. He doubles back to check in your room, only to find it empty. 

“Y/N? Where are you, you goofball. Don’t you dare make me jump!” 

He moves further into the living room, scanning carefully every conceivable nook and cranny before he spots a long object in front of the couch. A coffin. 

He laughs now, heading towards the black vinyl box, giving it a courtesy knock before lifting the lid. 

There you were, in stunningly realistic makeup, hollow cheeks, pale skin, fangs protruding from your mouth, a velvet suit and cape squished into the plush lining of the prop coffin you’d managed to find. He hadn’t even seen that thing before now, when the heck had you got into the apartment?

“You, you’re a creepy kid. And I love you for it. Good freaking job, short stuff!” 

You crack an eye open, your luminous red lips turning up into a grin as you hold out a hand, waiting for Will to help you up and out of the coffin. 

Springing to your feet you take in the sight of your big brother, snorting and chuckling as you realise what Jay had picked for him. 

“Oh my god. Chucky? He got you a Chucky outfit? Dude, those dungarees are giving you a major wedgie. Nice job on the hair, you look SO weird, but awesome.”

“Don’t I know it, but it’ll do. And thanks, glad I could pass quality control.” He grins then falters into a grimace as he wiggles in his dungarees, a fake knife tucked into the front pocket. Bending to help you lift the coffin. 

“I assume this is coming with us?” 

“Duh!” You exclaim, swishing your cape as you grab one end to take down to Will’s car. 

[End of Flashback]

Will gets Connor’s attention the second they’re through the ED doors with you, reeling off the injuries he knew about, had seen, had felt beneath his hands, knowing he couldn’t do anything for you now except wait. You had suffered extensive trauma, and the blood loss was the biggest concern. He almost can’t will himself to let go of you as they start to take an assessment of all your injuries, the bruises, the burns, the gunshot that takes him right back to when he thought you were both going to lose Jay. His legs feel leaden with dread.

Maggie appears quietly next to him, rubbing his back reassuringly, brows still furrowed in worry for you as she gently pulls your brother back out into the main hubbub of the ED. Connor is by your gurney’s side as they roll you out, looking at Will with a set expression of confidence and reassurance, “Will, I’ve got her, man. I’m gonna do everything.” He nods as he squeezes his friend’s shoulder. Will nods back, giving a weak smile of gratitude. Feeling like an extra limb was being pulled away from him as you disappear towards the elevator for emergency scans and the OR.

-

“Will!” Jay hollers, striding purposefully into the ED with Kim in tow, watching from afar to give your brothers some privacy. Will turns to face Jay, it’s only now that the adrenaline wears off. Seeing Jay also covered in your blood somehow brought it all into stark clarity that you were fighting for your life right now. He loved you and Jay more than anything, and he couldn’t have one without the other. Knowing Jay would be equally as crushed if… if… well, he couldn’t and wouldn't finish the thought. 

Jay pulls Will out of his reverie with a gentle hand on his elbow, his voice is quiet. He needs to ask the question, but afraid of what Will's professional eyes might show.

“Is she, will she-” Will’s head drops, he didn’t know, these things could go one way or the other. They both knew that all too well.

Will clears his throat, looking down at his blood-stained hands and forearms. “She’s… she’s in good hands, Jay. Connor’s hands. If anyone can bring her through, it's him and his team.” The detective follows Will's gaze, his stomach churning as he realises he's matching too, with smears of now dried reddish-brown on his skin.

Maggie is one to help at all times, but there had always been something about you three Halsteads she took a shine to. She can't help but feel protective of your brothers at the moment, “Come on boys, let's get you cleaned up. Then you can wait upstairs…”

-

Your brothers scrub thoroughly at their skin, watching in silence as it swirls into the sinks. An unspoken fear and grief settled into their bones. It’s Jay that speaks first. 

“Will, I just want you to know that-”

“Jay, please… please don’t be sorry anymore, you didn’t do this to her, they were always going to take her because they’re animals. He was an animal. You found her, we got her, that’s what I care about. I care about her being here with us until we’re old and need her to wheel us around.”

“You found her,” Jay states, a proud glint in his eyes. 

“What?” Will knew on the surface he had got the ball rolling, but he knew very well he wouldn’t be able to take out hostile men with guns, even if he would try for you. 

“You found her with that poster. And I won’t let you forget it, man. I didn’t know how I was going to live with myself if we didn’t figure it out in time.” Jay looks down, it’s not a secret that Jay tended to harbour guilt about anything and everything, he was his own worst punisher. 

“But we did, okay?” Will reaches forward, bringing Jay into an embrace he has been long overdue. 

He wouldn’t mention it out loud, but Will could feel the gentle shake of Jay’s body, the adrenaline wearing off for him too now.  “Please, just let me help you. Let us be there for you, and we gotta be there for her, in every way now.” Jay nods into Will’s shoulder, holding him tighter for a moment. Will brings a hand to Jay’s hair, the back of his head, rubbing comfortingly like he used to when Jay had nightmares.

"I wanna get better, Will. I'm going to get better." Jay exhales, redness around his eyes from tears constantly threatening to fall, weakly laughing off his vulnerability.

Will gives him one last squeeze, "I know you'll do it, Jay. You always do." Will offers a smile, his own eyes watery too, still holding onto Jay’s arm in reassurance. 

“Come on, let’s change out. We can get you some scrubs.” On any other day Jay might complain about the selection of attire available to him, but today he was desperate to get upstairs and wait for Connor to come out of your surgery with the news. He nods, offering a quiet, “Thanks, man.” as Will leads him to the locker room.

-

Will had gotten up early for his shift at Med before all hell had broken loose, so now it was more than understandable that no amount of worry and watchfulness could stop him from dozing off in the waiting room chair, arms folded over his chest, leaning against Jay’s side in the mild bustle of patients and doctors. 

Jay sits staring at the wall opposite, eyes burning with the same exhaustion that Will had but unable to switch off. A habit from the Rangers that sometimes reared its ugly head, the training to stay awake even when you didn’t want to.

He thinks of the argument from a few nights ago, the callousness of his words. He knew they held no truth, yet he had delivered them as gospel. The hurt in your expression, the look of someone who had lost the battle to save someone they care about. He rubs a hand over his face, gathering his thoughts bit by bit. He had been losing himself, it was time to come back.

As he shifts in his chair, Will still remains a heavy lump against his side, he feels a sensation on his wrist. A featherlight tickling. Glancing down his heart skitters with nerves, he traces his fingers over the braided bracelet you had made for him after Erin’s departure. It was an "I'm sorry you got ghosted, don't forget your pain in the ass sister loves you" gift. Your words, not his.

The bracelet was comprised of his favourite colours and beads that had the letters “Y/F/I”, “W”, and “J” interspersed in the braiding. He hadn’t taken it off since the day it was handed to him. Now it had a few patches of your blood on it, something he'd have to figure out cleaning when you all got home. Salty tears stung his eyes, you were his sunshine, his reason to wake up on days that might have otherwise kept him bedridden and hopeless, you were his reason to fight every case with the same energy and tenacity, to be your someone to look up to was his point of pride. He could only offer a prayer to anyone listening that you still saw him that way when you woke up.

-

The sound of double doors opening snaps Jay awake, spine straightening abruptly as he catches his bearings, realising that he and Will had switched roles at some point. Jay blinks, about to ask how long he was out for as he swipes at an ever so slight amount of drool from his face. 

“Hey, Connor’s coming.” Will nods in his direction, both of your brothers getting to their feet in an instant, Will already trying to read the surgeon’s expression.

“Connor.”

“Hey guys… so, she had a tough time in there, the blood loss was significant. I don't want to sugarcoat anything... so, she did code, but we got her back and we repaired the damage without complications. She’s stable and I’m confident of a full recovery. Though the psychological aspects of this will be difficult, so I’ve already asked that Dr Charles assess her in a few days once she’s had some time.” 

Both your brothers’ stomachs drop at the words “she did code” but ultimately you were still here with them and you were going to be okay, in time they would see to it that you felt safe and like you could carry on with your life. 

Will claps his hand on Connor’s shoulder, “Thank you so much, Connor.”

Jay offers a hand to shake, “Connor, man, I owe you big.”

Connor shakes his head, waving them away, “Come on, you know I love that kid like she was my sister too. I’m just so glad she’s here. I know you’ll want to see her, so let me just check she’s settled in her room, and then I’ll take you.”

-

Approaching your room your brothers take in the sight of you, you were still pale, marks from where you had been beaten covered your skin, your leg was strapped up, various drips hanging by your bedside, the steady rhythm of your heart on the monitor. You were safe, you were healing, you were alive.

“Oh, Y/N…” Will murmurs, taking up a chair on one side of the bed, instantly reaching around the tubes to take your hand again, the pressure in his chest easing as he feels the increased warmth of your skin compared to the last time. 

Jay approaches slowly like you’d snap up in your bed and tell him to leave. But nothing happens, you remain peacefully asleep and he allows himself to sit in the other chair on the opposite side to Will. Lifting a soothing hand to your forehead, stroking the edges of your hair. 

“Sunshine.”  He speaks softly and brings your other hand up to kiss your palm. “I love you so much, and I’m going to spend every day looking for your forgiveness. You hear me? I am so sorry, Y/N. I just want you to be well again, I need you, I’ll always need you. I want you to know that.” He keeps your hand in his, eyeing Will who looks at him sympathetically. 

“That goes to you too, brother. I mean it.” 

“Man, I thought we already established that I forgive you. Stop beating yourself already, we’re a family again, that’s all I care about.”

“Mhm… I ag–ree…” Your brothers snap their heads in your direction, seeing bleary eyes looking back at them and a dopey medicated smile. 

“Y/N!” Will exclaims in a hushed, excited, tone.

“Will.” You wiggle your fingers in his hand ever so slightly, appreciating his kind face as though it could disappear and you’d be right back in that room again. After a beat, you find yourself satisfied that this was reality and that you had your big brothers to thank for that.

“That… sucked. Ngh…” Your eyes flutter against the sleepiness.

Will glances at the monitor, keeping an ever-watchful eye on your vitals, “How’s the pain, Y/N?” 

You giggle with a wince at your redheaded brother, “Oh, I’m on cloud nine, my dude. Don’t even worry about it.” You smirk, taking slow breaths, getting used to the post-surgery feeling. Blinking a few more times you graciously accept the slow sips of water that Will offers, licking your dry lips. A moment passes and it’s like somebody cleaned the fog over your eyes, things feel somewhat clearer.

“Mhm, that’s better. You’re the real you.” You remark towards Will.

He raises his eyebrows, “The real me?” 

You grimace, realising you hadn’t meant to give away that information. Stomach protesting nervously as you recall the terrible sensation of hallucinating. 

“You were a hallucination at one point today, not my most favourite thing when you wanna be rescued. I gotta say.” 

Will’s face drops a little, so utterly sad that you had to go through any of this. He squeezes your fingers a little more, reassuring you of his realness. “Well, this is very real now, kiddo. Don’t you worry, alright?” 

You hum, giving a slight nod, through your medicated fog you realise you haven’t yet addressed Jay. You turn your stiff neck, exhaling as you take in your other brother’s face too. 

“Hey, kid.” Jay greets, looking a little pensive as he waits for your reaction to him. 

You reach out with the arm that isn't strapped to your side, taking a second to trace your fingers over Jay's face. "You're real too. That's nice."

Jay doesn't know whether to laugh or cry, taking your hand and holding it in his. He barely even moves his mouth to speak before you give a negative sound, stopping him.

"Nuh-uh."

"What?" He plays along.

"We're not playing the 'Jay feels a crazy amount of guilt' game. You were an asshole to me, yeah. But if you think for one second that after all of that I'm not going to be relieved to see you? You might as well be the one fruit loopin' on morphine."

Jay drops his head, holding on to your hands like a lifeline.

"Jay, look at me." He lifts his head, giving you his full attention.

"You were hurting, I knew that. That's why I tried so hard in the first place... Will and I, we love you beyond belief. And we know you love us the same. So please, just promise you'll let us help you, that's all I want to hear about it."

He swallows, nodding, sparing Will a glance too. Seeing pride and affection there in his brother's eyes, Will was in awe of your selflessness.

"I promise, Y/N."

"Good." You exhale, starting to feel sleepy again.

"Now, before I take another drug nap. I know what I just said, and I stand by it...but Jay, you were a massive dick to me the other night, so like... I would like some sort of compensation... maybe you can take some furlough and we can play an unholy amount of video games and eat trash?"

Jay chuckles, shaking his head. "I'm sure that can be arranged, I was gonna take time off to look after you anyways. Will too."

You look to Will with glee, and then back to Jay.

"And maybe you can finally check the budget for splitting the cost on that new art tablet I wanted?" You give him your best puppy-dog pleading face, sure that you probably looked deranged with how fast sleep was approaching.

Jay raises his eyebrows, still smiling at your willingness to strike on the opportunity.

"I think we can consider that, yeah. I'm sure Will would be delighted to help, wouldn't you, bud?"

Will glares in Jay's direction, making you giggle as you feel the warm haze of slumber find you again, mumbling "Suckers." as your eyes finally close.

-

FIN.

A/N: And that concludes this story! I hope you all enjoyed reading!

Y/F/I - Your first initial

tags: elius-learns-to-write - iamasimpingh0e - resanoona - waywardfamily - trulylavandedarling - darlingyoureperfection - tri1924-blog - onekodareption04 - Illyrianprincess - vamp-army

#halstead!sister #jay halstead x reader #will halstead x reader #one chicago #chicago pd #chicago med

[ameba-from-space]

if possible do you have anymore bat fic recs, because the way i’ve already finished the three you already did is probably unhealthy… HOWEVER i’m obsessed (is that a good reason???)

By popular demand I'm gonna do a fourth fic rec, Yay, I'm legit shocked people actually care this much about my opinion, I'm working on doing a Damian focused and a Jason focused list, but I'm spending the holidays with family in a farm so there's not much wifi, but with that said, let's begin this shit, oh wait just a warning some fics here will be superbat, but not all of them so if you dont like it just skip it

Arm Candy - Bruce Wayne, Party Grandpa

Speed Dating: Bitch, Me Too! and Bitch, Me Too! - Dick and Bruce bond over dating people with superpowers

Count Bat-cula - Guys batman is not a vampire I swear

Inbox - Jason listen to voicemails sent to a dead kid

Hedging Your Bets - The league becomes animals, no bruce is not a bat

mr. sandman - Nightmares are a bitch

Even When the Words Went Wrong and You've Always Been the Sweetest Song - Hurt people hurt people, and Jason and bruce have been hurt a lot

Batman Watches Mean Girls And Decides To Be Petty - Jarro is in this and honestly, we need more fics with him

through different colored glasses - #LetBruceRest2021

Let Your Hopes Shape Your Future - Bruce thinks about god

Save Me from the Dark - Bruce is killed by superman, Clark gets depressed, the family gets mad

Like a Thief in the Night - Bruce learns more about Jason's time in the streets

And Other Hazards of Heroism- Concussions are great comedic plots

Multi Media Marketing Mistakes - I thrive on Bruce and Oliver being asshole best friends

Captain Marvel's Adopted? - I'm so weak to bruce adopts billy fics

Keep the Family Secret - The justice league finds out about bruce's many kids

All Hands on Deck (Batfam/Young Justice Crossover) - It will never not be funny that bruce is the most socially reclusive person ever but still manages to have the biggest superhero family of all the league

The Cape Void - What if the cape actually IS bigger on the inside

Perfect Alibi - ever wondered why Bruce Wayne always seems to have an alibi?

Nature and Nurture - My dream fic and the best thing I have ever read, Bruce Wayne age-regression, the kids react to how much their dad changed over the years

Sick Day at the Wayne's - what's that good sir? Is it another billy should be a member of the batfam fic? Why yes it is

From the Shadows - You thought I was done with billy gets adopted by the batfam fics? Think again

cards - Steph makes father's day cards for the only reliable father figure in her life, batman

scapegoat - Blame jason, is not like bruce doesn't let him get away with everything

We Keep This Love in a Photograph - The secret baby pic stash

Well this is it, I've gone through all my bookmarks, I hope you guys enjoy these ones, I will post the Jason and Damian list as soon as I can, I'm also thinking of doing a superbat one, let me know if that's something that would be interesting to you guys.

Links to other parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

#batman #batfam #bruce wayne #dc #dc comics #batdad #robin #jason todd #red hood #dick grayson #nightwing #damian wayne #tim drake #cassandra cain #batgirl #barbara gordon #blackbat #stephanie brown #duke thomas #the signal dc #oracle dc #spoiler dc #batfamily

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dancing with our hands tied - peter maximoff

here it is you guys... the ✨very spicy✨ sequel to delicate which can be read here <3 (had to keep the rep song title theme going here)

please for the love of god let me know how this is I’ve never written smut before so please go crazy with the asks/comments/reblogs on this one I’d really appreciate it😩😓

word count: 4k 😳 (it’s not all smut dont get too excited)

warnings: +18 content, sexy times, unprotected wrap it before you tap it, swearing, i tried to keep vulgarity on a low level but i decided to just commit towards the end lmao, insinuation to sex from the beginning , some fluff and a tiny bit of angst sprinkled in there too, wandavision spoilers

You can definitely read this as a stand alone but it’ll make more sense if you read delicate first !! enjoy <3

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The days you spent in WestView had been tiring. Wanda seemed to be losing her composure with each day that passed, you watched how she became more and more skeptical of Peter and found yourself growing all the more anxious with the situation you’d run head first into. But, you were with Peter, your mind and his mind were free of Wanda’s influence and she’d been kind enough to appoint the pair of you your own house in the neighbourhood, a few doors down from her own, so, you couldn’t complain too much.

Today was a relatively quiet day, but you had a feeling that just meant you were in the calm before the storm. Tonight was, apparently, Halloween. Despite the fact that it was nowhere near October, you were more than happy to play along with Wanda’s over the top festivities.

Peter and Tommy had just zoomed into your and Peter’s bedroom, sporting matching outfits and excited expressions as they looked at you expectantly, “Well? What’d ya think?” Peter asked, motioning between himself and Tommy. The littlest speedster awaited your answer with wide, hopeful eyes, wanting validation from his cool uncle’s even cooler ‘friend’.

Yeah, you’d made out on Wanda’s couch but you still hadn’t addressed the question of where exactly your relationship stood. It felt as though the pair of you were both actively avoiding the awkward conversation, opting instead to simply fall into bed together every single night and completely disregard the boundaries of friendship in favour of hearing each other moaning until the early hours of the morning.

With a smile you let out a low whistle, “Looking good boys. I gotta say, Tommy, I think you’re outshining your uncle right now.”

You had to laugh when Tommy smirked triumphantly at Peter, “I told you she liked me more than you.” He boasted proudly and your laughs grew louder when Peter huffed angrily. He crossed his arms over his chest and jutted his bottom lip out childishly.

“Y/n, tell him you like me more.” Peter demanded, again, childishly.

You only grinned, “No comment.” You told him airily, making your way to your closet and hesitantly pulling out the latex costume Wanda created for you off of the rail, holding it by the hanger skeptically.

It was Peter’s turn to let out a whistle when his eyes scanned the skimpy looking leotard suspended by the hanger. The fabric mimicked the design of Peter and Tommy’s outfits although it seemed Wanda had gone out of her way to make yours ever so slightly sexier. The leotard was strapless with a sweetheart neckline and a silver lightning bolt ran through the light blue material. The only saving grace was the silver tights that hung from the hanger as well, at least you’d have some kind coverage. With one last peek into the closet, your eyes landed on a pair of white, knee high gogo boots.

“Christ…” You muttered, eyebrows furrowing at the thought of wearing the ensemble out in public, if it was cold tonight Wanda would be in for an aggressive telling off. With a deep sigh you turned to the two speedsters who were both staring at you, waiting for you to say something. “I guess we’re all gonna be matching tonight.”

“Sweet!” Tommy exclaimed while Peter only smirked. Peter, with a lot of effort, moved his attention from your costume to his nephew.

“Why don’t you go hang out with your brother for a while? I gotta talk to Y/n for a sec.” Tommy welcomed the suggestion, only nodding his head before he had sped out of your house and back to his own.

A gust of wind hit your face as Peter sped himself in front of you, the man didn’t hide his intentions as he gripped your hips and pulled you flush against him. Swaying his body against yours and bringing his lips to the exposed skin of your neck. He trailed his lips up your neck, sucking and nipping, smirking when you let out small noises of approval. When his lips reached the spot behind your ear, he gave a final, harsh suck which had your breath hitching and whining when he pulled away.

To be honest, you’d love to be able to call him your boyfriend and be certain that he thought of you as his girlfriend, but at the moment you were perfectly happy with whatever the fuck the two of you had going on if it meant you could keep feeling him against you like this.

“I cannot wait to see you wearing that.” He all but groaned against your ear, his voice deep and gravelly. The butterflies in your stomach went feral at his words and you had to pull your bottom lip between your teeth to keep from letting out a moan from his tone of voice alone, not to mention the fact that his crotch was pressed up against yours, he was excited to say the least.

Your hands slid up his chest and settled on either side of Peter’s neck, you gently pulled his head out from the crook of your nape and teasingly raised an eyebrow at him, “Maybe later I’ll let you help me get out of it.”

A wicked grin spread across his lips, he squeezed your hips in response, tugging you into him even further for some kind of relief then pressed his lips to yours briefly, murmuring against them, “That’s definitely a plan I can get behind.”

Giving him one last kiss, you pried his hands from your hips and pushed him away, “Alright, get lost I need to get ready.”

“Meet me at Wanda’s?” You nodded at his question, letting out a deep sigh you hadn’t noticed you’d been holding when he finally sped out of the room.

After a second of cooling down, you pulled on the outfit and you’d be the first to admit; Wanda knew what she was doing with this one. You looked incredible, albeit a little stupid in the costume, but still incredible.

When you made your way over to Wanda’s to meet up with the others, you let out a laugh seeing as Wanda was essentially wearing the same outfit as you, only with the added extras of a cape and gloves.

“Hey! Why are you dressed the same as Uncle P and Tommy?” Billy asked you curiously, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he glanced between you and Peter for answers. The speedster in question was smirking proudly, his arm finding a spot wrapped around your shoulder.

“Because she’s totally obsessed with me.” He lied with an over dramatic sigh, causing Tommy to laugh.

You rolled your eyes, elbowing him in the ribs playfully before focusing your attention onto Wanda, “I think it’s safe to say that Wanda and I will be winning best couples costume.” Wanda gave you a knowing grin and a not at all subtle wink in response to your statement.

“Only the best for the best.” She replied, walking forward and linking her arm with yours, stealing you away from Peter who whined in protest, “Oh hush, you can have her back later.”

Telepathy definitely had its perks, one of those perks being you could tell there was more to Wanda than just being an evil puppeteer. The two of you got along extremely well, you were actually growing to see her as a friend. It helped that you knew her story, though. You sympathised with her, knowing full well that if you lost the love of your life you’d probably create a false reality to be with him too. You’d already followed him into a fake reality so you supposed it wasn’t really too much of a stretch to imagine yourself in Wanda’s position.

As the night went on, yourself, Wanda and Peter were sitting around in town square, the twins having run off somewhere. Tensions were high between the interreality siblings at the minute, Peter seemed to be having the time of his life getting on Wanda’s last nerve, poking and prodding at her lifestyle choices.

“Lay off, Pete.” You warned quietly, your stare serious as you felt Wanda becoming impatient with the mutant. Your breathing stopped for a moment and you let put a horrified gasp, your hand clapped over your mouth as you stared at the image in front of you.

Peter’s skin was grey, his eyes were milky and he was littered in what you could only assume to be bullet holes- he was dead- no, you realised as you caught Wanda’s pained expression, he was Pietro.

Wanda regained her composure after a few seconds but the sight of Peter dead was enough to shake you to your very core and you found yourself shaking where you stood.

You didn’t even have a chance to regain your composure before shit had hit the fan. It had happened in a blur, Billy and Tommy were frantic and worried about Vision being in trouble and next thing you knew Wanda was sending Peter flying with a ball of energy after he made a smartass comment about Vision not dying twice.

Quickly, you ran to Peter’s side, he was groaning in pain and looking up at you through squinted eyes, “What the hell was that all about?” He grumbled, hiding his head in your lap when you got down on your knees beside him.

With a sigh you let your body fold against his, wrapping your arms around him and letting your head rest against his shoulder, the image of him bleeding out still too fresh and real in your mind. You could berate him for his brash behaviour another time, for now though; you just needed him close.

“Come on, dumbass. Let’s get you home before you decide to cause more trouble.” You mumbled, pulling him up with you. Ignoring his whining while you led him home, your arm remained firmly around his waist the whole way despite the fact he’d recovered from the blast Wanda dealt him after only a few minutes.

When you got back to the house that Wanda had deemed yours upon your arrival, you finally allowed yourself to breathe. Peter was staring at you with a guilty expression as you released a heavy breath through your nose and shuffled into the kitchen, the heels of your boots scraping on the hardwood as you walked.

Like a lost puppy, Peter followed you. Once he reached you lent against the sink he wrapped his arms around you from behind. He knew you weren’t angry at him by the way your arms immediately moved to grip his and tug them tighter around you.

“You know, her real twin- Pietro… he died,” Peter’s face contorted in confusion when you began to speak, he listened with concern as he could already hear your voice beginning to shake, absentmindedly he caught himself tucking you closer against his chest. “For a second… you must have said something that hit a nerve but for a few seconds…” Your voice hitched and you shook your head in an attempt to knock the image out of your mind, though you had a feeling it would haunt you for as long as you lived. When Peter noticed you’d started chewing at your bottom lip, as you always did when something was causing you anxiety, he gently turned you around in his arms so that he could look at you, his arms remaining firmly around you, yours finding a place resting against his chest.

“What happened, sweetheart?” He cooed, his eyes very much alive and staring into yours.

Swallowing thickly you answered, “You looked like him. You were dead.” You told him quietly and he was sure the look of grief on your face, brought on by the thought of him dying, would haunt him for a lifetime.

Your eyes watered as you took in his face. Scanning every part of it, his brown eyes that made you melt, the dimples that could still be faintly seen even when he wasn’t smiling, the lips that took up the vast majority of your thoughts and that tiny furrow between his brows as he looked down at you with worry.

You loved him.

Of course, you’d known this for years. But you needed him to know, and even though you were already well aware the overwhelming feeling is mutual, you needed to hear him say it.

His thumb running under your eye pulled you from your thoughts, “I’m not going anywhere, baby.” He whispered softly, his hand cupping your cheek as his thumb ran back and forth over your cheek bone. Your stomach flipped at the pet name and you nuzzled against his touch.

“Good. I don’t want to lose you ever again.” You confessed, looking up at him through your lashes fondly as his lips formed an almost sad smile.

Gently, he brought his lips down to meet yours, pouring his heart into the kiss, hoping it would make up for the turmoil he felt responsible for causing you. Too soon, he pulled away.

“Believe me, I’m never leaving your side. I mean come on, I’m without you for like three days and I end up being mind controlled by my sister who isn’t even my sister.” He chuckled out, a grin growing on his face as you began to smile too. He let his eyes close blissfully when you brushed your nose against his, a toothy smile on your face.

“You, Peter Maximoff, are completely hopeless.” You whispered through your smile as he opened his eyes to look at you. His own face sporting an adoring smile.

Your heart skipped a beat the second his next words passed through his smiling lips, “Without you, Y/n L/n, yes I am.” Within a second your arms were around his shoulders and your lips were moving frantically against his. Peter’s hands wasted no time in sliding down to your thighs, gripping them and propping you up onto the kitchen counter.

Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist and your hands got lost in his hair, keeping him as close as humanly possible while his lips migrated to your jaw.

An appreciative hum left your throat as he lapped at the underside of your jaw, leaving a mark before trailing his lips back to your mouth. His tongue licked at your bottom lip as he kissed you, moving it into your mouth the first chance he got. Peter moaned into your mouth when you gave his tongue a light suck.

You grinned at the sound and leaned your weight forward so you were primarily resting against his body, your arms and legs wrapped tightly around his body, your ass barely resting on the counter by that point. Welcoming your movements, Peter’s hands glided up from your thighs to grip your ass and pull you from the counter completely.

He carried you clumsily through the halls of the house, bumping into furniture and pausing to press your body against walls, his eyes closed and lips never separating from yours. You were about a foot away from the stairs when you felt your back make contact with the plaster behind you, your chest heaving when Peter abandoned your lips in favour of littering wet kisses across your chest, no doubt leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake.

You let your head fall back against the wall, enjoying the sensation of Peter nipping and licking at your skin, the man diving back to your neck as soon as he realised that your head thrown back made it entirely exposed to him. You released a breathy moan when his lips ghosted over a sensitive patch of skin, he moved his tongue frantically and you shuddered at the feeling of his hot breath hitting your bruised skin.

“Peter…” You whined when he pushed his crotch up against yours, pressing you further into the wall smirking against your neck when you called his name.

“Yes?” He asked teasingly, rutting his hips against yours once more, deliberately attempting to pull another moan from you, he obviously succeeded. His smirk broadened when you let out a huff and tugged his hair so he’d look at you.

Peter swore he was in heaven when his eyes met yours again, your face was red and your eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown wide with lust as your chest heaved. He could’ve exploded on the spot when you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth and looked at him innocently, all the while grinding your hips slowly and firmly against his. Peter clenched his jaw and let his eyes fall shut, his hands gripping your hips so tightly that you were pretty certain the area would have bruises come tomorrow. You were struggling to care about that though, focusing your energy on the man who had you pinned against the wall.

You brought your lips to Peter’s neck, repaying the favour, not detaching until you left a dark, albeit small, purple bruise on the underside of his jaw. Deciding to prolong the teasing for a little while longer you moved your lips up and let them hover by his ear and you began to let out soft little moans in response to his grinding, the action caused Peter’s movements to become more frantic and your lips to form in a smirk as you felt him hardening against you.

His breath was laboured when he murmured, “Let’s take this upstairs, yeah?” Before you could even answer he had sped the pair of you to the bedroom and you let your feet return to the floor.

As he stood in front of you, you took him in, swollen lips and Halloween hair completely tossed, not to mention the tent in his trousers that was very visible despite the layers of his costume. When your bodies collided again, it was a frenzy of hands, the both of you practically tearing the fabric off the other until you were in nothing but your underwear, kissing sloppily and stumbling towards the bed.

Peter’s lips attached to your chest again the second your back hit the mattress. He groped at your right breast while his tongue sucked on the other, swapping over before you pulled him back up to you.

The way he slotted between your legs and how his forehead rested on yours felt so perfect, you couldn’t help but grin.

“You’re gorgeous, sweetheart.” He muttered between kisses against your lips, his hands kneading your breasts as he did.

You were practically dripping by the time his hand slid down your stomach and under the band of your underwear. For someone with super speed he was moving agonisingly slow at the moment, his hand rubbing languidly over your wet core while he swallowed your moans.

“Fuck- God, Peter please.” You whined, your hips bucking into his hand, desperate for more friction than he was giving you.

The sound of your voice, so needy for him, was all he needed before he was pulling your underwear off, tossing the thin material over his shoulder haphazardly and shimmying out of his own boxers, clumsily kicking them away from his ankles, earning a giggle from you.

When he kneeled on the bed between your bent and separated knees you sat yourself up, sliding one hand up his bare chest and resting it against his shoulder while the other slid downward, only stopping once it was wrapped around his shaft. Peter sucked in a harsh breath when your began pumping him softly, the man completely losing it when your thumb swiped over his tip collecting the precum that had gathered and using it to wet the length of his dick as you continued to fuck him with your hand.

As much as Peter was loving the image and feeling of you jacking him off, he knew if you carried on he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. Still, he didn’t have the heart to pull your hand away when you were making him feel so good. His head found it’s favourite spot in the crook of your neck and he groaned out against the skin that was littered with little purple and red marks from his earlier work, which he’d be sure to admire later, “Shit, Y/n-“ He croaked through a moan, hands gripping your hips as he fought the urge he had to thrust into your hand, “M’not gonna last much longer if you keep doing that.” He groaned out, almost reluctantly, not truly wanting you to stop while simultaneously craving more.

You stopped your motions at his statement, giggling when he let out a strangled noise of disappointment at the sudden lack of pleasure. Doing the honours, you lined him up with your entrance, letting him take over when his lips connected with yours.

Peter gently pushed you back until your head was resting against your pillow and your back was flush with the mattress. His lips continued to mesh with yours as he pushed into you inch by inch until he bottomed out. The deep groan he released was music to your ears and your hands gripped his biceps when he began to thrust in and out.

A symphony of moans filled the room as Peter had managed to set a steady pace, trying his best not to let his mutation get the best of him, as much as he wanted to just go to town he was determined to make you feel as good as you made him feel and judging by the way your head was thrown back and his name fell from your lips like a prayer; he guessed he was doing an okay job.

In only a few minutes Peter had you gasping and clutching onto him like your life depended on it as he picked up speed, one of his hands reaching down between your bodies to rub your clit, his hips snapping against yours. Soon enough, you felt the pressure in your stomach release, your walls clenching around Peter’s dick as your back arched and you released around him. After only a few more staggered strokes, Peter moaned your name against your lips, finishing inside of you and thrusting lazily, riding out his high and subsequently helping you ride out yours.

You let out a blissful sigh when Peter pulled out and rolled over to lay on his back beside you, his chest heavy and his blonde hair sticking slightly against his forehead.

“That- that was awesome.” He mumbled, intertwining his fingers with yours, holding your hand by his side.

Over the last couple of nights you and Peter had, admittedly, ended up in a similar position but neither of you intended for it to happen. It’d usually start off innocently enough, with cuddling or just talking and then one of you would move in just that little bit closer and things would escalate. But there was something about this time that felt a lot more emotional than the few times before. “It was.” You agreed with an airy giggle, squeezing his hand affectionately.

A gust of air shook you from your haze. Peter had taken it upon himself to clean up the mess the pair of you had left between your legs, a pair of his boxers and one of his t-shirts now adorned your body matching him as he wore the same.

He was on his side facing you, his arms holding you against his chest securely the same way they had the night you’d shown up in WestView and urged him to kiss you. When he took you in, he kicked himself for missing out on so much of you for so long.

He was certain, one of these days he’d actually speak the three words that followed him around whenever he thought about you, but as he watched your eyes flutter closed, he decided the words would be best spoken some other time. He was well aware you already knew, just as he was well aware that you loved him, it needed to be said. Eventually, but not quite yet.

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[spideymarvelws]

 had so much fun writing the first scene dude... i feel like as a fanfic writer its a sin i haven’t written anything like it yet lmfaoo (to be fair i probably have but I just dont rem💀) anyways i hope you enjoy!

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Prompt : 9. “Then what are you waiting for?”

Warnings : just some cute floof, some cursing here and there

Word Count : 2.2k

Hesitation

Technoblade x GN!Reader

It was always peaceful in the tundra right before the sun set. Not only did the orange and red colours that reflected off the shiny snow send a wave of tranquility through the lands. It was a specific time where all the animals would go back into their homes before the mobs spawned at night fall, leaving the lands in complete silence.

Phil loved working at this time, getting small tasks done around the house that he wasn’t able to do throughout the day. Whether it was washing the dishes or dusting out the book shelves. Maybe even lounged around near the fireplace, planning out what he had to do the next day. It was always quiet, void of distractions to keep him from doing them.

But of course, with peace always came chaos.

“YOU CHEATED!”

“NO I DIDN’T!”

“YES YOU DID!”

The door cracked open, slamming against the wall behind it making the blonde jump from the sudden noise. He was ready to pick up his sword by his side until he recognised the voices of his house mates, shouting like little children.

Phil sighed, continuing to wash the dishes in front of him. While the bickering tended to amuse him at times, right then he just wanted to stay in the silence. He was quick to grab a pear of earplugs from his chest, pushing them snugly into his ear, blocking out the noise you both brought into the house while humming a small tune.

“There’s no way that your horse is faster that Carl! That’s just not possible!” Techno shook his head, his entire body still except for his left foot tapping consistently on the floor, “It’s just not possible.”

“Okay-” you pointed your finger in his face, “First off, her name is Raven and secondly, you just can’t admit that she’s better than Carl.” you crossed your arms on your chest, looking up at the piglin with teasing eyes.

Tech threw his head back with a groan, turning around gruffly and taking off his cape along with the skull mask covering his face.

“I won’t admit it because it isn't true!” he turned back to face you, mimicking your stance and tilting his head slightly to the side.

You raised your eyebrows at his response, nodding slowly, “Alright, alright,” you slowly took of your cloak, bunching it up and throwing it at him, his reflexes catching it before the fabric hit his chest, “Maybe it’s just the ridder and not the horse.”

Techno gasped, “You take that back.” he threw your cloak to the side.

You hummed, looking up and faking a thinking face, “Nah... I don’t think I will, I said what I said.” you stepped closer to the hybrid, sizing up his figure, “And what are you going to do about it?”

Techno squinted his eyes, a small smirk making its way to his face before he grabbed you by the waist, throwing you over his shoulder and walking away from the entrance into the living room.

“Hey!” You pounded at his back, wiggling in his tight grip, “Put me down you loaf!”

He laughed at your words but obliged, throwing you on the couch near the fireplace. Before you could sit up, he crawled over your form, knee besides one side of your waist with his other foot planted on the floor, keeping him steady hovering over you.

“Techno-” you chuckled nervously, trying your best not to stray away from his intense gaze, fighting the heat starting to rise to your face. Your hands pushed at his chest, weakening when he brought his face closer to yours, making you feel smaller than you already were.

He didn’t say anything, instead his fingers dug into your stomach, wiggling them across the fabric of your shirt. Your laugher filled the air, high pitched and bouncing off the walls of the cottage. You tried your best to control them, not wanting to give in to the blood god’s actions so quickly. But your hands on your stomach did nothing to stop his.

“Oh. My. God! Techno! Stop you fucking- oh god!”

“Take it back Y/n!” he laughed along with you, continuing his assault on your stomach, “Take it back or I swear to god you’re going to loose a canon life from being too ticklish.”

“NEVER!” you shouted between laugher, screaming when his hands began to move faster, knocking the breath out of your lungs. In the heat of the moment, he took your wrists into his fist, pinning them above your head, keeping your hands from interfering with his plans.

“Say. It.” even with one hand we was doing enough to keep you squirming underneath him, desperate for an escape.

“Okay! Okay! You- You’re a good rider Techno! You’re a good rider!” you finally admitted, your body falling limp against the cushions when he finally raised his fingers from your stomach.

Techno laughed at your state, leaning back with a cocky smirk on his face, “Glad to know we could come to an agreement,”

“I hate you,” you mumbled, your head rolling to the side on your shoulder as you caught your breath. You closed eyes in relief that the past few minutes were over, nearly falling asleep with the amount of energy you spent laughing.

Techno chuckled, taking your chin into his fingers, turning your head to look back at him, “Is that so?”

You nodded, fluttering your eyes open to look up at the pink haired man. Your breath hitched when you noticed how close his face was to yours. His entire presence felt suddenly close, his chest puffed out with long breaths, his legs practically tangled with yours, his face hovering over you, radiating heat you didn’t notice while he was tickling you. You watched as his face lit up red, his piglin ears straightening out of the side of his head, probably taking in the proximity as well.

Techno wasn’t one to get flustered often, but when he did it was always with the people he cared about. He trusted them enough to let that blood god persona he put on fade away leaving behind his shy, nerdy side you always adored. The side of techno who would read by the fireplace with Steve sat snuggly in his lap, the Techno who would spend hours trying to fix his glasses that broke constantly in his strong grip only having to craft a new one. The Techno who would grumble about compliments from you and Phil but the subtle spread of pink across his face told everyone otherwise. The Techno you grew to love the more and more he let you it.

He began to get a lot more playful with you as you friendship grew. When you moved in with him out in the snow it only increased drastically. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for the both of you to end up in this position or something similar to it (like the time he pinned you down during training), but he would always stop before things got too intimate and while it hurt, you’ve grown to accept it. You were glad to be his friend, his companion. You would take his friendship over not knowing him at all any time of the day.

You waited for him to pull back. To stand up and dust off his clothes, offering you his hand to pull you up with him and continue that night like normal. But he stayed, his dark, dull eyes staying down at you with a shine you’ve never seen up close before.

Techno didn’t know what to do either. He didn’t know what was prompted him to stay in this position, the sudden confidence that pushed him to keep his hand on your face, his lips so close to yours.  Maybe it was the voices in his head, annoyed with the constant stares and thoughts of adoration when you rode Raven around in the snow, your cape flowing beautifully behind you, face showing nothing but pure joy. They were relentless, calling him out on every emotion he was feeling because of you.

He wanted to move for your sake, he was the one on top of you in the first place, pinning you down. You were probably being polite not shoving him off of you, even if you’ve never done it before, he just always pulled away before you could. But he couldn’t, his muscles stiff and unable to move.

A small part of his brain told him you wanted this too, but he ignored it for his own sanity.

“Techno-” you whispered but before you could continue, the hybrid immediately took the single word as a protest, finally letting go of your hands but keeping his body close.

“Shit I’m sorry that- that was probably a bit much.”

You giggled softly, “No- uh, it was fine tech, no worries,”

He looked down at your bright smile glowing in his face.

“You’re really beautiful Y/n,” he whispered, letting the rough pads of his fingers trail down the side of your face, blushing when you nudged them with your cheek, accepting the comfort.

“You think so?” you whispered back, looking up at him with doe eyes.

“I-” he started, his breath hot against the tip of your nose as he glanced down to your lips, quickly looking back into your eyes. Why weren’t you moving? Why weren’t you cringing, laughing at the thought of ever kissing him?

“You- Do you want this.” you whispered, letting his thumb pull down at your bottom lip, watching as the plush skin softly bounced back.

He nodded, shivering when you tangled your fingers into his pick curls, pulling his face down and nudging your nose against his. He closed his eyes, a small, cute snort coming from the back of his throat at the affection.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

“FUCK!”

You jumped at the sudden curse, Techno falling off of you and on to the floor besides the couch. Before you could process what just happened, the curse sounded again followed by a crash, both of your senses on high alert when you realised it was Phil’s voice coming from the kitchen. You rushed to grab your weapons from nearby, quickly pulling yourself together on the fact that your friend was in trouble.

You both ran as fast as you could, Techno in front of you with his sword drawn while you were behind loading your cross bow with an arrow. He barged into the kitchen, holding his blade in the air, ready to attack but all he was met with was a pair of wings slapping him in the face.

You dove under the large feathers, bumping the winged man to alert him of your presence.

“Oh... hey guys!” He smiled, taking out something from his ears and resting them on the kitchen counter. He sent a pointed look to the weapons in your hands, crossing his arms over his chest in confusion, “Why the weapons?”

“Are you alright?” Techno said, rubbing his nose from the hit.

“We heard you scream, thought you were in trouble.”

Phil chuckled nervously, “Sorry, my bad,” he turned around to face the both of you, “I just dropped a plate.”

You and Techno let out an audible sigh, dropping your weapons to the floor with a clank. You didn’t know how many times your heart could deal with the sudden bursts of adrenaline. Walking up to Techno, you took his hand away from his face, inspecting the soft red mark across his face from the whip of feathers. No matter how small the attack, you always made sure to check up on him, even when he didn’t need it.

But with your delicate touch came memories of the events that just happened

“Were- were you here the entire time?” Techno said hesitantly, looking up at his father with worried eyes. You took in his words, immediately pulling away from the hybrid, ignoring his small noise of protest.

“Yes, but i put in some ear plugs,” he pointed to them on the counter.

“Oh!” you piped in, “That’s- That’s good.”

“Was there something I missed?” he crossed his arms over his chest, looking at the both of you curiously.

“Nothing!” You both shouted at the same time, chuckling nervously.

“Okay?” Phil dragged out, pointing back to the sink, “Well, I’ll just-”

“Yeah! You- uh, get to that phil,” you began walking backwards, bounced into the edge of the counter. You played off the pain with a quick thumbs up and walking quickly out of the kitchen, mumbling curses under your breath.

“Are they alright mate?” Phil asked his son who seemed to be lost in his own world, staring at the spot you were once in, “Techno?”

“I- what?” He shook his head, “Uh, yeah- they’re,” he let out a small sigh, letting  his hand pass over his face, “Yeah, they’re fine.”

“Are you alright?”

Techno didn’t respond for a while, stuck in his own thought. Phil turned to his son, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “Tech?”

“I think-” He let out a shaky breath, “I think I love them.”

...

IM SORRY FOR ENDING IT SO SUDDENLY

it was just getting to long and i didn’t want to loose motivation writing more😭

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[lostgreekgod]

a/n: a random writing impulse, dont mind me summary: a villain x hero one shot (?) villain is abused by supervillain and hero finds out pairing: m!hero x f!villain warnings: swearing, tw abuse Villain had to succeed. Supervillain was sick and tired of watching her try to pay him back what she owed, and this was the last straw. This was her final attempt at capturing the hero and taking over the world- she had to succeed. She checked the codes of her latest creation as she subconsciously shook her leg. it seemed to have become a habit she had developed unwillingly in the recent few days, but it was reasonable- her life depended on this. If she finally succeeded in completing this great feat, Supervillain would honor all the promises he had made for her. For them. The machine whirred to life, the green rock she had stolen from the National Museum just a few days ago glowed mesmerizingly in the evening sun. It was only a few more hours until the very machine would suck away everyone's life, just like that. She was going to assist Supervillain in destroying the world- its rebirth was long due anyway. They were going to give the world a new beginning. A world of law and order, a world with a ruler, one fit to be deemed so. A god. Supervillain. He was what the world was missing, and they were going to see it. Consequences may be damned. She had taken the responsibility of doing this solely because the world needed saviors. The pretentious hero was just a little insect that was constantly getting in their way, a minor inconvenience. He would be nothing in the way of Supervillain's plans. Supervillain often told her about how Hero failed to see what he was providing for this world, he failed to see the big picture. But that wasn't something Supervillain couldn't fix. All he had to do was send his trusty Villain out, get her to eliminate the little insect, and he could be on his way. But nothing prepared her for Hero. Hero was- what ordinary people would refer to as smart. Hero was exceptionally smart- She had watched Supervillain try multiple times to get Hero to turn to his side, but the arrogant, goody-two-shoes just had to be persistent, and downright stupid. She knew Supervillain was the real hero, the one people would come to worship very soon. That's what she had been made to believe since she got in contact with Supervillain. It's what she had always known. // It was ready. Her most prized invention, one that she had spent her blood and tears on, was finally ready. It was now only a matter of hours until Supervillain commemorated her for her heroic deeds. She was going to be the hero, she was going to save the world. As she clicked the button to start the machine, she heard footsteps behind her. Hero. She whipped her head around, her cape fluttering in the evening wind, to meet a set of green eyes. Hero looked sleepy and bored. "Villain. Don't." Villain wanted to laugh at Hero's desperate attempt to stop her. He didn't even seem to try. Saying 'stop' to someone isn't just going to make them stop. Especially Villain. She had worked too hard for this. Scoffing, she answered, "I ain't even doing anything, Hero." "You're well aware of what you're doing, Villain. Don't be stupid. I have foiled your plans countless times. You stand no chance against me, and I'm sure you are aware of that fact." Hero quipped. Villain was enraged. "Stupid? Me? You have no idea what you are talking about. I am aiding rebirth, Hero. I am ridding the world of all evil, I am giving it what it truly deserves. I am giving everyone a new chance, a new beginning in life. How is that stupid?" she seethed. This was it. She wasn't going to let Hero ruin it. Supervillain would finally come to love her- see her for who she was, he would never hurt her again. She noticed the shift in Hero's eyes. His lazy smirk was now gone. He was done playing with her. "Well, if that's how you want to play it- are you aware that Supervillain is only playing with your mind? Whatever he has implanted into your head is so surreal- do you really think he will honor

all his promises once he takes over the world? All those whispers about how he will love you for who you are, little gestures of his said affection for you, do you really believe him when he says he will give you life?" Hero retorted. No. He was bloody wrong. Villain had everything she didn't in her earlier years, all thanks to Supervillain. "He has given me life! i was nothing before him!" "You were free, Villain. And you can be free again. Just let go." She will never be free. She was Supervillain's slave, his acquaintance, his servant. And he was her master. Villain felt all the air leave her lungs. Hero had always lectured her about Supervillain and his doings, but she never heeded any of it. Besides, how did Hero find out about whatever she had with Supervillain? She tried to regain her composure. She would bring Hero to his knees today, no matter what. "Don't tell me what to do, Hero. You're just trying to buy time. It's almost over. You're too late." Hero raised an eyebrow at her. She was really desperate for this to work. "I disabled it, Villain. It's been over an hour, your machine won't work." No. How was it still running then? The green gem was still bright and shimmery, the machine had to incinerate the population any time now. She waited, her heart hammering against her lungs. One. Two. Three. She looked at Hero, her eyebrows scrunched up, her heart burning in a fit of unrecognizable anger. "What did you do?" Hero shrugged, his eyes wary of how low her voice had gotten. Villain felt her heart sink down to her stomach. She wanted to empty the contents of her stomach, but she had nothing to regurgitate. "What did you do, Hero?" This time, she wasn't angry. She sounded like she was begging him. Desperate. Miserable. Forlorn. Villain began rummaging through the wire controls, almost haphazardly. "No, no, no, no." She whispered to herself, her hands shaking in a frenzy. She ran her hands through her hair countless times, her hope of finally pleasing Supervillain shattering into pieces. "Villain-" "Fuck, Hero! Do you have any idea what you've done? He'll kill me! He's going to fucking kill me, slowly, all thanks to you!" Villain's throat closed up entirely. Not only did she fail, but she also outed to Hero about Supervillain. About what he did to her. "What?" Hero's voice lowered, his eyes seemed much clearer. Almost as if he was a lion ready to pounce. If Villain wasn't so taken over in her panic, she would have noticed how Hero's demeanor shifted to serious, which was very, very rare for him. Villain sunk to the ground, hugging her knees. This was her end. Supervillain was going to kill her. She would never get to live a life, one that she always thought she deserved. One with kinder, gentler people. One with humane humans. "Villain." Hero tried again. She had forgotten that Hero was still here. "Leave, Hero. This is the end of our battles. You have won, you will not have to deal with me anymore. Goodbye. It was nice knowing you." If it weren't for her existential crisis, Villain would have been surprised about how stable she sounded. "Villain. Look at me." Hero's voice was deathly deep. Almost as if he was trying to sound threatening. His green eyes glazed in fury, he kneeled down to cup Villain's cheeks. "Does he hurt you?" Villain tried to pull away from him. She suddenly felt so weak. Her arms felt like little rubber extensions she couldn't pull off of herself. it was almost as if her brain was floating. "Answer my question, Villain." "What do you care? You hate me!" Hero took a deep breath and shut his eyes for a moment. "I don't." Villain looked up. "What?" "I don't hate you, Villain. I never did. All I wanted was to help you because you deserve it. You always have." Villain couldn't process what Hero was telling her. No one cared for her, not even herself. It was only Supervillain who showed her some sort of affection. But only on his terms. She blinked at Hero, unsure of what to say. Besides, she couldn't trust her heart when she was in such a state. "I will ask you once again, Villain. Does he

hurt you?" Villain could only shake her head. "That is all I needed to know."

a/n: ok I took over 3 weeks to write this and idk this is like the first one shot I've written and idt i like it very much but whatever right and also sorry ab the random ass gap things in the middle ?? i keep fixing it but tumblr is being a little shit

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[glorified-red]

okay this is a very specific snowy idea/request bear with me- you and tim are seniors at gotham and are friends.you are also a designer/in the sewing club. One night for some reason it’s snowing n u dont have a jacket, tim is out on patrol so he drops down and goves you hips cape. Youre like noo but he’s like yesss.onw home gears are already turning on how you can make the cap into a jacket. You can continue/end how you see fit

Thank you so much for the request love! This idea was just too cute not to dive head first into ><

In Red

word count: 1250~

warnings: none

I had to google what a straight stitch was for this :/

“How do you forget a jacket when it’s thirty degrees outside?” Your best friend Tim, said as he waited for you to grab your books from your locker so you two could walk to class.

You closed your locker and turned to look into his blue eyes, shrugging a bit as you spoke. “I don’t know, I guess I’ve just been inside long enough that I didn’t notice until now.”

Tim hummed in acknowledgment. “I would offer up my jacket but I only brought one and Alfred would kill me if I came home without it.”

A small giggle left your lips, smiling at the thought. “Doesn’t matter anyway, you know I wouldn’t take it.”

“And you know that I could force you to take it with the power of my best friend pouty eyes.”

You narrowed your eyes in a challenge. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Tim shrugged, stuffing his pale hands into his hoodie pocket with a knowing smile. “Maybe later, we have history to go to.”

“Fine.”

—

Your hand tightened around your backpack strap, both of your eyes darting from side to side. You had just gotten out of a club meeting at your school, being the president of the sewing club meant staying later than other members which also meant walking home alone at night.

Daylight savings paired with snow truly made your night miserable. The corners of your mouth turned downwards into a scowl as you looked at the dark street, the only light coming from the few street lamps that scattered across the road.

“I remember hearing someone forget a jacket at home?”

At the sound of a sudden voice you couldn’t help but jolt a bit, electricity shooting down your spine. Quickly turning around you were met with a very familiar sight of messy black hair and a red feathered cape. Your sigh of relief was quickly replaced by annoyance, showing by the way you slapped the vigilantes arm. “You scared me, you dork!”

Tims shoulders shook with a soft chuckle, his gloved hand coming up to rub the wounded area you just assaulted. “Not my fault you’re so easy to scare,” he said as he shuffled a bit to lean against the nearby lamp pole. Your eyes followed his movement, memorized a bit by the tiny snowflakes that settled gently onto his shoulders.

“Am not,” was your only retort, coming out in a soft huff. If Tim was cold he didn’t show it, you however, crossed your arms in hopes for warmth, masking it by feigning annoyance. Each snowflake that landed onto your bare arms felt like tiny fires licking at your skin.

“Oh really?” Tim asked, his eyebrow shooting up in disbelief, “I beg to differ, there are countless times where I’ve just walked up behind you and you’ve jumped.”

“That doesn’t count! You’re literally a stealth god, how can I not jump when you suddenly appear behind me?”

Tim smirked slowly. “A stealth god you say? I’ll have to remember that one.”

You let out a puff of air, seeing the small wispy cloud dance in front of you due to the cold temperature. You would’ve kept bickering at your peer but a small shiver ran down your spine, making your lip quiver instead.

It could’ve been your imagination, but you swear you could see Tim’s face fall a bit behind his domino mask. A split second past before Tim pushed himself off of the lamp pole and began to unclasp his cape.

“What are you—”

With a muted swish, a red sea fluttered around you, the harsh leather of his gloves brushing against your collarbones as he clasped the cape into place. Tim didn’t meet your eyes, instead, his hands occupied themselves by tightening the cape around you to make sure your arms were sheltered from the cold.

“There.”

“Red, I can’t take this,” you began to shoo his hands away from the fabric so you could unclasp the cape, “You’ll get cold later. I mean, what would Batman say if—”

“Just take it,” he pressed, wrapping his hand over yours tight enough that you couldn’t even think about taking the cape off.

Anxiety bubbled up in your stomach. “What if someone sees me wearing this? I could get kidnapped for ransom or get you in a lot of trouble!” you hissed, trying to keep your voice somewhat level.

You could physically see the man in front of you roll his eyes underneath his mask. “I seriously doubt someone will kidnap you just because you have my cape.” He let go of your hand when you relaxed your hand a bit on the clasp.

“Someone totally could, I am teen walking home from school, alone at that. And, at night.” Despite your stubborn nature screaming at you to take off the cape, you couldn’t help the odd sense of comfort the weighted fabric brought. Whether it be the new heat against your skin melting the snow away, or the familiar smell that surrounded you.

Tims weight shifted onto on foot as he toed the concrete below him. “No one will kidnap you, it’s my job to make sure that doesn’t happen to you.”

You hummed in disbelief. “You say that, but if I don’t show up to school tomorrow, I blame you.”

His mouth turned upwards the slightest bit. “Uh huh, sure,” his hand grabbed for his grappling hook as he spoke. Immediately your hand shot out of the cape to stop him from leaving, “Wait!”

Tims head jerked over to yours, his shoulders tensing in alarm. “How would I even give this back to you? I can’t just bring it to school.”

His shoulders dropped minutely. “That's all? Just keep it, I have plenty more. Just get home safe okay?”

Your grip on his cape tightened. “I will, and um … thank you, for the cape I mean.”

Tim blinked for a second. “It's not a big deal, I'm not cold anyway.”

You watched silently as he grappled onto the nearest rooftop and disappeared into the night.

Once he was out of sight you instantly melted into the cape, it was a lot warmer than you thought, the weight of it added a pleasant hug like feeling. Heat rose to your cheeks as you wrapped the feathered cape around you tighter, trying not to think about how much it felt like Tim was there in person and giving you a hug.

Being so close to the cape, you couldn’t help but notice the straight stitch that ran across each seam.

“I am so making this into a jacket.”

—

“Do you like it?” You bounced up to your friend's locker the next day at school. In response, Tim closed his locker door and turned to you.

“Like what?”

A bright big smile stretched across your face as you lifted your arms and spun around, showcasing the vibrant red jacket that hugged your body perfectly. At the sight of his cape styled into something you made, his heart leaped into his throat, a slight flush coloring the tips of his ears.

“It looks nice,” he choked out, his eyes glued to the delicate pattern you made with each of his ‘feathers.’

“Now I won’t have to worry about a jacket anymore,” you said, making Tims eyes meet yours, he quickly recovered from his momentary shock.

“Yea,” he let out a shaky laugh, “Let's get to class.”

God, did Tim love seeing you in red.

—

Tim: “Im not cold anyway”

Tim two minutes later on a rooftop: “Just because I’m huddled in a ball means nothing.” *Proceeds to grab a hand warmer from his utility belt.*

Taglist ♡

@idkmanicantenglish

@anothertimdrakestan

#tim drake #red robin #red robin x y/n #red robin x you #tim drake x reader #tim drake x you #red robin x reader #tim drake x y/n #robin #batfam #dc comics

[maplecourtesy]

TAZ:G NOTES, EPISODE 27

oh we’re starting with a full recap of the history huh;;

HHHHHHH ARGO, all i can think about is argo…. ever since last week my brain has been like many thoughts head argo keene

argo…… already…… oh god the music. argo gripping fitzroy’s shoulder;;;;; i love how that’s the thundermen’s love language.

[most of the content under the cut, because spoilers!!]

OH L O R D I DID NOT WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THIS…oh jesus christ JESUS FUCK GOD WHAT THE HELL IM IN SO MUCH PAIN. THE ONE THING I DID NOT WANT. THE O N E THING. WAS HEARING ABOUT ARGO KILLING FITZ AND THE FIRBOLG. I KNOW THIS ISN’T REAL BUT IT VERY WELL COULD BE IF THINGS GO WRONG OH THIS IS AWFUL. IM IN A FITZROY KINSHIFT AND I FELT PAIN BETWEEN RIBS WHEN TRAVIS SAID THAT…. IM ALREADY EMOTIONAL SOMEONE HOLD ME. “you consider what you have done, and you smile.” NOTHING HAS HURT ME AS MUCH AS ARGONAUT KEENE.

i’m like . shaking. that singular dream sequence has convinced me that argo is genuinely one of my Highest comfort characters. i feel nothing but pain.

unfair that this cute music is playing while argo is waking up from the. WORST possible nightmare.

“does fitzroy have his own bedroom?” “he does” “*evil bastard chuckle noises from griffin*” GOD I LOVE HIM

notes in the adventure zone are never good. why are they never good i almost don’t wanna hear this even if its just a good lil fitzroy note. BE BACK SOON. if travis had made it say just “blah blah blah. back soon.” i think i genuinely would’ve fucking lost it. sorry for having taz balance brainrot i dont do it on purpose <3

NOOOO GOD I HATE THIS SO MUCH. GET OUT OF ARGO’S HEAD ARGO DON’T LISTEN TO HIM BUDDY THEY LOVE YOU SO MUCH THEY THINK YOURE THE ABSOLUTE BEST OH MAN IM SAD. i knew gray’d be capitalizing on argo’s fears and doubts n insecurities but i didn’t realize it’d hit this hard…. man argo cmere lemme give u a good good hug.

NOT @ THEM BEING MEAN TO CLINT TOO SDBFJDKSJ;;;;; STOP BULLYING CLINT AND ARGO!!!!!! >:T JAHSBJSDF TRAVIS MAKING THEM APOLOGIZE;;;

right before justin said his little podcast law thing i was literally Just about to click the 1.5x button and i felt very called out

FAST FIRBOLG FAST FIRBOLG. ITS VERY FUNNY THAT HIS UHHHHHH’S STILL REMAIN THE SAME THOUGH. hey does travis know what Talking Faster means.

“i have been giving this much thought”
“HELL YES"

"the worry-"

"aw no"

WHEJDJDBSJSHBS

OH THE MUSIC!!!!! FESTO TIME THIS IS FESTO TIME!!!!! I MISSED FESTO SO MUCHHHHH GOD FESTOS THEME MUSIC SLAPS SO HARD

as always fitzroy is already being The Best. hes so good. man festo better be impressed by this.

“DID YOU SEE?????” EVERY DAY I LOVE FITZROY MORE..

you heard the man travis!!! we need a festo and fitzroy rave scene and we need it NOW

OH THANK GOD ITS FESTOS PROPER VOICE AGAIN I WASNT FEELING THE VIBES

I MISSED SNIPPERS SO MUCH TOOOOO I LOVE SNIPPERS TO THE MOON AND BACK…. snippers the phantasmal crab well spring of all magic ever

I LIKE GORDY SO MUCH!!!!! GORDY GOES TO RAVES!!! :DDD

hey festo do u wanna spill the hot drippin wet goss

YOU DO HAVE A HABIT OF PISSING PEOPLE OFF WJDNSNFJSKDFJKN THIS WHOLE EXCHANGE….

FESTO MAKE JOKE SDHJFBHSHDJFJHB

rip fitzroy <3

CLINT THE POWERFUL WIZARD…. GOD CLINTS CANONICAL IN EVERY UNIVERSE…. THE. SDHFJJBSDFHJSDHJFB THE CLINTORIS. LET ME OUT OF HERE I WANNA GO. I HATE IT SO MUCH. I HATE IT I HATE IT.

hehe pretty music!! i will never shut up about how beautiful griffin’s composition is especially in these recent episodes;;

I REALLY ONLY LISTEN TO THE AD READS FOR BABY DOT NOW I LOVE HER SO MUCH;;;;;; <333 THAT’S A GOOD HALLOWEEN GROWL;;;;; HEY BABY DOT;;;;;;;; oh i love dot so much im ;3;

glad we had that chat about using the potty!!! thanks guys very cool!!

now why would fitzroy bring that up.

WHERE IS ALL THE ART OF THUNDERMAN LLC IN BOOTY SHORTS CLIMBING GEAR!!!! I NEED THAT!!! GET ON IT ARTISTS!!!! /LH

WHJBDHHJSDHJFHBJ NOOO GOD;;; i saw a post that said it sounds like argo seems like hes feeling some rejection sensitivity dysphoria and Yeah;;; little sidetrack but i really do feel like all the thundermen are neurodivergent in some way. i project my adhd very heavily onto fitzroy and i think that argo and the firbolg could both be somewhere on the spectrum!! argo could also be ocd and thats a very comforting headcanon too;;;

GOD SARCASM…..

oh its hieronymous;;; sad music time i don’t like this;; i care so much about hiero i hope he’s doin alright;; “i’m just tired.” yeah me too hiero…

GOD EVERYTIME FIRBOLG MAKES A JOKE I LOSE MY MIND…. canon that firbolg does a little celebratory dance after each banger joke

“we can’t take that risk” “well MAYBE THEY SHOULDVE BEEN STRONG ENOUGH”

yall think fitzroy could get that influencer cape on and charm his way into the heroic oversight guild. but yeah hiero and althea!!!!

OH NO ARGO. O H. N O. AR G O.. OH JESUS ARGO OH GOD FUCK ARGO……OH NOOOO OH NO OH GOD FUCK ARGO DONT DO SHIT I SWEAR TO FUCKING G O D. ARGO PLEASE IM SO SCARED I CANT HAVE FITZROY GET STABBED… argo sounds so … defeated oh im so sad;;;; i have so many argo feelings…

maplekeeners how are we feelin…

HOW DOES ARGO KEEP FUCKIN ROLLING CRIT FAILS… oh no;;; fitzroy fuck him up. do it. fuck him up. FUCK Y E S. HOLY SHIT FUCK HIM UP FITZROY.

if gray don’t get the FUCK out of my boy argo

thank god argo knows now because idk if i could’ve dealt with him feelin that shitty self deprecation and thinkin it was still him even after that;;

thunderman llc love each other so much god i'm so sad...

oh i cant wait to see the art people come up with for the godscar chasm scene this sounds beautiful...

OPALESCENT SKIN??? CHAOS????? not? chaos??

"i have been called many names, some of them unkind. i think the one i most identify with is order."

HOLY SHIT I JUST GOT C H I L L S WHAT THE FUCK THAT WAS SO INCREDIBLY COOL OH IM IN AWE. THAT WAS SUCH A COOL ENDING OH MG GOD.

this commentary got Long but for good reason god this was such a good episode i believe in taz g episode 27 supremacy.... holy moly folks.

#taz #taz graduation spoilers #taz grad #taz g #taz graduation #taz grad spoilers #the adventure zone #the adventure zone graduation #taz episode 27 #sir fitzroy maplecourt #fitzroy maplecourt #argonaut keene #argo keene #the firbolg #master firbolg #taz notes by krys #krys talks

[nad-zeta]

I'ma send you a few, because I'm curious. Im avoiding your favs on purpose xD Vincent, Isaac, Kenshin, Mitsunari. Go!

MAMA! ❤❤Hehehe thanks for sending in and keeping my unproductive ass entertained ❤❤❤hope u are having a good day😳🥺🌻❤! Love ya lots! Sending all the hugs🥺🥺 hehe this too a hot min to fill in🤣🤣🤣😂

Give me a character and I will answer: Vincent, Isaac, Kenshin, Mitsunari

Why I like them:

Vincent: he is an actual angel from heaven above!☀️🌻 He is so freaken sweet, gentle, caring, legit befriends you from day 1!❤ like such a perfect boi❤🥺

Isaac:omw i love this blushy boy so much, so shy and cute omw! Also British 😱 also i love how he isn't pushy or invasive he is just a sweet, kind, shy boi🌈😱❤

Kenshin: bunnies, alcohol and free accommodation in a nicely furnished cell😂😂😂 if that ain't flags indicating the perfect man i don't know what is😂😂🥺❤🐇

Mitsunari: just like Vincent freaken saint! Angel from heaven! Plus that beauty mark🥺🥺🥺 also like i love his gentle kind non pushy nature just too sweet❤❤

Why I don’t:

Vincent: this boi will 100% try and get me to eat less sugar and more fruits and veg🥺😂😂😱

Isaac: hmmmmm🤔🤔 nope cant think of anything isaac is the sweetest cutest boi!

Kenshin: i think his super over protectiveness like after mc pricked her finger on the flower was a perfect example of just too much over protectiveness😂😂😂❤❤ but i still love him🥺

Mitsunari: he doesn't look after himself both physically and mentally! He just lets people walk over him and that freaking breaks my heart🥺🥺🥺🥺

Favorite scene:

Vincent: Literally everytime he yells at Theo hehehe i find it so cute and funny😂❤🥺

Isaac: that scene where mc fell in the water and he went in after her and then he declared mc his friend after! That had my heart in an actual puddle😳😳🌻❤🦋

Kenshin: that scene with the fireflies❤❤❤❤🌻

Mitsunari: only pick one fav you say hmmmmmm lol literally anytime he deflects ieyasus porcupine ways❤🥺

Favorite line:

Favorite outfit:

Like omw i just love love love Kenshin's fluffy cape!

OTP:

Vincent:lol low key him and Arthur😏😏😏 or even isaac❤

Isaac: hehehe him and Napo❤❤ but also low key Vincent 🥺

Kenshin:hmmmm🤔🤔🤔low key him with Hideyoshi 😂😂😂😂❤

Mitsunari:awwww 100% ieyasu! Didn't even need to think twice!

Brotp:

Vincent: Theo of course! But also low key Arthur❤❤ although i can see him taking most of the boys under his wing and supporting them

Isaac: definitely Napo and jean❤

Kenshin: hehehe ganna go with yuki and sasuke🌻😳

Mitsunari:hehe definitely Mitsuhide and Ranmaru(is that how u spell this bois name lol)

Head Canon:

Vincent: he sometimes lets a few dutch swear words slip, hehe especially if he accidentally drops his painting or does something clumsily 😏😳 but never in front of Theo cause he wants to set a good example ❤

Isaac: He is low key vindictive and gets his revenge on Arthur and Dazai for all the pranks, but takes months planning his schemes to make sure they are perfect

Kenshin: best part of his day is the early hours of the morning when he watches the sun rise while petting his bun buns🐇🐇🐇🐇

Mitsunari: Secretly knows that Ieyasu is trying to be rude but loves to mess with the porcupine by answering innocently 😂❤😳

Unpopular opinion:

Vincent: please stop calling mc "schat" like i just cant! The cringe is real 😖😖😖there are so many more cute endearments that could be used 😭🙈🙈🙈🙈

Isaac: cant think of any lol! I just love this boi so freaken much

Kenshin: I find his low key possessiveness hot🙈😆🤣and i would have minded being lock in the fancy cage 🤣 like i live my life in a small room anyways soo u know🤣🤣🤣

Mitsunari: i heavily ship him and yasu❤❤❤

A wish:

Vincent: That he would have spoken more dutch in his route❤❤

Isaac: that his route was just longer cause omw it was such a cute enjoyable route!

Kenshin: kenshin learning modern-day slang from sasuke 😏😏

Mitsunari: lol always more cuddles! Also that he would have surprised us with a full blown smack down of the man that disrespected him. Like whooooping his ass and teaching the boy some manners 🤣🤣❤

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen:

Vincent: him calling mc Schat like please please stop call her literally anything else❤

Isaac: ummmmmmm🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔 him quitting teaching again cause of asshole academics, like common isaac stand up for ya self! U are a freaking genius! If someone steals your work again freaking give them an intellectual beatdown❤🙈

Kenshin:No more restricting mc, like i get he has hangups but sometimes i think the way he restricts mcs freedom to just go or do whatever, is just a bit sad🥺 but obviously he got a bit better towards the end so yay!

Mitsunari: Stand up for ya self Mitsunari ❤❤❤ also please just dont make tea! Please!

5 words to best describe them:

Vincent: sunflowers, sunshine, painting, sweet, gentle

Isaac: science, hedgehog, blushing, constellations, and contradiction

Kenshin: BUNNIES, drinking, swords, fluffy, beautiful

Mitsunari: angel, books, glasses, kitties, clumsy

My nickname for them:

Heheh

Vincent: Sunshine, Vee, Sunflower, Angel

Isaac: Newt, Isaac, Apple boy❤😳

Kenshin: Bunny boi! Bun bun! Bunshin❤ Kenny🥺🌻

Mitsunari: Angel! Also ray o sunshine! NARI🥺🌻❤

#personal opinion #thanks for sending! #love u lots mama❤❤🌻 #hope u have a good day #hope you are keeping safe! #love you lots! 💕 #sending all the hugs❤❤🌻

[miioouu]

I would neeevvvvveeerrr be with someone else fishy love! I'm here with you! Right now! I can't leave your sight most of the time and now it's even worse after you saw that...uh… totally random dude with “me”.

Wait, so I have competition for my yandere 👀 this is need and I'm totally gonna lose because in that dream I was only supposed to spy on her to see which potions she was making, I was also a yandere hunter. Not a witch hunter!

Lets just say I will die if the witch confronts me.

F, we both can't find stories 😔

I can see boiboi living for it the most, that kinky bastard- fishy would love it the most like, after something bad happened, maybe a break down or after he saw “you” with boiboi, just to make sure you're real and you have a reflection like a normal person lmao

Man we should really expand on my god boi, we only have his looks but what abt personality, he seems pretty lax with sexual stuff and if it's not a real physical thing. He also doesn't understand shit about normal human things.

I'm cursed by two yanderes 😔 sad

You know, sometimes I do remember my dreams but they're so long I don't even bother trying to remember them so I end up forgetting, if it was juicy or interesting I will tell but if it's only mildly interesting I don't even bother, like I swear my dream today, people had enough time to move houses and there were like 5 plot points with different people at the same time, none was that interesting, there was one count that was most interesting but of course I forgot that part 😔

Rika, like, they went HARD with trying to redeem her. TOO hard. It was basically forced and it made me hate her more, just from the fact that Cheritz is trying this hard. It's stupid honestly and it shows how hard they try :/ it's so hard that I swear a wattpad story about baldi x reader had better redeeming qualities for baldi. Like bro. Stop.

I don't hate V as much because they don't try to redeem him as hard. It's like normal you know, you can choose whether you forgive him or not, it's not something like you have to forgive him or else some 5 year old guilt trip shit happens.

I also just like V more because he's actually nice. Like genuinely a nice person. He tries to help Rika, she refuses, they get into an argument, she go pokey pokey V’s eyes now brokey, he helped us escape (I vaguely know what happens in V’s route but I played Saeran’s route three times now, Jumin 4 (doing 5 rn), so I know what happens in saerans route a lot, and i also played his after ending twice.) but in saerans route he decided he can't live without Rika because of this soulmate shit they got going on and Rika in the end is like “i'm gonna turn my sun into ashes” or some shit like that. Emphasis on “my”.

I swear V’s after ending judge route. It's a mess. I could tell you if you want, you probably don't want to get that damn ending yourself anyway. It's worse than most wattpad guilt trip stories like skdbk please why???

Also i think yoosung just has a MAJOR hero worship for her, basically obsession where it can seem like he's in love, but he just looks up to her A LOT. Anyway Rika is adopted :0

Oh man, maybe he's like, a planner or something, like, that's where well get married, I'm thinking of names for our children, that's where we'll have a date-

You get the idea.

Our local horny and sometimes romantic loner boiboi.

Long hair can be smexy, I've only seen fictional characters and some select few (I've only seen markiplier and Keanu reeves, everyone else I've seen are kind of ugli, probably because most I've seen also have that ugly teenage moustache. Pls shave. I don't really see many celebrities, so yeah)

Anyway, the day Aizawa gets short hair is the day I gauge my eyes out, stab my eyeballs and eye sockets, pour bleach in the wounds and wait until I die of blood loss or the bleach.

Especially a nicely designed cape that fits the character somewhat and isn't just plastered on there because yes.

I actually wanted to get Zen’s route first but I got yoosung, didn't really flirt with Zen after that unless the other option was a mean one. Then ill flirt, though yoosung did become jealous at one point 👀

It seems common that people would get yoosung when going for Zen. You just can't be mean to yoosung, but you have to at least onceif you want Zen. It's too easy to get yoosung hearts.

GIVE THE AFFECTION QWEEN CUDDLES-

Boiboi would totally jump on that.

-🐱nonny “you can decide if you want to take that literally or sexually”

Ok that's a beeg one! Let's start!!!

Fishy is just being stupid... If you think nommy is with someone else, maybe that's because you're not doing your job properly hmm?? Think about that 👀

Well... It's not really a competition. Ghost man wants to be with you, so you already know you're his. Though the witch, i feel like if he's been a ghost for waaaay too long, maybe she lost interest, lost hope. Mayne she could reverse the curse, but she's also sad and lonely... Maybe she'll curse you too👀

Your dreams are very complex and action filled. So yeah, remembering them must be so difficult. My dreams are very boring, so even if i tried to remember, it's basically just wasting my time.

I feel like that was chritz goal. They dont want us to like her, they want us to hate her. So they made her super duper annoying.

V is a nive person, a bit too nice to the point its annoying. He's naive. I understand that he tried helping her and all that. That's amazing. But after all the things she did to him, he still tried to help her?! Why bro! I understand you're in love, but that's obsession! Also, if i remember correctly, the way V talked, it didn't feel genuine. Like the "pick me guy". A bit too manipulative, yk? Like ooouh its ok if you dont forgive me, i understand uwu.... No shut up.

Yes! Yoosung was weird, a bit too baby like! It's not my fav type of characters (obv i love jumin, total opposites!) And same, i wanted to get zen but I got yoosung. And i also tried jaehee, but i got yoosung :(

Affection = sexy timez with boiboi sooo... Have fuuuun

#It's so hot here #My hands are sweating #ranty rant #personal #🐱 #🐱nonny

[nightmaretyrantvantas]

To get back what you’ve lost, even if its by force/Lets bring hell to their damn doorstep boys.

a little dark side au story not directly being a sequel to my other angst story for this au~

This is Roceit with some hints at previous Demus and Princexiety and some soft hints at platonic Loceit, and it also includes a few of my own headcanoned dark sides( that im going to try to make more content for!)

Things had been...ok for the light sides once Deciet got full settled into his new role. ‘ Self preservation’ Logan had referred to him with a calm understanding and a welcoming title. And though some things hurt for Deceit to leave behind, he began to embrace this new style of living slowly but surely with the others, especially one certain musical prince whose smile made him admittedly swoon. 

Yes Deceit would admit to himself that Roman Sanders had captured his affections, though sometimes he almost couldnt let himself believe it. Just as he almost couldnt believe the new golden and purple room he woke up in each day or the new clothes Patton and Roman had excitedly provided him.

“ It’ll look great on you Dee! I designed them myself!”

“ Its definitely a very stylin new look kiddo! And besides, you deserve some welcoming presents!” He had offered a small smile and taken the clothes with a nod, slipping back into his new room to continue settling it and redecorating it to his preference. 

Though during the next video he hesitantly appeared, relaxing when he was greeted warmly by everyone. Roman had excitedly showed off his new updated outfit and Deceit took a deep breath.

“ I well...I also had a small idea to ‘change things up’ but, you guys wouldnt like it...” His tongue flickered out briefly.

“ Aw cmon Dee dont say that! You know no matter what it is we’ll like it!”

“ But, if it makes you more comfortable, we will not push you to share.” He looked at Thomas who smiled encouragingly and let down another wall, revealing the outfit he’d put together to officially start his new life here. 

After that they had gotten closer, much closer as time went on. Deceit could almost, almost forget what and who he had left in the shadowy halls he once called home. But not completely, never completely...

He jumped when Roman placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, making him look up into loving crimson eyes. The taller side leaned down and kisses his scaled cheek as he invited Deceit to join him and the others into the living room for a movie marathon, and as their hands interlocked he couldnt have been happier...

“ aaaaaaaaaargh!!!!” 

Elsewhere there was a thud and a clatter as a glass shattered against the dark wall. The one whose head it broke mere inches from didnt flinch, even as one of the shards left a bloody cut in his cheek, bright pink eyes bored. 

“ Virgil if you keep breaking silverware we wont have any left.” He spoke in a  annoyed, uncaring voice as he wiped the blood from his skin. Virgil snarled at him in response, his eyes glowing purple and green and glowing strings tightly scattered all over the room like an intricate spiderweb. They all pulsed with a livid light, and illuminated the living room in a eerie purple cast. The others in the room had decidedly kept quiet for the time being, none of them willing to approach their furious leader having a meltdown. Though one scoffed and rolled his bright orange eyes sneering.

“ Could you throw any worse of a fucking tantrum Virgy?” Angry eyes narrowed in on him so fast with a disturbing head snap that he stiffened, feeling more strings lace around him.

“ What. did. you. say. Wrath.” The words were low and hissed, balancing into demonic sounding and he smartly shut up, backing down with a muttered “ Nothing Anxiety....Nothing at all....” Virgil growled and went back to his seethed pacing, his hood making it so only his glowing eyes were visible above his mouth. Neither Wrath nor Arrogance dared move closer, watching him pace in the middle of his web. Remus was nowhere in sight, having locked himself in his room for the past few weeks now to brood. Arrogance sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose irritated. Remus and him had been moody and snappish ever since Deceit had chosen the light sides, chosen Roman and the others over them weeks ago. And Arrogance, Aaron for short, was getting rather pissy himself about needing to walking on fucking eggshells every time he left his room. Wrath was getting angry too, no surprise there, but this was utter bullshit to him. And to Wrath, there was a simple solution. 

At least he considered it simple as his gaze drifted to the dolls tangled in the air in strings. His eyes snagged on the light blue coded Patton doll before he looked towards the other ones, like Logan’s and Roman’s trapped toys. Now however there was another in the center of his lines, a peculiar doll with a carefully, intricately designed scaled side of his face and a small velvet cape wrapped in purple. 

Finally he couldnt take it anymore and stood up from his seat, ignoring the way he himself began to get tangled. 

“ Oh for fucks sake Virgil youre getting on my nerves with this! If youre so pissy that he’s over there then just fucking bring him back already and quit your damn hissy fit!” There was silence as the two stared each other down.

“ Just...take him back huh?” 

All eyes turned towards the doorway where Remus stood, twitchy and eyes glowing. Admittedly it made Jacob nervous, Remus sounded calm and collected...something that didnt bode well with his twitching demeanor and intense stare. 

“ Can we just do that...bring Dee back home?” Virgil looked down and began pacing again, though his posture was no longer hunched and aggressive. Instead now it was straight backed and more composed. He let out a hum and they all watched him quietly as he went around, his hand reaching out and grasping the Roman doll and holding it in his grip, in an almost caring and tender way. Memories fluttered across his mind and disappeared once more, filled with visions of the new couple’s happiness...

Take him back...

“ Yes...why didnt I think of that sooner? Oh Wrath...no, Des youre brilliant when youre not mindlessly aggravated...” A twisted smile curled upon Anxiety’s lips as he gazed at the doll then looked at Deceit’s, reaching his other hand out to graze his fingers along the yellow coded doll’s cheek. 

“ I know exactly what will tempt them onward...and then I will bring him back...no, we’ll bring him back.” He looked over his shoulder at Remus, locking eyes with him as a wide crazed grin grew on Remus’s face, his pupils seeming to dilate dangerously. “ Wont we Remus?” 

“ Oh fuck yes I cant wait!!!” He tightened his grip on the doll in his hand and looked down at it with a betrayed, angry sneer.

“ Lets bring some chaos and hell to their little doors shall we boys?” 

Deceit shuddered as he got a sudden chill, making him glance around his room as he sat up. Something felt wrong to him, something he couldnt place. But nothing was wrong. The dark sides had been quiet for a few weeks now, and Thomas had only had small controlled bouts of anxiety that was easy to soothe and he had been happy and even a little more carefree than normal. Things were fine between himself and the other sides, great even when it came to his relationship with Roman. Roman...

Deceit couldn’t help the soft, dopey smile that crossed his face at the thought of the creative side. He had been nothing but kinda and affectionate since they began dating, and every day he saw him was another day Deceit felt he was on cloud 9. But he shook his head and refocused on the problem at hand, pulling on his beanie and jacket as he stepped out of his room. Nothing seemed off or even out of place. 

“ Maybe...I’m just imaging things...” He shook his head again and pulled his jacket closer to him to warm up. He decided to head for the living room, that maybe being around the others would get rid of this feeling. So he made his way, furrowing his brows at how...dim the lights seemed now. Had he been in his room longer than he thought? ‘ No...no I couldnt have been...Patton would have called me down for dinner and he hasnt yet...’ His pace quickened as he spotted the stairs and the light glowing from the bottom of them. Deceit’s body relaxed a little at the warm glow and a smile reappeared on his face.

And it quickly dropped into a worried frown as he went down the stairs and found himself back at the end of the hallway. 

He stopped and looked around confused, his surroundings not clicking in his mind. He should’ve been in the living room now. But he gazed at the hallway dotted with their bedroom doors and the stairs at the very end, warm cheerful glow still coming from the bottom. So he simply walked the hallway and hurried down the stairs again...

...only to end up back at the start of the hallway, again. 

“ What the hell...” He looked around again, this time with a pit of dread forming in his stomach. Something wasnt right. 

Why couldnt he leave the damn hallway?

He tried taking a deep breath to collect his thoughts, a tip Logan had given him in the case he ever got too upset to focus. Once he was calmer he walked slower towards the stairs. Not many sides could do something like this, and it definitely wouldnt be some kind of pranks the others would pull on him...

“ Remus I swear to god if youre doing this please cut it out!” He called into the hallway, eyes searching for any hints of the wild side. Deceit knew he loved edgier pranks, and scaring him with a prank of a ever repeating hallway in isolation felt just up his alley of thinking. He couldnt help but let out an exasperated sigh, anger fading. He couldnt stay that mad at the Remus if he was pulling a cruel prank. Honestly any reestablished contact with the other wouldve been...nice.

Deceit missed his friend, and maybe this would be his chance to heal the wounds he mightve caused by leaving and rekindle the friendship. He chuckled to himself as he stopped at the stairs.

“ Jeez....I guess Pat’s soft side is rubbing off on my more than I thought...” With that he headed down the stairs and shook his head at the beginning of the hallway.

“ Cmon Rem! I know youre probably pissy at me...and you know what? I dont blame you.” He started walking again, looking around him with a pleading look. “ But please, just come out and lets try talking again ok? Like we used to? We can spread out in my room and hell, I’ll even give you the bed spot you always fight for. Just...lets cut out the game now ok?” He got nothing but silence as an answer, and he paused.

Silence was something that was not Remus’s style, prank or not. And now his guard was up faster than a gunshot.

“....Remus? Are you there?” He looked around again, getting more and more uneasy at the silence and started walking again.

“ Arrogance if this is your idea of a joke it isnt funny! Cut your shit.” No response and once again he was back where he started. Now he was getting angry, and even a little afraid. 

It wasnt Remus, because Remus couldnt handle this kind of silence for this long even for a joke, especially when he was called out.

Arrogance wasnt one to pass up taunting his inability to escape, and on top of that he wasnt really one for pranks either. When Remus called him a stick in the mud...he wasnt exactly wrong. 

And Wrath didn’t have the patience for this kind of thing. 

His walk this time was slower and more cautious, this time when he glanced around his eyes darted to dark corners too. The pit in his stomach grew and worsened as he made it to the stairs again and looked down them. He could even see the damn landing, washed in light. He hurried down again and almost yelled in frustration as he ended up at the beginning again. It took everything in him not to freak out.

“ Patton!?” No answer.

“ Logan??! Can you hear me??” No response.

“ R-roman!!!!” Nothing. 

No he was starting to panic, but he forced himself not to let it consume him. That feeling felt too familiar and he ran down the hallway.

“ Virgil if this is you’re doing stop it!! This isnt funny!!” Still no response and he repeated the loop a few more times. He opeed his bedroom door and saw it was just as he left it, but simply staying in there now almost felt...bad, like he’d been cornering himself. And trying the others doors did nothing, because either they were uncommonly locked or simply wouldnt budge. His breath hitched and hissed through his teeth faster as he run down again, this time tripping and hitting the carpeted floor with a dull thud. 

“ owwwowowowowwww....” He pushed himself onto his knees, eyes squinting in pain and a little dazed. For a moment he thought he saw a tall figure blocking the stair’s light and he shot up to his feet, groaning in absolute frustration when no one was there. He took a few steps and stopped, looking down at the floor when his foot stepped on something. One the floor was Roman’s crimson sash, and with gentle hands he picked it up and held it tenderly. The soft scent that drifted off it relaxed him, and made him smile as he looked down at it, rubbing the fabric between his fingers. Looking at it he finally took another deep breath and tried thinking more clearly, his eyes shutting briefly. 

But because his eyes were shut he didnt notice purple glowing strings drip from the corners and behind him, silently creeping closer and surrounding him. When he finally opened his eyes and noticed the glow his eyes went wide in fear and the sound of footsteps on the stairs made him whip around. Though he only had time to partially shout as strings wrapped around him firmly and entangled him to the point he could barely fight back, strings around his through silencing his voice. He looked up at the hooded figure gripping and manipulating the strings like a puppet player, a cruel evil smirk on his face as his eyes glowed. 

“Well well now Deceit. You really shouldve know better...” The world began to darken and he felt Roman’s sash slip out of his fingers vaguely noticing his beanie fall off his head when he was moved closer to Virgil. Virgil’s eyes narrowed and his smirk widened as Deceit’s eyes began to fell shut, nothing but purple in his fading vision.

“ You really shouldn’t have tried to leave.” 

There was nothing but silence upstairs as Patton, dusting off his polo in a small huff from dealing with Arrogance and Remus making a chaotic mess in the living room before leaving as suddenly as they appeared, walked to the stairs landing and looked up to the dark hallway.

“ Dee! Kiddo dinner is ready! Come on down we dont want to start without you!” His head tilted and his brows furrowed in concern when he got no answer, his voice drifting and echoing around the hallway.

“ Kiddo? Can you hear me up there? You ok?” He put his foot on the first step as his voice echoed again.

“ Deceit?”

And echoed right over the old red silk sash and dark grey beanie that lay in the middle of the carpet, not a person nor side in sight.

Tadaa! Thats the end(for now) I hope you guys like it!!

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Kara gets infected with red kryptonite. She won’t stop till the world is hers.

This is actually a decent length fic at 3620 words. I am really proud of it. Hope you enjoy! (also there is some unwanted contact and kinda noncon? nothing happens but i want y’all to be warned and stay safe.)  💛

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27034954

"Supergirl, there's a road collapse over on the west side. Can you stop it?" Alex asked over the com.

"I'm on my way" Kara replied. She changed into her costume and flew out the window of her apartment.

Minutes later, Kara arrived at the scene of the crash. One of the support columns was crumbling and the road started to dip. She rushed over and one by one carried everyone off the falling road and onto the street, far away. Once everyone was safe she flew to the crumbling column and did what she could to hold it up. The fire department and emergency services showed up and provided back up. They worked together to keep the road from falling, but Kara couldn't shake the feeling that she did most of the work.

The media hounded Kara when she landed, asking question after question about her heroics.

"Why did you save the people first?" "What made you think to hold up the road?" "How did you know there'd be enough time to save everyone?" "Are you grateful the fire department came to help in the end?"

"I saved the people because that's what I do. I knew there was enough time because I'm Supergirl. I did what I had to to keep the road from falling while the fireboys took their sweet time getting here. I think they should be grateful to me."

Kara then flew off without another word and went immediately to bed.

***

The next morning she woke up to a slew of texts from Winn, Lena, James, and Alex. She ignored them all and got on with her day.

'They're just pissy cause I wasn't 'nice' last night.' Kara thought to herself as she picked out her clothes for the day. 'Doesn't matter. I saved the day and that's all that counts. Now to get to work and see what slack I have to pick up.'

Kara flew out the window and landed in an alley behind Noonan's. She got a single black coffee for herself and nothing else. She groaned when Winn caught up with her in the elevator.

"Hey! I called out for you, why didn't you wait?" Winn panted.

"Oh, didn't notice." Kara shrugged and took a sip of her coffee.

"Oh." Winn looked Kara up and down and took in the new attire. "You look, different."

"And that matters how?" Kara quipped. 'God he's annoying today. Could this elevator be any slower?' She thought to herself.

"It's, nevermind." Winn dropped his comment and eyed her coffee. "Can I have a sip? I overslept and didn't have time for some this morning."

"Whatever." Kara casually handed the cup over to Winn.

"UGH!" Winn nearly spit out the drink. "Since when did you start ordering black?"

"Since today."

"Kara." Winn looked at her, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you feeling alright? You didn't answer anyone's texts last night, and now you're drinking black coffee-"

Kara cut him off with a short "I'm fine." Then the elevator doors opened. 'Finally. Now I can try and get some work done.' Kara walked off without saying another word to Winn. Winn immediately texted Alex his suspicions.

***

The day passed and everyone in the office was quickly made aware of Kara's new attitude. She didn't hold her tongue and if someone messed up, Rao help them.

'Maybe Winn has a point,' Kara thought after the newest intern ran away from her holding back tears. 'You haven't been yourself. You should talk to Alex.' Kara reached for her phone when a different, but familiar voice, chimed in. 'She's right. You've been better than yourself. You don't have anything holding you back anymore. Nothing is stopping you from achieving all you ever wanted.'

Kara slid her phone back into her pocket and started packing up for the day. She was on her way out the door when Lena showed up for an unexpected visit.

"Kara! I haven't seen you in a while. How are you?" Lena asked as she opened her arms for one of Kara's trademark hugs.

"Oh, Lena! What a surprise!" Kara smiled through her annoyance and squeezed Lena a bit too tight. "I've never been better."

Lena let out a groan and replied "that's good." She took a step back and looked closely at Kara's face. "Say, you want to get dinner with me tonight?"

'I bet Winn and Alex put her up to this. Guess I'll go through with it just to get them off my back.'

"Sure! That sounds lovely."

"Great. Let's do my place, 8 o'clock."

"It's a date."

The two women parted ways, but Kara swore she heard Lena get on the phone with Alex before stepping into the elevator.

***

'She's tricking you,' the familiar voice sneered. 'She's going to ambush you and keep you from being the best.'

Kara shook her head while picking out clothes for her date. 'That's insane' she thought to herself. 'Lena cares about me. She'd never do something like that.'

'Don't be a fool. She's a Luthor afterall, you know what they're capable of.'

'That's ridiculous' Kara mumbled. 'Lena isn't like them. Right?'

Kara dwelled on that idea all the way over to Lena's. She went straight up to Lena's penthouse and was greeted at the door.

"Kara! Right on time." Lena smiled and welcomed Kara in.

"You did say 8" Kara snipped as she entered the spacious apartment. 'Why are you snapping? She didn't do anything' Kara thought to herself.

Lena didn't say anything about the comment and sat down on the couch. "Come, sit."

'What am I your dog?' Popped into her head, but Kara ignored it and nodded.

The two women enjoyed their 5 course meal. Throughout the night, Kara noticed her attention drifting away from Lena's words and towards her, other assets.

"Kara, have you been listening to a word I said?" Lena asked politely.

"Huh? Of course. Why?" Kara questioned, her eyes still not on Lena's.

"Cause you've been staring at my breasts ever since we sat down."

"Well you have to admit they are beautiful to look at." Kara smirked and slid closer to Lena. "Say. Have you ever looked at a woman like that?"

Lena's face flushed. "W-what do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb Lena. Have you ever looked at a woman the same way you looked at Jack?" Kara scooted even closer, pushing Lena into the side of the couch.

"Well, I, uhm" Lena stuttered. Her face quickly turned red.

"Be honest. Have you ever looked at me like that?" Kara's smile was almost predatory.

"I, uh. This isn't like you Kara." Lena tried to get up but Kara grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down.

"But what if it is?" Kara slid her hand onto Lena's thigh, her smile sick as she watched Lena shudder.

"Kara" Lena whimpered.

Kara dug her fingernails into Lena's pale white flesh. "Yes?" She answered, delighted by her squeal.

"Stop" Lena gasped out. She tried to brush Kara's hand off her, but the kryptonian's grip just tightened.

Kara licked her lips and leaned in close. "What if I don't want to?" Kara could her Lena's heartbeat increase.

"Kara. You're hurting me," Lena spoke as she stood up, pushing Kara off her. "I think you should go."

Kara stood up, offended. "Fine. But you'll be back. I know it."

Kara stormed off down the hall, but she swore she could hear Lena crying before picking up the phone.

***

'What the here Kara?' She asked herself on her flight home. 'Why did you do that? Why would you hurt Lena?' Tears welled up inside her as she struggled to find an answer.

'I- I dont know. I didn't want to hurt her. I'm supposed to protect her,' she replied.

'But you liked it, right?' The familiar voice chimed in. 'You liked the power, the control. You liked Lena being yours. You want her, you know you do.'

'But not like that!' Kara screamed internally. 'Never like that. I need to call Alex. Something is wrong.'

'Or is it?' The voice questioned. 'Tonight you got closer to Lena than you ever have before. Next time she'll be yours. Imagine kissing her plump red lips. Fondling her gorgeous round breasts. You want this. Listen to me, and I swear she'll be yours.'

'Mine?' Kara mumbled to herself.

She landed on her balcony and changed into her pajamas. She laid down in her bed and dreamt about what it would be like to have Lena as hers, to have the world be hers.

***

Kara woke up again to ten missed calls, all from Alex; she swiped them all away.

'I'm not gonna let her ruin my Saturday. Let's see what pathetic humans need my help today.'

Kara changed into her suit and took off into the sky. She surveyed the city below and listened for the first pathetic cry for help.

'Gotcha.'

Kara sped off to help a kid who's cat got stuck in a tree. The girl smiled wide as Supergirl came down to help, but Kara ignored it. She floated up and got the cat. She wanted to go to the next worthless human calling her, but the girl tugged on her cape and demanded her attention.

"Thank you Supergirl!" She chimed, her smile bright.

"Yea yea whatever. Don't let your cat outside next time." Kara waved her hand and flew off. 'What a brat.'

Kara's whole day was filled with helping humans who couldn't bother to help themselves. Emergency after emergency Kara flew down and saved the day.

'How did they ever survive without me?' Kara thought as she flew into the mid-afternoon sky. 'They're useless! Every single one of them. They need someone to take charge, someone who already saves their sorry asses on a daily basis.'

Kara flew home and dug through her closet. She pulled out a familiar black jumpsuit with a red House of El symbol on the top left.

'Ah, a suit fit for a god.' Kara changed into it and relished the feeling of power it gave her. 'Now I can truly own this city.'

***

Night fell over National City, and Kara never felt better. She flew up above the city and looked down upon it.

'Pathetic,' she thought to herself. 'When I'm done with it, this pathetic excuse for a city will be a shining star; a house on top of a hill; an example of what's to come with me as their savior. But first, I need my queen.'

Kara sped off to L Corp. She landed on Lena's balcony and burst through the glass sliding doors. The lights were out, but Kara could hear shuffling from behind a door.

"Lena," Kara sang. "Come out come out wherever you are." Kara stepped closer to the sounds of nervous feet. "Come on baby. I know you're in there." Kara stood in front of the door. "You're not still upset about last night, are you?" Kara asked, her tone undermining the severity of the situation. "I know you-UMPF"

The door blasted open and blew Kara against a wall. She shook her head and pushed off the broken door laying on top of her. Kara stood up and her vision turned red when she recognized who was standing across from her.

"You" Kara snarled. "Where is Lena? Where did you hide her?" Kara's voice was almost a growl, deep and predatorial.

"Somewhere you can't hurt her ever again," Alex spit out as she tightened her grip on her gun.

"She's mine." Kara zapped a lamp next to Alex's head. Bright sparks flew out and Alex jumped away from the blast.

"She doesn't belong to you. She doesn't belong to anybody!" Alex shouted. Her hand twitched slightly as her finger slid closer to the trigger.

"You're going to pay for this."

Kara zoomed over and wrapped her hand around Alex's throat, pinning her to the wall.

"Kara. Let me, help, you..." Alex coughed out.

"Help me?" Kara laughed. "Oh dear sister, I think it's you who is in need of help." Kara lifted Alex off the ground.

"Where, is she?" Kara punctuated her last word by squeezing Alex's neck. Alex didn't respond; she kicked her feet, desperately trying to get purchase and relieve the pressure on her throat.

"Fine." Kara tightened her grip even more and leaned in to Alex's ear. "I'll find her myself," Kara whispered. She pulled back and revelled in the look of fear and terror Alex was giving her.

"Pathetic."

Kara tossed Alex through the glass and over the balcony. Alex's screams echoed throughout the city. 'Oops,' Kara thought as she focused on finding her prey.

Kara listened in for Lena's heartbeat, and was able to locate her on the roof, alone. Kara made her to the stairwell and floated up to the roof entrance. She opened the door and stalked over to her target.

"Isn't it beautiful," Kara asked, standing about 5 feet behind Lena. "This whole city, the whole worthless planet could be ours." She placed a hand on Lena's shoulder, gripping it tighter than necessary. Lena shrank under her iron grip and stepped away.

"Kara, this isn't you," Lena pleaded. "Please. Let Alex help y-"

"Oh, she won't be helping anyone," Kara interjected.

"Wh- why? What happened?" Lena's eyes got big.

"I threw her out the window and over your balcony. I heard her pitiful screams on the way down, and then they stopped." Kara's smile was sick.

"Why did you do that?"

"Cause she tried to keep you from me," Kara pouted. "Anyone who does that deserves to be punished." Kara put her hands back on Lena's shoulders, holding her in place. "That'll be our first rule once we take reign."

"Wh- what?" Lena shook her head. She stared at Kara. It looked like she was trying to read Kara's face.

"When we take over the planet babe." Kara smiled and pulled Lena into her side. "Imagine it," Kara said as she gestured to the stars with her left hand. "This planet needs a hero, a ruler, and I'm just the god to do it."

"What?" Lena gasped. "You never talk about being a God. I thought Rao was your god!" Lena tried to step back but Kara tightened her grip.

"Let go of me Kara!" Lena shouted as she struggled more. "What makes you think I would ever be with you!?"

"Oh Lena." Kara shook her head and rolled her eyes. "What on Earth gave you the impression I cared about what you think?" Kara squeezed Lena's shoulder and delighted in her wail of pain. "Don't be mad at me dear. You brought this on yourself."

Kara looked down into Lena's tear-filled eyes. "Please. Stop this. Y-you're hurting me Kara."

"No." Kara leaned down to whisper in Lena's ear. "You're mine," she snarled. "And nothing is ever going to stop me."

Kara dipped her head and pressed herself into Lena's lips. Her hands roamed Lena's warm and flush body as her tongue dived deep into its treasure. Kara relished the feeling of Lena beneath her, of being in her. She bit Lena's lip and smiled at the tiny yelp of pain as blood dripped onto her tongue. Tears fell onto Kara's cheeks, but they weren't her own.

"Not on my watch!"

Kara begrudgingly let go of Lena to turn around and find the source of the intrusion.

'How is she not dead yet,' Kara thought to herself.

She ready herself for a fight, but before she knew what was happening, she was on her back with Lena kneeling over her. Kara's body shook violently, and Kara could see red dust exiting her pores.

"I'm sorry, Lena," Kara mumbled, not sure if Lena could hear it or not.

Kara caught a glimpse of Alex and J'onn emerging from the red dust before her vision went black and her eyes closed.

***

"...kara..."

"Kara..."

"Kara."

"Kara!"

"Huh?" Kara mumbled as she forced her tired eyes open. "Alex? I thought you were- I thought I-" Kara's tears cut off her own sentence as the events of the past couple days caught up to her.

"Oh Rao. I'm so sorry. It happened again. I felt it happening but I couldn't do anything about it. I'm so sorry Alex. I- I tried to kill you!"

Kara's eyes were wide with pain and fear. Alex took her hand and Kara calmed down a bit.

"It's okay. Hey, look at me," Alex spoke. "I'm okay. J'onn caught me on the way down. I'm okay. We're all okay." Tears filled Alex's eyes.

"Oh Rao, Lena!" Kara shouted and tried to get up. Alex had to force her back into bed.

"She's fine. You can see her after we run some tests. Okay?" Alex asked gently and patted Kara's leg.

"O-okay," Kara sniffled.

There was a long silence between the two sisters. Kara took a deep breath and broke it.

"It was red kryptonite, wasn't it?" Kara asked meekly.

"Yes."

Kara's body sagged into the bed.

"Did I kill anyone?"

"No."

Another long silence dragged on between the two sisters.

"Well," Alex started as she spun around in her lab chair. "It looks like all the red K has left your system. You're good as new," Alex finished and pat Kara's leg.

"You're sure?" Kara asked timidly.

"100%"

Kara let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"Thank you, Alex. For everything." Kara smiled weakly and looked into her sister's eyes. "And I'm sorry. I'm sorry I yelled and hurt you. I'm sorry I threw you off a building. I could've killed you. Hell, I thought I did kill you!" Kara exclaimed.

"But you didn't. I'm okay. We're all okay," Alex reassured.

"But it's not okay. I knew something was wrong, but I didn't stop it."

"What do you mean?" Alex asked and scooted to the head of the sunbed.

"It's like there were two voices in my head, besides my own. Like how in old cartoons you'd have a devil and an angel on your shoulder." Alex nodded and Kara continued.

"Well, I could hear the angel telling me that I was hurting people. That what I was doing was... Bad. I would beat myself up over it. I hurt so many people. I hurt Lena."

Kara began to cry but Alex squeezed her hand genty.

"Hey, it's okay. Why don't you tell me about the other voice, the devil one," Alex gently prodded and redirected.

"Right. Thank you." Kara wiped her tears before continuing. "It was familiar. I couldn't place it at the time, but it's the same voice I heard the first time I was hit with red kryptonite. It whispered in my ear all these mean, horrible things. It made me order black coffee! I thought that humans were pathetic. I ignored your calls and I-"

Kara stopped as a wave of pain crashed into her.

"Kara. It's okay. I'm here. You can tell me." Alex rubbed Kara's hand and waited patiently for her to continue.

"I came onto Lena. I hurt her. She told me to stop and I didn't. The voice told me I could have the world, that I could have Lena if I listened to it. I wanted her so bad, but now I've ruined it forever. I kissed her and bit her and crushed her and I hurt her. She'll never forgive me Alex! I love her and now I've lost her forever."

Kara broke down crying and all Alex could do was rub her back and help her through it.

Minutes passed, and the sobs faded to tears.

"Feel better?" Alex asked, still rubbing Kara's back.

"No" Kara muffled into her knees.

"What about if I asked?"

Kara's head looked up, at first she didn't believe it. She rubbed her eyes, but the person didn't disappear.

"Lena!" Kara shouted as she tried to run towards her.

"Whoa there Kara. Settle down." Alex pulled Kara back onto the bed.

"Lena, I'm so sorry. I wasn't myself. Rao that sounds so stupid. But it's true. See a few years ago Max was trying to recreate kryptonite and well it didn't turn out right. It was red and it made me all angry and well it didn't make me angry but I couldn't control my-"

"Kara!" Lena shouted. "Please. Stop. It's okay. I know all about what happened."

"You do?" Kara looked up with a sad pair of puppy dog eyes.

"Yes. Alex told me. After our, disagreement Friday night I called Alex and confirmed her and Winn's suspicions. We made a plan for Saturday to help you."

"You, you knew this was happening? And you still wanted to help?" Kara sniffled.

"Of course Kara," Lena responded. She pulled up a chair and sat down by the bed, holding Kara's other hand.

"We even got J'onn to help out in case anyone went over the railing," Alex chimed in. "Which, I have to say I'm grateful for. I do not recommend a twenty story freefall."

A laugh burst out of the three girls and Kara's nerves began to settle.

"Thank you Lena. For everything. And you too Alex." Kara smiled wide and looked into the eyes of the people she loved.

"Anything for my little sis," Alex replied. "Well, almost anything. Still not too fond of freefalling twenty stories."

Kara lightly punched her shoulder and Alex smirked at her sister. Kara turned to face Lena. She stared deep into her olive green eyes, getting lost in the depth of emotion held within them.

"Thank you for saving me Lena," Kara spoke softly. "Today, you were my hero." Kara felt her heart flutter and butterflies rise in her stomach.

"Anything for you, Kara."

#whumptober2020 #no.15 #possession #science gone wrong #supergirl #fic #aly writes #trigger warning dub/non con #unwanted contact #red kryptonite #redk! kara #possessive kara #implied supercorp? #kara has a crush on lena #lena knows #at least no one died #this hurt so much but im really proud of it #still probably one of my favorites from this month #j'onn to the rescue #no yea supercorp #supercorp