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i-drop-level-one-loot · 4 months

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Howdy, going through a phase with COD men (König my 6'10 BBG) and they would make such good Yandere husbands, would it be okay to request a Yandere military man who's completely delusional about a hostage he rescued? knife play and being stepped on with a tactical boot would be a bonus <3

btw the way you write dark content scratches such a specific itch and makes me want to wail, the yandere pirate story was *chef Kissssssss*

Honestly, the only thing I know about COD is that I kick ass at zombies lol so this is definitely just an oc

Yandere!Military Man x Hostage!Reader

CW: non-con, mention of death, assault, delusional ideation, dehumanizing language, dead dove

"Esteemed journalist (Reader L/N) has gone missing while covering the.."

The radio was drowned out by the vehicle hitting a rock, earning an aggravated groan from one of the men. Angrily, he slammed his fist on the dash board, as though he could intimidate the radio into working better. A couple of his brothers chuckled while the rookie squirmed nervously in his seat.

"Fucking, shit ass-" Adrian "Clank" Muigg muttered, quietly releasing a stream of curses in a very thick accent towards the machine.

(Most nicknames in the military were neither cool, nor had a badass backstory, most had fairly humorous or demeaning origins; Muigg, fresh out of boot camp, murdered an innocent television set in an attempt to fix it, which changed his name from "Big Bastard" to "Clank".)

The youngest man there prayed he wasn't visibly sweating. "Is everything alright, sir?"

Boston, the bushy browed man at the wheel, laughed with his entire chest. "That radio lady's talking 'bout the love of Clank's life!"

Clank felt the back of his neck heat up, and had to redirect his anger into tapping his foot to prevent himself from whacking Boston.

"I didn't know you had a partner?"

"He don't! HA! It's a one-sided, puppy love!" Boston joyfully mocked his best mate. "He's got that reporter-person's picture 'bove his bed, and has every article they've ever written. It's very sweet!"

Bright blue eyes warned Boston of the danger he was playing with, but Boston payed him no mind, causing more anxiety in the new recruit.

It was true, however, that Clank had a star struck crush on the journalist. They were brave in a way Clank hadn't seen before, the kind of bravery that made an unarmed civilian put their life in danger to expose the world to the horrors of war. This wasn't the first warzone (Reader) had willingly gone into, but it was the first time their mission overlapped with Clank's.

They were covering the battle Clank was involved in.

And it enraged him.

While their bravery is what initially drew him to them and their work, the longer he followed (Reader) the harder it got for him to read about the danger they got into. Weren't they fearful for their own life?? Why didn't they care for themselves as much as he cared for them??

The nearly six foot eight man had fantasized many times about what he would say and do if he got the opportunity to meet (Reader). He had an entire monologue prepared that exemplified his adoration for their work without ousting himself as a borderline obsessive fanboy.

However, that entire speech was forgotten when Clank burst into the room three hostages were being held in after killing the hostiles within the building, and found himself face to face with (Reader) in the flesh.

They stood defiantly, arms outstretched to protect the two other reporters behind them, not even wearing a bullet proof vest, ready to sacrifice themselves to save their coworkers.

Clank lowered his weapon, numbed by the sudden influx of confusing, and conflicting, emotions.

He was hurt, because he finally got to meet (Reader), and they were prepared for him to kill them.

He was enamored, because even with dirt clogging their pores, hair matted with sweat and drying blood, skin bruising and swollen, they were still the single most radiant being he had ever laid eyes upon.

And he was angry. Why wasn't (Reader) cowering like a good little civilian? Didn't they know that they could die? Why didn't they care about their life?

"I'm here to rescue you." Clank's voice was robotic, and unattached. It didn't feel like he was the one saying it, as the three frightened adults relaxed, scrambling over to his side. "Follow me."

He watched his object of affection as they obliviously helped lead the other two hostages down the stairs to the military vehicle. Their right eye was nearly swollen shut, but they were supporting a grown ass man with a slight limp. Clank imagined blowing the man's brains out.

As they made it down to where the group could see Clank's team, (Reader) released their friend and attempted to go back up the stairs. Still experiencing his out of body conundrum, Clank grabbed their arm forcefully, hard enough to earn a yelp from his favorite celebrity.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" He seethed, hissing the question between his clenched teeth to prevent himself from screaming it. The other two greedily ran outside to Boston's embrace, leaving them alone in the building.

"My footage, they kept it upstairs." Professional as always, the diligent champion of justice kept calm despite the feeling as though their arm would snap in Clank's fist.

"That is not important!"

"You don't know what I saw! It is, and I need the evidence, the proof, of what I saw!"

"Clank, where are you?" Boston's voice on Clank's radio distracted him enough for (Reader) to snake out of his grasp, bolting back up into the building.

"Shit-!" He pulled out his walkie as he ran up behind the surprisingly quick journalist. "Everything's good, I'll be down in a few minutes, start taking the others back."

"Uh, no? Excuse me-"

"That's an order."

"Clank-"

"I said; that's an order."

The violently pissed off man holstered his radio as he charged up the stairs three steps at a time.

His precious (Reader) had taken it too far this time.

Even if they didn't care about their own life, he cared. He loved them, adored them, worshipped them, so how fucking dare they continuously put their life in danger like this?

If they were to be wed one day, their life would be his. And that was downright disrespectful.

(Reader) could be heard rifling through cabinets and cupboards through the door of the first room on the floor above the one they were held prisoner on. Clank attempted to cool his rage before entering, wishing to not scare his future spouse again.

Glancing up only briefly, the adult of smaller stature offered a meak smile before going back to searching. "I'm sorry for that.. I don't mean to make your job difficult, but this is really important. We almost died for this footage; hell, LeDoux had his knee cracked open by one of those- his knee must be killing him."

-almost died-

Their words repeating in Clank's eardrums played over the exclamation of (Reader) finding their equipment. (Reader) almost died, for what? Nothing was more important than their life.

"I'm sorry?" Bloodshot eyes stared wide with confusion from under pursed eyebrows.

Without realizing it, Clank had spoken his thoughts out loud. But, perhaps this was for the best. They would have to learn the truth sooner or later. "Nothing is worth your life." He doubled down as he slowly approached (Reader).

It took a lot more energy forcing himself to smile than he wanted. Clank had never been so stressed or angry or conflicted in his entire life.

"That isn't for you to say." Sharp words responded with a huff, thrusting the camera into a duffel bag.

Clank released a humorless laugh. "You are like a small dog, aren't you, my dear?" His muscles were tensing under his uniform, and although (Reader) couldn't see it, they could feel the dangerous shift in his mannerisms. "You do not know of the danger you are in, so you bark loudly."

Although a pit of fear weighed down their stomach, the much weaker of the two hid it well, scoffing, and moving to stroll past Clank, praying that he was bluffing.

A harsh slap to their cheek confirmed that he was being serious, sending the already injured (Reader) to the floor.

Before they could scramble to their feet, a heavy, steel toed boot was placed firmly on their chest, pressing the air out of their lungs.

(Reader) could feel the blood rush to their head as they struggled to breath.

Clawing at Clank's shin and calf didn't move him.

"It is not your fault, that you are such a little dog. But, like all little dogs, you must be trained. Yes?"

Not a single word could be uttered. Black spots bounced around (Reader's) vision.

Clank eased up on the pressure just enough for oxygen to fill his love's deprived lungs. Between coughs and sputters, (Reader) only got out "Stop-" before his heel was digging into their sternum again.

"Tsk tsk tsk.. Now, I don't want to do this, but I have to. For us. So you must obey me, little puppy. Now, what do dogs say?"

(Reader) glared up at him in pain and hatred, sneering as angry tears welled up in their puffy eyes.

"Woof.." The pitiful bark was spat out.

"Ah ah ah." He wagged a finger at them in a chastising fashion. "Be nice, little puppy." His weight increased warningly, squeezing out a pained cry.

".. Woof."

Seeing the person Clank had loved for the past four years under his boot, writhing, flushed in the face, glistening eyes staring up at him and only him.. Clank could feel himself stiffening, and it disturbed him. Why did seeing his beloved cry in pain give him a hard on?

No, it is not because they are crying in pain.

Clank smiled, warping the situation to rationalize his hard cock pressing against his zipper. It was that they were being obedient for him.

Another cry rang out, louder this time, as Clank accidentally put too much weight on (Reader's) ribcage, lost in thought while admiring their pathetic face.

He got off, kneeling down so (Reader) wouldn't think about trying to get up. They got the message, and continued lying, grasping their chest and breathing raggedly.

"Good dog." Clank ran a hand through their hair. "You will listen to what I say, won't you?"

"Ye- ...woof." Their words quivered in shame.

"Good. Now, get on your knees."

(Reader) bit their tongue with how quickly their mouth clamped shut. It was humiliating, but their chest hurt so badly.. They rolled over, propping themselves up onto their hands and knees.

Their resolve to do as Clank said to avoid more pain was immediately forgotten when they felt his large hands tug at their pants.

"What are you doing?" They yelled in fright, whipping their head back to look at him before having their skull smashed into the floor, holding them down.

"Training, remember? For someone known for their intelligence, you sure are a moron. Bark, bitch."

Tears mixed in with snot, as (Reader) snarled "Fuck you!"

Clank removed his hand from their soft hair to firmly grasp their hips with both of his hands, pulling (Reader) onto his dick. "Incorrect."

"No!" (Reader) screamed, feeling Clank's bare member as it entered them painfully all in one thrust without lubrication. As they cried out, a slap to their ass rang out through the nearly empty room.

"What do dogs say?"

"Fuck you!" Another painful slap left a welt that would certainly bruise.

"You want to act like a bitch, putting your life in danger as though it doesn't matter, you're going to be treated like a bitch!" Clank raised his voice, terrifying his victim. "Now, what do dogs say?"

Slap!

"Woof.."

Slap!

"Woof! Woof! Bark!" They barked between viciously sobbing, heaving as he ravaged them from behind, fucking them so hard that their entire body rocked forward dangerously. The only reason why they hadn't fallen face first into the cement flooring was Clank's right hand digging painfully into their pelvis.

Whereas for (Reader) this was a nightmare, joy was already melting away Clank's anger.

"See, this will be better, for both of us. When we get back, you'll quit your job, and I can finally take care of you."

His thrusting became more passionate, and (Reader) could feel his precum as he began to slide in and out more easily. "I've dreamt of this for so long, and now I will finally be yours: whether as your husband or as your owner."

That triggered (Reader's) fight or fight response, realizing what Clank was implying. They attempted to throw themselves forward, to scramble away while he was still inside of them.

A strong arm caught (Reader) easily. Their spine was bent backwards, holding the attempted escapee in a head lock with a knife pressed to their throat as Clank continued stretching out their hole.

Despite their desperate pleas, their new fiance held (Reader) still on his cock as he released inside of them, going drunk on the way their walls felt clenching him as they milked him dry.

Eyes hazy with lust, he kissed their jaw, still keeping the knife held firmly against their neck just in case.

"Good dog."

A/N: I'm sorry it took so long! Thank you so much for your patience, I hope you like it ❤️

#sorry it took so long #thank you for your patience #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #cw dead dove #dead dove do not eat #gn reader #cw noncon #cw assault #not proofread

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bluerskiees · 2 years

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MANJIRO SANO FLUFF HEADCANONS ☁️

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

♡ Seems cold but is actually very sweet in private.

♡ Craves your attention, sulks when you're busy.

♡ Personal space? Whats that?

♡ Bought you a puppy as a gift, but quickly got jealous after seeing you both get along so much.

♡ Likes it when you both cuddle, having you close to him is the only thing that keeps him sane.

♡ Would shield you from his dark impulses. Swears he'd rather lose his life than lose you.

♡ Gets nightmares about toman and his past every now and then but you're always there to help him.

♡ Likes it when you sing for him with your fingers running through his hair after he had a nightmare. :(♡

♡ Always has his hands on you. Be it your waist, thighs or others.

♡ Dates: Would take you out to rich 5 star restaurant but his favourite is always the late night walks you have. Hand in hand, you snuggling into his chest, savouring the street foods/ Ice cream.

♡ Forehead kisses are his fav type of kisses.

♡ Insecure af. Thinks he doesn't deserve someone like you :(

♡ Not good at expressing his emotions as words, he let you know he appreciates everything you do with a small note or a gift <3

♡ Has your contact saved as "Sunshine" , "Sugar" or "Angel"

｡ ˳ْ | NICKNAMES AND ITS MEANINGS | ｡ ˳ْ

Sunshine — You light up his dark world

Sugar — The way you're sweet; The other half of his bitter coffee

Angel — A precious thing sent to him from heaven ; Other half of his demons

♡ Doesn't smile in front of you often but, smiles secretly when you aren't looking/when he's alone in his office.

♡ Never lets you work or do anything; treats you as if you're a fragile flower ready to break even at the slightest touch.

♡ However, that doesn't stop him from ruining you completely in bed.

♡ Uses sex as a way of relieving his pent up emotions. Angry sex ? Yes. Crying in the middle? Yes.

♡ Best aftercare — Showers you with kisses and compliments. Tells you were such a good girl for him etc....

♡ LITERALLY doesn't care if there are people or bonten higher ups in the room. Would randomly pin you to the wall or his desk and kiss you as if you're a meal and he's starved.

♡ Never raises his hand no matter what. Would kill a thousand guys with no issues but not hit a girl. Especially if its you.

♡ Did anyone look at you inappropriately? They're as good as dead.

♡ Lets you colour his tattoos and would probably have you initials/name marked.

♡ Actually believes money can't buy everything. Afterall, you didn't bugde when he asked you to stay away from him. "A fragile flower like you shouldn't be anywhere near a monster like me".

♡ You're one of his very few weakness so he's mostly scared about what would happen to you if any of those filthy enemies came to know about you.

♡ Would NEVER let Sanzu anywhere near you. Considers him to be a bad influence for you as You're so innocent. Unlike anyone in bonten.

♡ Keeps everything you bought for him hidden safely in a locker.

[I can only imagine the surprise of someone planning to break open his safe only to find simple bracelets, rings, a camera and a few shirts. Like imagine the face of the poor man taking all the risk to get valuables like drugs, weapons, money, documents etc... but finding items like this ? Needless to say, he was tortured by mikey later when he found out someone was trying to steal his most precious things, after you that is.]

♡ Likes it really rough. His life I mean.

♡ LITERALLY an emo boi who loves you dearly.

♡ If he was an emoji, he's definitely be "🐢"

< Always has his shell aka a barrier around everyone except when its you. Poor boy went through a lot and has had many unhealthy ways of coping and finally he decided to isolate himself. Away from the world. Away from everyone. Just like a turtle always being alone inside it's shell >

♡ Has thought about proposing you many times, the thought of you becoming Mrs.Sano makes him more happy than anything.

♡ Tokyo's most dangerous criminal organisation's leader. Gets super soft when you tell him how much you love him.

♡ He knows you both live in different worlds. You, an angel sent from heaven, someone who looks like the personification of cottagecore aesthetic, while he's the complete opposite of you. A ruthless demon who lived in the mysterious shadows, enjoying nothing but the blood and screams of others. He sees the way you put others before yourself. Infact, that's how he met you.

♡ It was a chilly night, he was standing in the sidelines watching sanzu hit a traitor with his car. He sae you too, rush in to help others not knowing about the mess your getting yourself into. That's where it all began.

♡ Definitely stalked you before but oh— thats a secret no one has to know. Not even you <3

♡ You're the RAINBOW in his stormy, gloomy life :(♡

Anon I really do hope you enjoy this 😭🖇

⤷ ୨🎐୧࿐ @/anon

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jeon-ify · 3 months

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that night : j. yunho - pt 2

a/n: HELLO!! thank you all for the love you’ve shown me in the last fic— actually all the love you’ve shown me since i started my account!! part 1 was crazy. what do we think? will reader forgive yunho???? idk girlll its crazy out here :3 on a serious note yunho does not look like the type to ever do things like this. it was originally supposed to be a san fic but san is too possessive and clingy so i decided to make yunho seem like he has a different side to him.

based on ‘you broke me first’ by tate mcrae

warnings: yunho is a crybaby, reader gets kinda mean, wooyoung gets horny, flirting between y/n and mingi, yunho cries a lot, reader cries a lot, mentions of violence, mingi appears, swearing

this ones a bit of a shorter chapter.

part 1 here.

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to: woo 🧍🏻‍♀️

y/n: im not opening the door

y/n: i dont wanna see his face

y/n: this is so UGHSKEJD

*seen*

woo 🧍🏻‍♀️: its not that serious just see what he wants

then think it over l8r

woo 🧍🏻‍♀️: show me the fit

woo 🧍🏻‍♀️: u better dress accordingly

*seen*

y/n: FUCK fuck the doorbell just rang

y/n: brb

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*ding ding*

(***)***-****: i’m outside

(***)***-****: hope i’m at the right place

your heart drops to your ass. you walk down the hallway and to the bathroom, looking over the way your tinted pink balm looks on your lips, triple checking the placement of your perfume, and the way your hair sits on the nape of your back. as you peek through the door, your throat falls dry.

his pretty black hair— the way it’s parted on his forehead, the way his sideburns lay on his cheekbones so delicately. his cheekbones you missed so much, it’s all hitting you so hard that he’s here— but not in the way you wanted him to be. the black crewneck he’s wearing underneath his silver chain hugs his chest so comfortably, almost making your heart hurt from how you can’t lean on his chest the way you used to.

your feet finally move themselves to walk over to the door once again— this time, to open it for the man on the other side. his breath nearly stopping from how scared he is to face you. how guilty he is that he’s doing all this because he fucked up your 6 year relationship.

he has nothing in his hands but his heart and an apology to hand over to yours— the hands that carried him when he couldn’t carry himself— the hands that you used as a weapon to fight for your relationship— the hands yunho loved to hold.

he does nothing but look. he watches the way your breathing changes. he watches the gloss in your eyes start to increase; but you’ve held back your tears tonight (hopefully).

“h-hi, y/n.” is all he manages to say. he’s taken aback from the way you look right now. the victim eyes, the sadness that he’d poured onto you years ago that he didn’t get to clean up.

“you can come in, i don’t bite.” you respond. you move to hold the door open as he takes off his shoes and hangs his car keys on the hook on the wall. you close the door behind the both of you, as yunho looks around, admiring the way you decorated your apartment. he looks like a lost puppy, waiting for you to say something.

he notices that you’ve moved on. how you have your life together. it hurts him knowing that you did this without him, and that you never needed him to love yourself, carry yourself the way you’ve always wanted. he wanted to be a part of the way you are today.

he sits down on the fluffy white couch, fiddling and picking at his nails, trying to find the words to initiate the conversation. you sit across from him, watching the way his face shifts and his mouth opens to say something, but taking back the thought.

it’s been 10 minutes. not a word was exchanged.

“yunho, why are you here? you’ve said all you needed to say over the phone.” you started. you really don’t know why he’s here, not saying a word at all. he looks up at you, having found the response to your question.

“i-i don’t know. us talking over the phone isn’t as important. but what i would like to start off with is by apologizing to you. y/n, i know that there really is nothing that would change your mind, or anything that would— you know— make you forgive me. i want to know how you’re doing in life, how every thing is treating you. how’s your lash thing going? i remember you talking about it before.”

he slurs on his words, nervousness ravishing his entire body. you notice the way his cheeks flush into a coral toned shyness, as well as the way his crewneck is slightly bouncing on his left side. his heart is beating out of his chest.

“yunho, please. i really don’t mean to disrespect you right now or devalue what you’re trying to say, but this right here isn’t gonna fix anything. if you’re trying to make things right and have me back as what you did before, it’s not working. so please, if this right here is an act, or if you’re just trying to win me back by this whole ‘sorry i fucked up take me back’ kinda thing, i’m not having it.” you already have too big of a headache for games, yunho not noticing how tired and afraid you look to face him again— to face the problem again. he nods, taking in a deep sigh of regret, knowing that he shouldn’t have shown up tonight.

you run your fingers through your hair, attempting to relieve the tension in your frontal area. yunho keeps his head down as you talk, his knuckles turning pink as he scratches and peels at the skin shielding the bone. you walk to the kitchen while yunho watches you try to get away from the conversation.

“did you want some water, or coffee or wine? any preferences? just trying to break some of the tension here is all.” you say, pouring yourself a glass of water. you’re dehydrated, your throat dry since you’ve checked yunho’s texts that night.

“i’m okay. thank you for offering. i appreciate you.”

i appreciate you.

“uh- y-yeah, you’re welcome.” you stutter, the last three words catching you off guard. you still pour him a mug of coffee, with 2 creams and no sugar, the way he used to drink it every morning with you.

his eyes are damp, glossy and emotional. you can’t tell if he’s putting on an act, or whether or not he’s actually sorry. he looks down, you hear him sniffling, trying to control his breaths. you sit down, your hand has a mind of its own, catching yourself before almost going to rub at the nape of his shoulders.

“yunho, why are you crying?” concern masks the weary and vulnerable expression displayed on your face, while yunho finally breaks.

he always hated when you asked him that. he’d never stop crying the minute you’d ask how he was or what was wrong.

“fuck, i’m sorry. i’m really sorry. i shouldn’t have come here.” he sobs. he stands up as you follow, confused as to why he’s the one hurt.

“yu, don’t leave yet. we’re not done talking.” his eyes lit up like a puppy with treats. he stops in his tracks, turning to look at the way your eyes turn soft, still wanting to talk to him. he sets his keys back down, leaving his car to run, not having a care at all.

“what made you do it?” is all you say after 6 minutes of him adjusting to the situation you’re both in.

“i’m not gonna make up a shitty excuse like oh i was drunk, but i wasn’t. i don’t understand what was going through my mind when they stopped by. they both came by and asked for you and i said you weren’t home. they asked if they could wait here and it was around the time you were almost off work.

they sat down on their phones and i was sitting in our— my room, and they called me over to sit with them. i didn’t think any of it but they kept talking and asking why you weren’t home. i told them you were just getting off work and that they should call you, but sara got up and sat right by me and started talking shit like ‘she can’t handle someone like you’ or that i deserve better.” he talks slowly, taking his time explaining, making sure nothing goes unnoticed. he’s trying to recall the moment to the best or his ability.

“did you believe any of it? did you try to tell them that you didn’t wanna do anything with them? or that maybe i could be home any second? did any of that occur to you?” you argue. right now, he’s explaining and not answering what you want him to.

“i started to, since we literally hadn’t had sex in like 4 months. you were caught up with work and i started to feel like you moved on. it’s not your fault, it never was.

but they started feeling up on me and laughing with each other about how stupid you were to think you could have someone like me— which already pissed me off. they just got super touchy and i guess i started letting go of myself and do things with them. one thing lead to another and i you got home. i wish you’d gotten home sooner that night.”

his eyes water, the deep sigh he elicits ends the conversation at that. it doesn’t feel like he’s been gone for somewhat years, it hurts like it just happened yesterday. a million thoughts at once cloud your brain until you don’t catch that his head is in his hands, tears pooling between his feet on the freshly mopped ground.

you can’t help but cry with him— an experience you both needed for a while. you feel yunho stand up from the spot next to you, kneeling before you and holding your hands in his large ones. he cries and cries for minutes on end, his eyes puffy and red. his nose crimson red and shiny. you hold his face to meet your eyes, the mutual sadness flooding the room around you.

“i’m so, so fucking sorry, baby. i’m so sorry. i never deserved you. i never did.” his eyes meet yours as tears fall down his red flushed cheekbones. he moves the both of your hands to bring them to wipe the tears on your dolled skin.

“my baby, my star, my heart, i would kill for you, i would do anything you tell me. i don’t know how to make you feel how much i regret doing this to you. you’re doing so good, you’re so independent and you don’t need me— and that fucking kills me. i was supposed to be with you. i was supposed to be by you the entire time. i fucked that up for th-the both of us.” he cries. his heart feels drained of everything, his chest empty and his eyes burning from the tears he’s cried.

“i don’t know, yunho, i need time to process all of this. i know you’re sorry, but i just don’t know what to do. what if i forgive you and you make the same mistake?”

you feel like the world stops when you watch yunho cry. it’s the worst feeling seeing him cry, because he’s just so pretty. his crewneck darkens in color from the tears he’s wiped.

“y/n. don’t feel like you need to forgive me. i want you to do it out of your own heart, i want you to readjust to me the way you did when we first met, hm? take all the time you need.” he stands up, planting a kiss on your forehead. your heart sinks as he walks out the door. your head falls into your hands, sobbing even harder than what you held in minutes ago. you don’t know what to do from this point on, leaving the situation up to the universe, or if you should start by being friends with him, then see if it would move up from there.

your phone dings twice, interrupting your crying session. you thought yunho sent you a text already, but you notice that this number isn’t familiar whatsoever. you click on the notification displayed on your lockscreen:

Today at 8:20PM

(***)***-****: hey its mingi

(***)***-****: wyd

*seen*

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HI!!! THIS CHAPTER IS SO SAD ☹️ what do we think?? should reader forgive yunho? should reader tell yunho mingi texted???? idkkkkkkkkkkk 🤞🤞

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gaykamenriderdreams · 5 months

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Ok so like. Everyone and their grandmother who watches Gotchard knows that Kurogane Spanner thinks Chemies are "just tools". Like, he just straight up says it, here it is, badda bing

But like. And hear me out on this one. I think this is more complicated than just "oh the rival character is a bastard who thinks puppies don't have feelings and therefore it's okay to go around kicking them all day"

Because I think Spanner thinks of himself as "just a tool" too.

(I am physically incapable of writing a post that doesn't get long so the rest of this is going under the cut. Spoilers up to episode 14)

I mean, just from a design standpoint, the guy has a wrench for a face half the time. There's definitely something to be said for Valvarad's mask being representative of how Spanner presents himself, or even thinks about himself (especially since Spanner created the Valvarad suit single-handedly, apparently????)

Also just like. The guy's first name. Is freaking Spanner.

Like, one of these??? And that's just his name???

Like I mean a bit on the nose but alright. Also, if he picked that name himself (and with a name like that, it seems likely). What motivated that. I simply must know.

(Diversity win! Local Trans Man absolutely hated by Every Area Teen because he's just such a bastard at all times!)

Also, for all his talk about Chemies being tools, he really doesn't treat them poorly. Like he DOES say that he really doesn't care about collecting them, he's just doing his job (performing his function, you could say)--

But like, this is also the same guy that has three Vehicle Chemies that are just his that he does not like being apart from even for less than two minutes

Like we all done been knew that Sabimaru has a special interest in Occult-type Chemies, you can just SAY you're only interested in Vehicle Chemies.

Or he could just, y'know. Have three Chemies that he really cares about and be content with that. Like those pokemon NPCs with six Magikarp and no interest in getting anything else.

And it's extra odd because we've been told that higher number Chemies are just plain stronger than the others (at least when used by regular alchemists for combat), but none of Spanner's Chemies are level 9. And he doesn't need to use number combos like Ichinose does- so why doesn't he just have three 9s and call it a day? Even IF Valvarad only works with Vehicle Chemies, why doesn't he have Golddash and Steamliner (7 and 9) instead of Gekiocopter and Madwheel (4 and 6)? We just don't know. But it could be because he cares about His Three Chemies Specifically, as much as he verbally denies it.

And another thing. Even when things go wrong, he doesn't take it out on his Chemies!

When Gekiocopter hits their altitude limit and can't take Valvarad any higher, he doesn't express any frustration towards his Chemy. I feel like if he really hated Chemies in general, he'd get mad at Gekiocopter and replace them with a higher-flying Chemy as soon as possible. But he doesn't.

Sure, Gekiocopter is "a tool"... but you don't get angry at a tool for asking it to perform past its specs. It's your fault in the first place for not respecting its limitations when you chose to use it. All the pressure and vitriol in the world won't suddenly make the impossible possible. (I wonder, is this empathy? An understanding of what it's like to be pressed to the breaking point? From one alchemist's tool to another? Surely not.)

And with episode 14 hinting that some things previously assumed to be part of his personality may be "just following orders..." And with how useless he's got to be feeling, losing over and over again despite having spent so much time and effort forging himself into a weapon for the alchemists to use as they see fit... aghhhhh I'm soooo curious where they're going with all this. THERE'S POTENTIAL.

Anyway. All this is not to get anyone to like the guy (though as you can tell, I'm a big fan). I just really wanted to express my thoughts about how there could be more than just "generic jerk" going on under the hood for this car crash of a human being.

TLDR: Kurogane Spanner is a massive tool (derogatory) (complimentary)

#Kamen Rider Gotchard #Kurogane Spanner #Valvarad #I feel like the only person who took one (1) look at Valvarad's stupid face and was like “damn ok so this bitch has self-worth issues. neat #I want him to have an absolute meltdown about being “a tool without purpose” and I want it NOW #Madwheel is the Chemy equivalent of having a pit bull as an emotional support animal (Good Dog but Looks Scary) and in this essay I WILL-

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yelena-belovas-gun · 3 months

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Intruders (Maya Lopez)

Summary: Kate's inside Maya's apartment...but doesn't know the risks.

Maya Lopez x fem!ring fighter!reader

Warnings: Blood, fighting, wounds, soft Maya.

Note: i've tweaked the hawkeye scene for plot convenience, heh. Anything can happen in a fanfic <3

Taglist: @splat-tasha (dm or comment to ask to be in the general taglist <3)

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You were, frankly, exhausted. You'd only just gotten back after winning a few fights, making your easy money, and you just wanted to curl up in Maya's arms to sleep off the pain.

Your knuckles throbbed, and your body pulsed with each movement, as if hating every single ounce of your weight as you dragged yourself towards the bathroom.

However, just as you were about to get into the shower, you noticed that Maya's alarm system had gone off.

Your senses heightened the way they always did before and during a fight. Your vision sharpened, muscles tensed as you paused unwrapping your hands and put the white cloth over your knuckles again.

Kate had alerted Clint about someone keeping tabs on his family. She was so engrossed in looking for the rolex that she didn't notice the muscled woman coming up behind her.

The second the last syllable of 'get out of there' had left Clint's lips, you caught Kate in a chokehold, constricting her airways with your strong forearms.

She elbowed you in the ribs and sprang back, only to be punched in the face by Maya.

"Hi, baby," you signed, ducking as Kate swung at you. You deftly hit her in the stomach, sending her reeling, so Maya could slam her against the wall.

"How was the fight?" Maya casually signed, parrying another blow from Kate.

"Good," you smiled, looking offended when Kate punched you in the mouth. Maya handled that one by grabbing the girl and throwing her into the bookshelves, making you scowl at her in irritation.

You suddenly stepped out of the way when an arrow whizzed into the apartment, aimed at you. A man, who looked about 45, leapt into the apartment to battle you.

You spat out blood, rolled your eyes and squared up, adjusting your stance.

Clint aimed a punch at you, knowing arrows aren't close-range weapons. You ducked and caught his fist, flipping him over your shoulder. With a loud 'thud' he hit the ground, and you pinned him there, twisting his arm behind his back.

"I've been a playground bully before," you seethed as he struggled, "Why're you here?"

"None of your business, really," he flipped you off of him and kicked you in the gut, making you wince as he hit your already aching ribs.

You scoffed, "It's my business cause this is mine and my girlfriend's apartment!" You ducked another blow and hit his nose, not even wincing at the contact. "So tell me, why?"

He didn't answer your question, he only groaned out a loud "Kate!" which resulted in you getting clobbered on the back of the head with a book.

"OW!" You scowled, leaping off of Clint to attack Kate. You signed at Maya quickly, "Him, now!"

"What the hell are you two doing here?!" you grunted as your fist connected with Kate's jaw. She retaliated with a kick to your abdomen and a punch to your ribs, before responding.

"Visiting," she grumbled, shouting in pain as you slammed her against a wall, knocking the wind out of her.

"What part of 'stay away from Maya' was unclear?!" You exclaimed, taking a lovely knee in the groin. You didn't have balls, yes, but by every merciful god, it still hurt like a bitch.

The second you heard glass shattering and the sound of someone escaping, you let go of your combatant, and smirked, "Better follow your mentor, little puppy," you wiped off the blood from your lips.

Kate rolled her eyes and followed Clint via her zipline, and you had to collapse on the couch to catch your breath.

Maya lay beside you, her head in your lap as she breathed heavily. She laughed a little and signed, "Did you win?"

You nodded and smirked, "Five fights,"

"Aren't you sore?" She frowned, sitting up. "Five fights isn't nothing."

You shrugged, "I'll be fine. Not something I haven't done before."

She rolled her eyes and put her hands out. You sighed and gave her your wrapped hands, waiting for her to undo the fabric and inspect your wounds. Her eyes widened at how bruised and bloody your knuckles were.

"Are you dumb?" She asked, looking a bit worried and mad. "I've told you not to put in for so many fights."

"Maya..." you gave her a pleading look. "Don't scold me..."

She sighed and motioned for you to get up. "Take a bath," she signed. "We'll sleep."

You nodded and quickly went to bathe, washing off all the grime, blood, and sweat off of your body. You used Maya's body wash, even though you knew she liked her own stuff. You genuinely liked her scent, and having it on your skin was a thousand times better.

"Why did you use my body wash?" She asked after she'd pressed a soft kiss to your head when you exited the shower.

"I like your scent," you shrugged, sitting on the bed. "Let's sleep?"

She smiled, sliding into bed beside you. She gently pulled you closer to her by your waist, and pressed gentle kisses against your neck to ease your body.

She slowly rubbed small circles into your arms with her fingertips, finding the goosebumps on your skin to be alluring and adorable. She kept giving you small neck kisses, with each brush of her lips on your skin making a muscle ease till you were absolute putty in her arms.

“I love you,” you signed sleepily, not really bothering to check if she saw you. You realised she had when she hummed against your neck slightly, making you giggle.

She slowly signed while embracing you, “I love you too,”

So there you both slept, nonchalant about the fact that your house had gotten broken into.

THE END

#i know you can tell i am obsessed with this woman #maya lopez #maya lopez echo #maya lopez x reader #echo #echo mcu #deaf representation #alaqua cox

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vigilante-fangirl · 11 months

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Heroes Guide to Parenting

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader Prompt: Surprise you're pregnant! What will you tell the team? What are you going to tell Adrian?!

Warnings: Reader is AFAB, Pregnancy, Cursing and Spoilers for season 1 finale of peacemaker in later chapters

The early morning at the headquarters of the office record store was shrouded in a quiet atmosphere. While everyone else busied themselves with typing on their computers or fine-tuning their weapons after a grueling mission, you found yourself slumped on the office couch, clad in your hero costume, feeling utterly miserable. "Ughhh! Kill meee!" you whined, the intensity of your complaint earning you a pen thrown by Harcourt, which ended up hitting your nose.

"Fucking shut UP!" Harcourt snapped, her patience wearing thin. "You've been complaining nonstop since we got back from the mission! Either go home or sit up and keep quiet." She punctuated her reprimand with a piercing glare. Before you could retort to her harsh words, an overwhelming wave of nausea surged through your body. The sensation hit you like a freight train, and you sprinted out of the room in a desperate bid to reach the bathroom, where you found yourself violently vomiting. Confusion spread among your teammates as they exchanged perplexed glances, unsure of what had just transpired.

"She's been sick for the last couple of weeks," Adebayo voiced her concern, closing her laptop and cringing at the distressing sounds emanating from the bathroom.

"Yeah, but only in the mornings?" Vigilante chimed in absentmindedly, engrossed in the task of polishing his throwing knives. "She's usually back to normal by the afternoon, so no big deal."

"Speak for yourself, dude!" Economos snapped at Vigilante, seated uncomfortably in a shirt that was a size too small. "Your girlfriend friggin' threw up on me while we were in the van! Now I have to wear this!" He grumbled, spinning around in his chair to point at a shopping bag filled with vomit-stained clothes. His now shirt being the only thing from the lost and found.

"She's not my girlfriend! Did... did she say she was my girlfriend?" Adrian questioned with an awkward grin, finally lifting his gaze from his previous preoccupation. However, his smile quickly faded as he registered the disappointed expressions on his teammates' faces.

"I don't know, man. Maybe we should check on her? This isn't normal for her to be this sick," Adebayo suggested sympathetically, her gaze fixed on the closed bathroom door, brimming with concern

"Listen, I've known (Y/L/N) for years. She's fine. She gets sick all the time, but she toughs it out. Now let's get back to work," Harcourt declared, gesturing towards the cluttered desks and piles of paperwork. However, her words fell on deaf ears as the team members continued their discussion about what could be wrong with you.

"Well, she has been moodier lately," Vigilante chimed in, his mind wandering as he recalled recent events.

Economos, leaning back in his chair and clicking his pen, sneered. "Like how she suplexed Peacemaker the other day just for asking if her costume got tighter."

Peacemaker, who glared at Economos for his comment, couldn't resist adding a quip. "Whatever, baby tee! She got lucky! She's so little I didn't see her coming. Like an angry lil Oompa Loompa."

Economos pulled down the small shirt, silenced by Peacemaker's remark. Peacemaker then turned to Vigilante.

"Nah, bro, but (Y/L/N) has been aggro lately. Remember that patrol we had a week ago?"

The scene shifted to a vivid flashback.

You stood atop a dog walker, mercilessly curb stomping the guy into the ground. Vigilante and Peacemaker watched, torn between concern and awe. While Peacemaker wondered when to intervene, Vigilante's gaze remained fixed on you, as if you had stolen his heart.

"I think you got him, bro?" Peacemaker offered tentatively. "Plus, I don't think he did anything illegal—"

"He yanked the poor puppy and then didn't pick up its poop! Animal abuse and littering?!" You interjected, halting your assault momentarily to pull the guy up by his hair.

"I didn't see the shit!" he sobbed, hoping for some leniency as you dropped him and resumed your relentless attack.

"Too baddd!" you yelled, your voice filled with a mixture of anger and satisfaction.

The flashback ended abruptly, and the team returned to the present, the memory of your intense outburst lingering in the air.

"Yeah! That was so hot!" Vigilante chuckled, lost in his thoughts as he reminisced about that night. His comment earned a groan from the team, prompting him to quickly clarify, "I meant it in a friend way, guys!" He course-corrected, fully aware that you would have his head if the group discovered the true nature of both of your late-night shenanigans.

Harcourt wished she could drown out the team's conversation, but a sudden realization struck her like a truck. "Wait? Nausea only in the morning? Constant mood swings? Is she... tired all the time?" she asked Vigilante, who looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"Yeah? She sleeps a lot after patrols! It's kind of cute as she—" Vigilante's words were cut off by Harcourt's interruption.

"Shut it!" she snapped, then turned to Adebayo, her eyes wide with hope to confirm her suspicions. Adebayo looked at her, initially perplexed, before her eyes widened in realization, her hand covering her mouth in surprise. Economos and Peacemaker were the last two to connect the dots, apart from Vigilante, who stood there utterly confused. They all knew there was something between you and Vigilante, some kind of relationship, but they were not aware the extent to it’s intimate nature. From the way you wore his clothes after missions to how he constantly hovered near you like a lost puppy, it was evident that there was more to your connection.

A heavy silence fell upon the office until it was shattered by the loud, sickening sound of your vomiting from the bathroom. Peacemaker burst into laughter, collapsing onto the table, while Economos joined in, unable to contain his amusement as he looked at Vigilante.Harcourt and Adebayo sighed in exasperation at the team's reactions.

"I can't believe that idiot, and by you of all people," Harcourt muttered, rubbing her temples in annoyance as she pointed at Adrian.

"Didn't you guys, you know... use protection?" Adebayo asked sheepishly, prompting Peacemaker to laugh even louder.

Vigilante looked rather confused for a moment before attempting to recall the details.

Another Flashback

You had convinced Adrian to accompany you to Walmart to run errands, despite his initial reluctance. After all, you believed it was something a proper boyfriend should do. As you pushed the shopping cart, Adrian's attention seemed to drift away, his gaze fixed on you as you playfully brushed the hair from your face while cracking a joke. Little by little, he started noticing the subtle things you did, like how you loved wearing his hoodies, which he intentionally bought extra baggy just so you would swim in them. Adrian couldn't help but smile as you continued talking, occasionally lifting the hoodie to hide the various hickeys that adorned your neck. His eyes wandered down, noticing the tight yoga shorts hugging your hips, and the way they accentuated your curves. Lost in a daze, his thoughts converged on that very moment when the shorts rode up, revealing the curve of your ass.

"Condoms!" Adrian suddenly blurted out, his voice echoing through the aisle as he remembered what he needed. You spun around, desperately trying to shush him as disapproving glances from nearby moms were cast in your direction.

"W-what, Adr?" you asked, looking around in confusion."Condoms! That's what I was trying to remember!" Adrian grinned, his usual goofiness on full display as he guided the cart towards the family planning section. He was about to grab a box when you smacked his hand, causing it to drop.

"Ow! (Y/n), what the hell?" he protested, rubbing his hand and looking at you as if you were insane.

"Look at that price, babe! $11.99 for a box? That's too expensive!" you argued, placing the box back on the shelf.

"But you have some shower stuff that costs, like, $79 in the cart," he pointed out, reaching for the box again, only to receive another slap. This back-and-forth continued, with Adrian growing increasingly frustrated after each slap.

"(Y/N)!" he finally exclaimed, his annoyance evident in his voice, but you stood your ground, crossing your arms.

"I refuse to pay that amount, Adrian! Besides, we don't even need those! God's got me!" you declared confidently, catching sight of a shelf displaying the new squishmallows. Adrian had intended to argue further, but as you ran over to the shelf, his attention was once again diverted by your hoodie riding up, revealing more of your enchanting figure.

The flashback came to an end, and the team returned to the present.

Adrian's eyes widened in shock as he finally pieced everything together. Peacemaker, still laughing almost breathlessly, couldn't contain himself upon hearing the story.

"God... got me?" Harcourt and Adebayo both yelled in disbelief, their exasperation evident. "Both of you are idiots," Harcourt muttered, shooting glares at the closed bathroom door. She had expected this kind of behavior from Vigilante, but not from you.

Peacemaker attempted to catch his breath, jokingly remarking, "Aw, looks like thimble's little soldiers can still hit their target!" However, the gravity of the situation quickly sank in for Vigilante.

"Dude! This is serious! N-no way, right? She would have told me!" he exclaimed, grappling with the reality that if you were indeed pregnant, you hadn't been dating for that long. The question of what he would do next weighed heavily on his mind as he turned towards the bathroom door, calling out your name with urgency.

The scene shifted to an hour ago, with you trembling inside the bathroom. You had pretended to be sick, using it as an opportunity to test the waters. From your cloak, you produced a box of pregnancy tests, investing a hefty $17.99 in ensuring the accuracy of the results.

With a feverish haste, you tore open the box, causing the tests to clatter onto the floor. Hastily unzipping your costume and discarding the cloak, you sat on the toilet seat, nervously fumbling for one of the tests and scanning the torn instructions.As you peed on the blue stick, you placed it on the counter, praying fervently for the next three minutes. Your pleas to the heavens mirrored those of a sinner seeking redemption in church, as you shut your eyes tightly. The moment arrived, and you cautiously retrieved the test, squinting to discern the results. Two bright blue lines stared back at you.

"Like hell I am!" you exclaimed defiantly, discarding the test and grabbing another one. Once again, after three minutes had passed, two blue lines appeared before your eyes.

“....fuck.” is all you could say before a wave of nausea hit you causing you to actually vomit.

#vigilante peacemaker #peacemaker #vigilante x reader #vigilante #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase #Chapter 1

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tsuteychubbyhumanmate · 1 year

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Sisterhood.

Pairing: Namor/K’ul’ku’kan x reader

Summary: When your sisters, well fake sisters, Nastash and Yelena ask for your help to destroy the man and place that took everything from you before your life began, you happily agree to join but your husband, didn't know why and didn't care. He forbid you to go, you don't take orders well.

Warning: Aust, Fluff, Arguments, Black widow spoilers, Grabic fighting, Dark past, Making up, Near death experience.

A/n: I never did anything like this so be gentle with me lol, I hope it comes out alright. It took a while because I had to watch the movie step by step as I had things going on so I hope it was worth the wait so im sorry if it sucks

" I need to go! It's a family emergency!" you argued as you stuffed clothes into the backpack, growing annoyed as your newly wedded husband; Namor took some out "No. you never told me much about your family and I don't trust those surface dwellers." you stopped and glared at him "I'm a "surface dweller" mind you." you air quoted what he said "I forbid you to go." he declared "Forbid me?" you questioned in disbelief "You forbid me?!" You repeated outraged.

Everything in you desired to yell and shout at him but you had to play this smart, you couldn't waste more time. Taking a breath "Fine. Let's just go to bed yeah?" you spoke in a defended tone, giving him the puppy eyes he couldn't resist, Namor just laid his forehead against yours "I love you Luciérnaga. (firefly)" he kissed you, you kissed back already feeling guilty but your sisters need you "I love you too" you smiled and began to get ready for bed. You opened your eyes and looked at your dead sleep husband, you quietly snatched your old suit, a few clothes and walked into your walk-in pantry, pulling down a fake cereal box, your closet of weapons showed, you grabbed your two pistols and throwing knives, and keys to the car and stuffing them in the large backpack. You left a note saying that you would be back and not to worry although you knew that was pointless he would worry but worth a shot, you signed your name, and a I love you and left.

You stared at your GPS 'Well she said to meet her here' you got out of the vehicle and into the ever-going meadow, after a good 20-minute walk, you see a man with two women one with red hair and the other blonde standing in front of a helicopter, you recognized them almost immediately with tears in your eyes "Natasha! Yelena!" you called out, their heads snapped to your direction as you run closer, you could see a smile on Natasha's face and shock and disbelief on Yelenas. See their faces brought up the only few good memories of your childhood. The fake holiday photos, the whistling that you shared, playing with other kids, lessons you learn as a normal kid would, Melina and Alexel, your mother and father, Natasha and Yelena, your older and younger sisters. When you made it to them, you hugged Yelena, and she stood there before she hugged you back "Sister." she whispered, you almost couldn't hear her "Сестра, я скучал по тебе. (sister, I have missed you)" you whispered and rubbed her back. "What about me?" Natasha joked "Not so much. You were too busy playing hero." you teased back, letting go of Yelena "So, who's ass we're gonna kick?" you questioned looking between your sisters "Actually we're broking Alexei out of prison." Natasha corrected you.

You got ready in the white combat suit that Natasha give you, as you were fastening the belt you catch a glance of the ring that bounded you to namor and you placed a kiss on it before putting your wedding ring into your pocket for safekeeping. Taking a deep breath, you grabbed a rope on the other side of the helicopter, both you and Natasha swung down while she landed in a pose, 'God, such a poser' you rolled your eyes and kicked one of the guards off the narrow walkway before landing on your feet. Another guard rushed to you to avenge his fallen coworker just as your feet hit the walkway, quickly you delivered an around-house kick to his side, slamming him into the railing, and the two other guards on your side ran to you, fists and guns raised when you heard a "Duck!" coming from behind you, and you dropped to your knees, to see a rope with a big metal clip bang into their heads, knocking them out. Four Guards ran out the door to you, the first wheeled his arm back and swung his fist forward, you leaned back avoiding the punch, and grabbed his arm moving him to the side which gave you an opening, you kicked him three times in the left side of his torso and then to the stomach sending him flying into his coworker behind him, they tumbled like bowling pins.

The two left blocked both sides and you smirked, you could already see the fear resonating inside them, you almost felt bad. Almost.

Not wasting a second you ran to the one on your right, and as he readied himself for your attack, you slide underneath his legs and used one of your knives to slash his ankle you, threw your knife into his back, and his face hit the metal walkway, the other jolted his foot out coming towards your face, he missed. You rolled away and lifted yourself on your knees, and just as he tried to kick you again you swapped his feet from below him as he fell to his knees you punched him in the face, his head banged into the railing hard and he collapsed cold. You went to get up but you immediately squatted down as the helicopter lowered almost hitting you and Nat, who began to yell at Yelena, to which your younger sister just did a thumbs up.

You and your older sister continue to fight the seaming endless prison guards waiting for Alexei to get to your level. You punched your final guy three times In the face and pushed him over the rail, who was honestly your best friend in this prison broke, you stop dead in your tracks at the sound of a rocket launcher being shot and ice breaking, you didn't even look to the mountains to confirm your suspicion. You turn to Natasha "Nat! We have to go now! Or else we'll be buried alive!" you shouted over panicked screams, Natasha kicked a guard in the face before turning to you "Go! I'll get Alexei!" She shouted back "Are you sure?!" she nodded. You grabbed your rope, climbed up, and into the helicopter, you took a sharp inhale as you sat beside Yelena and put on the headgear anxiety gripping your heart for your sister and father as you watched as snow began to flow down to the Russian prison.

Natasha quickly grabbed the rope and secured herself to it as Yelena turned around and flew the copter to the walkway level, you sighed in relief as both you and your sister looked down, Natasha was able to get Alexei as the copter flew upwards, Yelena laughed and smiled, you giggled as you high fived each other. Natasha and Alexel climbed into the helicopter. Nat stood up and walked towards you, putting on headgear as Alexei cursed the prison Russian before closing the door of the old copter, "oh, I'm so proud of you girls." he spoke after catching his breath standing beside Natasha, though neither of you replied, "Oh, you can't hear me, huh?" he said loudly, laughing he grabbed a headset for his own "Wow" he started but didn't get to finish as Yelena backhanded him the face.

"Okay," he groaned"Why the aggression, huh?" he looked at Yelena "is it your time of the mouth?" God, you hated that fucking question "We don't get periods fuckface. We don't have uteruses." you answered for her, your blood boiling with anger but your voice was calm despite this "Or ovaries." Natasha added, Alexei looked between you three "Yeah, That's what happens when the Red room gives you an involuntary hysterectomy. They kind of just go in and they rip out all of your reproductive organs." Yelena turned around and gestured with her hands "They just get right in there and they chop them all away. Everything out, so you can't have babies." "Okay, Okay, Okay! Okay!" Alexei cut her off not bothering to hide his disgust.

"You don't have to get so clinical and nasty." he spoke sitting down on the chair closest to you "Oh, well, I was about to talk about fallopian tubes but okay." She replies, you smiled and shook your head, looking out the window finding this conversation amusing. "It means so much to me that you came back for me." "No. No. You're gonna tell us how to get to the Red Room." Natasha spoke up "Whoa, look at you, huh? All business." Alexei looked at Natasha "Trust me, this isn't pleasure." she rolled her eyes "Little Natasha, all indoctrinated into the Western agenda." he looked at you three again before his focus went onto your older sister "I chose to go west to become an Avenger, 'cause they treated me like family." She defended herself, refusing to look at her 'Father' "Really? Family? Well, where are they now." Alexei asked, knowing full well what happened. You pursed your lips and continued to look out the window with a glare as Yelena quietly looked at your sister "Where is that family now?" his eyes bored into her "Tell me where the red room is." She fired, her hand gripping the wall behind the driver's seat.

"I have no idea." you and Yelena just scoffed, Natasha finally looked at him, took off the headset, ripped Alexei's off, and sat across from him, "Come on. You and Dreykov we're like..." "Dreykov? General Dreykov, my friend, huh? Gives me glory...Soviet union's first and only super soldier. I could have been more famous than Captain America. Then he buries me in Ohio on that stupid mission" He looked at you and Yelena as you both looked back at him "Three years! So tedious, boring me to tears." You looked straightforward with your fist tightened, fighting the urge to go back there and punch him in the face "No offense, huh?" you rolled your eyes 'yeah like that would make it better' Yelena just shook her head "Then puts me in prison for the rest of my life. Why huh? Why? Why would he put me in...You know why? 'Cause, maybe I want to talk about the withering of the state. Or maybe I don't like his hair or something and I say something casually about that. Maybe you know, I want the Party to feel actually like a party instead of this sourpuss organization. But instead, no. He puts me in prison for the rest of my life. He just runs off and hides, huh?" he finished his 'sad' sob story kicking the toolbox close to him like a child "I'm not even the who, uh, you know..." he quickly pointed at Natasha "I'm not the one who killed his daughter." he said "Can we throw him out the fucking window now?" you asked, already done with his bullshit, "I think we should wait till we get to a higher altitude." Nat answered, "All right." Yelena nodded "Почему бы не спросить Мелину, где он? (Why not ask Melinda where it is?)" Alexei suggested snarkily speaking over your younger sister "Wait, Mom Melina?" Yelena looked back at him, with shock "We thought she was dead." You and Natasha looked at him to which he scoffed "You cannot kill a fox that swift." he smirked.

"Ew." you whispered under your breath "She was the scientist, the strategist I was the muscle. She worked directly for Dreykov far more than I ever did." he informed you "She is working for the Red Room present day?" Natasha asked and leaned forward to see if he was telling the truth "She works remotely outside St. Petersburg." Alexei confirmed. "I don't think we have enough fuel for St. Petersburg." Yelena doubted "No. We're good we'll make it." just like Yelena said the copter fall to the ground, and she was to get it down safely. You sighed as you pushed the heavy door out your way, Natasha, Yelena, and Alexei following you out fields of purple flowers, grass, and trees were all you could see "You should've brought the Avengers superjet." Alexei told Natasha, you glared at him before walking away with your sisters, you swear if he said one more thing you were gonna kick him where the sun don't shine, and then in the face "I swear, if you I hear one more word from him, I will kick him in the face." She spat, thinking the same as you unknowingly "He's the worst." you chuckled "Natasha." Alexei called out "Natasha. Natasha. Come here, I want to ask you something" he beckoned her, you walked farther ahead you didn't want to hear his stupid voice.

Yelena and you stopped and turned around as Natasha's voice raised in volume "What is with this tension?" Alexei questioned, sounding like a kicked puppy "Did I do something wrong?" he really was so stupid and an ignorant, selfish prick "Is that a serious question?" You asked, "I only ever loved you, girls. I did my best to make sure you would succeed. To achieve your fullest and everything worked out." Alexei spoke up like a disappointed father "Everything worked out?" Natasha asked sarcastically "Yes. For you, yes. We accomplished our mission in Ohio. (Y/n) you went on to become the deadliest and most ruthless black widow in the world. Yelena, you went on to become one of the greatest child assassin, and Natasha, not just a spy not just toppling regimes and destroying Empires from within but an Avenger. You three have killed so many people. Your ledgers must be dripping, just gushing red." he pulled you three into a group hug " I couldn't be more proud of you." you pushed him off you, and walked off Natasha didn't hesitate to do the same, Yelena let him hug her a bit more before stalking off to her bigger sisters.

After an hour of walking, you made it to a barged gated sanctuary where your mom stood with a sniper rifle, she took a minute to look between all four of you "Honey, we're home." Alexei smiled, silently she made it to her house Alexei began to follow her "Come on, girls." you and your sisters followed them "Welcome to my humble boat." Melina opened the door and walked through "Make yourself at home." you nodded at looked around the cozy house "Let's have a drink." She sighed as she put away the rifle. You and Yelena sat down beside each other at the dining table, Natasha and Melina sat down not too long ago as you hear Alexei grunting in the bathroom, you wished you could be anywhere besides here right now. you rather be dick down than sit in this awkward atmosphere "Let's drink." your mother suggested grabbing the bottle of alcohol. The sound of a bathroom door opening and Alexei clearing his throat brought your attention to him, you wish you hadn't "Still fits." Melina wolf-whistled and clapped officially traumatizing you "I never washed it once" she admitted, "Come drink." he sat down "Family. Back together again." he smiled looking at his 'family' through Melina corrected him, that they shouldn't use that term anymore "Agreed so here's what's going to happen..." "Okay. A reunion then, huh?" Your dad cut off Natasha reaching over to grab the tub of strawberries

"I want to say something right off the bat. You have an age today huh? You're just as beautiful and as supple as the day they staged our marriage." you shot down your drink, you wanted it felt something other than the absolute disgust within "You got fat. But still good." She flirted as Alexei chuckled " I just got out of prison first. I, uh..." he looked at you three before looking back at Melina " I have a lot of energy." he admitted suggestively "Oh!" she gasped "Please don't do that." Natasha spoke up for the three of you before getting down to business "so, here's what's going to happen." "Natasha, down slouch." Melina scolded her.

"I'm not slouching." she straightened her back like she wasn't "Yes, yes you are." " I don't slouch" Natasha defended herself pitifully "You're going to have a back hunch." Melina gestured with her body. You watched the scene with a small smile for a nonfamily you guys sure acted like one "Listen to your mother." Alexei added "All right enough. All of you" Nat looked at both you and Yelena "We didn't say anything." you started, your smile gone "That's not fair." Yelena continued "Here's what's going to happen..." Natasha started again "I don't want any food." Yelena said as Melina piled food onto yours and her plate "Eat a little something, (Y/n), Yelena, for God's sake." your mother scolded you two "You're going to tell us the location of the Red room." Natasha finished "You know, it's like when you told them that they could stay up late to catch Santa Clause," She said tearfully looking at Alexei " what that was fun. You know, "he come down to the chimney girls. lookout. Where is he?" You wait for him, and then when the cookies are gone, you see he's there. I want them to follow their dreams." "No good." Melina shook her head "Reach for the stars girls." he said loudly "Finding Dreykov is not a fantasy. It's unfinished business." Natasha said seriously "You can't defend a man who commands the very well of others." Melina finally answered got up and came back with a tablet "Come in." she said to what looked like no particular then the door opened and a pig walks.

"Did that pig? Just walk in here, I'm not just seeing things, y'all saw it too?" "Yes. It did." Melina spoke keeping her eyes on the pig, and proceeded to use mind control on it, forcing it to stop breathing. You looked away, gripping your silver spoon, you couldn't, didn't want to watch, she helped the man who used you and your sisters, mother, and girls to do his dirty bidding, She unknowingly used that on all three of you.

"The world functions on a higher level when it is controlled," she said after dismissing 'Alexei' the pig "Dreykov has chemically subjugated agents planted around the globe." she poured herself a drink "And do you know who they test it on?" Yelena asked stoically "Hmm...No that's not my department." Melina looked at her "Don't lie to them. hmm?" Alexei watched as Melina poured him a drink "I'm not lying." "You're Dreykov's architect, huh?" "Where were you? If I was his architect you were his partner. You were his business partner" Your parents began to argue "Shut up! You are an idiot." Natasha spat at Alexei "And you're a coward." She turned to Melina " You're a coward." Nat repeated "And our family was never real, so there's nothing to hold on to. We're moving on" Your gaze snapped to her "Never family, huh? In my heart, I am a simple man. And I think that for a couple deep undercover Russian agents, I think we did pretty great as parents, huh?" Alexei said, "Yes, we had our orders, and we played our roles to perfection." Melina agreed "Who cares? That wasn't real." Natasha shook her head, on the verge of tears "What?" Yelena looked at her, hurting betrayal in her eyes.

"Don't say that." you finally spoke up, causing the whole table to look at you " It was real. It was real to me." Yelena said shaky, pointing to herself "You are my mother." she gestured and looked at Melina "You were my real mother. The closest thing I ever had to one. The best part of my life was fake and none of you told me. And those agents you chemically subjugated around the globe?" Yelena paused "That was us. That was me." Melina looked at her shocked, Yelena's stare switched between Natasha and you "You both got out. Dreykov made sure no one else could escape. Gonna say anything Natasha?" she asked glaring at your older sister "No." she nodded and grabbed the whiskey bottle and stormed off.

"I had no idea" your mother looked from her lap to Alexei "It's okay, it's okay. I'll talk to her." he grabbed his helmet off from the floor and walked the way, Yelena went. Natasha got up and walked toward the weaponry pantry, declaring she do it herself as you and Melina remained at the table "Don't, you wouldn't survive." Melina called after her "I wish I could believe that you cared." Natasha answer back "But you're not even the first mother that abandoned me." you rolled your eyes as you walked to your sister, your mother by your side "No, you weren't abandoned." Melina said, "You were selected by a program, that assessed the genetic potential in infants." Natasha looked at her in shock as you just leaned against the wall bookshelves behind your mother with only thoughts wringing that fat fucks neck like you always wanted to and to be home, with Namor, in his arms, he must be so worried and probably pissed at you. You can't keep lying to him after this is done, you'll tell him everything. He deserves to know, he deserved to know a long time ago the night he found you on the beach with wounds bleeding out, the night you escape. Black widows came from all directions, and you killed every. single. one you wasn't called the deadliest and ruthless black widow for nothing. When you had finally made it safely, exhaustion and pain dig their claws into you, and dragged you down into the sand, you were sure of yourself that it was that, you were gonna die there cold, and alone but your fish man saw you, took pity on you, nurse you back to health. Sealing your fate with him.

You finally came to reality when Natasha pulled you into the pantry and went over her and Melina's plan, she handed you an earpiece and Melina give you a run down on what to expect. You couldn't wait to fuck up those bastards, All you had to do is let yourself get caught.

You groan and shook your head, feeling sluggish from the sedatives, the cell you're held in was somewhat completely White except for the red bed and black floor, the door was made out of pure glass, you looked at the vents that your mother said would be exactly there. You grabbed the throwing knives that Natasha put in your pocket and throw one in between one of the little cracks in the ceiling, with such force it swung open. You picked out the dropped knife and walked onto your cell bed, you grabbed the side on the open vent and took a deep breath as you exiled, you jumped and swung yourself upwards into the metal Airway once landing in a crouch, you quickly reached down and closed the vent. 'just keep going until you find a two-way and make a left, Yelena should be getting surgery, I have Natasha put a knife in her pocket but get to her as fast as possible.' your mother's words ring out, you got there in only a minute, the vent overlooked the surgical area where Yelena lied strapped to a stretcher, you just needed to wait for the moment to strike "What?" Yelena asked out loud, Melina had to have told her about the blade "What are you going to do to me?" she covered up looking at a surgeon. That was your cue, you dropped down, and the harsh sound of metal crashing against the floor alerted the surgeons, wasting no time you pulled out a knife and throw it to the surgeon by the computer, the blade plunged itself into his skull, his body falls to the floor in a pool of blood, as the other surgeon stood shocked Yelena took this time to cut herself and knock him out.

"You couldn't have told me sooner?" She asked you, with a glare "I didn't have time, sorry." you shrugged as you both left the area to find the antidote "Where did he take the vials?" Yelena asked your mother, wiping away the maker on her forehead "Yeah. sure. Easy." She replied to something Melina said as you walked into a long corridor. Yelena picked up the vent and moved aside before dropping down first in a pose after she got up, you dropped down rolling your eyes "Poser." you walked past her "I'm not a poser." "You just posed." "Well i-" you shushed her, looking around the corner to a guard standing there "one up ahead," you informed her quietly " I got this." She smirked, running forward, she hooked her arm around his neck and swing her body to the side, then let him go before sweeping kicking him, knocking him cold. "Cool, right?" She panted her hands on her knees " I could have done better." you playfully teased her, griping his legs and dragging him to the touchpad and with Yelena's help put his hand on it. The doors slide open and clear cabinets filled the whole room, medication and sedatives poison any liquid form contained in them, you both looked at each side "Yelena." you called out to her pointing to the glowing red vials "Melina, we found the location of the vials." she told her, suddenly bright red lights filled the space, you took as a sign run so you did just that, Yelena by your side "Fantastic, We're heading to the widows now." "Fuck." you sighed as the room of what should have been training widows was empty, Yelena noticed a pin wall filled with weapons and grabbed one of the smoke bombs and rubber bands of the vials to it "Let's go," she said running out the other door, you following after her, you opened the door to Dreykov's office, you were about to go in there to help Natasha fight off the widows when Yelena held you back and throw the antidote into the air, the vials breaking and sprinkling down onto the windows, freeing them "Natasha," you started, dropping to your knees in front "You okay?" you pushed her hair away from her forehead, looking at the damage "I'm fine." She reassured you taking your hand and getting up with you "That looks like it hurts" Yelena wrapped her hand around the knife in Natahsa's shoulder as you help Natasha walk to her "Okay. I take out on there, ready?" Yelena asked and yanked it out "I'm sorry." She muttered as Natasha screamed out in pain "Mitä me teemme nyt? (What do we do now?)." a widow asked in Finnish between you and your sisters "You live." you spoke looking at every widow "And get as far away from here as possible." Natasha said, "You get to finally make your own choices now." Yelena add, the moment of peace was entreated by the sounds of explosions.

"We gotta get outta here." Natasha looked at you and Yelena "We need to find Dreykov. Are you coming?" Yelena asked her "I'm right behind you," Natasha said moving to Dreykov's desk to grab something "I'll stay with her go!" you lightly pushed Yelena out to lead the free widows. You watched Nat pull out a ring and slide it against a screen in the desk drawer and type in something, put a Drive into a small box processor to download the files of the widows around the world, you groaned and winced looking away as Natasha snapped her nose back, despite killing and being around countless deaths, you couldn't stand to see your loved ones hurt "Nat." you said in a worried tone, hearing the glass break around you "Just a little bit longer." she continued to stare at the loading screen "Finally!" she quickly grabbed the Drive and you grabbed what was left over the vials and you both ran out the room but the elevator busted out fire, both of you ducked out the way and ran to the waiting room, Natasha pulled out her twin pistols and shot out the glass.

You jumped out into the sky down the red room, you reached out for the outdoor walkway rail, and as its fell from the weight of you and your older sister, you swing yourself into the open busted window from Below, Natasha following not soon after, you ran down the hallway. You granted as you slammed into a wall, having some equipment hit you, you pushed it away and ran again ducking and weaving out of the way from the falling ceilings and items "Natasha!" you screamed as she fall down the floor from a large piece of the ceiling fell on her "Go! I'll be okay!" she yelled back "fuck." you whisper, jumping on your heels debating before eventually listening to her, and jumped over the hole and continue to run down the hallway. Three of the red room's guards saw you and began to shoot at you, really even as you were failing to your deaths they still wanted to kill you? without stopping, you slipped two of your throwing knife and aimed them at the two guards, took in a breath pulled your arms back, and release the blades forward, one stuck itself into the throat on the left and the other landed into the gun's barrel, the guard didn't notice until too late as it blasted into his face, the middle guard got lucky, one bullet lunged into your shoulder but you just gritted your teeth and tackled the man out the windows. You stole a quick glance past his shoulder, the landing pad was a good 3ft drop and you were heading there fast, the guy still wanting to kill you tried to shoot you again but you knocked the gun out of his hand and used it to hit him in the head repeatedly, the ground catch up, you rolled off his body and standing up, a guard in his mind ran past you with a parachute "I'll take that." you pulled him back by the parachute and sweep him off your feet, and kicked him in the face "Okay. Where is my family?" you looked around the chaos while you put on the parachute, immediately you notice Natasha hanging off the side of a wing beside you but also Dreykov rushing into a helicopter and Yelena running to him, you ran after her as the wing began to collapse onto the landing pad, your eyes widened when you realized what she was planning Natasha caught up to you, running side by side "Yelena!" Natasha screamed out "Don't you dare do it!" You screamed out "This was fun!" Yelena yelled back with a smile "No!" you and Natasha yelled but like Yelena, she didn't listen at plugged her staff into the engine of the helicopter causing it to blow up and push her back into the sky.

Natasha grabbed a randomly placed parachute and jumped "Please be okay!" you prayed, jumping with her. driving y forward you and Natasha flew through a fallen helicopter window, you two made it to her, and Natasha put on the parachute on Yelena and pulled the trigger, everything seemed still until in the corner of your eye a weirdly dressed guard was zooming towards you, Natasha pushed Yelena and you out of the andy and then flew to the ground the guard following her. You got separated from Yelena, and a large portion of a wall was coming to you without any way to pass it, you pushed yourself backward and landed on your feet on the wall, ran to the edge, and pushed off, a smaller one was behind but this time you could fly out the way. You were getting closer to the ground so you pull the trigger to your parachute and ducked and rolled onto your feet with what seemed to practice ease though you never went skydiving, you slide it off, held onto your shoulder to stop the bleeding, and walked around for your sisters amongst the fallen debris "Yelena! (Y/n)!" you heard not too far away "Natasha!!" you yelled running to where her voice was "(Y/n)!!" you smiled as you see your big sister and ran into her arms "Are you okay?" she asked hugging you tightly "just a bullet wound, nothin' major." you grinned as she fussed over "Come let's worry about that later, we need to find Yelena." she nodded "Yelena!" "There!" you pointed to her she lay in between debris, her parachute hovering over her on a fallen bar lucky she wasn't trapped, you and Natasha slide to your knees once you made it to her, Natasha shook her "Yelena?" you asked worriedly, Yelena opened her eyes looking between you and your other sister, both clouding her vision and smiled "We're upside down." she got up with a groan and turned to face you "простите меня сестры (Forgive me, sisters)" Natasha spoke "You're my sisters, it was real to me too and Yelena I should've come back for you." she cried "You don't have to say that" Yelena replied "it's okay," you added holding her hand while Yelena laid her forehead against your older sister's, you turned to look at your mother and father after hearing a grunt. All three of you stood up from oldest to youngest watching your parents make their way to you "You good?" Natasha asked Melina "I am clearly injured" your mother replied "You got something to say?" she asked Alexei "I'd just mess it up" he answered offering his hand to her which she took it. The sounds of vehicles came "Here comes the cavalry." Natasha sighed "so what's our plan?" Melina asked "You guys go. I'll stay." "That's insanity. We fight. We fight with you." Alexei spoke up "I'll hold them off." "Natasha, we fight." "We can't split up. You're so pigheaded." "You guys, go" Natasha put her feet down "Besides if it can work out with the five of us, you know, there may be some hope for the Avengers. little bit." she smiled "If you're leaving take this." Yelena took off her vest "I know how much you like it." "Shucks" Natasha laughed "He had widows implanted all over the world," you informed Yelena "Mother will need to copy the formula" you handed her the vials "You should be the one to tell 'em it's over" Natasha nodded to her suddenly the sound of a jet engine landed before your family.

The widows you freed earlier stepped out, walking to Yelena "You came back for us." Yelena looked at them "Мы бы не оставили вас позади. (We wouldn't leave you behind)" one of them said and Yelena walked through the sea of former black widows, touching their hands as she walked by "Thank you." you smiled whistling goodbye Natasha, Yelena shortly joining in, after a minute, a second Natasha whistle back and You, Yelena and parents aborted the jet, you didn't know it but this would be the last time you saw your older sister.

You groaned, holding onto your bandage shoulder, everything ached and hurt, your feet felt like you are walking on glass, and your knees buckled a few times as you walked to the beach house that you shared with your husband, you felt such a relief once you saw it you can't wait to take a shower blood and dirt caked on your face and body but the relief turn to frightfulness as you watched as Namor storm off the porch into you "Baby i-i promise to ever run off like that and I'll tell you everythi—" you started once he stood before you, his hands grabbing you face and pulled you in a kiss full of emotion worry, relief, and love. Tears filled your closed eyes the whole time you acted like you weren't scared but you were, scared you'd never see him again "Do not worry about anything, I'm glad you're back and you can tell me everything once you're ready." he laid his forehead against yours.

"Let's go home In yakunaj."

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my reaction to the resident lover lore drop: part two

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DONNA CONTD

i have a lot to say about the the donna and daniela relationship section, none of which i feel capable of putting into words for the time being. i will, however, say this.

"Donna is watching what could've been in regards to her past self when it comes to Dani and MC"

"Just sometimes [Donna] really wants to hit [Cassandra] you know?" i think a lot of people in the fandom know after Cass' infamous neutral ending

"She grieves but she lets herself live too." all the muscles in my face are convulsing

"Donna struggles to stand up for herself for a long portion of her route and only through the aid of MC will she start to show a little more of her backbone." Donna. i can help you be brave Donna. pick me. choose me. love me. (delusional 3)

"There is a brief scene in which Miranda and Donna are having tea while Donna has a complete and utter breakdown about just how on the edge she is. Miranda of course encourages her to keep spiraling..." miranda i'm going to get you.

"Donna is mentally unstable at this point and can either be sent into the abyss or helped out of the low point toward a brighter future." I CAN HELP YOU TOWARD A BRIGHTER FUTURE DONNA I SWEAR PLEASE (delusional 4)

Depression being a theme is just. I'm going to write a hurt/comfort fic about this.

and, "Destiny [Soulmates]" don't think I'm normal about that either. cuz i'm not.

the nursery being an allegory for Donna. my brain feels like a backyard and you're mowing it with a tiny little lawnmower.

"Hades and Persephone" words. in my mind.

glad that Donna fans unknowingly cracked phantom of the opera though, that's fun

"...she is not unwilling to lunge towards Miranda herself and brandish a weapon in her direction." she's so real for this

"Miranda has had to trigger the loop several times in reaction to a violent outburst of Donna’s." WOOOO YOU GO BABE. FUCK UP MIRANDA'S LIVES HELL YEAH

"MC shows unconditional and unwavering love towards someone with severe abandonment issues and gets a very attached flower shop owner for their troubles." SHUT UP MY HEART.

"...a small part of her is pleased to know she got the upper hand on Miranda. Donna’s ability to make MC explicitly reject Miranda has left the goddess incredibly pissed..." FUCK YEAH

"Post Donna Miranda is particularly cruel about how she treats the toxicologist and parades MC near her but never in reach." top five sentences that make you want to kill a cult leader

"LIKES: Stuffed Animals..." help i love her so much my heart really can't take this

"LIKES: Pranks. I’m sorry she’s a menace" i'll prank her back (by kissing her on the face)

"DISLIKES: Those really sad adoption commercials where they play ‘I Will Remember You’ while a slideshow of really sad puppies plays. They make her cry" NO DONNA POOKIE BEAR DON'T CRY COME HER LET ME HUG YOU

"DISLIKES: Miranda" OMG SHE DISLIKES MIRANDA TOO (shocker) !?!?! WE'RE SO SIMILAR WE SHOULD MARRY ACTUALLY

MIRANDA

MC and miranda being burned alive the first time around. man wtf

love that they were both canonically sickly victiorian children at one point

"Death penalty for sodomy" that actually has me so fucked up. how could you do this to me

"[MC] Drowned, Miranda was nearby but chose not to save them" WHAT WHY

"Mia got mad and threw a stone at MC" i would get mad too if i saw someone repeatedly fall for miranda over the course of multiple timelines

"Miranda ran MC over in an accident" HELP 💀

miranda really fell for the unluckiest motherfucker goddamn. tom and jerry ass

"Yes + Mia" "No + Mia" best way to word this. i will be using these from now on. ask me a yes/no question i dare you.

"This life is when the very first iteration of Eva is born and it completely changes Miranda’s soul as a confounding variable in their soulmate-hood" oh my GOD. i'm a little scared miranda's section might be making me start to like her a little.. NO I REFUSE. THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING.

"Toxic Yuri + Loving" thank you Cinder. i appreciate you for your silliness.

really wish we got more eva content but oh well. maybe in the dlc content the team said would probably come out in a few years/maybe more

"Mia’s soul has slowly changed over time and has grown to naturally despise Miranda’s soul for its unwitting part in MCs death every life" nvm i like Mia infinitely more than miranda

"Mia acts as a foil to Miranda’s relationship in every life they meet because she is - without fail - naturally resistant to them being together and highly suspicious of the way Miranda behaves" FUCK MOTHER MIRANDA ALL MY HOMIES HATE MOTHER MIRANDA. MIA'S A REAL ONE.

"[Bela and Miranda] would be insane if they worked together, but unfortunately, they are narratively designed to be pitted against each other" i disagree i think it's very fortunate they're not on the same team

"Miranda is afraid of [Donna] because she remembers every single time loop... Donna is also handy with sharp objects and has been known to attempt a few murders at meetings when pushed..." fuck yeah. be afraid miranda.

"...views Donna as “cursed” due to her family history of deaths" can i say kys just this once (to miranda).

"Intrinsically offended when MC chose Donna during the loop" be offended. L + bozo + cry about it + Donna's better

"[Donna and Miranda have] used each other as crutches in moments of weakness... they used to have regular tea together in which they would act out their familial roles and encourage each other further down their spirals" i'm actually not okay rn thanks for asking!

...that legitimately has me so fucked up

"Miranda actively encourages Donna’s fears to keep her under control..." "She would kill Angie to both punish Donna and to relieve herself of the annoyance" hey miranda come here. what do you mean, i don't have anything in my pocket. don't worry about it just come here. so i can... hug you. SHANKS YOU MIA STYLE BUT IT ACTUALLY WORKS THIS TIME SHANKS YOU MIA STYLE BUT IT ACTUALLY WORKS THIS TIME SHANKS YOU MIA STYLE BUT IT ACTUALLY WORKS THIS TIME

"Miranda and MC are soulmates, all the way up to their 19th life this is 100% proven and true (even though they don't always get to meet) but the 20th life is different because Miranda is still in her 19th. It could be argued that MCs soulmate is who 20th Miranda was supposed to be. (Could've been if a coin had been flipped)." I'M ACTUALLY HYPERVENTILATING RIGHT NOW THANK YOU FOR FEEDING USTHANKYOU MY HEART OH MY FUCKIUNG GOD ASDFGUIHUADSDHLFKAJHSDFKLGJHDAFKJG. I BANGED ON MY DESK THAT'S NOT EVEN A JOKE WHAT THE ACTUASL FUCK

"MC would go into divorce arc which is salvageable but very long winded" need yall to elaborate on this, also it made me giggle

"The only exceptions are Mia (who told Miranda to fuck off), Bela (who still remembered), and Angie (who doesn’t listen to anybody)." that's so based of all of them. naming them the based squad for this.

"DISLIKES: Her height being mentioned" i don't care if it's a low blow and that she's actually one inch taller than me. i'll call her short. short ass. imagine being 5'6" lmao

part three coming up

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mrmaybank · 1 year

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Fandom: DC, MCU

Title: Did She Run Away?

Series: Wheres My Love (2/??)

Character(s): Peter Parker, The avengers, Talia Al Ghul, Connor Kent, Jon Kent

Request: No

Genre: Fluff, Angst

TW: None

A/N: Reader used to be superman’s sidekick . When I through New York in here, if y’all didn’t expect this to be a DC, Marvel cross over idk what to say

Key:

(Y/S/N) = Your superhero name

(N/N) = Nickname

(S/W) = signature weapon

Masterlist

December 1st, 2019

Almost two years that’s how long you had been here, in New York city. You were living with your friend Peter Parker and his aunt May. It had hit the news quickly that (Y/S/N) had moved from crime fighting in Gotham, Bludhaven, and Metropolis. To fighting crime in New York city, you hadn’t had a run in with the avengers, the rip off justice league as you called them, or heroes that were affiliated with them yet.

That would change tonight though. Since you decided to suit up about two months into your stay into New York, you had only gone after minor thugs. Which you found patrolling, which you were doing at the moment. When a familiar spider-boy who wore bright red decided you need company.

He swung down landing in front of you, before he could say anything you spoke. “What you want?” You asked.

“I thought you would like some company,” he replied, he stuck out his hand. “Spiderman,” he told you.

You rolled your eyes before taking his hand, “(Y/S/N),” You replied. You two began talking for awhile, getting to each other without revealing anything about your secret identities. You too had moved so you were sitting on the side of building with your legs dangling off the edge.

“So what’s it like working for superman?” He asked.

You shook your head, “I didn’t work for him, sure I was his sidekick but there no power dynamic. I would boss him around sometimes, he would do the same to me. He’s my mentor but he was also so much more then that,” You replied.

He placed a hand on your shoulder, “It must have been hard leaving. I don’t what I would do if I had to leave behind black widow or Iron man,” You gave him a sad smile, and nodded.

“Why’d you leave?” He asked. You froze, you hadn’t told anyone not Peter not May. The only people who knew were the ones back in Gotham and Metropolis. He must have noticed your reaction to the question because he quickly told you, that you didn’t have to tell him.

“No, I’ll tell you. It’s fine,” you replied.

“You sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,”

“It’s fine,” you assured him, you took a deep breathe. “My robin died,” you told him.

He tilted his head much like a confused puppy would, “Huh? Your bird died?” He asked.

You laughed and shook your head, “No, Batman’s sidekicks are called Robins. Mine died, he was killed by the Joker. It was couple of years ago but I never got over it, I spent months reviewing the footage from Batman’s suit from that night,” your voice cracked, “Trying to figure out if someway, somehow he wasn’t dead. But I just found myself watching my baby die, over and over again.

I did it until realized he was gone, that he wasn’t coming back. So I started visiting his grave, telling him everything that he was missing. I thought I was okay, I really did. Then one night I found myself fighting the joker. And were there, at the warehouse or what remained of it.

And he started things and I just remembered how mad, I was,” tears rolled down your face, “Mad that this sick son of a bitch was alive, but my baby bird was dead. Then I just snapped and I almost killed him and I just remember thinking that was I wanted to do it. I want him dead, I was gonna kill. If Nightwing and Orphan hadn’t shown up, I would have killed him,” You looked over at spiderman, “I’m not a murder,” you told him.

He shook his head, “Your not a murder (M/N).”

“How..?”

He removed his masking, revealing that he was Peter. “I figured it out, while you were talking,” the brunette explained.

“Can we go back your apartment?” You asked.

Peter nodded, “let’s go,”

March 2nd, 2020 (There is no COVID)

As the elevator went up heading to the top floor, where currently the Avengers resided, so did your nervous. Peter must have sense this because he placed a hand your shoulder, “Relax, everything is gonna be okay,” he told you.

You scoffed, “Telling people to relax doesn’t really make them relax,” You replied, “Besides this like meeting the Justice League all over again,”

“But it’s the avengers this time,”

You shook your head, “Still. Do you know how bad I embarrassed myself the first time, I met the Justice League?”

“It couldn’t have been that bad,” Peter replied.

“It was that bad!” You exclaimed, “I fell into the fucking pool of Justice!” You looked over at Peter and noticed he was trying not to laugh, which earned him a small shove. “Asshole, don’t laugh!”

“I wasn’t laughing at you,” He replied, “Pool of Justice?”

You bit your lip trying to stop yourself from laughing as well because you knew if you laughed, Morpheus would strike you down then and there. “Yeah…the justice league isn’t the best at name things,”

“Then I feel really bad for there children,” Peter laughed.

You shook your head, “Surprisingly there kids have good names, well the ones who didn’t name themselves or had names before they got there,”

“Named themselves? Names before they got there?” Peter asked.

“Well sure the justice league treats there sidekicks and refers to them as there kids but most of them aren’t. Like my buddy Dick, he might be Bruce’s son but Bruce didn’t name him.

Dick’s parents did and so did my parents. And as for naming themselves, sometimes there sidekicks are manmade. Like my brother, Conner. He was made to be a clone of Clark and Lex Luther, he escaped the lab though and he needed clothes. So he stole them from one of the guards and the name on the outfit was Connor,” You explained.

Before Peter could respond the elevator door opened signaling you were on the avengers floor. “You ready?” Peter asked, you nodded. The two of you exited the elevator and walked down a small hallway that took you to living room.

Where a butch of people sat you recognized them all right off the bat. There was Black Widow or Natasha Romanoff, Iron Man or Tony Stark, The god of thunder or Thor, Hawkeye or Clit Barton, Bruce Banner or the Hulk, and Steve Rogers aka Captain America.

They all smiled at you, “You must be (M/N) Kent,” Tony smiled at you.

“I am indeed,” You smiled back.

Natasha patted the space next to her, “come sit down,” she told the two of you. You both did as you were told.

“We’ve heard a lot about you from Peter,” Clit told you.

“Good things, I hope you,” you replied.

“Really good things,” Steve assured you. You spent the next hour or so getting to know them all. It was nice, you laughed a lot this much since Jason died.

“How’d you end up with, Superman and superwomen?” Thor asked.

“My parents dropped me off outside, Superman’s house. Apparently they were work buddies with his Superwomen and they couldn’t take care of me. I was two, they left a note with my name and I haven’t seen them since. But it’s okay because Superman and Superwomen raised me as there kid. There my family,” You explained.

“So why’d you leave, Metropolis and Gotham? If all the family you’ve ever known was there?” Tony asked, “Get tired of the Justice League up your ass?”

You shook your head, “The love of my life died,” you told them. You felt the whole rooms atmosphere change.

“I’m so sorry, what happened? If you don’t mind me asking,” Natasha asked.

“It’s okay,” you replied, “He was murder by the Joker and years later I thought,” You shook your head, “I didn’t think, I knew I was okay. Then I’m back at what remained of the warehouse, he was killed, fighting the Joker and I almost killed him. I was lucky two of my friends were in the area because they pulled me off of him and at that moment I knew I couldn’t stay,” you explained.

“I’m so sorry,” Tony replied, “I wouldn’t know what to do if Pepper died, especially if I found myself fighting the person who did years later,”

“It was hard,” You replied.

“Well, on a happier note,” Bruce spoke up, “we don’t usually summon people to the Avengers tower, you’re aware of that correct?” Bruce asked, you nodded.

“Well were thinking about giving you an opportunity, to work with us. You know this business way better then a lot of us do, and we could use that,” He explained.

You lit up, “Really?”

Bruce nodded, “You could teach a lot of us some things and some of us have been in this game for years.”

“I’ll try my best,” You replied.

“So you in?” Peter asked.

“Of course,” you smiled.

August 23rd, 2021

You sighed as you unlocked the door to your apartment, yes your apartment. You moved out of May’s and Peter’s a couple moths ago. Finally having enough money to buy your own, which you were very happy about. You loved Peter but after a night a patrol all you wanted to do was go to sleep, which was with him that was not so easy.

As you entered the apartment you were quick to realize that the Tv and the light in the living room were on. This set you on alert, you pulled your (S/W) out and slowly made your way to living room. As you got closer you heard a laugh, one you had heard so much that you almost immediately knew who had broken into your apartment.

You rolled your eyes, as your entered the living room. “Con-” you cut yourself off. Curled up, asleep next to Connor on the couch looked like a mini-boy version of Louis Lane who couldn’t have been more then four years old. “Whose that?” You whispered.

“(M/N), meet our younger brother, Jon,” He smiled at you.

You were very skeptical, “Is this another clone?” You asked.

Connor shook his head. “So Clark and Louis…,” you didn’t finish the sentence.

Connor nodded once more, “Yep, they had sex. I wonder how that would work, I always-,” you grimaced and cut your brother off.

“Connor!” You exclaimed, “I don’t wanna think about my mother and father figure having sex!” Your shouting cause Jon to stir next to Connor, immediately opening his eyes.

He blinked a couple times before looking around eyes landing on you. “(M/N)?” He asked. You smiled and nodded, getting down on your knees in front of your baby brother.

“Hello, Honey,” you smiled.

Before Jon could respond Connor spoke up, “You know, Bruce had another kid,” Connor told you.

“Really?” You asked not taking your eyes off of Jon.

“Mhm, he’s an Al Ghul,” This caught you off guard, you turned Connor wide eyed.

“Yep, I know,” Connor replied.

“Holy shit!” You exclaimed.

“Hey! Watch your mouth in front of Jon!” Connor scolded you.

You put your hands up in surrender, “I’m sorry,” you replied.

“You better, do you know how much of a bad mouth Dick, Stephanie, and Tim have?” You watched as Jon visible lit up at those names and quickly looked around.

“Dick?” Jon asked, you shook your head.

“He’s not here buddy,” you turned Connor, “he can’t be more then four, when did Louis have him?” You asked.

“She was three months at the time you left.”

You couldn’t believe it, Clark and Louis probably knew but they didn’t tell you. Hell they didn’t even tell you he was born. You were anger but also hurt, Connor could tell. He could always, he placed a hand on your shoulder. “I’m really sorry (N/N),” he told you.

“How could they not tell me?” You asked.

“I don’t know, maybe they thought you’d come straight home,” Connor suggested, but you both knew it wasn’t true.

“I can’t believe it!” You exclaimed. “I’m just much as there kid your two are,” you gestured to Connor and Jon, “I didn’t know my parents, Clark and Louis were the only I had. How could they not tell me?” You felt tears burn your eyes and at this moment you didn’t care, you let them fall freely.

Connor weakly smiled at you, he moved off the couch and sat down on your right. He took your hand into his, you could tell he was fighting back tears. You two had always been close, doing everything together. So when one broke down, the other was very close to following because you didn’t like seeing each other like that.

You didn’t like seeing each other in pain, or sad, or sick. “(M/N), Clark and Louis aren’t good people. You always looked up to them, so I never wanted to tell you but there not. Heck once Jon’s old enough, and Clark doesn’t need me around to take care of his son. I’m gonna grandma and grandpa, I’m not gonna be welcome at home anymore.

I’m gonna be superboy, he is. Because he was kid Louis and Clark wanted,” You watched as the tears fell down your brother’s face, “Not some clone made of him and his arch enemy, not some random kid left on his door step. He’s gonna be the golden boy, the golden child and were gonna be left behind like we never exist,” Connor told you.

You didn’t wanna believe it but deep down, you knew it was true. There was no avoiding it. “Do you ever wish you lived with Lex, instead of Clark?” You asked.

Connor nodded, “Because he even the small times I see him because I have too. Because as much as Clark and Louis want to deny it i’m his kid too. He treats me better then either of them did, he might be asshole sometimes and supervillain but he’s good dad. You ever wonder, what it would be like if you parents kept you?”

You nodded, “Everyday. I wonder what it would like. If they take me back now, even with how fucked I am,” Connor squeezed your hand.

“You not fucked up,” He told you.

You shook your head, “I am! Connor, I am! I couldn’t take care of myself before Jason died, I can hardly do it now. Hell i tried to kill the Joker. I’m having nightmares about the Lazarus Pit and Jason crawling out of his grave. Even though I know it’s gone, and so is he. I’m fucked Connor,”

He shook his head, as he pulled you into a hug. “I love you so much,” he told you, “Your brother, and trust me your not fucked. Clark, Louis, the

joker, and everyone else is,” you felt an extra pair of arms wrap around you and looked to see Jon.

He smiled at you, “I love you too,” he told you.

You couldn’t help but smile as well, “I love you too, Jon. I love the both of you,” you told them.

“Now I have two awesome brothers!” Jon exclaimed. Your smile grew even wider at that.

February 1st, 2022

You, Peter, and Nat were building away from were the other avengers. There was group of people who had landed on Avengers and tower and Friday classified them as threat. The group of people, they brown robes and on the back of them was a symbol one you had seen before.

You knew it but you couldn’t remember where it was from. You remembered it being from a league of some sort, you watched as leader of the group, a women, looked around and as your eyes laid on her you realized who she was, Talia Al Ghul.

“Shit!” you exclaimed. You moved from the building you were on to the Avengers tower. Nat and Peter’s called your name but you didn’t care, as you cared about was making sure Tony, who blasted was currently pointed at Talia, didn’t do something that would cause a war behind the league and the avengers.

You landed in front of Talia seconds before Tony was about to shoot, “Stop!” You exclaimed.

“Good of you finally show up,” Talia told you, you just rolled your eyes

“(Y/S/N), what are you doing?” Tony asked.

“You can’t hurt her, you’ll start a war behind the league and the avengers and believe me that is the last thing y’all need,” You explained.

“A war?” Steve asked.

“The league is a very power power group,” you turned from your friend toward Talia, “What are you doing here?” You asked.

“Can’t I visit my son’s boyfriend?” She asked.

You cocked your eyebrow at her, “Huh?”

Talia just rolled her eyes, “Jason, my son?”

You couldn’t help but be more confused, “Since when is Jason your son?” You asked.

“Since a couple months ago,” she replied.

“Talia, Jason died. He’s been died for years,” you replied.

Talia just smiled at you, “Oh (M/N), he’s alive,” you froze, “And you know it. You’ve been having dreams of him and the Lazarus Pit,”

You shook your head, “No.” You simply said, “Jason died years ago, The Lazarus pit was destroyed years before that by the Justice League,” You exclaimed.

“Yes, but I rebuilt it. I need someone to take of Damien,” She replied.

“So you brought my boyfriend back to life?!” You screamed.

Talia frowned at you, “I thought you would be happy,”

“Oh i’m thrilled!” You stomped your foot, “So fucking thrilled, do you know how dangerous that is? Talia, sure he can protect Damian but he is gonna have urges cause by Lazarus. He’s gonna be so unbelievably anger at Bruce, the Joker, Dick! Everyone!” You exclaimed. Then you remembered, Damian was in Gotham, “Is he..,” You didn’t finish the sentence, you didn’t have too.

“He is,”

“Talia,“ you whispered.

“I didn’t know,” she replied, “You need to stop before he does,” she told you.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“Your connected to him. You can stop him, you can help him,” Talia replied. One of the assassins whispered something to her and she frowned, “I have to go but you need to stop him.”

Before you could speak they were gone you just stared at where they once were. “(M/N)?” Tony asked.

You turned around and noticed Nat and Peter had now joined the other avengers, “I have to go home, I have to go back to Gotham,” you replied.

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#jason todd x male reader #peter parker #the avengers #talia al ghul #connor kent #jon kent #league of assassins #Clark kent x Son!reader #Louis Lane x Son!reader #Connor kent x Brother!reader #Jon Kent x Brother!Reader #dc x male reader #marvel x male reader #x male reader

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grimreaperschild · 10 months

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bones 2

summary: the group starts to adjust to life, you run into a familiar face on a supply run.

warnings: violence, gore, language if i’ve missed anything lmk

a/n: pls im kinda falling in love w this series 😭 but im exited for what’s to come, hope you guys like the new addition to the group ;) happy reading-🦷

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the first few seconds of waking up are always so blissful, your head tucked into the crook of tara’s neck nuzzling yourself impossibly closer as she raked her hands up your back lovingly, but as soon as you blink the sleep out of your eyes the weight of the say settles itself on your shoulders, digging it’s claws in like some oversized evil bird “good morning sleepyhead” tara’s lips press to the shell of your ear and you snuggle closer, she giggles “you slept in a little today baby everyone’s already awake” you stretch “well everyone’s gonna have to wait for me to brush my teeth” you shuffle around and throw some marvel pj pants on to match your spider-man t when you open the door to your and tara’s room your met with ethan fist raised, he jumped back at the sight of you and opened his mouth to talk you hold your finger up “im brushing my teeth first” he follows you like a lost puppy to the bathroom tara appearing beside you shoving a toothbrush in her mouth and promptly disappearing again.

as soon as your spit hits the basin ethan voice reaches your ears “so i was thinking and there has to be others hauled up in houses i mean if we survived so should other people” you turned the tap, no water great. things are going just great. you push past ethan and into the kitchen in search of your girlfriend she’s stood with sam and mindy, you pick up a pan and spoon and knock them together a couple times “family meeting everyone to there seats” you call thorough the house chuckling as you watch everyone scurry to the living room, it’s been a couple days since the outbreak, a couple days since quin. yesterday you and sam had taken the boards down from her room and thrown her body out the window and you’d all spent the rest of the day cleaning the carpet and making her room as nice as possible, you’d closed the door and boarded it up again out of respect.

you stand in the middle of the room, the coffee table having long been pushed out of the way the only person your missing was anika and you eye the stairs through the door you mentally count to 5 smiling as she rushes down the stairs right on cue “sorry im late sorry guys im here, here” she holds her hands up stepping between people to claim her spot bedside mindy “the waters out sooner than we thought” a collective groan could be heard from the group and you held a hand up to silence them “yes i know, not ideal but we planned for this remember? me chad and sam go scout outside see what it’s like” “im still mad i pulled the short straw if we were measuring dick sizes i wouldn’t have to go out there” “that’s only because me and y/n don’t have dicks, bird brain” you snort and cover your mouth pretending to cough when chad shoots daggers your way “i guess i can’t put this off any longer anyone have any weapon ideas? i atleast wanna be iconic” tara gives you an unimpressed look but you continue on anyway “i was thinking we could hit up the wilderness shop down the way they have guns and stuff good place to loot” sam nods her head “yeah and for the way there i’ve got some climbing gear like picks and stuff” you cock your head to the side “how do i literally live with you and not know we both climb?” her head shoots up “your my sister in law and i don’t know you climb?” excitement lacing her tone “whoa hold your horses im not your sister in law yet” tara gives you another unamused look as sam goes to grab her gear “what do you wanna get married” anika pipes up “i can officiate, chad can be the flower girl” mindy laughs at the statement elbowing her brother in the side “why cant i be a flower girl” liv frowns “because your gonna be the ring bearer” “ethan’s definitely gonna be my best man” ethan’s head shoots up at your words a grin on his face “minds your my maid of honour and sam you can walk me down the isle” “deal” sam agrees having only heard the last end of the conversation.

you grab 2 picks from sam and throw one to chad “let me get out of my pjs and we can go” the light atmosphere turns thick the weight of what’s about to happen, you lean against the door and rest your hands on your knees in out, in, out everything’s ok it’s all gonna be ok you take a shaky breath standing tall, your ashamed to say you jump when you hear 3 soft knocks on the door tara’s head peers in “baby” she breathes and it’s unnaturally soft, it makes you crumble tears cascade down your cheeks “oh, baby” she takes you in her arms “i’ll be waiting for you right here when you get back” she rubs your back softly “when did i become leader” you choke out voice muffled by her neck “i cant do it, why do they all look to me, im not enough” you let yourself cry on her shoulder till there’s nothing left to cry tara whispering sweet nothings in your ear until you pull yourself away turning to get dressed.

when you walk back into the living room dressed in black cargos white t and a light brown knitted jumper tying your hair up in a ponytail chad and sam are waiting shoes already on, you flop onto the sofa as tara brings you your combat boots you tug them off tying the laces tight. “you guys ready?” you look at the faces of the people around you “as i’ll ever be” chad mutters sam nods solemnly in acknowledgement, you stand and make your way to the front door slowly “ethan, liv i want you on door duty, tara mindy i want you on watch” you strain as you move the dresser from the front door you step back and grab your pick as sam unbolts and swings the door open slowly surveying our surroundings “y/n” you turn at the sound of her voice and she presses a soft kiss to your lips your heart flutters at the action “come home, be safe” you allow chad and liv to have there moment before slinging your bag over your shoulders and taking the first steps out the door.

your hands are griping the pick so tight your knuckles are white as the 3 of you make your way down the street towards the hunting store, you’d never seen woodsbrough so deserted some bodys were laying on corners or in the street but you tried not to focus on them as you push on forward, you stifle a laugh as chad bumps into a lamppost while trying to look behind him “good job superman” he rubs his head and shoots you a glare “i don’t see you trying to watch our 6” sam bumps his shoulder “what is this? cod zombies? roger roger” you snort “that’s actually from starwars cod zombies kinda just screech like metal heads” you shudder at the thought “bookie” before anyone can call you a nerd for your starwars comment someone barrels into you knocking you to the floor, you let out a grunt as the person lands an elbow into your stomach effectively winding you “SHIT y/n, fuck i didn’t know it was you im so sorry” the girl stands quickly pulling you to your feet with her.

you stumble into the wall hands falling to your knees pick long forgotten as you suck air in threw your teeth winded for the second time this week it feels like there’s a running theme here. then you look up at your assailant and any air you’d managed to scrape into your lungs was knocked out of you again, amber. my amber, our amber. you blink up at her eyes wild, she was your and tara’s ex of a few months her parents had forced her hand as it “wasn’t normal” or whatever, your thoughts are interrupted as she throws herself into you “tara?” it’s a question you wrap your arms around her “safe, you hurt” you pull away quickly inspecting her “n-“ she’s cut off by chad letting out a yell, you see the brute before she does and you shove her aside diving for your pick in the road, he’s big. easily 6’4 and built he used to be in the biker gang but his leather jacket hangs off him in tatters sam swings her arm back and gets him right in the chest definitely breaking a few ribs by the sound of it she tries to pull her weapon out but it’s stuck he lets out a groan and swings her to the side following quickly as she tumbles to the floor, you make your move while he’s distracted hitting him in the back of the skull, he goes down but you don’t stop 1, 2, 3 hit after hit to his head, brains are smushed onto the pavement and your sprayed with blood as you feel hands on your waist pulling you back “he’s done he’s gone it’s ok” you breath again looking for sam thankfully she’s ok.

the 4 of you make it to the hunters shop with no further incidents sam opens the door for you nodding as you pass by her ok definitely not shaking the title of leader anytime soon better embrace it your eyes land on a hunting knife 7 inches long, Damascus steel with a leather bound hilt you pick it up and it fits your hand like it’s made for you, you smile as you clip it to your belt turning to the pistol rack to choose your gun, gotta pick something iconic you see a revolver not too dissimilar to the one rick in the walking dead has bingo. you silently thank your dad for the shooting lessons he gave you as a young teen clipping the holster to your belt you chuck all the guns and amo in your bag as you can then the gleam of metal catches your eye.

oh, now that, that is iconic overkill? sure but who’s gonna miss out on the chance to carry round a fucking sword you grin as you pick up the roman style sword “really?” you look up to see amber stood with a familiar glint of adoration in her eyes “you telling me i don’t look badass right now freeman?” you smirk as you situate the sword on your hip “im from the fucking roman times, unkillable if you will” she chuckles to herself “you dork” “yeah yeah whatever” she’s armed with a baseball bat and a shotgun good decision. you take a look at everyone, chad is playing with nunchucks and sam is stuffing knifes into her bag “it’s getting dark out, we need to head back ambs you coming with” you wince at the hopefulness in your voice “tar won’t want you out here alone” sam shoots you a knowing look and your eyes fall to the floor “yes. i’ve been in my house alone i was terrified” a pang of sympathy shoots threw you “your safe now, i promise” she holds out her pinky and you interlock it with yours “always?” “always”

oh fuck me. this is going to be the death of me.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x yn #tara x reader x amber #amber freeman #amber freeman x reader #scream #zombie #zombie apocolypse au #amber x tara

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howlingday · 5 months

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Oh I got a fun idea in honor of Bayonetta 3 being released let's get a Aunt Bayo au:

It was combat class teams RWBY and JNPR were waiting for the next match. Most of teams have fought and only Jaune remained as he was being called he wait in the center of the arena. Being a little nervous as someone wasn't called to fight him only for him to hear a slight chuckle and gun shots hitting near his feet.

???: OH Lobo my adorable nephew it's seems you been a naughty puppy making your mommy worried sick for you.

A few more shots came out as his shield and sword were shot off him and off the arena. As the shots keep coming it makes Jaune dodge and unintentionally showing dance moves just not trying to get hit. Another laugh is heard as the sound of heels come from the other side of the arena as a very tall woman with black hair comes out

Jaune: Damnit Aunt Cereza I thought I told you I'm not a do--(was interrupted as another shot hits near his feet making him trip)

"Ah, ah, ah~!" The unknown woman warned with a wag of her finger at the huntsman in training. "Pups should know better than to bark at their betters~."

Jaune Arc grumbled under his breath. "More like a bi-" A gunshot echoed as a bullet landed between his legs, dangerously close to his groin.

"Better." She adjusted her glasses. "Your aunt decides to visit you on her day off, and this is how you treat her?"

"Day off?" Jaune got to his feet and furrowed his brow. "I didn't even know you had a job. What is it?"

"I'm a witch~."

Jaune blinked at this information. "But witches aren't real." He glanced over to Professor Glynda Goodwitch, who had remained silent as she watched the family reunion. "Uh, are they?"

"Why are you looking at me, Mr. Arc?" With a gulp, he looked back to his aunt. Professor Goodwitch would remember this.

"Witches are very real, Lobo," she sauntered past him, "and I'm here because I wanted to see if you're ready to perform."

"Perform what?"

"Perform for your auntie, of course." She smirked, looking over her shoulder. "I want you to show me how much you've grown." She pointed a finger at his opponent, Cardin Winchester, a young man twice Jaune's size. "You have been practicing, haven't you?"

"I've, uh, been training." Jaune replied, unsure what practicing she was referring to. He reached for Crocea Mors, only of them to be sent spiraling out of the arena by gunshot. He yelped.

"Now, now," Jaune turned to find his Aunt Cereza gone, then turned again to find her standing off to the side, posted right in front of his weapons, "you'll get your chew toys back when you do your tricks."

He looked again to Professor Goodwitch. She adjusted her glasses and sighed. "You may begin when both members are ready. Are you ready, Mr. Winchester?"

"Ready." He said, not without his signature sadist smirk. Or, well, signature in Jaune's eyes.

"Mr. Arc, are you-"

"He is, Glinny." Professor Goodwitch flared her nostrils. A couple students giggled behind her, which were silenced as she glared at them.

"Both combatants are ready." Jaune raised a finger. "Begin!"

Cardin charged forward like an Ursa. With a leap, he raised his weapon, the aptly named Executioner, high into the air, then tugged forward to slam it down onto Jaune's head. Jaune stood there, eyes wide with fear. A thunderous crash echoed throughout the entire auditorium, a common event in the Arc/Winchester bouts.

Uncommon, however, was Jaune standing behind Cardin, completely unharmed.

"Huh?" Jaune looked around his body. Off to the side, Bayonetta smiled. "What just happened?"

"You got lucky!" Carding roared as he swung wildly behind him. Jaune bent backwards, landing on his hands, then springboarded further in retreat, creating a huge gap between the combatants. "What the hell?"

"That's what I'm saying!" Jaune agreed. After slapping his face a couple times, Cardin barreled forward once more. Jaune bent, swayed, and jumped out of harm's way with acrobatic ease.

Slowly, memories flashed in his mind. Cereza taking him to dance lessons, showing him the different motions. When some thugs attempted to mug them, she quickly dispatched them while showing off her dance moves. Jaune thought he dreamed that night, as she disappeared the next morning.

"Enough!" Professor Goodwitch called. "The match is over!"

Cardin wanted to argue, but he was too exhausted to even lift a finger. Looking to the board, Jaune saw Cardin's aura had dipped into the red. His, however, hadn't even reach yellow yet. He blinked a couple times, trying to be sure this wasn't a dream.

"What... just happened?"

Off to the side, Bayonetta continued to smile. He was ready.

#rwby #bayonetta #jaune arc #cardin winchester #glynda goodwitch #rwby au #cereza

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akariamai · 1 year

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Familiar [Part 3]

Part 1, Part 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x immortal!reader

Word Count: 1131

“Do you want something to drink?” It was the first thought that came to mind, and it had slipped seamlessly from your lips. A familiarity of what you once were taught by your mother. “Water? Lemonade?” It’s been a while since you’ve welcomed someone into your house. Hospitality escaping your trembling figure as it's been too long.

“Water’s fine,” It was painfully obvious he was uncomfortable. Probably believing, before making his way onto your doorstep, that he wouldn’t make it this far. That you would’ve closed the door in his face and left him to face his demons alone. “Thank you.” He offered a small awkward smile.

You grabbed the pitcher and poured water, cool as a cucumber, into one of the wooden cups you’ve collected throughout your travels. Placing the cup in front of him, you took a seat on your couch, waiting for him to start the conversation.

You let him in, and it terrified you. You’ve never done that before, and you know how it ends. Him six feet under and you continue to live with another broken heart. You hated your heart and how easily it accepts people. You were unfit to be an immortal. You were too gentle and loving. Every attachment you’ve made left you more broken than the last. You isolated yourself to protect your already shattered heart. It seems your attempts were futile. Your past just walked right in.

Bucky was silent. Probably not knowing how to even start the conversation. He was broken and bruised by the world he sought to protect. Getting nothing in return but torture and hatred. When the words finally arrived, he took another sip of his water, gathering enough courage to start, and said, “Thank you for letting me in.”

Those were not the words you were expecting to hear. His words were startling as they were gentle. He truly was thankful. He’s been shut out for so long, he expected everyone to treat him the same. An unlucky fool and mindless Hydra tool.

You’ve seen the way the government had portrayed him. A man capable of acting on his own accords however, it was further from the truth. He was a war victim. A captured soldier. A man who lost his life and soul to a heartless organization. The man sitting before you was attempting to regain his life back. Without his family or his longtime friend. They were gone and he was here.

“I was lonely.” You confessed. This man had faced many lies in the past. He deserved the truth. “That’s why I left you in.”

“I-” He began before heaving a long sigh, “I just wanted to ask a few questions. My mind has been scattered. I don’t know what is real or what I’ve imagined. I recognized you. We’ve met before.” He was reaffirming what he knew. His reason for coming here. “Can you tell me? If it was real or not?”

“Okay.” You agreed. His mind might not be all there, the part of him that was Bucky Barnes from the ‘40s, it’s fragmented throughout his subconscious. You could only help with that one day. You were not Steve. You didn’t know him like Steve.

“Steve tried to help you and you tried to help Steve. True or false?” He looked at you with puppy eyes. He might not have known he was doing it, but it painfully struck your heartstrings. Damn your gentle heart.

“True.” Steve always wanted to be a hero. You’d gathered as much from the short time you’ve spent together. Only to be reaffirmed when he fought in the war.

“You were in the alleyway?” He asked before clarifying, “Behind the movie theater?”

“True.” His mind is surprisingly more intact than you’ve previously thought. It was a miracle he didn’t suffer from something more permanent. Would it be called luck? Was it lucky to be caught by the enemy? He was alive but at what cost? His freedom? His body? Was it worth living?

“You were...” He thought for a moment, “Hitting a man with a pipe?”

You shook your head, “False. I didn’t have a weapon. Only had my fist.” Could dreams slip into his memory or alter it in any way. Could it be a normal phenomenon of misremembering a memory. “You remember me with a pipe?”

“I thought so.” He muttered quietly, “It’s muddled. Almost too fuzzy to comprehend.” He was scared his memory was fading into fantasy. An imaginary scenario born out of the dreams he had during his involuntary cryosleep. It seemed dreams and memories collided together when he woke up. Leaving him questions rather than the answers he hoped to find.

“Do you remember what happened afterwards?” You asked. Did he remember everything that happened that night?

“No...” He went quiet for a moment, “I don’t know.” He was trembling. He placed the empty cup onto your table, not trusting himself to not crush it, and fear laced face. You didn’t want to make sudden movements, worried of startling the man and making him feel worse, you chose to speak.

“Do you want me to tell you the rest?” You asked patiently, “You can fill in the rest with what you remember.” He gave you a small nod, still shaking and still terrified. Words seemed stuck in his mind.

You spoke slowly, in case he wanted to speak, “You heard the commotion and saved the day with your fist. It didn’t take you long to finish the fight. You made sure Steve, and I were alright before you started to flirt with me.” You paused, waiting to see if he would interject, “You were charming, a well-practiced lady’s man, you swept me off my feet.”

“We went to an ice-cream stand.” He cautiously added, “I ordered vanilla and you ordered...”

You helped him, “a Nutty Buddy cone.”

“Right.” He stared at the wall, waiting for you to continue the story.

“We spent the day exploring New York City together. I told you it was my first time, and you were determined to show me all the cool spots before we’d part ways.” It was an amazing adventure packed in a day. It was still one of the best days of your life.

“We went dancing?” He asked.

“Yes.” You nodded, “We danced all night long. We were dead on our feet, but you still walked me home. Like the gentleman you are.”

“I waited for you to go inside.” He stated. That part of the memory was blurry. He couldn’t remember the building, but he knew he waited till you locked the door. He recalled the sensation of being alive coiled in his fatigue. He’s always been a lady’s man, but it felt different when he spent the day with you.

#Bucky Barnes #James Buchanan Bucky Barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky #self-insert #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x you #falcon and the winter soldier #falcon and the winter soldier imagine #Immortal!Reader #Winter Soldier #marvel one shot #Steve Rogers

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herarcadewasteland · 7 months

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Happy Death Day V

A/N: Purge night.

-SKZ x reader, 18+.

mature content, violence etc. its the purge. skz lowkey yandere. descriptions of violence and injury.

(birthday post :/ im too old now pls)

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previously on happy death day;

You flinched with each hit of his spit against your tongue, your eyes closing as he shut your mouth roughly, teeth clacking together painfully as your eyebrows contorted in disgust. His gaze held firm as his hand shifted to pinch your nose closed, the action forcing you to open your mouth and drool everywhere or swallow and breathe normally again. Your choice was decided quite quickly for you as Hyunjin raised a single eyebrow, his free hand reaching into the waistband of his dark jeans to pull a pistol from within. Your eyes widened but you weren’t that surprised seeing he had one on him, all of them probably did. What caught you off guard was the click of the safety and the press of the gun against your throat.

“I suggest you fucking swallow if you don’t want me to blast out your pretty throat with something other than my cock.”, Hyunjin was growling now, his voice surpassing Felix’s deepest tone as he cocked his eyebrow higher, a small mocking smirk curving his pretty lips, “That would be such a shame wouldn’t it? Yeah, I think it would.”

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Noises of agreement followed albeit muted ones, the other boys clearly hesitant to disrupt whatever Hyunjin had planned. The force of the weapon had you gulping quite loudly, Hyunjins pleased smirk causing you to glare his way. It should’ve been a given that it was a bad idea to glare at a man holding a gun very close to your body, but you don’t seem to learn. The wave of silence that flew around the room when your glare was caught sent chills across every bare appendage in the room. It was eerie, dark. Tense.

“Drop that look right fucking now.”

“Make me.”

Hyunjin’s eyes widened slightly, a thumb dragging across his bottom lip with a tilted head. In mere seconds, his anger was varnished with joy, laughter leaving him but causing you no happiness as the gun dragged up your throat to press against your jaw with a harsh push, your head jerking up to meet his dark stare head-on.

“Repeat that.”

You shook your head silently.

“I said,”, he growls, pressing the gun harder against the bone, “Repeat that, darling.”

You whimpered this time, his answering glare enough to make you struggle in your spot. A few lone tears tracked down your face as he scanned you for anything that may be a weakness. Your entire being was a weakness, he realized. You were weak. That’s why he was so quick to bring you to tears. You had been reduced to so little over the past hour or so that he didn’t even have to shoot you in the leg for fun. Pushing the head of the gun against your vulnerable spots did the trick perfectly. The cold metal sent goosebumps down your spine so his taunts didn’t and in all honesty, he was glad he didn’t have to work too hard to break you down further.

“Fuck you!”

Twah. Twah. Twah. Twah. Twah.

Heavy, anxious breaths filled the room, your own panicked and quick as you kept your eyes closed. The feeling of Hyunjin’s spit sliding over your nose slowly and dripping over your lips was enough to have you violently shaking as a few of them laughed near silently at your expense. Others cackled like hyenas, Minho’s face turning red from the consistent force of his laughter.

“Ohhhh you’re pushing it now!”, Minho was still wheezing, his hands waving about in front of him as he nudged Felix roughly.

“That was a horrible idea, puppy.”, Seungmin was stern, his fingers clicking the lighter as he stood slowly to take up position next to Hyunjin.

The rest of the boys were dead silent once more, your words sending what hope they had for Hyunjin going easy on you out the window within seconds. Too shocked by your own words to say anything else to sass him, you pressed your lips together, eyes squinting as you watched his face drop into the coldest look you had ever seen from such a pretty boy. The two stood in front of you with similar looks of disappointment with pure danger. It was putting you on the edge of begging them to just kill you like they did your parents. Somehow, they sensed that. Changbin walked over with a fresh bucket of water. Minho laughed obnoxiously as he walked past him, his sharp eyes meeting yours again with a mocking glint of concern.

A swift warmth trailed through your body in the next second before the burning followed. It was scalding. More shivers covered your beaten body as the heat wore off, the chill of the night hitting you in full as the rush left you shaking. Minho wasn’t the only one laughing this time, Hyunjin’s hysterical laugh shrinking you in on yourself until your legs were free in an instant, his large hands yanking you from your chair to send you flying face first on the floor, your hands supporting your upper body as your leg aches, a pained cry escaping you twice fold when Seungmin kicked it lightly.

“Stupid puppy couldn’t even remember basic manners. You should have just been good, hmm?”, Seungmins veiny hand gripping your matted hair in a harsh grip, your neck bending awkwardly as he whispered in your ear, “Maybe you should listen. Might get a treat instead of a punishment.”

Hyunjin was next to grip you, his hand covering the expanse of your reddened neck, as he growled. Not words. Not an emotion. Just a cold, heart stopping growl that echoed off the walls left standing. The pure anger behind a single noise had you breaking, tears streaming down your face in another continuous trail as you trembled in the holds on you and under the gazes directed at your pained expression. All was silent for the few moments it took your mind to go past the point of blank.

“Please…”, you whimpered, your eyes searching theirs for any sign of mercy, “Just kill me…”

Your last words came out as a mere whisper, Hyunjin and Seungmin not even being able to pick it up until you dropped forward as their grips dropped.

“JUST KILL ME… please.”

SIlence took over the room for the hundredth time.

“Please…”, your voice was desperate and the boys picked up on it clearly, some of their eyes watering as others were overcome with anger.

A cold-hearted tsking filled the spaces between your sobs, your eyes widening dramatically as Minho had his own hand around your neck now. His eyes were dark as he watched you struggle to sob through his grip, a sort of satisfaction crossing his face as your own puffy one turned redder than it had previously.

“I don’t think you want that~ Tryna get away from us when we don’t allow it is unacceptable and must be punished. I'm sure you know that by now. Lixie is going to have some fun with Seungmin and you now, okay? so sit still like a good girl and it won’t be even worse for you.”

He was mocking you at this point, an echoing click of Seungmin’s lighter and the clack of Felix’s knife taking over your senses as you squirmed in Minho’s hold in a last ditch attempt to get away or even lessen the pain you were no doubt about to experience.

The sound of the lighter running at full force had shivers trailing across your body slowly as the two in question entered your field of vision, weapons in hand. Felix had his knife held with a gloved hand, Han now missing one of his from his pocket as Seungmin held the lighter to the blade.

The veined hand around your throat still seemed to mock you as you watched the blade slowly turn from a pale red to bright orange, the metal warping slightly as it heated. The smirk the two boys sent your way was enough to have you sobbing past Minho’s hand again, your eyes closing in preparation.

Nothing could have prepared you though, for the burning sting that pierced the skin of your shoulder, blood not even pooling as the blade rapidly cooled inside your flesh, tears tracking down your skin and burning the wound more than the residual heat of Felix’s knife. It was an indescribable pain, the burn, the sting of your skin tearing and being punctured as intense heat followed. From the reactions of the boys, the sensation of your skin attaching itself to the cooled blade before it was pulled from your shoulder was not incorrect, your blurry eyes registering the bits of your skin hanging on to the edges of the knife.

“What the fuck.”

“I didn’t agree to that much damage.”

“Woah, woah! Lixie, Minnie back down. Now!”

The world blurred around you as their voices became one as slowly as unconsciousness came to you again, concerned gazes surrounding you as you collapsed forward gently with the help of Minho. Chaos followed your departure from consciousness, voices yelling at each other and the two responsible for the missing skin on your shoulder, red faces mirroring back at each other on other members as they scrambled to do what they could to lessen the pain and help you heal better in the end. Felix was dragged away from your prone figure along with Seungmin by Jeongin and Changbin, their faces blank save for the lining of tears in their eyes.

“We said we would never let anything go in her! Are you two dumb?!”

“She could be so hurt by this in the long run. What if it gets infected?”

“Why?! She annoyed us all but you had no right to take that as a go ahead to stab her!”

“Get her on the couch, put something cool on the wound and get the first aid kit. She’ll need stitches. Minho, wash your hands. You’re up.”

Motion filled your house as Felix and Seungmin were dragged away from you and locked in a room, Minho washing up carefully as Hyunjin grabbed the first aid kit after moments of frantic searching. Changbin and Chan made sure you were comfortable in a position they could hold you down in for when the pain of the stitches woke you so abruptly.

Deep breaths were shared in the tense silence as they watched you in varying degrees of worry and anger at the two responsible. It wouldn’t be a purge night without twists and turns though, so they took in stride the best they could, Minho pulling gloves onto his hands before setting up the suture as the others gathered around in a small circle.

“Ready? Make sure you have a hold on her, yeah?”, Minho’s voice was as steady as his hands, his training kicking in and calming the group as you laid prone on the couch.

Nods answered his question, eyes trained on you as his hand closed in on your shoulder being dried by Han. The moment the suture pierced your skin, you were twitching in your sleep, movements pausing around you in case you woke up and panicked. Once you settled, Minho’s hand was moving smoothly. With their attention focused on your shoulder and not your face, no one noticed your eyes slowly blinking open with tears lining your lashes already. Minho was the one to notice when he glanced up at you to double check your passed out state, his eyes widening when they met yours.

“Hold her!”

His words startled the boys, their grip tightening as they took notice of your awakened state. You looked around drearily, the pain making you slightly dazed until your body lit up with the pain signals, your arms fighting the holds the boys had on them to try and tug out the suture. Being held still was a slight struggle but it was done successfully, Minho finishing your stitches with little to no struggle once numbing spray was applied to the area. The harsh grips on your body calmed once the stitches were tied off, your eyes flicking between them before you shook your head, eyes focused on the door rattling with the force of two men hitting it forcefully.

“What the actual fuck?”

A few muted chuckles followed your statement, some more annoyed than relieved that you still had your attitude about you. Hyunjin opened his mouth to answer, his eyes catching yours through his hair before they flicked to the door holding back the two responsible for your stitched shoulder along with everyone’s.

Yours followed slowly, the resounding bang that had sounded sending chills through your body. Ragged breathing filled your ears as the boy’s angry shouts and protests were washed away by the gazes of Felix and Seungmin, both breathing heavily and standing tall just outside the now broken door, dark eyes trained on your body as you stared back at them with fear filled eyes.

“Y/n.”

You said nothing, eyes watching each slow step they took towards you until you launched yourself over the back of the couch, past Changbin and Jeongin to hobble as fast as you could out the hole in your house. They watched you with concern, but Jeongin watched you with darkening eyes, his tongue sweeping over his bottom lip as a smirk pulled at them. Minho shared a knowing glance with Han before Jeongin was walking slowly after you, a whistled tune following from his pretty lips as he tucked his hands in his pockets smoothly.

The crunch of the broken wall alerted you to someone following you, your head turning as you stumbled down the driveway. You made eye contact with him as he continued to follow you, his haunting whistle and smirk shooting pains from your shoulder to your leg at the pure danger in his eyes as he strolled after you casually, almost as if he was watching you walk through a field of flowers and not running away from him as gunshots and screams played as a soundtrack for his chase.

“Oh little bunny~”, his tone was condescending, mocking you as you stumbled away from him, “You’ll need to run faster if you don’t want me to catch you~”

Your steps stuttered, arms flailing to stop yourself from falling until you righted your steps, turning away from his dark eyes as he laughed, head thrown back and eyes closed until it snapped forward, eyes narrowed on your retreating figure.

“And believe me, you really don’t want that.”, Jeongin called after you, his steps slowing slightly as his whistling picked up again, the song burned into your brain as a source of fear.

Your fear increased ten-fold as he began singing, your heart stopping as his voice reached you. It caused conflicting emotions. The beauty of his voice made you want to stop and listen but as the lyrics registered, you wanted to simultaneously curl up in a ball and cry yourself to sleep and never wake up.

“Run, run for your life.”

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winter-turtle · 1 year

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Very Normal, Totally Regular Human Intern

For: @oriocookie

Written for @friendly-neighborhood-exchange

Summary:

Peter being Peter, he insisted he came along.

“I’ll be like a… like an emotional support dog!”

And Tony being Tony couldn’t say no to those puppy eyes. The kid was just good like that. Always offering to help.

“All right. But keep your head down, you hear me? I’m merely taking my very normal, totally regular human intern for a joyride, not Spider-Man.”

Rogers and his merry band are granted a parole they are to serve at the Compound. Tony made Peter promise to keep his powers hidden, but when he wakes up kidnapped along with the kid and the Rogues, it takes Peter about ten minutes to break the whole totally regular human intern façade.

Word count: 5262

Ao3 link

Consciousness came slowly to Tony. It felt like he was trying to swim up to the surface of a deep pool, except the water was replaced by tar. But he was getting somewhere. The muffled sounds became clearer, turning into human voices. The closer to the surface he was, the more he could distinguish. Several men’s voices, one feminine, and one that was very familiar. Young.

Huh. Who was it?

Tony swam higher to get to the answer.

“I mean, I don’t have to talk to you. I take stranger danger kind of seriously, you know?”

Ah. What a bold lie. He knew exactly who that was.

“I have the right to remain silent.”

“Then by all means feel free to do so,” Tony murmured against the hard cement floor, tongue feeling like a sandpaper. God, his head hurt.

“Mr. Stark!”

Tony grimaced. “Yeah, not helping, kiddo.”

“Oh,” Peter said, lowering his voice, “sorry.”

Still, the relief in Peter’s (loud) cry set Tony on the edge. Something smooth and steely hit his face when he moved to rub the foggy feeling from his face. With more effort that it should take, he opened his eyes, only to be met with… something that began to ring alarm bells.

Firstly, the steely thing that hit his face was actually some pair of thick cuffs connecting him to the ground with a short chain. Secondly, there was Peter looking at him from across the circular room with low ceiling, his hands disappearing behind a thick pipe. And the third thing…

The kid was sitting between Black Widow and Winter Soldier, who were chained in the same manner as Tony. If it wasn’t for the fact that both of them were out of the kid’s reach and Barnes’ metal arm being nowhere in sight, Tony would’ve gone into a cardiac arrest there and then. He’d never thought he would be happy about some chains.

“Nice of you to finally join us.”

Next to Natasha sat Barton, who by the looks of it would be no help either. Beside the two of them, the left side of the room was empty, except for the door. Tony went to inspect the right side of the room, skipping Barnes altogether. Next to the Manchurian candidate was Wilson, and next to him—

“Oh come on,” he groaned.

It was Steve’s turn to grimace. “Tony,” he greeted awkwardly.

“Alright, not to be a… Karen?...” he glanced at Peter, wondering if he used the slang correctly, “but I want to speak to the manager of this – what I assume is – kidnapping. I want a different chainmate.”

Unbelievable. Just unbelievable. He, Peter, four Rogue Avengers and one ex-Hydra assassin – all a bit worse for wear – were trapped in some concrete room, and after the whole publicized fiasco, someone had the gall to put the two of them next to each other.

Pettiness aside, it was time to figure out how they got here.

The Rogue Avengers were granted a parole, and if they manage to uphold it, the parole will turn into a full pardon. In order for that to happen, they needed the place to stay. Since Tony wasn’t known for making the best decisions most of the time, he offered the Compound.

So far the memories tracked.

One of the conditions was no weapons, so Tony had all their ‘dangerous’ stuff loaded on a Quinjet and went to meet them halfway. There they would switch planes. Weapons out, Avengers in.

Peter being Peter, he insisted he came along.

“I’ll be like a… like an emotional support dog!”

And Tony being Tony couldn’t say no to those puppy eyes. The kid was just good like that. Always offering to help.

“All right. But keep your head down, you hear me? I’m merely taking my very normal, totally regular human intern for a joyride, not Spider-Man.”

“Regular human, got it!”

The memories got hazy after that.

“Hey, kid, did we make it to the meeting point?” Tony asked.

Peter’s eyes quickly went over the room, then shook his head. “We were about ten minutes out I think when the Quinjet started to go down. The controls weren’t working so we strapped in, but we still bonked our heads pretty hard. Everything was fuzzy and you weren’t reacting,” he swallowed around the world, “then some people showed up and… I don’t remember anything after that.”

Ah. That would explain the bump and some flaked skin on the kid’s forehead. And if Peter looked like that, Tony had to look way worse. He definitely felt like it. A concussion, most likely. How he wished for the kid’s ability to bounce back from concussions like it was nothing.

“That’s how they got our plane too,” Barton said.

“How long have we been here?” Tony – reluctantly – looked at Steve, who then looked at Natasha, who looked at Peter, who pressed his mouth into a thin line and shrugged. “So you woke up first, huh, buddy?”

God, he must’ve been terrified. Waking up injured in some dungeon surrounded by lifeless bodies of the Earth’s mightiest heroes.

“Tony, who is this?” Steve asked.

“None of your business,” Tony snapped defensively, followed by hissing through another painful wave.

“I’m Mr. Stark’s intern. Totally very normal human intern.”

Yeah, a bit on the noose there, kid.

They had to get out of this place, if only for the fact that Peter’s presence started raising questions Tony forgot his previously prepared answers to. “Rhodey had to notice the plane went down. I bet he already got Happy on the case and sent out a rescue party.”

But who would come to save them? Rhodey was still in no condition to operate the suit, most of his former teammates were here, his Iron Legion wasn’t in fully operational condition yet after the move, and Vision was who-knows-where with Wanda. Essentially, there was no one capable of springing them out besides maybe King T’Challa… who was on a different continent.

Damn it.

“We might as well start to think of a plan in the meantime,” Wilson proposed in an attempt to sugar-coat the bitter reality. He wasn’t the only one to realize the rescue wouldn’t be coming any time soon.

The few ideas they came up with were mostly ruled out to be useless or relied on the kidnappers to reveal themselves – there had to be an opening when they are taken to the bathroom or for interrogation or something. Breaking out using brute force was out of question. Whatever they were shackled with, it was enough to contain Captain America, one of the strongest people on the planet.

If Tony were to guess, they found the stolen vibranium from Wakanda.

None of them could break free. None except Peter. The zip ties he was tied up with were sticking out like a sore thumb.

There were seven of them in the room, but only six of them were chained to the ground. It appeared that their kidnappers, no matter how ready, didn’t account for Peter’s presence on the plane. He couldn’t blame them, really. Peter wasn’t supposed to be on board in the first place.

Tony should consider themselves lucky. After all, the kidnappers could’ve dealt with the unexpected cargo… differently.

It didn’t take Peter that long to notice the looks sent his way. “I could—”

“No,” Tony stated firmly.

“But Mr. Stark—”

“No buts, Peter. I said no.” Regular human, remember? he tried to say with his eyes.

“Kid, even if you wanted to, you won’t be able to get out of those,” Barnes rasped, keeping his eyes on the floor. “Those are some type of heavy duty zip ties. They have tensile strength of about 300 pounds. Nothing like the zip ties you might’ve seen.”

Yeesh, even if the baddies didn’t know about Peter’s powers, it felt like an overkill.

Tony could see the cogs turning in Peter’s head. He knew that look too well. “Kid, don’t,” Tony warned. Regular human, regular human—

Peter’s expression turned apologetic before turning into steely determination. He tensed his muscles, took a deep breath and snap. His arms were spread out, one plastic ring still wrapped tightly around his wrist, the other one dangling from his sleeve.

“Didn’t you say those things can hold 300 pounds?” Wilson whispered loudly to Barnes. “You had to lie, man. No way that bean string ripped something like that with no effort.”

“No, no,” the kid said as he tossed the ties to the ground, “I’d say these were only around 200 pounds in tensile strength.” He gave no one the time to ponder or ask questions further. He jogged to the door, followed by a chorus of panicked “no, no, no”s and “what are you doing”s, but instead of grabbing the handle and recklessly throwing himself into the hallway, Peter dropped to his knees and pressed his hands and ear against it.

“Son, what are you—”

“Shh!”

“Now hold on for a—”

“Shh!”

Wow. Tony never thought he would see Captain America being shushed by a highschooler. And that it would actually work.

Seconds passed until Peter squirmed and sheepishly turned to Clint. “Uh, Mr. Barton, your heart is beating kinda loud,” he addressed the man. “Can you maybe… do something about it?”

The archer looked at loss of words. “Wh- no! Because why do I have a feeling you’re about to something dangerous?”

Oh yeah, Peter was about the same age as one of Barton’s smaller agents if Tony remembered correctly. It was understandable the kid’s presence would pull at his dad strings.

“It’ll only be dangerous if I can’t hear properly.”

Clint’s mouth opened and closed several times, swallowing whatever retort was on his tongue. He exhaled loudly through his nose – letting everyone know he didn’t agree with anything – then quietly inhaled. Satisfied, Peter closed his eyes again and resumed his previous position.

It might’ve been only a minute of the soul-crushing silence, but to Tony it seemed like an eternity.

“All rooms and hallways near here are empty,” Peter said, finally breaking the silence. “I don’t hear any electronics, so it’s safe to assume there’s no surveillance.”

And there it was. That Peter’s trademark look screaming I’m about to do something you can’t talk me out of it.

“I’m going out.”

That statement alone was enough to elicit a wave of protests from the others.

“There’s a 50-50 chance you’ll get killed, don’t be stupid,” Natasha said

“50-50? Are you kidding me?” Peter exclaimed, and for a moment, Tony was thanking whatever deity currently in charge that the kid saw reason. It didn’t last. “Those are the best odds I’ve had in years!”

“Kid, you’ve done enough,” Sam said. “We can figure out something different.”

Peter huffed. “I can’t just go sit back down and wait. What do you think will happen when whoever took us appears and sees me unrestrained?”

He had a point. Heavens, Tony knew he had a point, but that didn’t make it any better. He clenched his jaw.

The door opened, and Tony wanted to smack his forehead. Vibranium cuffs or not, one should not simply leave the cell door unlocked.

“I’ll be right back,” Peter whispered.

“Wait!”

The kid stopped halfway through the door, looking at Tony expectantly. There really was no stopping him, huh?

Well, so much for regular human.

“Stay out of trouble, okay?” The rest of his former teammates’ head snapped towards him, disbelief and outrage visible clear as a day. “Don’t engage with anyone. Just… just try to find a key to these, yeah?” he said, lifting the cuffs a bit.

Some of the tension bled from Peter’s face. “Okay,” he said, and just like that, he was gone.

For the third time in a short span of Tony’s regained consciousness, the room was plunged into deathly silence. In his humble opinion, it was getting old.

At least he could enjoy some peace and let it work its magic on his head.

“What the hell, man?!” Clint cried out.

Or not.

“How can you be comfortable with sending him—"

“Stop!” Tony cut him off. “He was going to do it anyway. The least I could do was tell him to stay safe. Christ,” wincing, he pressed his hands into his eyes to battle the pressure behind them.

This wasn’t Tony’s first rodeo when it came to kidnappings, but it’s different this time around. He couldn’t defend himself, nor fight back. No box of scraps to aid him with escaping. And with Peter here – hurt, no doubt scared but still incredibly brave – it was worse.

Yinsen was an adult and he still didn’t make it. What chance did a kid—

No. Tony won’t let his imagination go there.

“He didn’t say anything about your heart,” Steve told Tony.

“Come again?”

“He asked Clint to do something about his heartbeat but yours was beating louder.”

“Oh, that. Yeah, the kid is causing me heart attacks on a regular basis, so I guess the sound of my heart wanting to give up on itself is like a background noise to him by now.”

“When did you even get yourself a kid anyway?” Barton asked.

“Ah, you see, after our little skirmish in Germany, I was taking a nice night stroll around a lake. The stars were shining brightly, the moonlight was shimmering on the surface… I found him in a nearby trashcan and he stuck to me since.”

Instead of laughs and ‘oh, you’re so hilarious Tony’, he was rewarded by unamused looks. And for what? It wasn’t like he was pulling everything out of his ass!

The lake incident happened after Germany, it was nighttime when he had a suit to fish Peter out of the water, though the trashcan was a whole separate incident that might or might not involve an alien substance that made them stick together for several hours.

Natasha stretched her legs in front of her. “Do you think he can make it?”

“You don’t know my kid at all, Romanov,” Tony frowned, tone indicating a firm finality.

Approximately ten minutes later the door opened again, revealing Tony’s panting mentee. A single glance at him betrayed that something was wrong. Peter’s eyes were blown wide, clutching something wrapped in a blanket to his chest. From Tony’s position, it looked like a baby.

Please, don’t let it be an actual baby.

In a heartbeat, Peter chucked the bundle to the side and ran towards his mentor. The bundle made a loud, metallic clang as it hit the ground.

Okay, not a baby. Phew.

“We have to leave. Now!” Peter said, kneeling in front of Tony, examining the cuffs. The lack of key in the kid’s hands didn’t escape him.

“Why? Did anyone see you?”

“No! No, but… uhh… well, I might have been forced to clock someone in the face and hide him in the closet—” oh dear lord “—but Mr. Stark, do you remember that one politician that was demanding to give your suit to the military shortly after you became Iron Man?”

Senator Stern. Your everyday corrupt politician. The man swearing at him on national television was one of Tony’s fondest memories of him, second only to seeing him being escorted by feds for collaborating with Hydra.

“Yeah?”

“Well,” the kid continued, not taking his eyes off the sleek metal, “currently, there are several people elbows-deep into one of your older suits. They stole everything on your Quinjet.” He tugged at the chains. “Vibranium, right?”

Shit. Them being here was bad enough, but their kidnappers taking apart everything that was on the plane made everything worse. If they figured out how the suit worked and learned how to replicate it… Tony couldn’t afford to let any more dangerous weapons appear on the black market.

Shaken, Tony nodded.

“Okay,” Peter said and got ahold the left cuff. “Okay. Here goes nothing.”

“Son, Tony told you those are vibranium,” Rogers said. “You might’ve gotten out of the zip ties but—"

The metal creaked, bending ever so slowly.

“What the shit?”

“Language!” everyone absent-mindedly said in union, too focused on the teen.

Peter adjusted his grip, hooking his fingers around the inside and kept pulling until there was enough space for Tony to pull out his hand. Peter smiled and made a quick work with the other cuff.

Tony looked between the bent metal lying on the floor and the kid kneeling next to it. “Do you practice bending one of the strongest materials on the planet in your free time?” he muttered.

“The warehouse… took… more effort… to lift…” Peter said between the pants.

“The what?”

“Nothing!”

“What do you mean nothing? Peter, what warehouse—"

The kid – pointedly ignoring him – stood up, looking around the room, biting his lip. He then spun on his heel, kneeled over the bundle and picked up a metal arm from it. Left arm…

Oh no.

To Tony’s horror, Peter was heading right towards Barnes. “Need a hand?”

The man in question was looking at the kid – his kid, Tony couldn’t lose him too – with a mix of shock and surprise and juts a smidge of dumbfoundedness.

“This is vibranium too, right?” A nod. “So you should be able to bend the cuffs with it too, right? Can it cancel out? Like when we fire nukes at nukes so there won’t be any nukes, yeah? No?”

“You ramble a lot under stress, don’t you?”

“…sorry.”

Tony wanted to scream, wanted to move, wanted to throw himself at Peter and drag him away before he could free the man that killed his parents, but he couldn’t. It felt like the discarded chain at his feet coiled around his whole body, pinning him to the ground. Frozen and unable to move like in that bunker. The walls around him shifted, and for a moment, he was back there, on his back, unable to move and with coldness seeping into his aching bones—

“There.”

Too late.

Tony blinked, and the Siberian bunker dissolved. Instead, there was Peter, holding out the arm to Barnes like he didn’t use to be one of the most dangerous people in the world. Though, there was something else. The way he didn’t look Peter right in the eyes, the way he sat hunched in on himself, slightly leaning backwards.

It was almost like he was shying away from the kid's touch.

Suddenly, Peter’s breath hitched, shoulders tense. He threw himself at the door, listening for something none of them could hear. “We have to hurry,” he said and went to free Barton with a renewed vigor.

Barnes circled his arm, something mechanic in his shoulder clicking, and began to work on Wilson’s restrains. It was taking him longer than Peter, but it was better than leaving all work to him.

Barton rubbed his now-freed wrists, looking in bewilderment at Peter, whose focus was now on Natasha. “Damn, Tony, what are you feeding him?”

“Pizza. Lots of pizza.”

“He lets me pick any topping I want!” the kid beamed, his smile tight under the strain.

“Yeah, and you choose to commit several violations against Geneva convention with some of those combinations.”

Once everyone was free, Peter spread the blanket out, revealing the rest of his haul. The Rogues huddled themselves around him curiously. It wasn’t much. Still, it was better than nothing. Several widow bites, Tony’s gauntlet watch, a stun gun, some electric baton he wasn’t sure was theirs and several throwing knives.

“I would’ve gotten more but there were people in the next room. I’m sorry.”

Tony put his hand on Peter’s shoulder. “Don’t apologize. You did as you were told.” Partially.

Everyone who could took their own gear, which was only Tony and Natasha. Wilson took the gun, Steve the baton, and Clint and Barnes shared the knives. Peter remained unarmed.

Tony couldn’t decide whether it was a blessing or curse he forbade the kid from taking his webshooters before they left. On one hand, he had nothing to defend himself with. On the other hand, his secret identity remained secret.

Well, more or less, since there were bound to be questions about his super hearing and the ability to bend a freaking vibranium.

Until then, Tony will protect the kid with his own body if necessary.

The two of them were in the front, with Peter leading the group and Natasha at Peter’s side to provide support should anyone get past Peter’s senses. The rest covered their backs.

“How many people did you hear?” she whispered.

“About fifteen, but there could be more. Six were in the room with Mr. Stark’s armor. The rest was scattered nearby.”

Fifteen confirmed baddies against six avengers, one ex assassin and an enhanced teenager. Not too bad odds, compared to New York or Sokovia. And if they managed to get to their stuff, Tony will like those odds even more.

Both the storage and the adjoined room were empty. “On a lunchbreak, huh?” Tony peeked in through a small window and nearly burst into tears. “Barbarians. Look what they did to my baby!”

Sam, now equipped with his wings, peeked in as well. “Don’t be such a drama queen – isn’t it supposed to be an old model? And besides, you can always fix it, no?”

“It’s about the principle!”

Peter wedged his way through into the other room. He sat behind the nearest computer, fingers immediately dancing across the keyboard without a pause.

Tony glanced at the monitor, trying to make sense of the string of letters and numbers being typed into the search engine. “What are you doing?”

“Making myself useful,” Peter replied. “I honestly never thought I would ever use that code.”

Code? What co—

Ooh.

After some reflection on all the mishaps and sticky situations, Tony had tailored a special emergency code for each person he held dear. He had them memorize it. They called him paranoid. Now look how handy it came. All the person needed was a device with internet access. Once the kid hit Enter, Friday would alert anyone available to come and help.

He couldn’t wait for the bragging rights he was about to get.

“Done!”

“Great job, kid,” Tony smiled softly and ruffled Peter’s hair.

“How long until the help arrives?” Cap asked.

“Depends on where we are. Friday can pinpoint our exact location almost immediately. She can’t exactly make people get here faster. As advanced she is, she doesn’t have the ability to teleport.”

“That would be cool, though,” Peter chimed.

“Yeah, I guess that would be pretty cool.” Huh. Would making that be possible? “I guess I know what we’re going to try when we get back home.”

“Okay, teleporting AI aside,” Clint jumped in, “do we wait for the rescue party here or do we sneak our way out?”

The question was answered by the other door being opened; a man dressed in all black (how original) walked in with a steaming mug in hand. He was out as fast as he appeared, dropping the mug in the process.

“Neither,” Natasha said as she loaded her pistol, a smirk on her face betraying her excitement for revenge. “We’re fighting our way out of here.”

Steve raised his shield in front of him. “Let’s go before the—”

The lights turned red, a shrill sound blaring all around them.

“—alarm sounds.”

Tony leaned close to Peter, whispering. “Stay close. Best not to draw more attention to yourself, okay?”

“’kay.”

Based on the lack of windows, the base was underground. So, up it was.

They managed to make it up a single flight of stairs before a small canister landed at their feet and everything fell into chaos. The canister exploded in an onslaught of light and noise rendering Tony’s progress regarding the concussion useless. Everything turned dark.

Tony came to someone patting his cheek and his ears ringing.

There was no sign of the Rogues. As his eyes were struggling to focus, all he saw was a black blur here, blue one there, and the sound of someone fighting over there.

The biggest blur hovering over him moved. “Come on, come on.” He was being pulled to his feet, his arm slung over narrow shoulders. “Let’s go, Mr. Stark! We can’t stay here.”

Tony’s legs wouldn’t budge. No matter how much he tried, they simply refused to support his own weight.

Useless.

He was useless.

“You’re not useless, Mr. Stark.”

“Watch your back! The rooms are all connected!” someone shouted a warning.

Peter looked into the room they were passing by to determine if any hidden danger lurked in there, missing the two that were barreling straight towards them. Despite it probably not being the greatest idea, Tony lifted the whining gauntlet and tried to aim. “Pete, watch out!”

Could he hit the goons without risking injuring anyone else?

A third figure sprinted out from one of the rooms, shoulder-length hair flying everywhere. Barnes headed right towards them. He slammed into the attackers with his full body, sending all three of them plummeting down the stairs.

“Get to safety!” he shouted.

Today’s been one hell of a twist after the other, Tony’s mind supplied. But he could ponder about it more after they made it back home, not down the hallway.

Another man holding some sort of weapon with thick cylinder turned the corner, immediately stopping once he spotted them. “You,” he hissed. If the dark spot on his chin was anything to go by, it was safe to make an educated guess about what drew the man’s hostility.

“In my defense,” the kid replied, “it was a defense. You guys attacked us first.” A tiny smirk played on his lips. “Besides, you kinda deserved it, Mr. Criminal.”

Mr. Criminal’s face contorted with rage before changing it into a sick satisfaction. “I’m gonna enjoy this.” He aimed his weapon, finger on the trigger.

Peter shifted on his feet, ready to pounce.

All of a sudden there’s Steve, striking like a snake with his shield at the weapon. The man reeled back as his arm was yanked to the side. The weapon went off followed by an explosion.

Ah. A grenade launcher.

Tony went over the weapon’s design. Based on the shape of the cylinder, it was able to hold six rounds. Now only five.

To the goon’s credit, he regained his bearings quickly, switching back to offensive. He fired two grenades in succession. Steve deflected both of them. Three grenades remained.

“Fine,” the man huffed, “time for plan B.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small injection, a vial filled with a pale orange liquid attached to it. He took the cap off with his teeth and promptly stabbed himself in the arm. A shudder ran over his body, his back arching. When the spasm passed, he fell back into a relaxed position, pupils blown wide and a predatory smile showing all his teeth.

Peter took in a shaky breath, his body moving in a way that reminded Tony of a frightened cat. Did his Peter-tingle go off?

“That’s more like it,” the goon growled. He took of running towards Steve, swinging. “Show me what you’ve got!”

The two of them were moving too fast for Tony to keep up. He chanced a glanced at the kid. His eyes were darting around; he kept track of every move. “Don’t worry, Pete,” Tony said. “Cap can handle it, trust me.”

Another grenade got launched, hitting the inside of Steve’s shield, leaving the man wide open. The kidnapper reached to the back of his belt, pulling out a knife.

Peter sprung to his feet. “No, he can’t!”

The knife was fast approaching towards Roger’s neck. He wouldn’t be able to dodge that. And by the looks of it, he realized it too.

That’s when Peter jumped in.

Literally.

The kid flipped over the man’s left shoulder, swinging his full weight at the right arm wielding the knife like it was a trapeze, flipping the left-wide-open scenario. However, it wasn’t enough to flip the scales. The goon spun around, smacking Peter into Steve’s shield, pressing the barrel of the launcher into the kid’s stomach.

There were still two rounds left.

Tony’s mouth opened, but no sound came out.

In a blink of an eye, the telltale bang of an explosion filled the hallway, hiding the three of them behind a smoke screen. The place where they stood was occupied by dust and rubble raining down from the damaged ceiling. The grenade-launching maniac was picking himself up about six feet away from it. Steve was rolling down the hallway.

No sign of the shield or Peter.

The kid couldn’t just get… vaporized, could he? Certainly not. Not with the shield too. Then – where was he?

There was a metallic clang followed by a sound like someone got the wind knocked out of their body coming from the adjoined hallway. That had to be Peter, right? Steve had to throw him in there just before the man pulled the trigger.

Tony’s sigh of relief caught an unwanted attention.

The goon advanced towards Tony at a leisure pace. “I liked you all better when you were unconscious. But since we’re already here…” He twirled the knife in his hand, looking at Tony like he’s a prey. “Your turn, Stark.”

“Bite me,” Tony spat back and aimed. His double vision receded enough to give some of the billionaire’s confidence back to him.

He needed one lucky shot.

A cacophony of familiar footsteps was rapidly approaching. If worst came to worst, they could help out; but could he hold his own that long?

No. No lucky shot. That asshole hurt his kid. He was going down!

“Hey!”

The goon turned around, Tony looking past him. There stood Peter, Captain America’s shield in front of him.

“Look at me! I’m the captain now!”

Tony deadpanned.

“You’re annoying,” the goon grumbled. With no hesitation, he aimed the grenade launcher at the kid and fired.

To Tony, time seemed to slow down. Peter’s eyes briefly widened before he raised the shield up. A deafening bang followed, sending Peter soaring through the air backwards.

“Peter!” The scream ripped from Tony’s throat as his mentee’s body hit the ground, the clang of the shield as loud as the explosion to his ears. He wasn’t moving.

Peter wasn’t moving.

In blind rage, Tony aimed his gauntlet and fired four shots at the goon. Two hit him in the chest, the other two into the dark spot left behind by the kid. He hit the wall and crumpled to the floor like a sack of rotten potatoes. Tony paid him no mind as he stepped over his body, stumbling-rushing to his kid.

Peter was sprawled on his back, his grip on the shield limp, weakly smiling up at him. “Good thing… ugh… good thing the bad guys never aim for ze legz,” the chuckle broke into a cough, then a long groan. “Shit, that hurts. Totally worth it though. That was awesome.”

“Are you out of your mind?! You should be glad I won’t ground you until you’re twenty-five!”

Geez, this kid. Tony always felt full of energy when Peter was around, but it were times like these that actively took years off his life span.

Tony slumped down just as the others appeared, putting his palm on Peter’s knee. “Looks like making Friday into a teleporter will have to wait.”

“Yeah,” he winced. “Not a word about this to May?”

“If you promise to keep this to yourself too.”

“Deal.”

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The Only One || JJK || Ch. 15

Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship

Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons

Summary: You've always wished for a better life. Every single day at work, you were hoping something would change. Although you didn't think that change would come in the form of one mysterious man and a contract.

His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.

Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.

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MASTERLIST

Jungkook was trying to understand why she was there, peeking over Jihu's shoulder while he explained the reason they were there. He only had to do one thing, and it was looking over Y/n so she wouldn't pull another trick to mess with them all. But it seemed like it was useless, because she managed to go outside.

—I'm sorry, sir. You wanted her to eat, but she insisted she wouldn't eat anything unless she saw you —Jihu started his explanation.

Jungkook's eyes moved from the man in front of him, to the pair of curious eyes that were staring at him. He scoffed, finally standing up to make his way -slow and heavy- to the two people that bursted into his office when they weren't supposed to.

—So that's what happened? —the change from Korean to English got Y/n's attention, finally being able to understand what the conversation was about.

But he wasn't asking that question to Jihu, he was asking the question to the same woman who wanted to be challenging enough to force others to do what she wanted, and that was hiding like a lost puppy behind the person she forced there.

—Yes —Jihu answered.

—I'm not speaking to you —the sudden raise of his voice made everyone in the room jump, startled—. I thought I was clear with not letting her step outside.

—She was with me all the time —he tried to justify himself.

—I don't give a fuck —he stood in front of the man—. My order was simple, or wasn't it? —deathly eyes stared into Jihu's black ones— Yet you gave in to what her greedy ass wanted.

At first, it all started as inoffensive and soft slaps on his face as he spoke, but it suddenly changed to a rougher one, that made his face turn by the impact and Y/n jump for the loud and unexpected sound.

—It was my fault —she finally stepped in between them, changing the language back to English—. He said you wanted me to eat, and I told him I wouldn't until I saw you —she admitted, locking her eyes with his.

Jungkook broke eye contact, just to momentarily spare a glance at Jihu, motioning him to leave the room, along with the other three man standing in front of the double door. His eyes went back to her, finding out her expression hadn't changed a tiny bit.

—You really think you can do whatever the fuck you want?

—Says the person who bought another one —she scoffed under her breath—. You want me here just to sit in your house, and wait for you?

—That's exactly what I told you yesterday —he tilted his head, giving her a cocky smile.

—I'm not a fucking dog —she spitted the words on his face, taking a step ahead to get closer to him—. If you want something that will shake its tail when you get home, get a fucking poodle and leave me alone.

—Doll, seems like you still don't understand what this is about —he towered over her—. I'm paying you good money just to stay still in one fucking place. It's the easiest of the jobs. I could've finished with you a long time ago —he grabbed her chin with two of his fingers—. Be grateful with what you got instead, and start listening to what I say, because you're starting to get on my nerves.

Thinking she'd finally shut up and agree with him, he let go of her chin and got ready to get back to his chair. But two words hit him like a lit match falling over a pool of gasoline.

—Or what?

The macabre smile that formed in his face made her regret those two words, knowing too well that whatever that was to come wouldn't be of her liking.

—Sit there —he pointed with his head to one of the big chairs, placed on one of the sides of his office.

To his surprise, she did as she was told, stepping back from him cautiously as she walked to the place he told her. As she sat there, she took a look at the huge office he had. She wouldn't be surprised if her house in Mallorca fitted in this place itself. She also wondered how any of those men dared to have their meetings, and talk about their things, in such a public place. Not that it was all up on everyone's faces, but judging by the tall buildings she was able to spot over the window, they were in the middle of the city.

Then she remembered how Amira explained to her that Pedro had several companies, so he'd be able to justify the amount of money he earned. It kind of made sense.

Although she was there, he acted as if she weren't. At some point, Y/n felt as if she were part of the furniture that made the decoration of the place. It was annoying her how he wouldn't acknowledge her presence, not even to bark at her for showing off at his office without telling him. She didn't know how hard Jungkook was fighting himself not to drop a look at her legs, perfectly embraced by those tight jeans. Or the way her lips kept curving as time went by. She clearly only wanted to be there to drive him crazy, and it was crazy.

But that was a game both of them could play.

As Yejun stepped inside his office, Y/n was aware of the plastic bag he was carrying to Jungkook's desk, before he bowed and disappeared behind the door. When her eyes went back to him, his hand was lifted, and his finger swang in the air, signaling her to walk where he was. Although she was dubious of getting near him, the smell of cooked food made her get up almost instantly.

He served everything on his desk, ignoring the frown on her face when she didn't know what any of the dishes were. Although most of them had a dangerous red, and she was already suffering for her tongue and throat.

Jungkook didn't need to say anything, it was enough with him moving the chair that was behind him closer to the desk to let her know he wanted her to sit there. But would be stubborn until the day she died -which, if she kept with that act, wasn't too far. She tried to get the same chair, and move it further from him. But before she was able to drag it through the floor, she felt a cold metal close around her right wrist.

—What the fuck?

But if she thought he was going to give her an explanation, she was wrong. Jungkook closed the other extreme of the handcuffs around his left wrist. Y/n battled, complained, dragged his wrist against the metal every time, yet she didn't know it was a lost battle with him.

Annoyed, he pulled from the handcuff, almost making her lose her balance when he wanted her to stop and get closer to him.

—Didn't you say you wanted me to be around you? Here you have —he simply said through his teeth— Now sit, and eat.

When she dropped those two last words, challenging him, she thought he'd just sit back and let her do his thing, what she didn't know is that she served him an idea on silver platter. She wouldn't ever stop pushing his buttons, so it was his time to push hers. When he asked for her food, he also asked Yejun to get a pair of handcuffs anywhere he'd be able to get them. And, efficiently, he got them.

—Do you know how to use chopsticks? —he asked, as if he hadn't just tied himself to her.

—No.

Jungkook clicked his tongue, separating the wooden disposable chopsticks so he could use them to feed her. But before he was able to get the rice cake near her lips, Y/n moved faster to reach one piece of chicken with her left hand and eat it instead. He smirked at that, being completely aware of how she'll be regretting eating it that way.

At first, the tasty flavor of the chicken -and finally being able to give in to her stomach's demands-, made her drop a loud and unconscious "Hmm", that she'd regret after she chewed on it a few times. At some point, the happiness from finally being fed turned into a funny feeling on her tongue that slowly evolved into an unbearable pain.

He smirked, aware of how she was trying to hold it all in as her eyes desperately looked for something that could ease the pain.

—You want this? —he lifted the water bottle.

She nodded her head fast, trying to reach it with her free hand, but Jungkook moved it away from her.

—Now you will accept things from me?

She was too focused on the burning pain on her tongue and lips to care about what he said in the slightest, she just wanted the damned water bottle.

—Please —she whispered, after trying too many times to reach it.

Instead of getting the water bottle, Jungkook moved his left hand to the back of his head, forcing her body closer to his, and leaving their faces centimeters away from each other.

—Good girl.

The way his black eyes pierced into hers and the warmth of his lips coating her mouth made her forget about the burning pain for a few seconds. And the praise with that honey coated voice... It was almost as if she didn't need to drink water anymore.

When he finally handed her the water bottle, Y/n to hold back herself from not spitting all the water in his mouth straight into his face, eyes never leaving his as she filled her mouth with the liquid a few times.

—The chicken is mine —he explained—. This —he handed her the tteokbokki and the bibimbap that he purposely asked to be less spicy for her— is yours.

To his surprise, she accepted as he was giving her. For the first time, she allowed him to take care of her as he mixed the rice with the vegetables and meat, and gave her one plastic spoon so she'd be able to eat properly -thing that she did, surprisingly, with her left hand, instead of using the right one.

After eating, and feeling that her stomach was going to explode, she barely had any time to recompose, before two knocks on the door led to the office being filled with men. Glances and confused eyes fell on her constantly, as they stepped in and were aware of her presence next to their boss.

Nobody ever had been allowed in that position, not even Yejun after all those years working with him. But there she was, a foreigner and complete stranger codling with the boss of the Korean mafia as if she had known him forever.

Two long hours passed, where Jungkook did the thing he usually did: making sure no big changes were happening, plans on how to handle their different territories in Korea -and worldwide- and, most importantly, how to finish with the Choi family, so he'd have one headache less. While Y/n, sitting next to him, tried to distract herself with the non-existing details in the office, as she kept hearing them talking in Korean -which sounded like nothing for her.

And then she thought about the deal Sanhyuk proposed to her... How would she be able to leak information when she didn't understand a word they said? Maybe that was the sign she needed to learn a new language, after all...

All her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden move on her right.

After being informed that another snitch was caught, Jungkook couldn't wait to handle it by himself. It was one of the several things he actually dealt with personally. If there was something he hated the most, it was traitors he trusted and embraced, especially after what happened to his father. Ever since that day, he made sure he'd always deal with them, while making them go through the worst punishments he could come up to.

She got no explanation when they started moving and left the building, it didn't matter how many times she asked. Even if she had known, the fact that was tied up to him only reminded her that she'd go with him either way.

Looking at all the men, Y/n tried to understand what was going on. Although everything was crystal clear when she saw a man on his knees in the middle of the dark room, after they passed the alley and crossed the back door.

She couldn't understand words, but she was frightened by the actions when, after exchanging a few sentences with Jungkook, the man began screaming in agony. He kept clicking on the button that sent powerful electric shocks through the necklace he was wearing, and that was wrapped tight around his neck. Anger got over him, to the point that she forgot that Y/n was next to him, while he kept trying to get information out of the man whose chin was covered in spit due to the pain he was putting him through.

Not only was he leaking information, but he was also trying to sabotage each one of the operations they kept trying to do.

Jungkook would've gone harder on him if he hadn't been finally aware of Y/n's presence next to him. Her fingers slightly caressed the reverse of his hand, as she kept trying to look away, moving her body uncomfortably while she tried to mute the screams. And he couldn't help but see himself years back, when he was in that exact same position, having the same reaction she had as he was forced to see everything.

The screams suddenly stopped, now only hearing soft whimpers and begs for mercy.

—Take care of this —he demanded of Yejun.

On their way home, he thought deeply if it was a good idea to explain the reason behind what she witnessed. It wasn't her business, but the fact that she was completely silent, and even avoided looking at him, made him think it'd be a good idea.

—I told you. If you betray me, you need to pay the consequences —he spoke softly—. If you want to be around me, this is what you'll see mostly. It's better that you just stay home with Jihu.

Without looking at him, she nodded. Back there, he seemed angry and furious. She wasn't sure whether he was enjoying it or not, but the fact that he was able to ignore the agony in that man's voice was enough. Also... how could he act as if he hadn't just tortured someone?

Y/n seemed to finally realize who she was playing with, and how close she kept pushing herself to be in the same situation as the other man.

Still tied up to him, she kept following his steps towards the big house. The silence around them was deafening, and it only made him wonder if it was because of what she saw.

—Are you hungry?

—No —she whispered.

—Are you okay?

She showed herself confused at his question. When her eyes traveled from their hands to his face, she saw the concern in his face. It was genuine.

—Yes —she nodded—. Now... Can you let go of this? —she pointed to their hands with her eyes— I learned my lesson, and I also need to go to the bathroom. So... please.

—You have an appointment at the doctor's tomorrow —he casually mentioned, as he unlocked her handcuff—. Jihu will go with you.

—What makes you think I'll fuck with you after what I saw earlier? —she raised her eyebrow at him— Save Jihu's energy to something more important, because that medical appointment will be fucking useless

Jungkook took a step to her, calm and serious, breathing deeply after she contradicted his plans. It was like she was never ever going to learn.

—I don't give a fuck how useless it'd be —he whispered—.You will go anyway. Remember your body belongs to me now, and I'm the one who will choose what to do with it.

Y/n gulped thick at those last words, feeling dizzy and hot over them, while her stomach started feeling funny. Her whole body was reacting in a way it wasn't meant to, as if it were determined to contradict everything that was coming out of her mouth.

She didn't say anything else. She simply walked away from him, heading to her room -where she'd spend the rest of the day -something that he took as a victory as he laid on the couch. It was a tough day for her, just to be topped with a medical appointment the next day, making her realize that not even in Korea she'd be able to get rid of everything she had been trying to forget for years.

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