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anonymous-dentist · 2 years

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C!Karlnapity one-shot from the Mall AU I saw on @casinoarc's blog last night when I was trying to sleep. You can tell I've never worked in a mall.

Five minutes before Quackity’s lunch break is set to begin, he is happily throwing wadded-up post-it notes at Purpled from the safety of the register. The register is the neutral zone. He knows this. Purpled knows this. Quackity also knows that he’s going to need to make a mad dash the second his break starts because he really doesn’t wanna become a pancake today. Purpled is giving him the Eye from the other side of the earrings display. There’s a post-it note stuck in his hair, bright pink. Hah, loser.

Unfortunately, all thoughts of escape are ruined when Quackity’s mortal enemy comes skipping through the doors with two milkshakes in hand. Quackity, for a moment, debates allowing himself to get beat to hell and back by his own employee. He’s technically the boss, so he can give himself time off if Purpled actually manages to hurt him.

But, Quackity knows, and he’s upset that he knows this and has this internalized. But Sapnap would be upset if they didn’t have lunch together, and Quackity ignores how he would be upset if he and Sapnap didn’t have lunch together.

So Quackity just sighs and raises a hand in greeting. Sapnap visibly perks up, smile forming on his face. This is normal. This is what they do three times a week, every day that Sapnap is scheduled (which is becoming more rare as the Vans upstairs threatens to close, a new 50% Off Closing sign in the display windows every other day, it seems like.) What isn’t normal is the way that Sapnap’s smile immediately falls again. Oh. He’s upset. Fuck. Quackity doesn’t know what to do with this.

“You’re early,” Quackity says. He goes back to making his little paper ball and lobs it with a carefully-aimed shot that hits Purpled right in the middle of his forehead. He fistpumps; Purpled shoots him a death glare that he only probably half means.

“I need to talk to you,” says Sapnap, dead serious, voice low. He leans across the counter conspiratorially. For whatever reason, it makes the pit of Quackity’s stomach drop in a weirdly pleasant way. Like a rollercoaster. But instead of something fun, it’s just Sapnap. “It’s important.”

He places the milkshakes on the counter. Quackity wordlessly takes the strawberry one and sips at it. Sapnap always gets a chocolate and a strawberry, and Quackity refuses to be a basic bitch, so he always chooses the strawberry one even though he really doesn’t like the taste at all.

“What’s up?” Quackity asks.

Sapnap looks around the store. Between the gaggle of idiot teenagers gathered by the band t-shirts trying to dare each other to go into the back and Purpled finishing up restocking the earrings, nobody’s really listening.

Still, Sapnap leans in closer and hisses, “Vans is closing. Next week.”

Quackity blinks. “And? That’s the best news I’ve heard since Schlatt kicked the bucket.”

Sapnap rolls his eyes and lightly smacks Quackity’s shoulder. It tingles.

“Dude, shut up!” he groans. “That’s my job you’re talking about!”

“So, what, you want me to get you a position here?” Quackity asks. He isn’t opposed, not strictly speaking, but it leaves a bit of a weird taste in his mouth thinking about it. Or maybe that’s the milkshake.

“Uh, maybe?” Sapnap scratches the back of his head just beneath his bandana a bit sheepishly before snapping back to himself, frown popping back onto his face. (Vaguely, Quackity doesn’t think that it looks good on him, unnatural.) “No! Shut up! I heard what they’re putting in instead.” He looks around again before whispering, “A Disney Store.”

Quackity chokes on his milkshake. He coughs and sputters, and does so just a bit harder when a concerned Sapnap leans across the counter and pats his back to try and help. Quackity swats him off, face red entirely just because he was choking. That’s it.

“A Disney Store?” he wheezes, looking at Sapnap, pained. “Fucking- really?”

Sapnap nods gravely. “Yeah. I heard it from George, who heard it from Sam, who heard it from Ponk, who heard it from Hannah, who heard it from Dream’s weird cousin.”

“X.D.?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck that guy.”

Sapnap nods again, just as gravely. “Fuck that guy.” Then he shakes his head, probably trying to get himself back on track. “But! A Disney Store!”

“Fuck,” Quackity swears. He looks down at the register before him with a scowl on his face. “That’s bad news.”

“And I heard from Wilbur, who heard it from Dream, who obviously has some inside info going with his weird cousin, that they’ve already started hiring,” Sapnap continues. God, this gets worse every sentence. “So I’m betting that they’ve already got all the stock here. They just had to wait until a store was shutting down.”

“And yours just happened to be the unlucky one to go,” Quackity sighs.

Sapnap nods pitifully. In a rare fit of sympathy for the other man, Quackity pats him on the shoulder. He lets his hand rest there. He ignores both the burning of Sapnap’s cheeks and the burning of his own.

“Sucks to hear,” Quackity says, and he means it. He might give the guy a hard time, but he does unfortunately consider Sapnap a friend most of the time. He knows what it’s like to suddenly lose your job. The economy is in shambles. If Sapnap wants, Quackity can, and will, give him a job at Spencer’s. It’s the least he can do.

Sapnap sighs and ducks his head, still pitiful as hell. He’s pitiful. Quackity feels pity.

Quackity also feels a tap on his shoulder and turns around to see Purpled’s face.

“You’re on break,” Purpled says, a shark-like grin growing on his face as Quackity’s own pales. “I’ll give you a head start.”

Quackity gathers his milkshake and ducks around the counter.

“Wait, what?” Sapnap asks, ever helpless.

“No time to explain,” Quackity breathes. Before he realizes what he’s doing, he has Sapnap’s hand in a firm hold and he’s pulling Sapnap out of the store in his escape.

“Oh!” Sapnap exclaims. He doesn’t sound unhappy. “Okay!”

If Quackity were to chance a guess, he would perhaps say that Sapnap is smiling behind him.

(And he would be right.)

Two weeks later, Quackity and Sapnap sit on the bench outside of the Forever 21 watching the builders get to work on the brand new Disney Store. It’s their shared lunch break. Well. It’s Quackity’s lunch break. Sapnap is still job-hunting. Nobody wants to hire a guy that’s only worked one place in his life, especially if that one place was fucking Vans.

Quackity bought the milkshakes today. Chocolate for Sapnap, strawberry for himself. Which is kind of ridiculous because he still doesn’t like the strawberry, but it’s routine. Sapnap didn’t come in at all during his last week at Vans, and Quackity hates to admit that he felt a bit like a widow. It’s ridiculous. But he got the strawberry anyway, and Tubbo- working there for whatever reason- gave him a wink as he handed the shakes over. Why? Fuck if he knows.

“It looks like shit,” Sapnap grumbles. His words are a bit slurred by the straw in his mouth. It’s weirdly adorable (Quackity shuts that thought down immediately.)

“A fucking Disney Store,” Quackity agrees. “Who the hell puts a Disney Store between a Lids and a Journeys?”

“The aesthetics clash horribly.”

“I need bleach for my eyes.”

“I need bleach for my drink.”

“I can hook you up.”

Sapnap bats his eyes at him. “Oh, would you?”

Quackity, in a rare show of stupidity, smirks and places a hand on Sapnap’s thigh. “For you, baby? Anything.”

Sapnap turns a spectacular shade of red that sends Quackity into a fit of giggles. He’s pretty sure his own face is just as red, but that’s oxygen deprivation. Literally just oxygen deprivation.

“Dude,” Sapnap coughs. He gives Quackity an incredulous look, though a smile teases at his lips (Quackity is not looking at Sapnap’s lips, he isn’t.) “What the fuck?”

“What?” Quackity innocently asks. He slurps at his milkshake, fighting back a grimace as the flavor hits him. “You asked.”

Sapnap shoves at his shoulder with a breathless chuckle. “Fuck you, man.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Sapnap coughs again, and Quackity curls into himself with another fit of giggles.

“Hey, are you alright?”

Both Quackity and Sapnap snap to attention as a foreign voice cuts in. They both have to crane their heads back a little to get a look at the guy.

He looks concerned. He also looks a bit like something the Disney Store would spit out. Between the fluffy hair and freckles, he looks like a rejected Pixar character. Linguine if he was a loser in a mall in the middle of Assfuck, America. He’d maybe be less easy to make fun of if he wasn’t wearing some H&M shit. Quackity remembers seeing him walking around the inside of the store a couple of minutes ago. Manager? Shit.

“Uh,” Sapnap intelligently says. His voice cracks. Quackity gives him a Look. “Hi.”

The guy raises an eyebrow, face falling into a hesitant, but easy, smile. “Hi?”

“Hi,” Sapnap repeats.

Quackity subtly elbows him in the ribs. Sapnap jerks and snaps his head to glare at him. Quackity, cool as a cucumber, sips his milkshake, the picture of poise.

The man looks between them. “So. You two have been out here watching us for twenty minutes.”

“Free country, man,” Quackity easily says. “I’m on break.”

“We’re definitely not spying on you,” Sapnap adds.

Quackity’s grip on his cup tightens. He hears styrofoam creak and checks himself before he spills a large cup of pink shit all over his new jeans.

“Oooooh, I see,” the guy says. “Well, you’re freaking a couple of the guys out.”

“Sorry?” Sapnap offers.

At the same time, Quackity says, “Good.”

They both look at each other, then back up at the guy, who has turned his attention to Sapnap entirely.

“Hey,” he says. “I think I know you.”

“Really?” Sapnap asks. His voice cracks again, and he repeats, clearer, after a cough, “Really?”

Quackity rolls his eyes.

“Yeah! You used to work at the Vans here, right? I think I remember seeing you working when I came to check out the location,” the guy says, and isn’t that a coincidence? His look turns curious, if not a bit pitying. “How are you doing? I know we came in suddenly.”

“He’s in shambles,” Quackity says. “Inconsolable.”

“I’m doing alright, actually,” Sapnap says. Quackity gives him another Look. “It’s just, uh, been a bit hard. Job hunting. But that’s fine!”

“Oh, is that it? I can help with that,” the guy says. Quackity has a bad feeling about this. “We’re still looking for someone to work the morning shifts. Turns out half our applicants are students, go figure.”

“Go figure,” Sapnap weakly says. Quackity has a bad feeling about this. “Uh, are you sure? I, uh-”

The guy grins, a thousand watts and enough to make Quackity’s stomach drop. “Yeah! You seem like a good guy.”

“He’s spying on you,” Quackity flatly says.

Sapnap gives him a wide-eyed look. “Dude!”

And the Disney guy? He fucking giggles, and Sapnap flushes again, attention back on him, and Quackity has a bad feeling about this.

“No offense, but you’re kind of a shit spy,” the man lightly says. “That’s fine, though. We don’t judge.”

“I’m a great spy,” Sapnap says. He jumps. “Not that I was doing it.”

This is embarrassing. Quackity is embarrassed for him.

The Disney guy giggles again, and Quackity’s stomach drops again, and he decides that he can take the rest of his break downstairs with George, actually.

“I’m, uh, going to bother George,” he announces. He stands and ignores Sapnap… ignoring him in favor of talking with this new guy.

“I’m Sapnap,” he hears Sapnap say as he leaves. “Uh, is there an application form? Or is this one of those…?”

“Nah, right here is fine,” the new guy says. Quackity turns his head to see that he has already taken the spot that Quackity was just sitting in. “I’m Karl, by the way. Assistant manager.”

And that’s the last Quackity hears of the two, slipping into the crowd exiting the American Eagle with a scowl.

The fucking Disney Store.

#karlnapity #c!karlnapity #c!quackity #c!sapnap #c!karl #mall au #idk i've never worked at a mall but i think this au is fun as hell #might put this on ao3 tonight (stay tuned for that)

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herssian · 3 years

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hey would you recommend World of Warcraft or FFXIV for a newcomer? I know you play both but I've barely ever touched online games and I'm conflicted

i love WoW and have upwards of a million characters in the world, i’ve actively roleplayed and gotten fully immersed in the universe... but FFXIV is fifty times friendlier to newcomers and you actually get to enjoy a linear story with properly introduced lore etc. i had to do my own research to understand warcraft's lore when i very first started playing the expansions. you don't get to enjoy the story fully unless you either a) have been playing for years or b) go out of your way to learn the overarching story. that’s not to say it’s TOO HARD to do that or even all that importany but it’s still an extra step outside playing the game

if you don’t have as much time or patience to be fully emerged into a universe, WoW allows you to pick up a class and play without having you go through quests giving a reason behind literally everything. it’s a double-edged sword and depends on what you like. it's my first mmorpg love, it just lacks in the rpg aspect as much as it pains me

if, however, you want to focus on the story, i highly suggest you go for ffxiv first. it plays like a high quality offline game except the portions that require dungeons/raids etc, and even then people are super accommodating and helpful to new players. not everyone is like that but compared to the warcraft playerbase, it’s NOTICEABLY less present. you also get a sprout icon by your name when you’re new until you’ve played sufficiently enough so people know to give you more leeway when you want to watch a thirty-hour cutscene before a dungeon so they have to camp it out in front of the boss (and it’ll happen. multiple times)

WoW:

friendlier if you want to smash and dash without much thought

faster leveling (since 2020)

a lot more races, ability to choose faction sides if you want to have a mortal enemy

so many elf variations. big elves, small elves, purple elves. pick an elf to annoy your local elf hater today

tanks and healers aren’t locked in their roles, they can change between three specs to allow them to dps in any grouped content which doesn’t happen in ffxiv. damage classes can tank if they forego god

the content is overarchingly easier to do. both games are easy but WoW forgives mistakes readily and has become a lot less death prone

the transmogrification system (to make your armor look like you want despite what you actually have equipped) is in my opinion better implemented here and a lot easier. might not be notable to you but if i don’t look like the hottest bitch in a game then it’s simply not worth it !

you can name your companion pets whatever you want

FFXIV:

amazing story

let me repeat that

the story WILL kick your ass. it’s personal to your character and has stakes. incredibly well thought-out, ever developing npcs

the music slaps so hard they should be charging you more for the subscription

one character can level any and all classes

housing! you, too, can now put a giant ass flying rat with a glowing tail in your garden and scare the shit out of everyone ❤

catgirls. catboys. cåtte

ACHIEVING FLYING WITH YOUR MOUNTS IS A LOT EASIER AND DOESN’T REQUIRE YOU TO SPEND ALL YOUR YOUTH ON UNLOCKING IT, BLIZZARD

soft spoilers but at some point your mortal enemy becomes a calvin klein model who’s horny for fighting and thinks you’re best friends? try to surpass that

if you play a lalafell you get a direct connection to satan that allows you to freely kill other players, devour their essence and ascend into godhood

notable con: the base game and starting portion can be very tiring to some people due to the sheer amount of quests. i personally enjoyed it but it might not be your thing

you can give warcraft a try until lvl 20 for free, and ffxiv now lets you try out the entirety of A Realm Reborn (base game) PLUS the first entire expansion all for free (insane amount of content to do without paying anything). give both a try and make up your mind, just make sure you allow some time to get used to the world/controls/classes :-)

#asks #ffxiv #WoW #/ long post #Anonymous

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oh-for-fic-sake · 4 years

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Ace In The Hole

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When the team decides to bring back Superman Wonder Woman agrees but on one condition she can bring someone in to help in case he goes rogue. Bruce agree just for a quiet life however no one was quite expecting a tall pubescent teen.

Warnings:Swearing, sort of angsty, bit of fluff

A/N: This was a request from priestess-of-death for a Scarlet witch type Shy Teen reader x Motherly Wonder Woman helping to defeat Steppenwolf. I used a mix of comic and movie abilities and got a little creative with the back story. This was the first heavy action piece I have done I tried really hard to make them believable and I hope it lives up to you expectations xx ps its looong!

Dividers are made by wrightyourmindaway

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Diana smiled in encouragement as she lead you down into a...warehouse? You looked around slowly as you both breezed through some heavy looking security. You moved closer to her trying to calm your breathing."You'll be fine... They are children really, nothing to be frightened of I promise" you nodded to the woman fully trusting her, she had never lead you wrong before and was unlikely to stat now. Quickly scurrying up behind her your shaking hands clutching as her forearm in a white knuckle grip as she made it into the huge warehouse where there was a group of people waiting....

"Whats Mr Wayne doing here?" You tilted your head a little to her she smiled at you patting your hand but ignored the question as Bruce moved forward holding a hand out to her exasperated.

"Diana...What? I thought you said you had someone who'd help with-" he stopped when she shot him a look holding a hand on your shoulder she pulled you around her pressing insistently so you stood forward. Almost as if trying to show you off to the group rubbing your back as your breathing hitched. The others glowered at the woman behind you instantly making assumptions about you already. It was clear to them that you had no idea what was about to be asked of you.

"Why have you returned with a kid? I thought you were going to get someone who could actually help! We have a crisis on our hands here-" Diana growled moved stepping away from you making you panic a little just sort of hovering there alone as the other three analyzed you. Each eyeing you intently weighing you up, judging you. You wanted to melt into the floor you trusted Diana you really did...But this was big...or you thought it was, it must be she hadn't shared the details but for her to pull you out of school; And your attendance was something she was very strict with .It must be a big deal. You shifted from one foot to the other well aware of the men in the room outright staring at you. You took a deep breath trying to focus on anything other then the situation you found yourself in.

"She is here to help Bruce..She's something else powerful and I know shes going to be a great help." You moved pulling on the sleeves of your knit sweater the cuffs loose from the way you bite and pull at them from anxiety, you twisted the soft wool through your fingers looping and unlooping the hanging stitch around the tip of your finger, you looked around. She turned to you holding out a hand and you all but ran at her pinching at her jacket. Bruce wasn't convinced peering at you with a huff.

"I met her a few years ago, she helped me save a lot of people and is definitely someone we need on the team." You took a deep breath as Mr Wayne gave you a sharp look.

"Soo she has abilities? What are they?" You looked wide eyed at Diana as Bruce stood over you and flinched trying to tuck yourself into her.

"I...er...There’s lots...hard to explain..." you spoke quietly almost frightened of being heard by him...He seemed very strict. He sighed realizing he wasn't going to get very far in the way of answers from you, turning on his heal he threw Diana a look tilting his head at her.

"Right...okay so in other words not a clue.." Diana growled at him moving to shield you as you bit your lip looking at the floor. You could see the man was stressed you took a slow step back not used to being this close to strangers....you didn't like strangers. They were...unpredictable.

"How is she gonna be help if she is to scared to even speak?"

"Bruce! She isn't scared she is just shy... She has what we amazons call chaos magic...Its an ancient gift! One that is coverted by ancient beings....It proved very useful in fighting him last time!" You closed your eyes cursing yourself for being so shy, but you were surprised when the frighteningly tall long haired man stood from his seat on the desk looking to Diana then you staring holes into you.

"Chaos magic? As in the gods sealing disgraced gods magic inside a mortal? That Chaos magic?....Isn't that supposed to be a fairy tale? Legend or something? yadda yadda all that shit?" You looked at him as he watched you intently...Gods? You looked to Diana for help you don't know what the huge man meant but it frightened you.

"Not legends Arthur...They were real...For generations these bloodlines held some magical abilities...But as time grew on the blood thinned going from incredible abilities to clairvoyant falling further and further until finally the gods interference was... effectively bred out and they became normal humans again... She is a matriarch of a new bloodline... She has to be! Her abilities are far to similar to those of the first generations. She has Chaos magic and its strong...stronger than anything the amazons have seen in nearly two and a half thousand years" The man; Arthur nodded to you and huffed

"I know what they are... But You really expect me to believe that all that power is in this lanky pipsqueak that speedy Gonzalez over there could snap like a twig?" He laughed shaking his head scoffing.

"Sorry but I just don't see it" he walked passed you and leaned on a metal beam still eyeing you.Diana was quick to jump at him, hell bent on protecting you from his seemingly harsh words. The others stood back as she got irritated with Arthur and Bruce's attitude.

"Trust me on this she stands more of a chance against Superman then the five of us together" you looked up at her startled. Against Superman? Wasn't he dead? Unless he never died but something else happened to him something sinister?...And what did she mean against. Did they want you to fight superman. Fuck no. You pulled at her arm making her look at you softly.

"What? but I thought he was... I...Is that what you need? For me to...To what exactly? Fight him? I don't think I can-" She moved over to you leaning down, tho not to far considering you were very tall for your age having your teenage growth spurt a tad early and settling at a firm 5 foot 4 inches and still growing. She gave you an apologetic look.

"We are bringing him back...And we want...Need all the help we can get...We don't know what's going to happen, if he is going to be the same..." you hugged yourself tightly shrugging her off a little shaking your head.

"B-but you said...I'm not...What you saw me do could...I could change him, fuck him up so bad and then what?" She sighed looking down she knew full well you didn't have much confidence in yourself but the others? your outburst hadn't helped convince anyone. She knew you wasn't ready but she didn't have a choice, no one did not anymore. She moved back to face you smiling softly.

"Your strong, I've seen some of what your capable of and I feel like that was just the tip of the iceberg...I’m sorry for doing his to you, so young...so much to loose and If I could keep you out of this I would...I know I said that I would call on you when your ready...when you have grown into your powers...But we don’t have time for that we need you now...there is an enemy...Steppenwolf he has tried to end this world once before over three thousand years ago the three races of men thwarted him then... but he has come back with a vengeance and is here already days away from destroying this planet and we need to put and end to him. To do that we need as many meta-humans fighting this battle and we need Superman back... I promise that I will protect you even if it costs me my life...But please please we need you with us." You looked down at your feet and nodded.

"Okay...I will help...Can you just give me a sec....need to go home and get changed" you heard Bruce and Arthur sigh and start complaining they didn't have time, but Diana ignored them nodding to you. You smiled and closed your eyes vanishing in a cloud of bluey purple fog like haze, teleporting from the warehouse.

Diana smirked as the moaning men stopped their bitching as the tall teen disappeared. She moved slowly to the desk leaning on it crossing her arms and frowned at the team."I expect you to be much kinder to her. There’s no need for you to go at her like that! She is young and shy and what I've asked from her has probably terrified her, but she is here and she is helping, that is my compromise on bringing him back. She stays, I'm taking full responsibility for her, you upset her or scare her away and there will be hell to pay! Understand?" The four men gulped each nodding slowly, Barry looked ready to piss himself. It took a lot for Diana to get defensive like this and none of them had ever seen her in the almost hostile state. She meant business. She nodded after meeting everyone's gaze. it was clear that Diana was very protective of you and none of them doubted she would rip them a knew one if they upset you.

"Remember be nice... This was the compromise and you agreed Bruce" Suddenly you were back in the room this time in a pair of thick black leggings and long sleeved blue top with tiny white anchors on it much easier to move around in...its not like you actually had a super suit. Blinking shaking your head a little you smiled shyly as everyone looked at you closely the silence was broken by Bruce who began to fill you in on The plan.

You moved cautiously around the ship as Bruce and Viktor moved Superman's ...corpse? Body? Into the pool letting him sink a little. You looked from one to the other as they all began discussing how this was gonna go, for the mos part you tried to keep out of everyone’s way but as they deliberated amongst themselves emphasizing how this had to be executed so precise to the second you spoke up.

"I-I'll hold it.....If Barry is late I will slow it down....So it hits...The water thingy...on time." They looked to you, Diana smiling happy that you was willing to help it had been the first time you'd tried making yourself heard...So far you'd only spoke when directly asked something and even then it was one word answers if you could get away with it. She probably should have shed some light on you for the others and filled them in on your story but she was hoping that you would open up to them, she supposed it was her...Motherly instinct towards you she was trying to she was trying to use this situation as a learning curve to pry you out of your shell with the group so they would help you over your shyness...It was holding you back and she could see the others didn't really understand they didn't see anything but a silly little girl who didn't belong here mistaking your shy nature for fear ,Barry sighed placing hands on his hips taking a dismissive tone with you.

"How its not like you can see me when I'm moving that fast-"Diana frowned going to scold Barry for trying to dismiss you so rudely but was cut off by you speaking up for yourself, seeing a glimpse of the fiery girl behind the shy exterior.

"How can you say that when you've never seen my powers..." He scoffed shaking his head at you then turned to the others

"I'll get into position count me down" Before you could reply to him he was gone. you looked down to your sleeves again tugging on them. That was why you didn't bother with people, you were mature and quiet which was strange for a thirteen year old you knew that, but it never got easier having people always underestimate you for your age. Victor sighed looking at you he could see your dilemma to an extent you were much like him, you had low confidence and being shy wasn't doing you any favors he still didn't think you belonged there but he could see how crushed you was being shut down by Barry when all you wanted to do was help.

"You really think you can?..This has to be spot on there can't be any mistakes" you looked to the water again then nodded.

"I've stopped trains and stuff.." Viktor blinked at you.

"This is going to be faster than a train maybe you should step back on this one..." he frowned noting his comment had come across almost as dismissive as Barry's and you heaved a slow deep breath looking to Superman , he could see you fidgeting with your fingers again. He sighed and looked towards Diana flinching when he noticed her dark look as she shook her head at him then spoke on your behalf.

"Is it faster then lightning?" You turned to Diana who spoke for you and smiled at her as Viktor turned to you shocked,.

"Lightning? You’ve stopped lightning?" You nodded shrugging slowly twiddling the threads on your sleeves which by now everyone knew was a habit, something you did when your anxiety spiked.

"Ugh well yeah it was gonna hit the tree in my garden....It'd make it fall on my dads car and he'd get mad soo....So gave it a nudge... it was pretty fast so a box shouldn't be so hard to stop." He nodded with a small smile trying to reassure you. You guessed it was a good thing as he told you to be ready. Then it happened, the box began to fall and Barry ran...It was..he was to slow,well not slow but they would be off by a second or so and quickly raised your hands, your power lunged out in one short millisecond burst of bright blue making the Motherbox's descent stutter then it hit the water just as Barry Passed it. There was a bright light and a huge noise like a crack then you looked up noticing a hole in the ceiling, then to pool it was empty...Superman was alive!. You grinned excited that he was back! you felt a flood of relief as you realized the plan had worked but any joy was quickly replaced by a stomach churning uncertainty. You looked to Diana asking her what to do and she just smiled nodding for you to follow.

You found yourself standing in line with the others looking up as Superman paced slowly across his own monument, like a predator.....A confused dangerous predator finally he looked noticing you all. That was when your stomach dropped, something was wrong, seriously wrong.

"Diana! I-I can see....He's not right! He-hes confused angry, the memories are there...but-but not in order! Fast flashing even I cant make sense of them...there making me dizzy!....they are confusing...it looks...Feels painfull" Arthur looked down the line at you wide eyed.

"You can see in peoples heads?! Fuck me!" You winced and gave him a quick glance not really wanting to take your eyes off the frantic Alien. You looked back at Superman trying to tap into him. He was angry anxious worried...confused all in one yet above all he looked determined. Whatever he had just decided was definitely going to happen. You gasped seeing him turn for the worst.

"Diana...He remembers Bruce trying to kill him." At those words Diana realized how bad this was and watched him ready to strike. He zeroed in on Viktor who was loosing control of his arm. You quivered not wanting any part of this, terrified as Viktor fought with his defense system.

"P-please sto-op it ple-please I don't w-want to fight him pl-please" your words were barely a whisper, more breaths to be honest

"I cant..I'm sorry" it was to late, Viktor had fired. You watched in horror as the newly revived very volatile kryptonian swerved dodging the blast. Suddenly all hell broke loose.

You froze gulping physically shaking as the others dived at him each having a go at him each failing. You watched as Barry made his move but faltered slipping and scrambling out of the way. In moment of panic you moved, wanting to to help Barry who was still scrambling trying to get his legs underneath him to get away. Suddenly you were between them moving your hands up in a defensive move and stretching them pulling a think wispy cord of your power between them screaming throwing everything you had at the man? Alien? Your power erupted around him in a burst of purples and blues moving in an enraged roaring fire centering around him and tapered off into slow tendrils moving in a smoke like fashion. you grunted as he pushed against it. Cringing when he nearly tore himself free from it, you almost collapsed as he beat at it swiping this way and that. You glanced down seeing Barry sitting there stunned as you pushed back against Superman panting and grunting as he thrashed wildly at you.

"Barry! Move get out of here! I can't hold him for long!" you trembled body beginning to ache as your energy was pouring out towards him trying to fully ensnare him. There was a spark and Barry was gone of to the side. This was much harder then you'd thought it’d be and that was saying something. You coughed as he made a particularly well aimed heavy hit, the ricochet almost winding you making you draw back for a split second. Seeing you falter Arthur was quick to charge at him only to be batted away being sent flying as Superman man a bee line for you, he had decided to take you out first it seems. How you managed to throw out another wave towards him you didn't know but you had slowing him when he was a hairs breath away from you. You stumbled back quickly this wasn't working you couldn't hold him off for long. It was meant to fully subdue him! you panicked this was the first time someone had broken through it and you didn't know what to do. you looked left and right still trying to get as much distance between the two of you as he managed to land another hit momentarily breaking you down. you scrabbled back as the others lunged for him again all being strewn across the area as he still gunned for you. You struggled to keep him at bay it wasn't working as intended but it slowed him down significantly, his lunges and punches were more like a mortal man. Slow enough to dodge you cried out moving and dodging him as best as you could then you screamed seeing the red of his eyes. He was going to?!

"NO STOP PLEASE!" He didn't listen you could see it in his face, you were an enemy something to destroy. You pulled back quickly switching from slowing him to attacking him throwing a wave of fire? Energy? You didn't know what it was but it destroyed things and right now it was your only chance at survival. You didn't hesitate. You couldn't! It was wrong, felt wrong but you attacked him just in time his lethal eyes released their heat you felt it as it hit yours causing an almost sunburn like feeling across your uncovered skin. You heard Diana screaming out at him the moment he unleashed his red gaze at you but it didn't gather his attention.The impact threw you both back, he was up quicker then you. He got up and regarded you for a second trying to figure you out then rushed at you once again, you caught him again slowing him. He looked around and fought batting at your hold of him, trying to find that weak spot again. You moved deciding to read him, it was risky and if it didn't work you were dead but...But if it did? he would be back...properly. steeling your nerves you twisted ducking dodging his fist sidestepping him spinning and throwing up a hand just catching him with your fingers hovering them at his temple and pressed one smoky glowing tendril into his mind you followed him forward maintaining contact watching as his eyes shone a bright color somewhere between purple and blue.

That was all it took to completely stop him, he was under....Sort of he was fighting you inside he felt lost and frightened, you ventured deeper projecting your self to him trying to show him you wasn't going to harm him.

"I-it's okay...I'm not gonna hurt you I just wanna help....Just helping okay...Please please don't hit me" The others held their breath not quite sure what you'd done to stop the raging kryptonian. Whatever it was working as he stood stock still his arms dropping by his sides looking off into space. Once you felt him relax you spoke to him again

"I'm going to help..Just try to stay calm okay?" he didn't really reply just let out a breath his shoulders slumping head dropping to the side pressing your fingertips to the flushed skin on his temple. You smiled letting out a shaky breath and began weaving through his mind giving gentle tugs here and there pushing the images,his memories together into something he could hopefully understand. You felt his mind loose the frantic undertone as you moved them into place and let out a breath moving your other hand to his other temple. he grunted softly moving his eyes trying to peer at you they were softer then before.

"Err what is she doing?" Diana smiled at Bruce who had just showed up with a car pulling up behind him, a woman got out and ran towards them all .

"C-clark?" Diana had to grab the woman from running to him.

"No...Not yet, he is confused he is...attacking everyone he see" the woman looked on tearfully watching the teen with glowing hands do something to him she glanced at Diana worried

"Y/n She's....helping him she said his memories were confusing him, they were jumbled...He couldn't remember who he was...What he was it wad causing him pain trying to make sense...I'd bet shes helping him remember slowly...So it doesn't hurt him" as Diana said this the woman gulped looking frightened. Diana cast a smirk over to Bruce 'I told you so'.

"So she can manipulate minds?" Diana nodded

"I told you she is powerful she has an arsenal of abilities at her disposal....And as she gets older she will get stronger...She could get more abilities to but for now she is stable." Everyone seemed to take a deep breath as they watched closely. You slowly began to retreat from the kryptonians mind, he felt better calm and collected. You pulled your hands away completely but held them in front of you still, ready to attack if need be. He blinked once twice then a third and final time and looked at you clearly moving a had to his head rubbing at his temple.

"A-are you alright now? Please tell me your alright I don't want to fight you again..." he offered a small smile to you nodding slightly.

"I'm...Better thank you" you nodded and stepped back still wary of him. Your body trembled as adrenaline rushed through you still. Going up against him was terrifying and you never wanted a rematch You flinched when he suddenly turned as a red haired woman ran up behind him he grabbed her tight in a hug seconds later the pair were flying off...He wont be helping then? Shit. You watched as they disappeared only looking down as Diana had run up to you holding your arms twisting you this way and that checking you over."Are you okay? Your not hurt are you? He didn't hit you or-or" you shook your head as she fretted over you. You flushed as the others watched as Diana moved smoothing back your hair to look you in the eye, then ran her gaze across you again in frantic zig zags.

"No I'm fine...Didn't get hit, he will be back to normal soon...I put it back together again..." she grinned at you and hugged you to herself tight.

"I'm so very proud of you...You pulled through even though you were frightened and you did it! You were very brave" you looked at the floor kicking the ground.

"Y-your proud? No ones ever been proud of me before" She smiled pulling back from you.

"Of course I am! You were scared but had a job to do, you stopped him like I knew you could and you helped him come to his senses!"

"But he left! That wasn't the plan"

"It doesn't matter...You did it...You and I hope its proved to yourself that you are in control of this, that you can help" you nodded then snapped your head over to the ship, there was a portal opening up on the other side you saw steppenwolf in it holding the box. The Motherbox was gone...He had all three.

Since the whole incident with superman the groups seemed more tolerant of you. You'd proved your usefulness to an extent so they were more receptive to you still tho they was finding it hard to see past you shyness and the fact your were a thirteen year old. But things were slightly better in the team.there was low morale they were irritated.

"Sooo? Y/N what was that back there? it think its time you told us just what you can do." the others nodded at Bruce’s statement. you took a breath and nodded to him swallowing looking him in the eye

"I-I can do lots...telekinesis moving stuff... The beamy fire thingy...That’s err w-well I’m not sure Diana calls it energy manipulation...I can sometimes make force fields and barriers....Teleportation then I can read people...Like look in there heads ...its what I did to him mindreading sort of and recently I’ve noticed I can twist thoughts...That’s what I did to him to but I swear I was just helping his thoughts were all over the place, he really really wanted to kill us..." Arthur wriggled his fingers in the air

"So that glowey eye thing you did to him makes him what? exactly." you swallowed

"I-I was..well... its hard to explain, he was angry, confused and in pain so i looked through...I put them in order;his thoughts...Just gentle tugs so he would calm down....The only other thing I have realized recently" you glanced warily across the room everyone was watching intently Diana was nodding to you she knew as you got older you’d gain more abilities.

"What is it?”

"Peoples perceptions I can change it as I see fit...Make them believe things...Make them see things.... Hallucinations and stuff... Make them experience their darkest fears of wildest dreams." there was a breath of silence Viktor smiled at you

"And it worked...Thank you I..We could all see how hard it was for you but you really pulled through" you smiled wide at them

"Really? Your not..not mad he left I mean I know that could have stopped him and dragged him back but I didn't wanna hurt the lady..." Bruce spoke up next shaking his head.

"Honestly if it wasn't for you doing what you did...We would all be dead...I'm not sure even Lois would have been enough to stop him. And you made the right call not pulling him back..Yo-you did good kid you did real good...But no pokeing around our minds you here me?" You giggled relaxing for the first time around them nodding

"I-I wouldn't do that anyway...I don't make a habit of it sometimes what you see can...Hurt" your voice trailed off and the room fell into a deafening silence everyone knew there was a story behind it but didn't press further. Barry noticing the tension spoke up.

"Soo is this a bad time to bring up my blood sugar?" Bruce sighed waving him off just before Barry left he asked you to join him. He had been much more approachable since saving him in the battle. You smiled gratefully as you knew he was giving you and escape from the 'adult talk' and followed him out of the bat cave.

This was it, you'd found him the ride over here had been...Tense and embarrassing for some...Namely Arthur who had inadvertently had a heart to heart with everyone after he'd sat his ass on Diana's lasso of truth. Yet during his funny rambling he had admitted that the thought you was 'kick ass' and that he'd been to quick to judge you, which had made you beam at him. But now as you stood with the others overlooking the chaos being unleashed upon the people you shivered, those fear demons were swarming the place and they will pose a problem for you.You were scared. Scared of the fight, scared of loosing a member of the team. And most of all scared of failure.

You watched as large mineral like pylons arched in and out of the ground causing craters into the ground, they all moved faster spreading out from the center of all the chaos. You looked towards the others as they to peered down at the town. Bruce had dropped you off and was making his way towards it. There was a massive dome covering the town that was protecting it from any outside interference. You watched as a huge swarm of those..Fear demons swirled around inside that is what you were worried about. This was the first proper full scale battle you were going to be in and you were scared so they were going to go to town on you. You held your breath when Bruce got closer and closer.

"Sh-should he be doing that alone?" You asked to no one in particular they all watched humming then turned to Diana.

"....No not alone lets go" you nodded watching as Bruce broke through the dome hitting it full speed creating an opening then slowly the dome shattered falling to the earth in huge chunks causing the ground to tremble below your feet as you all made your way down to the town. You watched intently as Bruce continued his kamikaze mission luring the fear demons his way with a loud irritating sound blasting from the batmobile. Somehow you managed to keep pace with them only just reaching the town before the fight began.

In the panic you got separated from the others but you knew what you needed to do. You moved fast doing small teleporting 'jumps' here and there using the energy around you to attack the stragglers that Were to slow to catch up to Bruce. You moved with ease as you burned and disintegrated the fear demons one by one then as you go more confident you stretched out hitting more and more with each attack slowly getting the hang of it. You stopped on top of a low building trying to work out your and the others positions. They were all scattered but Bruce was coming towards you fast but he was smothered! The demons were attacking the batmobile in one quick move you made the leap as he tore down the road like a bat out of hell. By some miracle you landed on it as you did Bruce. Began bitching at you

"What the?.....Kid what the hell are you doing? Get down from there!" Rolling your eyes you pushed on all sides creating a deadly barrier around him instantly killing anything within a nine foot radius.

"JUST KEEP GOING!" You could feel his exasperation threw the metal of the vehicle, but he continued moving using your barrier to take out more and more of them hitting right threw the main swarm leaving dust in your wake as you tore through them.

"Okay kid good job....Now off I'm about to make a quick exit" you smiled happy that he had finally acknowledged you...Praised you. You moved to the side and off quickly pulling the energy that was clogging up the air around you, using it to make a safe landing as you saw the Batmobile jump and Bruce pop out of it kicking ass.

You looked towards the huge nuclear chimney in the distance. That was your target, you began running making your way towards it, by now all your fear had died out. You'd found a new confidence, you could do this. You could help them save people. Save the world, and it was a good feeling. You moved your hands in a huge circular motion then pushed forward defeating large amounts of fear demons with larger blasts as you move further towards the epicenter where the boxes were clearly being held. Around half way Diana and Arthur caught up with you.

"Kid! Ease up!" You blinked confused as Arthur pulled your arm down.

"What? But I?" Diana cut you off.

"Y/n Steppenwolf cant know, we cant let him know what you are he will kill you...Its clear he learned his lesson from last time, he isn't fooling around one of your kind brought him down last time nearly killed him and he thinks that your all gone..." Arthur patted your shoulder

"Your our ace in the hole pipsqueak! We need you to tone it down so he don't get any ideas, you need to be up by Viktor when the boxes can be separated you have to be there and help pull them apart." You looked from one to the other.

"Clark is a no show and we still don't know how deep Viktor’s going to go...your the next one who can do it...I know I'm asking a lot but could you-" you interrupted her with a smile.

"You can count on me... I'll do it!" She smiled pulling you to her giving you a hug you missed the severe look the two shared over you.

It wasn't long before the team found itself facing of Steppenwolf himself. You and Barry got into position being put on what Barr called 'bug duty' you each moved around one another disposing of the bugs around Viktor as he worked. You flinched as the platform shook with a hit from the fight below. You whimpered frightfully feeling just how heavy the hits were.

"Y/n your okay...your okay alright! Just stay with me! " you looked to Viktor even when trying his hardest to work he was trying to calm you down. You ignored what ever doubts were in your head and pulled yourself together.

"I-I'm alright just ...Don’t worry about me I'm fine!" attacking the few bugs that your momentary fear had called over, dealing with them quickly.

That was when it happened, you saw it Diana leapt down over Arthur protecting him from falling debris. For a split second your heart stopped as you couldn't help panicking. No one should survive a direct hit like that, forgetting that they wasn't ordinary humans you feared the worst and screamed out to them. As you thought you'd just lost the closest thing to a mother you'd ever known. The thought made you loose control the blast you sent out came in two shock waves, the first quick and violent making the earth tremble and the second a rolling wave of raging fire like destruction , you didn't know how far it went but it felt much bigger than anything you'd achieved before and brought you to your knees leaving you weak.

The you gasped when you looked up seeing Diana throw the debris away and you smiled nearly sobbing as you shook on the floor. The relief was short lived as Steppenwolf's eyes locked on you, within seconds you were held by your throat he hoisted you up to his face.

"Chaos? I thought you were all dead...pity" you struggled against him, weak and unable to anything more then scratch at his hand that covered front the base of your neck all the way to your face covering your mouth and nose. He moved kicking Viktor with all his might sending him flying then he moved arm stretched out over the platform. You panicked you needed some time to get your energy back, you were exhausted drained and the fact you could use your powers was making you panic even more. You bit his hand but to no avail he was slowly suffocating you, you tried kicking at him but it didn't work.

Suddenly you could breath! As you began falling you saw Arthur’s tridents protruding from the arm that held you. You dint have time to scream as you fell feeling a strong cable loop around your ankle. Bruce had caught you and heaved you up to the platform where Viktor was. You panted trying to ease your lungs

"You alright?" You calmed yourself down nodding to him then scrabbled to the motherboxes you needed energy and there was a perfect source right in front of you one quick swipe across it and you had taken some fro yourself, like charging up a battery.It was lucky you did as steppenwolf was coming up behind you fast you moved just in time rolling away and threw a blast at him but it didn't do much damage you were still very weak. You moved changing tactics pulling the objects around you trying to impale him or something. You landed a few hits on him as you ran around frantically dodging him. Diana got between you jumping and attacking him getting him off your back for a few seconds.

It was then you heard it, the sonic boom that was the tell tale arrival of Superman you looked up trying to spot him. But in looking up you failed to notice steppenwolf stalking towards you he had beaten away Diana and was coming for you again he raised his weapon and struck the platform making it smash and you screamed as you began falling still to weak you use your teleportation. Your descent was cut short as you were caught all you saw was a flutter of red, you looked up seeing Clark holding you gently.

"Please pay more attention...people like him wont play fair now where do you need to be?" you nodded to Viktor as he hovered for a few seconds

"Right" he nodded then flew higher you squeaked as he moved fast twisting around steppenwolf as he lunged for you both with ease and placed you next to victor.

"Stay on your guard... I mean it" he pointed a finger at you as he spoke, you gasped as you saw a huge fist flying toward him but he knew quickly dodging it then punching steppenwolf in the face sending him into the chimney , he followed him beating the crap out of him. You moved to Viktor and placed a hand over the boxes letting some of their energy flow into you, you noticed Viktor’s quick questioning gaze.

"Its energy....And I'm low so just...Charging?" He gave a subtle nod and continued.

"Good you’ll need it" You felt your power flooding back slowly you stayed still taking as much as you could. Only stopping when you felt a shift behind you. You turned seeing Arthur Bruce and Diana battling steppenwolf but try as they might he was gaining on you and Viktor the battle naturally veered towards you. You wasn't sure what happened but something must have as Barry and Clark were no where to be seen.

Taking one last surge of energy from the boxes you pivoted throwing it to steppenwolf blasting him back down to the floor below giving Arthur the perfect opening to strike from above the others following now keeping him occupied down there. You sighed they could hold him off for a while longer.

"Is he still bothering you?" You watched as Clark dive bombed him into the floor leaving a huge crater, as the huge alien tried to sit up Clark hit him again keeping him down.

"QUICKLY THERE READY!" You held your breath as Viktor shouted this. It was time. He called Clark over and explained what had to be done.

"And fall out from these?" You and Viktor shared a look and he nodded to the kryptonian.

"Err yeah big boom." You added he nodded as you all got ready, you couldn't worry about the others now you had a job to do.

On Viktor’s signal and three of you pulled. You quickly realized this was going to hurt, you held your breath pouring everything you had into prying the boxes apart. Your body shook as your muscles ached and pulled trying to cramp as you pressed on. You screamed out i agony when you began moving them away, it was working but at what cost? You could feel your power waning fast quickly being drained. Tears streamed down your face as you tried pushing harder taking it up a gear. Your palms stung and it was getting harder to breath, the high raw power off these things made the air thick and hot it was burning your throat and lungs. Finally with one more heave they seemed to snap away from each other. The blast was something else it didn't hit you more like went through you. Hitting your insides just as hard as your skin.

You were thrown off the platform and hit the ground hard. Your back took most of the fall you wheezed trying to catch some breath. You could hear the other two laughing and joking...You didn't understand how tho didn't they just feel that? You tried moving only to cry out slightly it would have been louder but you couldn't move not even your jaw. Diana heard you tho and ran kneeling next to you.

"Y/N! Oh my god! Are you alright?" You looked at her panicked you wanted to tell her you couldn't move, but you could only lay there moving your eyes. You winced as something built up inside of you, moving...Bubbling almost you could feel it in your nerves biting at them with a sharp sting. It was quickly moving to the surface what ever this was it wanted out now! Your skin prickled hair standing on end.

"Can you? GUYS SHE-SHE CAN'T.. I DON'T THINK SHE CAN MOVE HELP! DO SOMETHING!" You watched as Diana's face went from worried to panicked making you worry more, you heard the others moving over to you but you managed a slight shake of your head. No get back! You screamed in your head for them to back away but it was to late Diana had leaned over you and moved a hand to touch you instantly she was blasted back from the contact, you felt heard her land hard a few meters away. Releasing the small blast had revealed some pressure and was now letting the energy escape from you. In a few seconds you was able to move albeit you were stiff and slow in getting up. Your body was jerking and shuddering twitching as the your powers swirled around uncontrollably below the surface.

"Y/N what the? WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!" You flinched and turned to an irate Arthur who was helping up Diana the woman placed a hand on his arm stopping him from shouting at you. Viktor to held up a hand trying to calm him.

"She couldn't help it.... The blast hit us...She absorbed it, she was using the energy earlier charging herself fro. It...she's must have absorbed to much and its trying to escape" you looked to Viktor in thanks standing slowly you could feel it the raw power ghosting the skin of your palms the bright blues and purples coiling off of you into tendrils of smoke.

You caught from the corner of your eye steppenwolf rising enraged he moved aiming his weapon for Barry. One blast was all it took for you knock the others away , steppenwolf took most of the blast but you hit your target shattering his weapon the ricochet sending him into the thick concrete behind him. You looked to the others although they were scattered on the floor they were fine. You called all of the excess power fro. the boxes, it needed to be used and you had just the target, you felt it rise as you molded your own around it to keep control. The others watched at

"Wh-what no! NO THIS CANNOT BE!" He charged at you but you stood your ground the others watched as you became engulfed in a swirling mass of dangerous power. This is what Chaos truly looked like steppenwolf looked frightened and he had a right to be, none of them wanted to be in his shoes at that moment. You thrust both hands out hitting him directly he screamed still trying to rush forward but you pushed harder. It wasn't long before everything stopped. You let the last of the borrowed power rush forward from your palms and sighed.

Finally you was back to normal...Exhausted but normal, you dropped your hands slowly as everything retreated there was just a scorch mark where steppenwolf had stood. He was dead, you panted and wobbled a little unsteady on your feet that had really taken its toll on you. Diana ran up to you hugging you tightly supporting you as you dropped, you were dead on your feet.

"You-you killed him? How? not even we could all those years ago."you smiled then coughed a little

"Those boxes are...something else" you said chuckling you groaned as she held you tighter

"I'm so proud of you! You did so well I cant believe you did that, but don't you ever frighten me like that again you here?!" You nodded slowly to her as she pulled back holding you at an arms length you could see tears in her eyes.

"I thought I'd lost you! That I'd dragged you to your death!" You chuckled at her weakly

"Makes us even then?"

"Don’t you get cheeky with me!" She gave you a stern look then quickly smothered you with a bone crushing hug again just glad you were safe. None of the others knew where you had come from, or how you met Diana but what they did know that she had a bond with you that was not to be trifled with as they watched her dote on you who was very flushed and trying to pry her off of you.

"Dianaa stoopp! Their staring!" They chuckled at your whining and Diana's blatant ignorance to your embarrassment it was clear she was taking on the mother hen role as she licked her thumb and began wiping at a mark on your cheek making you wriggle and whine louder. The team looked to one another nodding making a silent vow to help protect and look after you. God help anyone who upsets this kid.

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EVER SINCE NEW YORK II | MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

Description: Description: I was messaged saying: “If you don’t write a young Matthew enemies to lovers fic featuring an obsession with sucking on boobs then what’s the point 😔.” So, here it is, folks! The ultimate College!Matthew fic.

PART 2! Read Part 1 here.

Soundtrack:

Maps - Maroon 5.

Me & Ur Ghost - Blackbear.

Keep You Close - Frenship.

Word Count: 3,341.

Rating: M.

Warning/Includes: Sexual intercourse, substance use, a bit of angst.

Fall, Sophomore Year.

Tisch School of the Arts,

New York University.

New York City.

“Okay, you know what?” You scoffed, throwing your hands up in surrender. “I give up. I don’t give a fuck anymore.”

Claire laughed from behind you, “You alright over there?”

“No,” you grumbled. You pressed down on the black frame, using all your might to make the command strip stick to the wall. Yet, when you stepped back, it would pop off of the surface, and your ballet poster was lopsided. It’d been a vicious cycle for 10 minutes. “This goddamn command strip won’t stick. What the fuck?”

“Okay, grumpy, step away from the poster,” Claire ordered, grabbing onto your shoulders and escorting you to the center of the room. “The room looks great, [y/n], why are you so stressed?”

“I am not stressed. I am frustrated, and those damn command strips aren’t cheap. I’m pissed.”

“Okay, staples queen, tell you what,” she sighed. “I will go buy you a pack of command strips and personally mount the poster myself, okay?”

You looked up at Claire, giving her a soft smile. “Did I win the roommate lottery or what?”

“Yeah, but better not say stuff like that too much. People are gonna start thinking we’re a different type of roommates.”

You laughed, and shook your head at her.

“[y/n], what’s up?” Claire asked. “You’ve been moody as fuck ever since we moved back in for the semester. Classes haven’t even started yet and you’re moping around. What’s going on?”

Well, Claire, you thought. I’m glad you asked. I’m glad you brought it up, because I’ve been dying to talk about it for a while. You see, I fucked my mortal enemy, and it was so good that I did it a second time. And no, I’m not talking about my cinematography professor, I’m talking about Matthew. Gubler. I fucked Matthew Gubler. Yes, I know. Hell has frozen over. Because I hated him. I hate him. I think he’s awful. Especially since he thinks it’s okay to fuck someone, ignore their existence, fuck them again, ignore their existence, and then leave them with a vague ass note? 505. 505! I’ve looked up every possible meaning of 505 that there is. The song, urban dictionary, numerology. And I can’t figure the shit out. And it doesn’t help that Matthew didn’t say a word to me over summer break. I’m just lost and confused and I know you would understand and you would know what to do.

But it’s Matthew.

And I can’t tell anyone. Especially you.

“Last semester was a royal disaster,” you sighed. “I just don’t wanna overwhelm myself again. Y’know with class, and shows, and parties. I wanna do right this semester, but it’s a little stressful. So, I’m a little stressed.”

Claire looked at you for a long time, eyebrows lowered and her eyes scanning your face. She had a gut feeling that you were lying, but didn’t wanna be a bitch. So she bit her tongue.

“Let’s go get something to eat,” she smiled.

Classes started that following Monday. Your first lecture was at 10 o’clock. And you woke up at 10:15. Having showered the night before, you brushed your teeth, put on your outfit and fixed your hair all in ten minutes and hiked it across campus in 4 minutes. You rushed up to the classroom door, and entered the lecture very calmly. People were scattered about in the auditorium, some towards the sides, a lot front and center. But only one person sitting in the very back row.

Matthew.

Too occupied with explaining yourself to your professor, you didn’t notice Matthew until a few minutes after entering. You refused to make eye contact with him, nervously staring at your feet as you walked over to him. And took a seat at his side.

“Hey.”

Those were the only words spoken for an hour and fifteen minutes. However, within 10 minutes of seeing you again, Matthew began to rub your thigh. His fingers grazed the top of your leg, slowly but surely making their way to your inner thigh. You held your breath, staring up at the professor the whole time and pretending to take notes.

When Matthew’s fingers pressed against your clit, you almost gasped. But you kept your mouth shut, stifling the sound. He smirked to himself, only glancing at you when you were too shaken up to notice. You propped up the screen of your laptop, hiding your face behind it so you could let out quiet moans. You were so sensitive, and very glad that you wore a skirt to class.

Matthew’s fingers slid your panties to the side and made skin to skin contact with your clit, applying pressure as he rubbed you. You exhaled for a long time, swear words wanting to fly out of your mouth instead. The professor’s words drowned out a long time ago, and at this point you didn’t care. You just needed to come.

Matthew remembered the way you liked to be touched, he had to. Because he was able to bring you to the edge so quickly, it was insane. You clenched your thighs around his wrist to signal your nearing release, and he grinned.

You rested your head on the keyboard of your laptop, hiding from everyone as you came. Your jaw dropped, and you had to stop yourself from groaning too loudly. Matthew removed his hand from under your skirt. He sucked on the tips of his fingers, just to get the taste of you on his tongue. Then, with only 2 minutes left in class, he packed up his stuff and walked out.

You should’ve dropped the class. At the very least, sat somewhere else. But you didn’t. You stayed in that course. With Matthew. In the back row. And wore skirts every other day for a month. Some days he would repeat the action, and some days he wouldn’t. It was like he could tell how desperate you were each time. And if you were really desperate, he simply didn’t touch you. It sucked, but it kept you on your toes.

He missed class one day, and to cope, you had a dream about him that night. You imagined him using his mouth on you, in an empty lecture hall, bending you over the desk, making you come. When you woke up, you were in a cold sweat. You couldn’t believe you were having thoughts like this about Matthew Gubler. But you were.

You hopped out of bed, put on your slippers, and left the room to go to the vending machines. Holding a soda and some candy, you walked back to your dorm room silently. Alerted by the sound of footsteps, you turned your head down the hall to see Claire walking out of someone’s room. She noticed you and rushed up to you with a big smile.

“Hey!” She beamed. “What are you doing up?”

“Oh, uh, I couldn’t sleep. Where you been?”

She sighed happily, “I’ve been doing adult things, [y/n], I cannot lie.” She wrapped her arm around your shoulder as you both walked to your room. “I’m in love, kid. It’s crazy.”

“You’re in love? With who?”

“Ah, that will soon be revealed, my dear [y/n].”

That weekend, you two invited everyone to come hang out at your dorm. Someone was able to swipe some liquor, and it was a party. A handful of people, getting a little tipsy, music in the background. Claire insisted Matthew be invited, but you weren’t expecting him to show up. But of course, he did. Because he’s a nuisance.

He laid down on Claire’s bed and she sat beside him, the two of them quickly joining the conversation at hand. You tried not to look like a kicked puppy, tried not to pout, to sulk, to watch. But inch by inch, second by second, Claire moved closer to Matthew, until by the end of the night, her head was on his chest.

That Monday, you sat in the front of the class.

And every class after that for the next month.

Missing your daily release, you became cranky and nasty and moody. You didn’t mean to, but that’s how it happened. To help you get over the nagging feeling, you went out one Saturday night. A group of friends dragged you along to a dorm party in the next building over. You used it as an excuse to dress up, ignore your homework and get some fresh air. In a tight purple dress, you walked into the booming dorm. It was packed, smelled like booze and filled with heat.

A cup of vodka in your hand, it wasn’t until about two hours in that you realized you didn’t want to party. You sat on the couch the whole time, fiddling with your hands and the hem of your dress. You’d drank an entire solo cup of alcohol by then, and you were starting to get tired. Your friends had gotten lost a long time ago, and you knew it was fruitless to look for them. So, you picked yourself up and started to head for the exit.

“[y/n]!”

You turned around to see a guy walking towards you. Jonathan. “Hey, John, what the hell is going on?” You asked, noticing him supporting another guy on his shoulder. His friend was a drunken, sloppy mess, and could barely stand.

“Our boy Steve here had a little too much to drink,” John replied. “I’m taking him back to his room. You going back to your place?”

You nodded, “Yeah. I am.”

“Okay, do you mind helping me with him? Please? I’ll give you a dollar.”

You laughed, shook your head and put your arm around Steve’s waist. “Ooh, a dollar! Sounds exciting.”

It was cold, and you shivered on the way back to your dorm building. Steve only lived down the hall from you, so helping wasn’t too far out of the way for you. John used Steve’s key to let the three of you into Steve’s suite, guiding both of you to Steve’s room.

You both worked together to lay Steve down on his mattress. You covered him with his blanket.

“You’re a lifesaver,” John told you. “We both are actually.”

“Maybe we should start a business. We escort drunk people home for a small fee of $100.”

He laughed, “I’m in as long as you dress like that every time.”

You blushed, and ducked your head down to hide it.

“What’s going on in here?” A voice called to you two.

You looked up at the threshold to see Matthew standing there, looking sleepy, disheveled, shirtless, and beautiful.

“Hey, Gube,” John greeted. “[y/n] and I were just dropping Steve off. Kid couldn’t hold his liquor.”

Matthew scoffed, “You could’ve left him there. Let him get dicks drawn on his face.”

“Well, aren’t you full of love?” John laughed. “No, seriously, I’ve gotta text Lindsey and let her know I’m staying in for tonight.” He padded at his pocket, followed by a loud groan, “Fuck, I left my phone at the party. Fuck me.”

“That’s a higher power trying to tell you that you need to stay out longer,” Matthew said.

John smirked at him, “You’re right. Wonderful insight, Gubler.”

John walked out of the door, heading for the exit, and you followed him, avoiding eye contact with Matthew. As the two of you approached the front door, you froze. John exited the suite, not noticing that he was leaving you behind. And you would’ve moved if you had the power.

Hanging on the door of the suite was the room number: 505.

Your breath caught in your throat. 505. The room number. The room number of the suite you saw Claire leaving that day. 505.

“What took you so long?” Matthew asked, standing behind you.

You released your breath, goosebumps crawling on your skin as you felt him get closer to you. Your heart raced, your body trembled. You had a physical response to being near this boy. It was intense.

“I’m not doing this, Matthew,” you whispered.

“Doing what? We’re just talking.”

You turned around to face him, suddenly very angry, “No! You know what I’m talking about! You know what I’m talking about! And it’s gone on for long enough, Matthew. I’m out!” You kept your voice quiet, but still aggressive. You turned to exit the dorm, but he grabbed onto your waist and pulled you into him.

“Listen, Princess Peach,” he said.

“Fuck you—“

“Listen. I don’t know what your deal is, but I do know that I miss you—“

“You’re full of shit. You just wanna fuck.”

“That’s what I said. I miss you. I mean, for such a short person, your pussy packs a punch.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Face it,” he murmured. “You may hate me, but your pussy doesn’t.”

Your body melted into his at the sound of his voice. The feeling of his hands running down your body, landing on your thigh. “Just admit it. Or tell me to stop.” His fingers trailed under your dress, the tips grazing you through your panties. Your head rolled back at the gentle touch and he took that as an invitation to kiss your neck.

“Cmon, shortcake, tell me to stop,” he mumbled. “Tell me to stop.”

You responded by wrapping your hands around his throat, using all your strength to push him out the living room couch. He chuckled under his breath, stumbling back onto the cushion and pulling you into his lap.

“Oh, you gonna choke me?” He asked, his voice coming out strained. “Okay, princess, you hate me so much? You can’t stand me?” He pushed his pants down to reveal his erection. “Fuck me like it then.”

You crashed your lips onto his and pushed him back onto the couch, reaching down to grab his cock. You pulled your panties to the side and teased him against your core, moaning as his tip rubbed against your clit. You sank down onto his dick, feet pressed into the couch, hands holding his neck.

He stared up at you as you fucked him — fast and careless. Swear words fell off of his lips uncontrollably, his hands pawing at your breast. Your boobs fit perfectly in his palm and he was obsessed. He had to bite down on his bottom lip to stay quiet, grunting into his mouth.

“F-fuck,” he panted. “Wait, wait.”

You leaned in and kissed him roughly, grinding your hips against his. You made sure to stay silent, giving no indication that you were experiencing so much pleasure.

“H-hey — shit, fuck,” he groaned. “Wait.”

Matthew placed his hands on your ass, his eyes closed tight, his body tensing up as you rode him into the wall. “Oh, fuck!” He exclaimed, and lifted you off of his cock. Quickly, just in time for him to release all over his stomach. He panted, he quivered, he mumbled soft, dirty words. Whispered something about you.

As pretty a sight as it was, you refused to sit there and stare. So, you stood up, pulled the hem of your dress down. And this time, you left. Not a word said. Nothing.

Matthew followed you on instagram that night. You didn’t accept the request for a week, and when you did, you didn’t follow him back. He tried to add you on snapchat, but you declined it. You continued to sit far away from him in class, giving him no access. He brought you a drink at a party once and you asked for water instead. When he returned with the water, you had already left.

He had met his match. You dominated him, successfully, fearlessly, and without even trying. He wanted more. But you liked to watch him so squirm, so you didn’t give in.

Christmas break rolled around, and instead of focusing on the actual holiday, you and your friends planned your first spring break vacation. A group of you would head to South Beach for the week, and stay at a relative’s beach house.

You sat on your bed, trying to map out the cost of the trip. “So it’s me, you, the four of them...Claire, are you listening to me?”

“Is this a good Christmas gift for Matthew?”

You turned your head to her quickly, “Huh?”

“This,” she held up the book - The Magic Encyclopedia. “You think Matthew will like it?”

“Claire,” you sighed. “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“What are you doing simping over this boy? Buying him gifts? This isn’t you, Claire.”

“Leave me alone, [y/n], okay? We’re just friends. And he told me he bought me a gift so I got him one. Jeez, do you have to hate him so much?” She pouted, dropping the book into a gift bag.

“Um, actually, yeah I do,” you nodded. “He’s a dick.”

A knock rang at the door, and as Claire hopped up, she pointed her finger at you, “That’s him. Do not pick a fight.”

You rolled your eyes and went back to planning. Matthew stepped into the room, carrying a bag in one hand. He used his other hand to cup Claire’s face and give her a small kiss on the cheek. “Santa Claus is here!” He exclaimed.

“Gimme, gimme, gimme!” Claire pleaded, reaching for the gift bag.

“Wow, Claire, I’m hurt. You’re so materialistic.” He chuckled.

“Oh, please, Gube,” she scoffed. “Give me my gift.”

“Okay,” he reached into the bag and pulled out a small box, wrapped into festive paper. “I got this for you, Claire,” he handed her the box. “And I even got something for your roommate here.”

You picked your head up, face ridden with confusion. Matthew licked his lips as he held the gift out to you, “I saw it and I couldn’t help myself. Merry Christmas, short stack.”

“Aw, Gube!” Claire squealed. Matthew let her tuck herself under his arm and hug him. “You’re so sweet.”

You stared at the tiny box in your hands, feeling it’s weight. “Thanks...” you whispered.

“Here, open what I got you,” Claired ordered Matthew, stepping over to her bed and grabbing the gift bag. She handed it to him with a wide smile, and giggled as he reached inside.

“Wow!” He cheered, holding the book in his hand. “Holy shit, Claire. This is incredible, thank you!”

“I knew how much you wanted that book so I remembered to get it,” she said. “So, I hope your gift for me is as impressive.”

“It is.”

As the two of them spoke, you opened up your own gift, quietly, hiding it behind your pillow. Claire unwrapped Matthew’s gift, and squealed. “Shut up! Where did you find this film?”

“Amazon!” he replied. “That fancy camera of yours only takes a certain type of film so I wanted you to be stocked.”

You pulled the item out of the box, focused on figuring out what it was. It was cold, metallic, and shone under the light as it was revealed.

“Oh, Gube!” Claire pulled him into a hug. “This is incredible!”

It was an antique. A silver polished miniature ballerina, perched on a pedestal. There was a knob on the side, and when turned, the ballerina twirled. It was precious.

You looked over at Matthew and Claire, watching as they broke out of their hug and looked at each other. “I expect a bunch of pictures when I get back,” he told her, backing out of the room.

“And I expect a professional magician,” she winked. Yuck. Claire turned her head to you after Matthew left, grinning, “What’d he get you?”

You quickly pushed the ballerina back in the box, shaking your head. “Socks. Mismatched socks. Very funny.” You replied.

She giggled, “But hey, a gift! That’s growth!”

“Yeah, whatever,” you grumbled.

“Matthew’s great,” She said. “You’ll get to know him better soon, since he’s coming to the beach with us.”

“He’s what?”

[PART 3.]

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jungshookz · 4 years

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Idea- Jin patrols your campus parking lot and you keep parking in a no parking zone so he keeps giving you tickets but you just pay them and then continue to park in the zone. Jin gets sick of this and waits at your car so he can give you a piece of his mind but you come out and he thinks your really adorable and he just kinda stands there tongue tied

➺ pairing; kim seokjin x reader

➺ genre; crckhed hrz let’s be real

➺ wordcount: 2k

➺ what to expect; “to the asswipe who owns this mini cooper - do you know how to read signs? this is a no-parking zone. no. parking. zone. that means you are not allowed to park in this zone. DO NOT park here.”

➺ note; i’m pretty sure this was sent in a year ago because the messages this far back are all about mechanic!yoongi oOps! there is an obscene lack of jin drabbles on my masterlist and i am in a jin mood so if u have any drabble ideas lemme know and i might get back to you in one yEAR i hate myself

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for the most part, jin can say that he loves his job as campus patrol officer

it’s pretty easy because all he has to do is check and make sure if anyone’s staying longer than they’re supposed to oR if someone’s parked where they definitely do not belong

like, a no-parking zone, for example!

he thinks it’s relatively easy to follow the law

it’s not hard to park in a no-parking zone

because it literally says no-parking

no-parking = no pARKING

but he is really, reaLLy being tested right now because this is probably the tenth or twelfth or HUNDREDTH time he’s written up a ticket for this stupid mini cooper

he just doesn’t understand how one doesn’t understand that a no parking zone means a no parking zone

it’s literally so self-explanatory!!!!!

and he can’t call the tow truck company to come and take it away because according to his boss jin has pulled the ‘the boy who cried tow truck’ act onE too many times and his privilege to make that call has been revoked

so all he can do is slap a ticket on the window and call it a day

at this point he’s convinced that the owner of this dumb mini cooper is is probably just repeating the same mistake juSt to get on his nerves

he doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve this!!

also

who drives mini coopers nowadays

why would someone want to drive such a dinky little car?????

just as he’s about to slip the ticket behind the windshield wiper he pauses

you know what

he has to switch things up

he can’t just keep giving you the same exact ticket each time because it’s obviously not scaring you

the law is supposed to be threatening and you appear to not give a heCK about his tickets (which is another reason why he’s so upset with you is because you’re not taking him seriously and he takes himself very seriously when he’s in patrol officer mode!!!)

he slips the ticket behind the windshield wiper and gives the hood of the car two firm pats

that should do it

jin lets out a breath of relief before moving on to his next victim

hopefully he’ll never see the mini cooper ever again

“oh my g- you know what, don’t even get me staRted on how much i pulled that essay out of my ass-“ you snort as you pull your car keys out of your backpack

“so do you think you did well on it?” hoseok hums over the phone

“i mean, i don’t think i did well but i also don’t think it was thAt bad-“ you have your phone sandwiched in between your ear and your shoulder as you dig through your bag

why is it that when you need to pull something out of your bag it suddenly becomes an endless mary poppins-esque style knapsack

your eyes light up in excitement when you feel it and you pull your keys out with a jingle

and just when you’re about to unlock your car (affectionately named cooper) you notice the familiar looking slip of paper on your window

oh come on

not aGAIN

“son of a bitch!” cooper chirps happily as you unlock him and you open the front door a little toO aggressively

“what’s wrong?”

“i got another friggin’ parking ticket.” you grumble as you take it before getting in the driver’s seat

you toss your bag next to you before setting your phone on the dashboard and hitting the speaker button

“maybe you should take this tenth parking ticket as a sign to stop parking in the no parking-“

“oh my god, i can’t believe this! hold on, let me reaD you what this person wrote!” you clear your throat before raising the note to the light “to the asswipe who owns this mini cooper - do you know how to read signs? this is a no parking zone. no. parking. zone. that means you are not allowed to park in this zone. DO NOT park here.” you let out a scoff of disbelief

how ruDE!

“again, maybe you should take this as a sign to stop parking in the no parking-“

“one more word out of you and i’ll send you riGht back to the world of commuting, hoseok.”

that effectively shuts him right up

you read the note one more time

somewhere out there there’s an officer who is too passionate about this no parking zone business

you lean over to glance up at the sign that very clearly states you shouldn’t park here and you give a little shrug

it’s not that you’re being an asshole and just ignoring the literal law

it’s just that this is a reaLLy good spot to park in

you used to have to park all the way in the back of the lot which resulted in you having to sprint to your classes

and you don’t wanna be huffing and puffing as you step into the lecture hall okay

plus it’s not like you’re hurting anyone or getting in anyone’s way!!!!!!

it’s not a big deal

you have no problem with paying off a couple of parking tickets as long as it means you don’t have to spRINt to your classes

you shrug before opening up your glove compartment and shoving the ticket inside

anywayS

jin whistles a happy tune to himself as he makes his way down the sidewalk at a leisurely pace

he had a pretty good today

had a good breakfast

got a free donut from the lunch ladies because not only is he a lady’s man, he’s also a lunch lady’s man

also

on a completely unrelated note

he doesn’t know why he has to wear this obnoxiously orange traffic vest

well obviously he knows it’s part of the job but like

out of all the colours in the world why did it have to be bright orange

why not like a muted purple or a navy blue??? those would be loveLy to wear

maybe not peach

he looks gross in anything peachy

anyways he-

“oH MY fuCKIGN-“ jin gasps as he rushes over to the MINI COOPER

IT’S BACK

HE’S CURSED

HOW-

“are you KIDDING me?!” jin groans loudly and ignores the odd glances he receives from the people walking past him

you know what

that’s it

this is the last straw

he’s just going to wait here til the owner of the car comes and then he’s going to give them a PIECE of his mind because they are making his job significantly harder

first his tickets are ignored and noW his threatening note has also been ignored?????

but seriouSLY

what kind of moron continues to park in a no parking zone???

jesus christ

he’s gonna need another donut after this

heck

he’s going to need like teN donuts after this

“good afternoon, officer! is there a problem?”

oh you BET there’s a problem

“as a matter of fact-“ jin whips around to finally face the culprit of this continuous heinous crime of parking in the no parking zone

he’s finally going to be face to face with his faceless mortal enemy and he’s going to give you a piece of his goddAMN MIND-

jin’s mind goes blank the moment he settles his eyes on you

oh my god

woWie you’re cute

he usually says he doesn’t have a type but he suddenly has a type and that type is whatever you are

you and your pretty eyes and pouty lips and veRy soft looking hair

a slight breeze blows in his general direction and he catches a whiff of your perfume

oh woW

he could swim in that scent all day

on top of that you’re wearing the cosiest looking sweater and for a brief second he wonders what you’d look like wearing one of his sweaters

“you- uh,..,.,.“ jin clears his throat and taps his pen against his notepad

what was he going to say again

something something car something donut something parking something something

you smile sweetly at him and tilt your head

“see, the thing is…”

you reach up to push your reading glasses up so they sit on the top of your head and you blink owlishly at jin “yes?”

the only thing in jin’s head is the sound of a fax machine beeping but make it as chaotic as possible

“oh my g- oh, i am so sorry!!!! i parked in the no-parking zone again, i am so sorry!” you let out a little groan as you rush over to unlock cooper

you never thought you’d be caught by an actual patrol officer so you don’t really have a plan of action

right now you’re just pulling the whole oblivious act and hopefully he’ll let you gO because you’re pretty good at convincing people that you only have two and a half braincells

one time you dumbed yourself out of doing your share of a group project and you still left that class with an A

:’)

…you’re a tinY bit of an asshole sometimes but that’s not the point

in the time that you’ve thrown your bag in the trunk and filled the silence with profuse apologies jin has managed to snap ouT of his trance

he’s not lady’s man jin right now

he has to be patrol officer kim

“you’ve actually-“ his voice cracks and jin clears his throat quickly “you’ve actually parked in this specific spot several times, despite me leaving you many parking tickets and-“

“were you the one who left that note on my car yesterday?” you interrupt him before narrowing your eyes suspiciously

wha-

why is hE suddenly the one being grilled

you’re the one who’s in trouble!!!

…why is hE swEATING????

“well, i-“

“you called me an asswipe!” you gasp in offence and jin feels his face flush

o god

“you know what, uh, i was just frustrated because-“

“eh, it’s fine, i’ll forgive you. i guess i deserve it.” you let out a sigh and shake your head “tell you what, officer-“ you lean forward a little to look at his name tag “officer… asswipe.”

jin’s jaw drops slightly and now it’s his turn to let out a scoff of disbelief

you are opENLy disrespecting an officer of the law!!!!!

“it’s actually pronounced seokjin, i really don’t know how you messed up that badly-“

“i promise i won’t park in this spot again-“

“oh, thank god-“

“if you give me your number.”

wait what

jin blinks

“so- i’m sorry, what?”

“this glorious parking spot in exchange for your number.” the corner of your lips raise in a smirk as you shake your phone at him

wow

confident!

…he’s into that

usually he’s the one asking for numbers but obviously not in this case

also he has to admit that was pretty smooth

what’s the opposite of a lady’s man

…a man’s lady?

that don’t sound right

(jin gets a text from you later that night telling him you’ll pick him up tomorrow afternoon at 3 - and that you’ll wait for him in the no-parking zone.)

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magnolia-penn · 4 years

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Future Vision Chapter 2

DIO? God?

Oop- sorry this took so long. It took me forever to write and I had no motivation to type it all from my notebook.

Also, brownie points to whoever finds the Avatar: The Last Airbender reference.

Warnings: Swearing (so much swearing), Spoilers (sorta), mention of death (no one important) lemme know if I missed anything

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"31 years!" Polnareff shouted in disbelief.

"Apparently." You shrugged, already over it.

The men were flabbergasted about your current predicament. Stands were a fairly new concept and to think that there was a Stand strong enough to pull you from the future, breaking all sorts of time and space laws? You'd have to be crazy!

Yet… There you were, completely adapted to the strange situation. You were thrown almost double the amount of years you existed and all it took was a quick scream session behind a sand dune for you to calm down?

"You seem so startled. Stands have crazy abilities. My friend, Magnolia, works alongside a mafia boss with the ability to create infinite life and make it so you can never truly reach death!" You pumped your fist in the air in excitement. "Time travel doesn't seem that far out. My Stand isn't too terribly special, especially compared to some of the other Stands I've seen, but it's pretty cool."

The group's confusion settled deeper as you went on a tangent about future Stands that your friend has described from her time working at the Speedwagon Foundation. You used words that didn't make sense, phrases they didn't understand, but your growing excitement caused them to nod along with you.

"OH! And Stands can be upgraded! Although we do-" You cut yourself off suddenly, eyes zoned out.

You didn't say anything, just stared into the endless expanse of sand and heat. It was Kakyoin who spoke up first.

"Y/n? Are you alright?"

You snapped out of your trance with a start. "I FORGOT TO FEED MY FISH SHIT SEND ME BACK!"

Your sudden outburst sent Polnareff jumping back into Mr. Joestar, your attention dragged to him as his face dropped from confusion to somber defeat.

You picked up on the nervous weight shifts and glances away. You tried to look back at the man who brought you here, only for Mr. Joestar to clear his throat, bringing the attention back to him. He fumbled with his words a bit, trying to justify the shift in attention, but he ultimately failed.

"Oh ho no, I see what's going on," You said after Mr. Joestar gave up on trying to explain. "This fuck-" a pointed finger towards the corpse behind you, "was my only ticket back to the future?"

"Well no. Technic-" You cut the older man off.

"'Uh well no'," you mocked. "Lemme guess, he would've been the easiest way?"

"Now, Miss Y/n, there is no need to be so aggressive. I'm sure we can figure everything out. Our enemy, DIO, has a lackey-"

You cut Avdol off as well.

"DIO? God? In Italian? What kind of narcissist names their kid 'God' in Italian?"

You gave a snort before falling into a fit of mocking laughter. Your humor was short lived, though, as Jotaro finally spoke up. Or shouted I guess.

"Can you shut up? Good grief, all you do is yap! God, all you women are the same."

You stopped your laughter to stare at the teen clad in black, sizing him up. It was a tense couple of minutes, an unstoppable force and an unmovable object locked in a stubborn standoff.

After a bit, you let out a chuckle and let your head fall back to face the sky. You watched the clouds for a second before sighing.

"You know, Joots," You catch him visibly tense from the nickname. "I see why you become a marine biologist in the future. The ocean is powerful and terrifying. It's been like that from the beginning. My friend often describes me like the ocean, although, unlike the tides, who have decided to kill you millions of years ago," You bring your hand up near your face before clenching it into a fist, shimmering from the effects of your Stand. "I still haven't made up my mind."

Jotaro's face turns sour in fear for a split second before returning to the default steely glare. You watched in amusement as his Stand began to manifest, but the hesitation you saw in the purple being's eyes told you all you needed to know.

Jotaro was, at the very least, cautious of you.

But also curious.

You managed to make full contact with Hierophant Green, something no one can do unless a Stand is initiating the contact. Kakyoin also couldn't see you, so how could it've climbed up you? Stand don't act on their own violations.

You also mentioned the future Jotaro. He becomes a marine biologist? And one famous enough to be known by teenagers? Jotaro can't even name a famous marine biologist.

He figured killing you know would be disastrous, there was still much to learn from you. Maybe you held knowledge that once came with hindsight.

"Nice to see we're in agreement." Jotaro gruffed out, allowing Star Platinum to fully dissipate.

A small smile graced your features as you extended the same hand you threatened him with.

"Well then, a truce. Until we decide to kill each other."

Jotaro nodded and took your hand, allowing a handshake to secure your mortalities.

For now.

"MON DIEU! I THOUGHT SHE WAS DEAD!" Polnareff wailed suddenly, startling the group.

Tension rolled off all of you as Avdol let out a sigh of relief. "I am quite surprised you are alive as well. Not many people can insult Jotaro and walk away intact, Y/n."

You chuckled and waved off the man's concern. "I may only have six brain cells, but I'm not stupid. He wouldn't do shit. Not without knowing what I can do."

"Is that so?" Jotaro let a small smirk slip out. It's hard not to grin when you were acting stupid.

You nodded and hummed in agreement. "I like to think I'm good at reading people."

Jotaro only scoffed and rolled his eyes, although there was an inset glimmer of amusement deep with those cerulean orbs.

"So what exactly does your Stand do?" Mr. Joestar asked the elephant in the room.

"Hmm? Oh, my Stand. Okay, so, here's the thing. My Stand is actually really weak." You confessed.

"My Stand, Chemical Romance, is only really good for getting info from people. I'm often called in to the Speedwagon Foundation to help with interrogations. My Stand allows me to talk to and understand other Stands. All those unintelligible noises your Stand makes are actually your soul trying to communicate, and Chem translates them for me. Even silent Stands or Stands with no humanoid form." You glanced at Mr. Joestar. "I can also touch and interact with them, like I did for Hierophant Green. Also, and we think this might just be a radius effect, but Stands become more sentient around me. They think for themselves."

And….. just like that you lost them. It's hard to understand such complex Stands when all they know is Many Punch, Tasteful Nudes, French Sword, Fire Bird, and Shiny Rock.

"So… You can't actually follow through with your previous threats?" Kakyoin asked cautiously.

"Excuse you! Just who in the hell do you think you are? I am a whole ass person shaped can of whoop ass and no weak ass Stand or Death Parade wannabe looking ass is going to beat me!" You pumped your fist in the air again.

"Whew- That's the sort of can-do attitude our team needs." Mr. Joestar chuckled. "Wait, that wouldn't be a bad idea!"

"Oh ho? Does the great Joseph Joestar have an idea? Careful, Old Man, thinking can hurt ya." You joked.

"No no no no no hear me out. You need to get back to the future, we need to stop DIO from murdering everybody and taking over the world." Mr. Joestar explained. "We both have to get to Cairo for DIO! Join us! You and your Stand are really useful!"

Surprise crossed your face before slipping back to its usual cool façade.

"Nah, I was kind of digging the idea of shriveling up dead in the desert. Although~" you drawled. "I guess, if you're so desperate for my help. It would be immoral for me not to help you, you're so old, even thinking about fighting DIO is going to trigger a heart attack."

You snorted out a laugh and Mr. Joestar did chuckle a bit before you realized something.

"Sooo. Who exactly DIO? Other than some bitch who wants to take over the world."

As quickly as a light flicking out of existence, the once humorous and airy atmosphere of the group became tense and tragic. The utter rage, disgust, and hatred for this mysterious man was palpable. Even the fun and boisterous Jean-Pierre Polnareff extruded murderous intent.

"DIO is a very bad man." Avdol broke the silence, but found himself unable to say more.

"Thanks for the life lesson, Dad," you spit sarcastically. "No. Who is he and what might he have done to sound so familiar."

"DIO is a monster that was created by greed and a lust for power. He is a vampire who ruthlessly slaughtered those who took him in when he was orphaned at the age of twelve." Mr. Joestar explained grimly. "He rejected his humanity to become something monstrous and immortal, but even now, that wasn't enough for him."

"He's notorious throughout the Speedwagon Foundation, whose founder fought him a hundred years ago. I wouldn't doubt it if his story still circulated in your years, Y/n." Avdol completed.

"All of us are here now because of DIO. Polnareff and I were under his control because of a flesh bud, Advol was almost conned into the same situation, and Jotaro's mother, Joseph's daughter, is under attack by her own Stand because it was forcibly awoken by him." Kakyoin said, then shot you a soft smile. "And I guess you as well."

"Oh yeah! Eli did mention they were looking for a girl who could strengthen DIO's Stand, so I guess he is why you're here!" Polnareff's smile returned to his face at the prospect of making a new friend who was in the same boat as them.

"Y'know, think back on it, I do vaguely remember my friend mentioning your mom, Joots." That damned nickname again. "Stand Sickness is what we call it now. That might be where I know DIO from." You shrugged like it wasn't a big deal. "Anywho, now that that's settled, can we get out of the desert? I'm roasting to death."

"Oh! Of course! We have to get to the next town before nightfall anyways. To the car!" Mr. Joestar cheered.

You all piled into the three rowed vehicle. Jotaro and Polnareff sat in the way back, you and Kakyoin sat in the middle, with Mr. Joestar and Avdol occupying the front.

The road to the next town was filled with fill ins. They explained how they came together and how they defeated their foes that found them at every turn. You spoke of how the world has changed and advanced. You showed them your music and all the apps on your phone. You found that you were still connected to your home wifi at full strength, but you couldn't comment or post anything. All true contact to those in the future was cut off, but you could still consume media.

As the dust and corpse was left behind, you could feel the newly forged bonds between you and the men around you strengthen and grow, becoming more entangled and intertwined. And you felt happy about it.

#Future Vision #chapter 2 bitches!#its finally here #the exposition #my english teacher would be appalled #jojo kakyoin #kakyoin x reader #kakyoin #noriaki kakyoin #tenmei kakyoin

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pog-through-the-suffering · 4 years

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ive . never made an original post on this blog besides being completely head full of thoughts regarding the dream smp these past months so, 🎉here’s to my first og post

The Traitor!!!

(yeah i know it's already been a day and none of this stuff is new hsjfhj just let me be a drama queen that really likes analysing characters)

can i just say before i get into it that i love the descent into pretty much grey morality for most of the "characters" involved in the smp. like. pretty much nobody is morally correct! other than niki nihachu because niki can do no wrong :) also i'll be referring to the characters... of these people? and not who they are

now, i've got a couple people that i think are traitors and i'll explain them a little further down but here's some things i noted when i was watching the vod that might be interesting owo

dream says, quote, "[you] may have traitors in your ranks" which,

could be a double jebait; he knows there's a traitor but he wants to sound like it's up in the air

there really is no traitor and this is just a ruse to get pogtopia to implode on itself

the traitor still hasn't made up their mind on whether or not they will betray pogtopia

and i think the last one is the most interesting, at least from a semi-meta perspective, to have a traitor that's not fully into the role and doesn't decide until last minute. idk, something about the angst really fuels me :)

either way, here's my predictions on who could be the traitor ranked (more or less) most compelling to least compelling, and i'm not accounting for realism because... this is my tumblr post and i get to pick how i order things :) i'm hiding the (long) analysis in read more because... i just realized how much i have to say and i am Not concise.

tl;dr

tubbo, while unrealistic, makes for an interesting twist and, for angst reasons, would also be cool to write about if he betrays pogtopia

similar to tubbo, tommy betraying is unrealistic, but for angst reasons would also be cool

technoblade is kind of obvious, but the continuity (if he’s the traitor) would make me pretty happy.

wilbur soot would be a little null, since he’s already planning on blowing everything to smithereens either way, but would be another step in his spiral downwards (jeez how far can this guy go) so i’m not mad.

georgenotfound would not be super surprising per say but would continue with his general characterization as an arbiter of chaos (i’ll maybe elaborate in a different post) it would be :)

badlands folks would... not be surprising. they never formally aligned with pogtopia, and aside from sam never really... offered their help? concretely, at least.

fundy already used up his secret traitor card.

same with eret, i love her, but his betrayal wouldn’t be super impactful. plus, they’re more aligned with badlands?

niki nihachu... i said i won’t care about realism but i sincerely cannot in canon imagine this. but if she did... oh the angst would be *chef’s kiss*

hbomb, ponk, purpled, itsalyssa, punz, other people? they never really were involved with this season aside from like,,, maybe helping schlatt hunt down tommy and wilbur right at the beginning. so the betrayal wouldn’t. matter.

tubbo - look, ik i said i don't care about realism, but the chances of this actually happening are... pretty slim. i love tubbo. i support tubbo. but they... like, the confused "no?" when he first came on VC with tommy makes me think it probably won't be him, unless they're really that good at acting. which, i mean, i guess would make for a fantastic surprise. but there's something deeply compelling about this kid, who largely has been relegated to third in command/less important than his friend, and who has been treated like a work horse a lot of the time (being asked to farm netherite for this upcoming war, being forced to decorate what ended up being his fucking funeral, otherwise grinding for shit in the earliest war only for it to get ruined by dteam), fucking snapping. plus, it's not like tubbo hasn't demonstrated his penchance towards chaos. also, i think there's something to be said about the lingering effects of manipulative authority/paternal figures and how that would manifest in tubbo, but that's a post for another day.

tommy - okay, yeah, maybe i just like kids my age popping the fuck off because of terrible parental figures, but shhhhhh. for real though, i think it would be really interesting for the person who up to this point has largely been the moral compass or otherwise the hero of the smp. for him to turn out to have always been as bad as the "villains" he's fighting... i dunno. also, something about him betraying because he's so fucking done with the people who are supposed to protect and lead him? mghhghh. but i like this probably mostly for the pop off factor LOL

technoblade - i mean... this one's a little obvious innit? i'm not mad at this, for sure, because techno's always made it clear he is ultimately here for chaos and anarchy. plus, i'll be able to stew in the dynamics of dream and techno fucking the server up LOL. all that aside, if techno turns out to be the villain i will be happy about the (now) fired chekhov's gun. like, i appreciate the continuity between "schlatt suggests techno is a pogtopia spy when he joins" to "techno admits he's just an anarchist" to techno's accidental or forced, depending on how you read it, betrayal of pogtopia by killing tubbo, and it all culminating in techno's final betrayal. while not the most surprising, it would be narratively fitting. and that's always nice isn't it? when things end with a nice bow on top-

speaking of nice bows on top, wilbur soot! i mean,,, as the man has said himself, there's really nothing more he can do to betray (if not pogtopia) tommy's values. the bitch wants to blow up manberg! and that's super fucking sexy. i love his corruption arc, it's *chef's kiss.* so... is he gonna be the traitor? probably not. but something about being driven to the very brink, that you've got nothing else even after you want to destroy it all that you seek out your former mortal enemy to cause even more pain and destruction... very compelling, very nice.

speaking of brunet british twinks,,, georgenotfound. even if george wasn't really on the smp or never formally betrayed manberg, i think they kind of accepted that he's on their side. and while this wouldn't necessarily a surprising twist, this would continue with dteam's (accidental?) characterization of themselves as arbiters of chaos. maybe i'll write a whole nother post about that, stay tuned :)

any of the badlands people - i mean... i love them. i love what they stand for. but they never really aligned with pogtopia, did they? so one of them, any of them, except maybe sam, would make for a pretty weak sauce twist. like, perhaps with skeppy? and it continuing the trend of enemy between tommy and skeppy? but really the most compelling is sam in that he agreed to help tommy but as a final reveal he doesn't join tommy's side when tommy does whatever with the creeper head.

as for weak sauce twists, fundy being the traitor would be pretty fuckin' weak. i'm sorry! he already used his secret traitor card, and everyone knows, once you've used it once you can never (until the next season) use it again.

other characters on the smp... yeah, i love eret! i love her! he's fucking fantastic! their gay castle? best fucking build! but like i said, already used secret traitor card. plus, she's part of badlands, so i don't think his betrayal would be surprising. and niki nihachu,,, i know i said i wouldn't care about realism, but i honest to god cannot imagine her being the traitor. i guess if she was there'd be some nice angst about her realizing that everything is shit, no matter where you turn, pogtopia's being run by a fanatical JD, manberg's run by a dictatorial senile goat man, badlands isn't even strong enough to have its own territory. so, what can a woman do when she has nothing left to lose? but for real, within canon it just... wouldn't really make sense to me. hbomb hasn't been involved in the plot, punz + ponk + purpled + alyssa + others haven't really been involved in the plot aside from. like chasing down tommy and wilbur that one time.

and... yeah! those are my thoughts :)

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chromecutie · 4 years

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Not A Ghost - part 36

A/N - Multi-part fic. Colossus x OC where OC has come home after being wrongfully imprisoned in the Icebox. Warnings for whole fic - references and flashbacks to harsh prison environment, including various types of abuse. Takes place shortly after events in Deadpool 2. Whole thing will end up on my AO3 eventually.

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The klaxon buzzing and screeching woke Wade from his light doze. His cell door was open. He was on his feet and in seconds was already halfway down the cell block, dodging confused inmates as they wandered from their cells.

“Attention, Vicious 13,” Mimi’s unmistakable voice echoed over the speakers throughout the prison, “Please come to the control office in an orderly fashion. Don’t let the DMC stop you. I have presents for you all.”

It didn’t take long for every inmate, not just Vicious 13, to start running toward the office. Wade ran the opposite direction as best as his tumor-riddled lungs allowed. A cluster of inmates had piled onto an unlucky guard, beating him senseless and stripping him of his equipment.

Every inmate was so hell bent on running toward the office, none of them spared Wade a glance as he headed for the solitary unit. His lungs burned; every inch of his body ached, but if he had to get by on raw stubbornness alone, he would get to his friend he promised to protect.

After Wade’s visit, Rhonda had forced herself to pour the freezing cold milk on her face to neutralize the concentrated pepper spray the guards had used. She also forced down a few bites of the food, but she wasn’t optimistic about anything. She gently worked her shoulder, still tender from getting dislocated and then wrenched back into place, and she wouldn’t count on being able to lift it to defend herself against any blow.

The hours had worn on in her isolation cell. It wasn’t her first time in solitary. The easiest way to pass the time was to either sleep or keep moving - anything to mitigate the solitude that drove people insane. It was where she’d taught herself to do a handstand and walk on her hands some years ago. Though, as much as she knew she should keep moving - keep her joints and muscles as warm as possible - she felt so heavy with shame and guilt and fear that she drifted in and out of sleep.

When the alarm blared and screamed through the entire prison, Rhonda made a startled leap from her cot. The cell door opened, and though she wasn’t sure if it was because of Mimi or Piotr, she wouldn’t stay in her cell a second longer than she had to.

Every single cell door in the isolation unit was open. About half of the cells were occupied, and those had inmates blearily stepping out and grumbling questions. Rhonda kept her head down and walked quickly. The speaker system kicked on, but the speakers here were damaged. It was easy enough to recognize it was Mimi’s voice making announcements, but it was hard to make out exactly what she was saying, except for “presents.” Rhonda had made it past three or four inmates. She only had to glide past a few more before she was out of the solitary unit--

One man snagged her arm. “Guestbook,” he growled in a British accent, “If it ent the fucken’ scourge o’ the Icebox ‘erself.” He grinned with chipped teeth at the rest of the newly freed inmates. “Presents, indeed, boys. It’s Christmas fucken’ mornin’!”

Rhonda groaned, then dodged the incoming jab heading for her jaw. She threw the British inmate to the ground, only to be yanked backward as a second man hooked an arm around her neck from behind. A third started raining blows on her ribs.

Thrashing her legs and with a few well-placed kicks below the belt, Rhonda was loose again and she slammed one man’s face into the concrete floor - breaking his nose, a cheekbone, and probably some teeth. It was a whirlwind of fists and feet, but Rhonda felt like the same fight she’d had dozens of times was replaying again. She knew when to hit, when to dodge, and was able to tell when she’d be able to make two enemies collide with each other, giving her an opportunity to get some space. The British inmate came at her with an improvised shiv - it looked like a piece of plexiglass scavenged from a previous riot, wrapped on one end with torn strips of yellow jumpsuit. He slashed and stabbed, and Rhonda dodged the worst of it. She couldn’t lift her right arm high enough to avoid some of the blows, and wound up with a few gashes on her arms, but she got lucky when he slipped on some of her blood. It was all she needed to grapple him to the ground and take the shiv for herself.

She brought the jagged glass plunging into his jugular. The next moments were a blurred confusion of blood and screaming. Rhonda was down to one inmate still on his feet, the last one between her and the end of the unit. Then, something hit his head with a clank and he went down like a bag of rocks. Behind him stood Wade, absently slapping a broken segment of walkway railing in his palm.

He let out a low whistle as he took in the mess of smeared blood and limp bodies on the hall floor. “Lucky I showed up when I did,” he pretended to be smug, then laughed despite himself. “Yeah...you definitely needed my help.”

Rhonda spat a little blood. “How is it out there?”

“Like if they made a free-for-all arena version of Mortal Kombat,” he shrugged. “Typical boys’ night.”

She took a breath and gently stretched her bad shoulder, steeling her nerves. “Let’s go.”

The X-Jet circled the snow-capped mountain. Kurt and Ororo were in the cockpit, with Piotr close behind them. Since they left the house, he’d felt calmer, focused. He was on his way to pull his wife out of hell, and nothing would stop him.

Loud booms erupted from the roof of the Icebox and along the mountainside as anti aircraft guns fired on the jet. Kurt hissed some curses in German as he evaded with expert maneuvering. Pulling the jet back out of the guns’ range, he said, “Can we take out those guns, mein freund?”

Sensors beeped and dinged in the control office. Mimi looked for the source for a second until Robinson said, “It’s the guns outside, look.” Pointing on another screen, radar caught the jet as a rapidly circling blip.

“Is that more DMC?” she asked, ignoring the continuous noise outside the office.

Robinson shook his head, “Not with the guns firing on it like that, I don’t think so. They’re automated, look.” He showed her the control panel for the guns. “DMC usually comes in through the rail tunnels, but when the brass shows up in a helicopter, they’ve got friendly tokens. Keeps the guns from firing.” He paused. “I don’t know who this is.”

“It’s our ride out of here,” Mimi grinned. “I’ll be damned. Guestbook wasn’t lying.” As far as she was concerned, her plan was going flawlessly. “Disarm the guns. Let them through.”

Outside the office, many of the guards had been taken down. Inmates had mobbed onto them. Plenty of people laid on the floor, coughing from the pepper spray or shakily getting back to their feet after being shocked with cattle prods. Guards lay dead or unconscious as inmates took their boots, their weapons, gloves, anything they could. Then inmates started fighting among themselves as some started pounding on the office walls, demanding Mimi let them in and remove their collars.

For her part, Mimi was content to ignore them as much as possible. Janks and other high ranking V13 members stayed close to the office, fending off the more impatient prisoners with broken pieces of railing.

Rhonda and Wade elbowed their way through until they faced Janks and his smug scowl. It had been a long walk from solitary to the control office, and they had dealt with waves of guards, inmates embracing chaos, or both trying to take their vengeful pound of flesh from Rhonda. Wade was limping and leaning on her, bleeding from his side and his leg and a busted lip. She had a broken nose, a new scrape on her cheek, and splashes of blood all over her jumpsuit. She still clenched the plexiglass shiv in one hand.

Janks twisted his grip around the railing, ready to use it. Looking past him to Mimi, Rhonda yelled in a rasp, “Mimi! If you wanna get out of this shithole, let us in!” The big lieutenant in front of her turned and tapped the glass with the railing.

Mimi craned her slender neck past Robinson’s shoulder and her face lit up with exaggerated surprise. She beckoned with her long fingers and Janks let them through, guarding against anyone trying to seize an opportunity. Robinson beeped his card and Rhonda and Wade dragged themselves through the door, letting it lock behind them again.

Wade sank into the empty chair beside Robinson and sagged, groaning. Rhonda held out her hand toward Mimi, “Okay, the token.”

In the good lighting, Mimi’s charcoal grey scales had an iridescent sheen, playing the light with hints of green and purple. She blinked, then said slowly, “One more condition.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Wade whined, lolling his head. “Always one more thing with these fuckers.” He coughed some blood.

The reptilian twirled a hard token in her long fingers. The little chunk of plastic caught the light as much as her scales as she stared down Rhonda. “He doesn’t look so good. Neither do you.”

Rhonda’s mouth twitched into a snarl. “Name it.”

She stepped closer until they were just inches apart. “Almost every DMC officer in this place is dead,” she jerked her head toward Robinson, “except this one. And it will stay that way. In fact, he’s coming with us out of here. Your friends are already circling the place, and I want assurance that Edmund will be as safe as me and you.”

Rhonda spared a seething glance for Robinson. “We’ll take as many people with us as we can. Including you and this one.”

Wade picked up his head. “Rhonda! Really? Not even a counter offer? You’re gonna fold like some origami for this shit? How many serial killers are you planning on letting loose?”

“And how many of them are like me, Wade?” she snapped. “I wasn’t like this before I got here! We’re taking as many as the jet can carry.”

He rolled his eyes and shrugged, mumbling, “You get to tell Colossus.”

“He’ll do it,” she retorted. Her hard gaze leveled on Mimi again. “The token.”

She set it in Rhonda’s hand, but her fingers lingered just a moment before she pulled away.

Rhonda clenched the token in her fist. It was the last thing between her and never wearing a DMC collar again. She pulled a shaky breath, and tapped Wade’s shoulder. “Okay, sit up. Lean forward a little so I can see,” she reached for his collar.

“Nuh-uh,” he feebly batted her hand away. “We did this whole thing to get your collar off--”

“Wade, you’re gonna die in the next few minutes if we don’t get this off,” she said firmly. His breathing was labored, and he could hardly speak without coughing. He had to be in terrible pain, but he didn’t act like it. They shared a hard look, then said in unison, “We won’t tell Colossus.”

Finally, Wade leaned over to let Rhonda punch the code into the block on his collar. It beeped, clicked loose, and fell away. Immediately, Wade groaned and stood up straight as his body began rapidly healing. He shimmied his shoulders, shaking off the pain, then gave Rhonda the biggest smile. “Okay, your turn.”

When the anti aircraft guns stopped firing, Ororo and Kurt hesitated. “You don’t think they already got into the control office, did they?” Ororo wondered.

“Perhaps,” Colossus said from behind them. “Those two are nothing if not resourceful…”

The jet descended and over the roof of the Icebox, they could see the large skylight reinforced with metal bars. “Drop Beast and me here,” Colossus said. “You can land near the personnel tunnel and come up that way.”

“Are you sure that’s wise?” Kurt asked, even as he banked the jet toward the skylight.

Storm added. “You don’t know what the situation is with DMC officers and inmates.”

“I am taking the chance,” Colossus insisted. He headed to the rear of the jet, tapping Beast on the shoulder on the way. Beast unbuckled his harness and followed as the hatch opened before them.

The icy night air came howling into the jet. Colossus glanced at Negasonic and Yukio and noticed them shiver even as they gave him a stoic nod. They would find him as soon as they landed. Fine, powdery snow swirled around them with the wind. Colossus and Beast took a breath as they neared the expansive skylight.

“Well, friend,” Beast said, genial as ever while quoting poetry, “screw your courage to the sticking place, and we’ll not fail.”

“It is not my courage I am worried about.” Colossus took one more breath and launched himself into the air. Beast followed just behind him.

They landed hard on the roof, beside the skylight, and found the glass was covered in a lattice of reinforced steel. The two strong mutants quickly got to work wrenching the bars away before they could kick out the glass and drop into the middle of the Icebox.

Rhonda’s hands trembled. Every horrible thing in the last two days had led up to this, and now it hardly seemed real. She gave Mimi and Robinson one last wary look before turning around to let Wade see the number pad on her collar. “You have to do it fast,” she reminded him, “It’s only ten seconds.”

Mimi watched intently, “Don’t fuck up.” Still, she took a step back, just in case.

“Just so everyone knows,” Wade raised his voice and tossed his head around for emphasis, “my drunk texting is immaculate. I’m not gonna fat-finger anything here. Thanks for the fucking vote of confidence, though.”

Each beep on the number pad felt like a church bell that was tolling either victory or doom, and Rhonda couldn’t be sure which until the collar came loose. Rhonda heard the click, but at the same time, a thundering crash resounded through the whole prison, filling Rhonda’s senses. For a moment, she was sure the collar had exploded and she had died.

“Oh look,” Wade clicked the collar closed and tossed it nonchalantly to the floor. “Shiny Senpai is here. Ugh, with Beast. Rhonda, promise me you won’t let him hump my leg.”

Rhonda pulled in a deep breath, then another. She looked up and followed Wade’s gaze through the plexiglass walls and saw Colossus and Beast were in the yard. “They’re here,” she said softly, partly astonished, partly relieved. She realized the sickly fuzziness over her senses had dissipated, replaced with dizziness like when someone stands up too quickly after lying down. That faded too, and she took her first easy breath in two days, flexing her fingers.

Sparks danced over her knuckles.

#not a ghost #colossus x oc #piotr rasputin x oc #xmen fanfic #deadpool fanfic #colossus #piotr rasputin

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wispandwhispers · 4 years

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moonboy

Notes: Writers block is a bitch, I’m sorry this took so long.

Pairings: Prinxiety, Logicality, qpr dukeceit

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Tw(s): Cursing, mental torture, one slight nsfw joke, death, crying

Words: 1884

"You've got your stuff?"

Some scuffling and overturning of a bag to double check that everything is in it.

"Yep.

"Do you really think that we are going to make it back for first bell."

"Naw."

"Call in the favour from Quill..."

*****

Roman woke up.

From those dreams.

And the screaming thoughts came back.

Don't think about it Ţ̚Ḩ͡Ī̧͖̪͉͓͌̊̂͝N͕̾K̝̟͗͗,̦̂ ̒͢T̡̫̪̄̾͛HI̡̫̮͑̅͂N̢̨̖̯̳̆͆͗͘̚K̦͔͑͋,͍̱͔̬̓͛̑̐ ͙̦̯͚̅͂͋̽P̛͚̰̟̩̟̾̄̆͂L͎͍̥͔̭̎͒̉̃͘Ẻ̲͈̬͖̄̿̒A̜̓S̩͒̏͜Ḛ͉͒͝ ̣̯̲̜̄̊́̄͞ͅL̦̏Ȉ̡͕͌̚ͅS̭̦̀̕-

He sighed. It's ok when he dreams about about a cute boy but damn him if he wants to think about it.

He walked down the stairs, the mental warzone fading to background noise as he grabbed his bowl and made himself breakfast.

He didn't have the energy to make anything fancy (the pounding headache the thoughts gave him took all of it).

Sitting down at the kitchen table with the cereal, stiring the milk idly, he turned to his side to talk to his-

Wait.

"Dad!"

"Yes, Kiddo?"

"Where's Remus?"

"He left with Janus this morning."

I thought they would a least give me notice before they decided to overthrow the government or decide to do something equally stupid.

"Thanks, Dad."

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Wroammin: Jan, what are you doing with my brother?

SnekSnekSeverusSnekDUMBLE- :Why do you ask?

Wroammin: You came to my house to pick up Rem before I woke up

Wroammin: And the sun just came up

Wroammin: The fuck are you two plotting and do I need a Hazmat suit or not

SnekSnekSeverusSnekDUMBLE- : I'm going to exercise my right of free speech

SnekSnekSeverusSnekDUMBLE-: By not using it

SnekSnekSeverusSnekDUMBLE- has blocked Wroammin

Wroammin: Fuck You

******

"Vale?"

Silence filled 3Q.

"Not here!"

Miss Quill took a pen out of her hair a jotted down a note on a scrap piece of paper, seemed to whisper something under her breath and do a small smile to herself.

"Xia?"

"Which one?"

"The virgin."

How the fuck does she know?

The class erupted into a symphony of laughter and mockery except for Roman, Virgil and Nyx (But Nyx was snoring so Roman didn't know to count it as a win or not).

Virgil looked over at his arch-nemesis, almost deciding to so something or not. He seemed to choose the latter.

And those eyes seemed the flair but it was just for one second, but it would be gone as quick as it started.

Roman placed his head on the table in embarrassment waiting for the humiliation to stop.

"...Here, Miss.."

(Virgil tapped Roman's shoulder).

"Yilton?"

(Roman lifted his head and gave him a a sharp glare. "Why the fuck are you speaking to me?")

"You can hear my voice."

( "Jeez," He lifted his hands in surrender. "This fell out of your man bun" The emo passed a pencil to the other.)

" Zander?"

(Roman snatched the pencil -ignoring the fact that it seemed to be glowing slightly- stuffed it in his hair and proceeded to give Virgil double birds).

"Xey're sick."

(Lunaper mimicked the action).

Quill closed the register tab.

"Ok mortals, take out your plann-"

The constant ringing of a bell that went on a little to long to be a period change.

The students sighed.

"Drop your bags and line up in register order in silence." The class groaned even louder but followed the instructions given.

Except Roman.

"Miss, it's raining buckets outside and someone in the staff probably just burned their toast, do we really have-"

"Xia,I told you to line up in silence!"

Even the older twin knew that trying to argue with Quill when she raised her voice was suicide so he slowly backed away and joined the line as he didn't bring anything that could cover him. And he was sure that someone was fucking with him as the rest of the class had brought protection except the emo.

Why the hell are you noticing I̘̒Ṫ͍͙͎̅͌'̛̯͎̐S̭̱̠̣͎̽̽̈́̄͠ ̳̥͖͂̋̇B̹̂É̯͙͚͕͂͌̕C̹͝A̙̮̱̓͌̀U͓̺̣̎̑̇Ś̳̣̮̀͑́͟E̲̦̓̽ ̘̫͑͑Y̬̠̊̄O͓͠U͈̓ ̢̟͎̅̽͋C̪̲̦̉̉͒A̰͎̔͘R̢̜̱̬͌̾͆͊̄͟É͈ ̨̦̺̓̇͞F̫͑O̖̕R̗̫͗̓ ̗̹̺̏͑̊H̩̼̒̇-him?

The pounding headache was back, like two parts of his brain where bitching with each other for some damn reason. He rubbed his temple to try and relieve the pain.

"You know the drill, walk in absolute silence to the plaza and wait for me while I get the paper register."

******

The class filled back in annoyed and wet. Turns out that a teacher had taken a cigarette break and the back of the the cafeteria block and that's what set off the alarms.

By the time they had returned, it was already half way into first period. Mx Spring had said that they should just consider this a free period and return to their homerooms. To pass the time Roman took out a his spare spiral notebook and started to sketch in it.

If you asked Roman what he drew during this time, he would know but not understand how he did it. He just remembered taking out the pencil he'd previously stuffed in his hair , an overwhelming calm rushing over him and waking up to find a scarily intricate version of the boy from his dreams on the lined paper.

This is the same Roman who would spend two and a half hours struggling to get the other eye just right was suddenly able to draw actual whole person in thirty minutes.

As the second period bell rang, he eyed his masterpiece warily and closed his notepad.

*******

Xia drifted off to the droning voice of his geography teacher, every though he knew that this was a crucial-

"Roman Xia and Virgil Lunaper, please make your way your way to the front desk, I said Roman Xia please make your way to the front desk."

The two boys stood up and packed up their stuff slowly, shrugged their backpacks onto their shoulders and quickly said by to their teacher.

******

"Holy shit, you're ok!" Roman was trying to wrap his head around why his Pa who was very reserved had tears streaking down his face.

"Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?"

"Haven't you seen the news?"

"...What did I miss.."

Pa just passed Roman his phone and everything started to make sense.

******

There comes a time where a person would resort to mindless substance to try and escape the cold, unforgiving reality of life.

Well, Roman was clocking his fourth hour on twitter so you knew where he was emotionally.

He didn't want to get up. He didn't need to either. Both of his parents were going to out for a while anyway.

Putting down the phone (He gotten sick of staring at it) and deciding to move to the living room wh-

Are those stones?

"Princey!"

Roman walked up to the window and drew the blinds open. The emo was stood on his steps with his headphones, accompanied with a purple and black leather jacket.

Disgusting A̛̮̠̞̰̔̆̂D̙̺̓͛ORẴ̧̹̯͞B̖͓̐͟͠͠L̡̞̍̃E̡̯̮̿͘͞

"Why are you here Jack Smelligton?"

"Wow, you upgraded to insults that have four syllables, ten points to ravenclaw!"

The attacked emitted a sound that could only be described as offended princey noises.

"How I am-"

Virgil pressed his finger on Roman's lips.

"Ravenclaws are witty, competitive and creative. For the fact that you have an endless supply of nicknames for me and you always try to out do your last attempt to piss me off, you would meet the criteria."

If he doesn't H̨̻͖̣̥̐̂̒͂̎I̯͈͐̈́S̯̪̯̆̔̋ ̭̤͆͌͑͢Ș̭͑̊K͈̈Ì̬̖̙͈̅̍͡N̟̤͎͔̊̈͌͒ ̞̃I͇̪͊̑S̗̍ ̺̬̦̔̉̓Ś̩͍̄O̠̎ ͕̙̟̓̄̾S̥̊O̢̭̿͡F̨͕̭̔̈́̽-͖̲̭̩̂̅̾̆move his fingers off my mouth, I'm gonna break them.

Almost on cue with the thought, he removed it.

"I'm going to repeat my question, why are you here?"

Virgil took a step back and did a little chuckle to himself, with a shrug of shoulder that seemed custom fit.

God he's G̻͈̪̱̑̂̕͞O͈͐D̞̞̻̀͊̃ ͌͜Ț͖̱͐̀̏͢͡H̞̒Ȧ̺̳͞Ṱ̃'͈̦͕͌̔͌͊͟S̬̀ ̨̢̫̬̤́̄̓͗͛S̹̺͉̭̉̀̔͗̿ͅẸ̫͒͞X͎̟̥̹̀̾̓͒Y̧̢̫͙͌̒̾͞ - insufferable.

"Because even I, your sworn enemy and nemesis til death drags us part, don't think that you should grieve over someone who isn't even dead."

"You mean-"

"Trust me, Remy is very much alive."

******

"How did you even find my house?"

"That's the most pressing question on your mind right now?"

"It truly isn't but let me start with the small ones before the big ones emerge."

Virgil was lying on the couch with his sneakers touching the furniture. Roman had let him in after claiming that Remy still had a pulse. He was scrolling through his feed and according to Roman's peripheral vision, it seemed to be tumblr.

("He actually uses the Queue?")

("Did you say anything?"

("Nothing you need to know.")

("You sound like Janus.")

Roman glared at his feet.

"Take off your shoes if you are going to lay on the armrest."

"Fine!" He flinged his shoes at the other. It stained Roman's white tee.

"God, I hate you."

He pulled out both his earbuds and shots some finger guns at him.

"Right back at yah!"

Xia walked over and sat on the ottoman facing Lunaper.

"Let's get down to business-"

"TO DEFEAT THE HUNS!"

"Seriously, what do you mean 'Remy is very much alive', everyone with access to the internet saw what happened to him."

Virgil looked around, almost like he was scared of being seen or spotted or heard.

Did his eyes just change color?

"Look, I can't really tell you.."

"I'm getting sick of asking this, why are you here then?"

Virgil didn't respond.

"Why exactly are you here if you aren't going to try and explain-hmmmmm!"

Lunaper's was currently gagging his mouth with jacket.

" Stop speaking so loud."

Roman peered at the other.

"Whamt, ets not like whemre being watched."

"I'm just being- wait, give me a sec."

Virgil took the loose strand of Roman's hair and swiped it to the left.

I̛͇̜̺̦̎͐͠ ̘̂WA̹͍͘͡N̢̟͉̑̕͠T ͉̠̲̲̿̾͒̊T̥̮̍͞Ȏ̺̐͢ ̛̤̬̲̪̉́̏K̖̗̃̓I̧͕̫̩̼̔̎̃̀̇S̩̫̏̓S̙͛ ̧̫̞̒̇̕H͓̯́̋́ͅI͈̻͙̋͜͠͞͠M,͍͉͍̼͌̌̆͆ ͓̭̦̾͒̅I͓͇̹̩͚͂͐͑͡͡ ̥̑W̹̰̯͈͛͛̾͛A̞̲̩̎̍͞N̳̟̻͆̄̚T̢̛̖̏ ͓̋T͉̪͐̓O͇̤̝͛͂̿ Ć͉̯͛AṞ̳̠̈̄͘E̼͎̞͇͊͗͋́̕͟Ș̆Ṣ̈ ̡̨̡̗͕̊̂̂̓͠F͎̏Ặ̼̯̠̅͊́C̫̜̾̉E̢̟̣͎̱̿̾͒͌͒,̣̠́́ ̡͇̪͑̊̃͟͞Ì̼͕͙̥̤͑̆́̕ ͇͗W̧̫͉̘̉̃͘͡Ă̟̘͝N͉̊T̫̟͐̄ ̢͋T̞̃O ̨̡̀̆̄͑͜ͅĎ̢̦̖̤͑̂̕Ä̝̯̪́̒̚͜͠N̹͔̘͇̔̉̐̐C̥̔E̪̖̝͉̱͋̎̾̔̒ ̡̻̤̀͐̉̄͜WǏ̜̩̟́̀͒͜T̙̆H̥̆ ̟͍͔̈́̆̕H̪̣̽̐I̡̺̯͌̑́M̨̪̩̱̜͆̏̌̋̕ ̖͎̀̚'̯͉̅̀T͔̦͇̙̔̾̊͜͠͡I͎̤̞͔̥̎̿́̚͝L̜̥̅̑ ̛͔͖̰̌͌̚͢Ș̘̗̀̿̎U͔͗N͕͓͊̆̋ͅ ̪̪̟͌̒͒̂͜R̲̻̪̋͊̅̏͟Ì̪SḔ̙͟,̨̰̩͚͒̈͂̚ ̧̜̱̀̆́̊͜

"Fumck!"

The emo removed the make-shift gag.

"Are you ok?"

Xia moved his hands to his temple to try and relieve the pain.

,̨̰̩͚͒̈͂̚ ̧̜̱̀̆́̊͜Ỉ͈ ̳̣̙̗̊̒̓̚W͕̐A̱̙̣̙͛̎̎̀̓͜N̫̳̔͘T̰̜̝͌͛̀ ̲̃T̯̮̪͗̋̒Ỏ̗ ̩̞̝̊̎̋H̛̭̺̥͛̚OL̛͎̝̹͇̂̀̚D ̹̰̬̈̚͝H̤̫͙̅̔͝Ị̞̱̓̾̚Ḿ̞,̾͢ ̲̟̹̫͆͐͑̅I Ẃ̪̫͘Ã͢Ņ̹̋́Ț̛͍̒ ̰̭͕̏̇̔T̛̬̲͋O͈͒ ̬̂Ṭ̛̣̓̍͢O͕̩̟̎̄̐͌̕͟͟U̖͌̽͢C̰͕̈̽H ̲̝̦̱̄͂̚͡H͕̳͒̈́IM̡̱͖͗̎͆, ͔͞I͖̰̽͠-̢̘̜̹͚̄͗̑̑͡

"FUCK, EVERYTHING HURTS, IT HURTS TO THINK, IT HURTS TO SPEAK, I JUST WANT THE PAIN TO END!"

"PRINCEY!"

"MAKE IT STOP, WHY WON'T IT STOP?"

"PRINCEY!"

"IT HURTS, IT REALLY DOES!"

"ROMAN!"

And just for a second the voices stopped, they stopped stabbing and scratching and just stayed still.

Just for a second.

"FUUCCKK-"

"ROMAN," Virgil took his face into his hands. "Roman, please open your eyes, I need to check something."

Following the instructions ( He didn't remember even closing them) he was met with pools of space and stars and a galaxy of colors that were now the eyes of Virgil and not the chestnut brown he seen less than two minutes ago.

“You have a veil, you actually have a veil..”

“ The fuck does that mean, Surly Temple?”

“It means that someone has blocked something from your conscious thoughts.”

“What?”

“That’s not important, what is would be the fact that you’re going to want to bite onto something because this is going to hurt and I don’t want the neighbours getting any ideas.”

For the second time that day, Lunaper stuff his jacket into Roman’s mouth.

“I’m sorry..”

Even with the jacket the screech the Xia made would probably beat his Pa’s infamous falsehood.But with the pain gone and the veil dropped he could now see everything so much clearer.

So the moment when Virgil took the gag out of his mouth, he pulled him close and claimed his lips.

#logicality #prinxiety #dukeceit #qpr dukeceit #roman sanders #remy sanders #virgil sanders #moonboy au #wisp writes

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isabellawaites · 4 years

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Dionysus

Specialty : the god of wine, debauchery, theater, madness

Nickname(s) Prince of the underworld (royal title) the boss's son (by Thanatos, hecate, Hermes) kiddo (by Hermes, Eros) the bastard (by Apollo, Munich) dafni (by Demeter, Hestia) my love (mil, ariadne)

Age : 19

Relationship : ariadne (ex girlfriend) Aphrodite (friend) Hermes (friend) Hephaestus (teacher) nemesis (BFFTK) janus (friend) cerberus (pet and friend) pelops (friend) artemis (auntie) mil (crush)

Family Hades (father) Persephone (mother) Zeus (uncle) Poseidon (uncle) Hera (aunt) amphitrite (aunt) metis (aunt) hebe (cousin) ares (cousin) anteros (cousin) Athena (cousin) Aphrodite (cousin-in-law) Eros (nephew)

Occupation : the prince of the underworld, owner of a famous dance club called the bacchanal

Location : underworld (sometimes) Olympus (most of the time) the mortal realm (bitch your ass is right)

Species : god

Colors pink (hair) blue (skin) purple (eyes)

APPEARANCE

Dionysus is a young tall male with azure skin, purple eyes (that turn dark purple when enraged) and dark pink hair. His hair, which devolves into green leaves and purple grapes when it's long, is connected to his emotions. He seems to have a scar on his neck covering by his black choker.

PERONALITY

Most of the time he is drunk, specifically he is a sexy drunk, and party drunk. When he is sober he is a kind-hearted and outgoing god, who also enjoys teasing his friends. Dionysus is intelligent, showing a great deal of academic prowess. It's also shown that He is very flirtatious as well, some of the people he has sex with call him a sex-maniac, he even calls himself that. He also shows a sadistic side, showing a great deal of cruelty to those who have wronged him or those he cares for.

RELATIONSHIP

His parents : he seems to have a great relationship with them, it's been pointed many times that Hades is embarrassed when Dionysus does something really inappropriate.

ariadne : ariadne was Dionysus's ex girlfriend or ex fiance. He fell in love with her and she had the same feelings for him. they were greatly madly in love. It said that Dionysus's hair became so long it was because of his love for her. But there was someone else who was in love with her, it was a man named Theseus. 3 days before Dionysus and ariadne's wedding, Theseus put madness in Dionysus's drink. This caused him to kill ariadne, after he was able to cure himself of the madness he realize what he done. He tried to kill himself, but since he was immortal he couldn't die. It took 10 years to get over her death. It seems that theseus didn't know that she would be killed.

Mil :

POWERS AND ABILITIES

He can bind and suffocate his enemies with grape Vines which are incredibly strong and durable. Dionysus can telekinetically summon his Vines. As the god of madness, Dionysus is able to cause madness or cure it. As the god of wine, Dionysus can manipulate alcohol. Dionysus can appear anywhere a party is held. He also has great archery skills, where he got these skills were from Artemis teaching him.

TRIVIA

Dionysus is a little short like his mom but still more taller than her. In some Greek mythologys he was the son of Hades and Persephone.

#lore olympus #dionysus #oc

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rosepetals-flyingbirds · 5 years

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Soldier.

With: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Violence, blood, injuries, language.

Note: Finally some action.

Some people like to say that life is made of decisions.

Maybe it was, but for Bucky hasn’t been for a long time.

Shit happens, and for seventy years he wasn’t himself, he couldn’t be himself. And gladly now he can heal, can take the control of his life again.

Maybe life it’s made of decisions, it’s what we make it be.

But loving you wasn’t a decision.

A decision is something you choose to make, something you thoroughly comprehend and allow. Bucky never decided to care, never decided to have his heart melting at the simple vision of your smile, or love the warmth of your skin against his; he never decided to be so utterly fascinated by you.

It easily happened.

The way the rain fall, the way the sun arises, the way the waves break at the beach, how the sun set and the moon shines the night. A few things in this universe solely happen and nothing can change them.

He was too broke inside to do common things as dating, too unsure of his mind to love someone.

But then he met you.

For Bucky, it was such a sweet surprise, a way for the universe apologize for everything. But every time he looked at you he felt in the way fascinating things happens in the cosmos, like it was simply destinated to happen.

No, not a decision at all.

Maybe, each piece of him was naturally purposed to love you.

…

“Buck, we will find her!” Steve said trying to calm his friend down, his hand placed on his shoulder trying to show support, but Bucky could focus on anything besides your face.

Your beaten up face that appeared on Fury’s tablet.

Tied up, wet face due to the tears and such a terrified look in your eyes. Masked men around holding knives and hurtful things as crowbars.

Bucky could feel deep in his chest the pain you were going through.

The shinning screen showing the horrible people that dared to hunt you down solely to hurt him. A message appears under the photo. ‘Come to get her Winter Soldier, before there is nothing else to save.’

The phrase only adds to the turmoil inside his veins. His mind going into chaos because you’re not only hurt but you’re hurt because of him, because of who -and what- he is.

Those Hydra fanatics are capable of anything and they don’t fear death. He didn’t know how much time he had until you were dead.

Steve said something but it was soundless to him, a thin noise making its place while everything seemed in slow motion. Fury called a few more people in the room but Bucky was too busy on his mind to recognize anyone. The mere idea of losing you was enough to make his heartbeat go faster than ever.

It was so hurtful to think of the possibility of never seeing or touching you again, of never hearing your sweet voice that was the sweetest sound for him, your eyes that were his favorite color or even your touch that made him feel safe and loved.

It was so hurtful that he walked out of the Compound not minding his dirty clothes due to the last mission he was on, not minding Steve’s shouts behind him nor the fact that he had no idea where you were.

“Buck you going to search for her in that state won’t help her!” Steve jogged behind his friend who was visibly tense.

“THEN WHAT WILL STEVE?” He shouted back so loud that Steve even flinched, Natasha coming at the picture with the tablet on her hands trying to locate the photo’s IP

Bucky tried to grab the tablet from her hands. "I don’t need your help.”

Finding it Natasha read him the coordinates. “I know where she is, come on.“

Which she quickly evaded. “I’m not doing it for you, Barnes! She is my friend! And before you kill yourself in a car accident is better for us to follow you.”

Bucky knew it was better to not discuss and to not lose time so he walked to the garage with long steps.

Steve was the one in behind the wheel and Natasha was in the passenger seat giving him instructions.

Bucky felt like the time was running out of his hands, at any moment they could hurt you, at any moment they could abuse you, at any moment they could kill you. “Can’t you go faster?”

“I’m going as fast as I can.”

Bucky’s breath was broken and he was sweating cold, his knees moving to a side to the other fastly trying to help his state, his mind seeing your face all over again, how have they found you? He was so careful, your apartment was protected by the best security system, your neighborhood wasn’t a dangerous one, and he always tried to be subtle about his visits, always going late at night.

So how the hell they found you?

After what seemed an eternity Steve stopped the car and Natasha blocked the device on her hand. “Is here. We need to be smarter, I go first and St-”

Before she could finish Bucky had already stepped out of the car, his weapons firmly on his body thanks to the last mission. He didn’t have many bullets left but had his knives would do enough.

Steve called his name as loud as he could while he tried to not call attention for them. Bucky ignored, that was his business.

His mission.

The dark place was disgusting, wet and muddy, rats running around and an old stair covered with dust to the second level. He heard steps with his super-addition and grabbed his knife ready to kill whoever the fuck blocked his way to save you.

Quickly turning into the corner he attacked the first enemy, the man probably doesn’t even realize who he was until Bucky held him by the throat with his vibranium hand and slammed him against the stained wall.

Even with his airways being whacked the man smiled. “The Winter Soldier, we knew you would appear, you are-”

Bucky toughened his grasp on the man’s who started to gasp and tried to kick Bucky in the process. “Where is she?”

The man was red almost purple before Bucky loosened his strong grasp only enough to receive an answer. The man smiled making Bucky glance the man in the eye as he punched his nose.

The man only smiled before Bucky. "You’ll never find her whole. Hail-” Bucky twisted the man’s neck on a tight grip and allowed the useless body to fall on the floor.

The cartilage breaks as blood started to drip of the man’s nose to his mouth.

“Answer me or the next thing to break will be your neck. Where?”

Hearing someone yelling he grabbed his pistol and shoot expertly into the man’s forehead, now they knew he was there, they knew they have reached their purpose.

To bring the Winter Soldier back.

Throwing his empty pistol at the floor he grabbed the AK-47 around the dead man’s neck and kept his search, dozen people appeared but the Winter Soldier didn’t care of gender roles when the women where supporting Hydra and hurting you.

It was a massacre, to say the least.

He didn’t hold back.

Hearing a man gagging on the floor he held the man’s hair pulling him to his feet, blood erupting from his chest down on his clothes. “Where is she?”

The man as a good fanatical didn’t answer, only smiled showing his stupid couple of golden teeth but time was falling off the Soldier’s hands, he needed to find you! Grabbing his knife he dug it inside the man’s bullet wound making him yell. “WHERE IS SHE?”

Bucky let the man fell breathing in relief but it was fast before a bullet went to his skull, no one deserved to live after hurting you.

The man visibly bit his tongue trying to save the information, the Soldier went deeper making the yell even louder.

“The-the third floor!” He yelled.

The Soldier didn’t even bother to look at his job before he went upstairs to find you, he only stopped to throw the empty weapon on the floor and grabbing someone’s fully loaded pistol. The man had yelled the place, so the horrible people holding you probably has moved already.

There was a clear path as he searched for you, he probably had killed all of the others “agents” anyway.

Hours of therapy, years of trying to get better, trying to forget his past and of what he was capable to do. But now it didn’t matter.

Only you mattered.

Hydra had created him, had tortured him, and now they thought they could take you from him? Hurt you and reach their wish of getting him back?

They would suffocate on their own poisoned blood before that happens.

Never a mission has been that hard before, never!

On the third floor there was only one filthy door, he heard someone downstairs opening the heavy door but he didn’t look back, he only kept walking trying to reach you.

Kicking the door open he saw a man holding you with a knife against your throat.

You.

The mere sight of you. All bruised and bleeding, tears falling on your face made his anger double mixing with the pain.

The blonde man smiled. “Look who finally arrived,“ The man looked down at you trying to break free of his disgusting hold, the Soldier’s grip remained firm on the pistol, the safety was off already. "She’s so feisty,” A long repugnant lick where placed on your neck, the man had spent the last hours threatening to touch you, to “ruin” you on his words, he only didn’t already because his partner was too busy making plans for how they would take Bucky with them, how he would give up his life to save yours. “You will let me go or I’ll slice the bitch-”

POW.

Feeling the arms around you losing you turned on your feet seeing the man collapsing on the floor. A perfect hole made on his forehead.

Trembling you looked up to Bucky… or on ampler words… Soldier.

The man dropped the gun on the floor and ran to your reach grabbing you on his safe arms. "Bucky.” You sobbed.

“Shh shh, I got you, baby. I’m so sorry, doll! I’m so so sorry.” He repeated and placed his hand on your head trying to hold you as near as possible.

Bucky didn’t care you were bloodied, sweaty and in tears, he only cared that he found you, that he saved you.

You broke the hug and kissed him with all the strength your weak body could find.

Breaking the kiss with a grunt you touched your split lower lip. Bucky’s finger touched it and kissed the side of your mouth before interlacing his firm arms around you on an almost mortal embrace.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry they caught you, I wasn’t careful enough, I wasn’t-” He almost sobbed.

On a way it was his fault, his past’s fault. But you didn’t care. “I’m okay, you came to save me.”

“Of course I did.” He affirmed, your shaking fingers reaching his cheeks to get rid of the tears.

“I was so afraid, they kept saying how they would take you back, how there is that place in Russia where they would use the words against you! I- I couldn’t even imagine-ne.” Stammering you started to cry again, you started to hyperventilate, panic set on your veins.

Bucky held your face on his hands and looked deep into your eyes. “I know what they wanted, my love. But they won’t get it! I promise you.” You nodded and smiled at him, your savior. “Now let’s go home.”

Your fingers grasped tightly onto his clothes as he helped you to walk out of the hell hole. Your legs were shaking and he realized that, in reply he placed his hands on your thighs lifting you up on his body, you used all strength you could to lock your legs around his waist.

Looking down the stairs he saw Steve and Natasha. “Y/N, close your eyes.” He asked, it was almost a plea, he didn’t want you to see with your bare eyes the terror that the Winter Soldier could cause.

He ached to burn the construction to nothing, burn his past and burn anyone who dared to hurt you.

Getting out of the place you opened your eyes momentarily seeing the number of people in the floor, Steve’s cerulean eyes were the next thing you saw, he mouthed 'look at me’ believing you were scared of Bucky’s doing…

(…) of the Winter Soldier’s doing.

But you weren’t.

You loved Bucky with all you have, and if he loved you enough to ignore his fears and go to save you. What sort of love is better than that?

Reaching the car he helped you in before closing the door and walking to the other side, Steve looked at the mirror at Bucky trying to see the turmoil of the last happening, but he only saw relief.

Natasha probably called Fury and asked to send some people to ‘clean’ the place. She entered the car and nodded to Steve who started to drive.

“Bucky?” You called softly, too tired.

That was it, you would ask about the people, would ask why he didn’t solve it in another way. “Mmm?” He mumbled, fear set on his chest.

He couldn’t bear the idea of you fearing him.

Kissing his hand you let a sigh. “Let’s go home.”

Smiling in pure relief he nodded and kissed your forehead for long seconds, you were there with him, safe.

“Yes, doll. Let’s go home.”

…

#bucky barnes x reader #my love

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Allies Ch14

Garmadon grunted as he blocked the blast of golden energy from Wu, his power over Creation strong against him as the balance dictates but the reverse was the same. Garmadon sneered then gathered purple smoky destructive powers in his palm then charged at Wu, ducking under the swing of his Dragon Bone sword and hitting him square in the chest, sending Wu hurling backwards but he managed to right himself and land on his feet, stabbing his sword into the ground to help slow him down. He panted as he came to a stop, looking down at the chest piece of the armor, seeing the impacted area withering away to black ash. He threw it off then narrowed his eyes at Garmadon before sparing a glance down at the base of the mountain to see how the rest of the war was progressing.

“You’ve lost Garmadon. Your Nindroids have been defeated and your Stone Warriors have been ensnared. My son will defeat yours and this will be the true end of this war.” Wu says as he straightened and Garmadon glanced down at the fight, seeing that it was indeed so.

Very few of his Stone Warrior remained free and fighting against his elemental masters wielding his Nindroids’ swords. Garmadon only chuckled, turning back to Wu.

“You should learn to keep your eyes on your opponent.” He says lightly to Wu who frowned, having a bad feeling at Garmadon’s lack of concern. “After all, that is only a sign that this fight will soon end.” He smirked then attacked Wu with another blast of his destructive powers he kept charged to full power behind his back in his lower hands.

Wu reacted quickly, using his sword to block it- but the sword’s blade turned to ash on impact and Wu still took a brunt of the blow, a large hole now in the side of his helmet as ash fell.

“Not much armor left, Wu…” Garmadon hummed as Wu tossed the helmet aside, all that was left of his armor being his boots.

“I don’t need armor to defeat the likes of you, Garmadon.” Wu hissed, eyes going slitted and Garmadon looked on in amusement.

If only father could see them now. The very same thing he was running from, happening right here in his ‘safe haven’.

Garmadon only chuckled as Wu surrounded himself in his golden power. The end was so close, he could taste it.

Lloyd was unphased as the large dragon that was Morro banished his vortex as he flew in one spot, roaring at him, trying to intimidate him of all persons. He took the opportunity to glance at the battle before him- then frowned to see the last of the Stone Soldiers being disarmed and bound in no doubt Grabbing Vines from the Master of Nature’s powers. They say once they grab onto you, they won’t ever let go. He then looked over to the controls under Morro’s shadow as the large dark green dragon scratched and roared at his barrier. Looks like he had no choice. He expanded his barrier suddenly, engulfing all of the Garmatron and then some, throwing Morro back with the force then walked over to the controllers. He looked between the guns on the machine and the button to launch a missile and decided that the guns were his best bet. Guns came up from the sides of the Garmatron and Lloyd aimed at the strongest of the group.

“Everyone look out!” Griffin yelled too late, small but potent amounts of Dark Matter at the group, the first shot hitting Nya square in the back, then Karlof, and Bolobo.

“Wh- whats… Happening….?” Nya got out as something began taking her over, leaving her to drop to her knees as the Dark Matter spread through her.

“What’s going on?” Chamille asked as she walked over, all of them watching their infected comrades confused.

“They were all infected with-”

“Grr!” Nya growled as she threw off Tox who had a hand on her shoulder.

“Woah! Nya!” Tox yelled as she stumbled to a stop.

Nya only growled, gathering gray coloured water in her palms, glaring them down with glowing purple eyes and grayed out skin.

“Karlof stop!” Griffin yelled, stepping back from Karlof attempting to crush him.

“They did something to change them! Our friends are no longer our friends!” Neuro warned unable to pick up anything from their minds but darkness and destruction.

“I’ll- ugh!” Tox grunted as she was hit square in the chest as she was gathering her power to knock them out.

“Tox! No!” Chamille yelled as the Dark Matter began affecting her too.

“Change of plans!” Neuro yelled as the four corrupted Elemental Masters turned against them, gathering their powers. “We need to defeat them too!”

Lloyd frowned as he powered down the guns. He didn’t like the idea of using the Dark Matter but it was a necessity. His attention was drawn back to Morro once his barrier and the Garmatron began to be affected with the sheer force of his winds, pushing him back from the fight. Looks like he made him too angry. With those four taking care of the rest, it should leave him with some time to defeat Morro.

With that, Lloyd gathered his green energy and started to attack Morro from in the sky, the large dragon managing to dodge a few and powering through the few that hit. That had to hurt but he was clearly too angry and hellbent on destroying him to realise that. He might have to go all out with this guy…

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Jay panted around the nunchucks in his mouth, glaring down Ultra Violet as he gripped his left arm. He had taken the risk, gotten in close and landed a powerful shock. The cost of that attack was his dominant left hand. She had sliced her way down as she was thrown back from the impact and managed to slash the tendons in his wist, rendering his left hand useless and bleeding heavily. He needed a chance to bind it before he bled to death but that wasn’t an option. While he did manage to get a few critical hits in, Ultra Violet had the ability to completely disregard the injuries she’s suffered unless it killed her. Despite it must being difficult to move her body from repeated shocks, despite the open electrical wounds she had, she didn’t care. She kept going, taking advantage of every weak moment he had to attack.

He was already light headed and weak from blood loss which made it clear she must have at least nicked something major. He stumbles, vision blacking out for a moment before he steadied himself, shaking his head. He opened his eyes again- eyes widening to see Ultra Violet right before him. He dodged left, but she still managed to slash into his upper shoulder, leaving him staggering back.

“You won’t last long little man. You might as well let me put you out of your misery.” Ultra Violet huffed, tightening her hand around her knife with difficulty.

She had to abandon her crossbow, not having the muscle movement in her hands to reload it. Jay gritted his teeth. He was on his last leg. Either she’ll kill him or the blood loss will get to him first. Either way… He grinned, glaring her down. He had the opportunity and he took it. His feelings were returned. He always knew he’d be the first to die, knew he’d die and leave Cole behind… But now… Now the thought wasn’t so bad. There’s one thing though. Jay spat out his nunchucks and gathered his lightning all over his body, gathering the strongest electrical charge he could muster. If he died today, he’s taking that crazy bitch with him.

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It was hard to focus. His vision was coming in and out, his mind and vision foggy. But Cole kept his eyes in front of him, at the indestructible being before him. He couldn’t destroy him, he knew that. But he could keep him away from the others for as long as his body would allow. He coughed, blood falling onto the ground from his lips where his broken ribs were poking into his lungs. He had to keep going. This was what it meant to be a Knight. He had to fight for the future of everyone else. He had to- He blacked out again, coming to just a second before Kozu’s forehead bashed down into his again, the impact immediately rendering him unconscious. He dropped to his knees then onto the ground, blood pooling out from his mouth. Kozu straightened up looking down at him.

“You were a worthy opponent, but you have yet to realise you and your friends are fighting on the wrong side.” Kozu told him quietly.

He then glanced over to his mangled hammer then walked over to it and brought it back next to him, placing it under his hand as he would the soldiers they lost on the battlefield. He knew the mortal wasn’t yet dead but he made sure to aim for the mortal’s most critical points. He’ll be dead in minutes. He looked over to the battle a ways away from their current location. Now to ensure the victory of their Emperor…

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Kai hadn’t imagined that the Serpentine would be this hard to take down. They had done so countless times before but now it was clear he was holding back this entire time. He managed to melt the staff and boil away the acid the staff was supplying but the blade- the blade refused to burn, despite how much heat he used- and now, the same was true for Pythor. His scales were noticeably rougher and it was making him immune to his fire- and his sword! He managed to bite back a cry of pain once that impossibly sharp dagger carved another cut into the skin of his chest.

What could he do? He was up against an enemy he couldn’t defeat! Had no means to! He looked around for help- but there was none. He had purposefully lured the general away from everyone else to prevent him from helping the other Generals or Garmadon. He was in a real pinch now.

“Need assistance?” Kai whipped his head around to see Kozu approach, his armor looking battle worn but of course, he himself was untouched.

If he was here, then… Cole…

Kai grunted, pain exploding from his stomach as Pythor patted his shoulder.

“Not at all. I was having a bit of fun is all.” Pythor says lightly, the Fangblade deep in Kai’s stomach.

He was careless… Distracted… He gave a pained sound as he withdrew the blade covered in blood from his stomach, wiping his blood off on his own gi. He covered the wound with his hand in hopes to stop the bleeding but no such luck. It was seeping through his fingers. There was so much of it…

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Zane didn't know just yet that he was the luckier one of his team. Certainly he had damage, only able to see from one eye and his right leg and left arm were undergoing malfunctions from their encounter with Cryptor's destructive technomagic, but he was still able to keep up, to keep going as Cryptor too had damages. He managed to get close enough so he could use his ice to completely remove his left arm forcefully, the exposed socket of where his arm sparking with exposed and damaged wires. The ice still there wasn't stopping the flow of oil pouring from the wound and it would be but a matter of time before that much loss of oil and coolant will bring him down. The more coolant he loses, the more effective his ice was becoming. His movements were becoming slower as the cold temperatures of his constant usage of ice began affecting his joints. But Cryptor was determined, swinging his blade in smaller but still dangerously accurate arcs to facilitate his body succumbing to the cold.

He had almost forgotten how fierce a fighter the original Nindroid was. But he refused to lose. He took the blow of his ice full on, his chest frozen solid- but only to get the opening he was looking for. He slashed his sword, from the far corner of his right shoulder down to his left hip and Zane staggered back, the red technomagic disrupting a large area of his functionality. His right hand spasmed before going limp, it's connection cut as his core began destabilizing. He was in a bad position right now. He quickly stepped forward while he had the ability to do so, using his ice to ensnare both of Cryptor’s legs in ice, buying himself some time. He had to decide quickly on what to do next. He looked around the battlefield, scanning the area quickly and finding them on the losing end of the battle. Their comrades were fighting each other and Morro was taking critical damage from the Penumbrian Prince some distance away. He looked around again, well aware of Cryptor chipping at the ice around his legs, looking for his friends. It took him enhancing his vision to find- He gasped, eyes wide at the sight of Jay face down on the ground, unmoving and pale, Ultra Violet just as unmoving before him on her back. He couldn't tell if he was breathing or not from this distance. He frantically looked around for Cole, for Kai yo see if they could help but- Cole was on the ground, unmoving with his weapon still on hand. No. He knew a day like this would come, that there would be a day they all die in battle… But he wasn't prepared for it in any way. He desperately looked for Kai- and found him. Clear liquid built up in Zane's eyes at the sight of his Kai, his other half on his back, his hands at his bloody stomach where he no doubt had been trying to cauterize the wound there… He squeezed his eyes shut against the sight of the two Generals approaching, letting the tears fall for his fallen friends before he made up his mind, glaring Cryptor down as his eyes glowed. There was only one thing left to do.

Cryprot finally broke free from the ice and began stalking towards him, sword held tightly as his joints creaked under the strain of the cold. He could see the shadows of Kozu and Pythor approaching in his peripheral. It was always his purpose to fight in this war, to aid the Emperor in winning it. It was a task he had always done with pride and without fail. But… He gritted his teeth, the glow of his eyes getting brighter, making Cryptor pause mid step, wary now. This war has been nothing but the very bane of his existence, of all of their existence. Sometimes he wished to be an average human, holding no real ties to this war, to live someplace far away from it all with Kai and their friends, it was a thought they entertained very rarely with each other in the depths of the night, away from prying eyes. But they both knew they wouldn't be able to do that, to turn a blind eye away from this war. With or without their powers, they would fight… To the very end.

He gathered his frigid powers into his palm, glowing with it, frost forming from his core outwards. And now, this was the very end. Kai, Cole, Jay, Nya… He began floating off the ground and the Generals immediately charged at him, to stop him but they were far too late. Yes, this war was the bane of his existence, but it was also his purpose, as Kai was his reason to look forward to another day… His chilling blue energy peaked then. His only regret… Was that he hadn't interfered that tragic day in the Dark Prince's life. He will hold the guilt of what happened that day… To the Departed Realm. _____________________ (4 more chapters left!! Thanks for reading!) _____________________

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