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miss-choco-chips · 4 years

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Put a ring on it 2

Gonna drop this here super quick and then go back to cram for my finals. Who allowed me to schedule six finals in one week? I’m gonna die. Pray for me.

Tagging @jedissica ‘cause they asked me to, and @animemangasoul who I think will like this.

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-Batman, here we are. It’s been a while since you last called an emergency meeting. Is everything okay?

-Were you aware that our children eloped together?

-...what.

-As in, my third kid, your first one, Diana’s second, and Barry’s… grandchild. I’m not exactly sure about who married who, but there was more than one wedding and they have a group chat called ‘hubbies and waifu’. Whatever that means.

-...

-That’s my girl. I always told her, go big or go home.

-Diana, no.

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Cassie’s phone went off again with her specific Diana ringtone, and she gave up, turning it off and throwing it on the pile with Kon’s, Bart’s and Tim’s (the last one had four all by himself, so it was quite a big ‘phone tower’; Hah, pun intended).

-You’re gonna freak out so badly over this when you actually wake up -she informed Tim’s fluffy hair.

Said vigilante only released a cute little snore, face buried on her lap, legs thrown over Kon’s, one hand that had fallen from the couch resting on Bart’s head where he sat on the floor in front of them.

-Well, they were going to find out one way or another. And this was probably among the best scenarios.

-How? I’m sure this one was top five on Tim’s ‘worst case’ nightmare list.

-I was there and saw their faces. I didn’t even know Batman could express any emotion other than ‘cold’ and ‘overflowing with rage’. That image will bring me joy in future distressing times, I’m sure. My patronus memory, if you will.

-I’m soooooooo jealous, dude.

Cassie snorted, carefully not moving an inch, fingers cradling through Tim’s hair. Over her dead body would he ever cut it, now that it was finally long enough to make itty tiny braids all over it, her favorite therapeutic iddle work.

-We’ll make Tim give us footage when he wakes up. He has to provide for us, after all.

Kon let his arm, resting on the backrest of the couch, fall over Cassie’s shoulders- Be sure to include footage from after we left, too. Nightwing’s ‘As in more than one?!’ part was solid gold.

-No kidding, I want that as my ringtone for you and Tim -chimed in Bart, carefully moving Tim’s hand back to the couch and then running to the kitchen- Ice cream?

-Do you even need to ask?

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By the time Tim woke up, the hero gossip network had done it’s thing, and almost everyone with a costume was aware of the news. Even Cissie, who was officially retired, and Zachary Zatara, away on his shows and usually out of reach, had called, the first one to offer congratulations and ask if the thing was real emotionally-wise, the second to just laugh at them for full six minutes before hanging up.

He did text them later, asking when the celebration ceremony would be.

-It’s not a bad idea -mused Cassie, showing them her phone screen with the magician’s text- a party, I mean.

Tim, from his place working a case on the Titan’s main computer, tuted- Batman might actually kill me for that. I think we’ve survived this far only because there are no written records making this official, and a part of him must think it’s all some elaborate prank.

-It’s not -insisted Bart, head poking out of the kitchen- we are family now, officially. No take backs.

Their Robin shifted in place just enough for them to see his smile, a gift on itself- I know, guys, and the sentiment is much appreciated. But from a legal standpoint, it’s not that different from what a few kids on a playground could do while playing family. Only place this could stand against judgement would be the future, some ancient Amazonian tribe, or Krypton.

-Doesn’t matter, as long as it’s true for us. And, I mean, we didn’t want to cut your options if you ever wanted to actually get married the classic way.

This time, their bird actually turned around, a warmth on his expression that he usually reserved for his team. It made them feel special like nothing else.

-Yeah, I know. Thank you for that. It was really considerated.

As if they would drag Tim into something like legal marriage without previous consent. The fact that he even felt the need to thank them for showing him basic human decency was making their blood boil with the need to punch a bat on the face.

Kon flew over, the high chair preventing him from draping himself on his best friend’s back, but not from hugging his neck and messing his hair.

-Back at my point -cleared her throat the amazonian-, your former mentor can suck my metaphorical Freudian dick. We could throw a party, and it would only be different from a normal one because marriage celebrations include gifts, which I’m totally for. I haven’t seen Zatara, Cissie, Greta and Anita in a while, and Miguel, Raven and Gar might murder us for not telling them about our plans and not making it up to them with a party. No ‘adults’ out of the ones on team, or mentors, invited, enough alcohol to re-drown Atlantis, fancy food bought with Bat’s credit card…

-You are right, it does sound kinda nice -hummed Kon, floating just out of Tim’s range when former Wonder Boy tried to slap his hands away. Silly bat, always denying affection.

-All in favor?

-I don’t know -giving up, Tim went back to his case files- I have a lot to do this days, and there’s a lead that might take me to Asia…

-Isn’t Cass there? Ask her to take over it for you, as a marriage present or something. C’mon Tim, do it for the gifts. Imagine what Zatara might get for us. So crash.

-If it’s a magical object, I won't want it anywhere near me. We bats don’t have the best track record with that stuff, and I swear to god if I get deaged I would use my non-prosecutable age to murder someone. Probably Zatara himself.

-Adorable as that might be, it totally won’t happen.

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-....can you repeat it one more time? Slower, though. I think I’m getting hearing problems.

Raven, through the video call connecting the Cave with the Tower, didn’t seem fazed by Nightwing’s slightly threatening tone.

-I said, the team had a party, everyone got drunk, and it was fine for a while. I was watching over them, but then I needed to use the restroom. When I got back, someone had gotten ahold of Zachary’s gift for Tim, Cassie, Kon and Bart, and…

-Why for those four? -asked Hood, standing right by N’s side. He had came in during Raven’s first explanation, and felt like there was something he was missing.

-It was a marriage gift. Moving on…

-A what?! Since when is Lil Red married? The fuck happened while I was in Russia?!

-...someone had gotten ahold of the gift -Raven kept going, cool as a cucumber. On the background behind her, teen heroes were running back and forth, people were screaming and something was smoking-, which happened to be some sort of magical artifact. Zachary wasn’t really aware of what it did, he just randomly choose it from among his collection of magical tools when he remembered at the last possible time a gift was mandatory for a wedding party. I returned from the bathroom and everything was a mess, the couch was turned upside down, a pipe had burst, the tv was on fire and Tim had been de aged.

There was a battle scream, in a distinctly childish voice, somewhere on the room out of view of the camera, and Raven’s eyes left the screen for a second as if looking at it.

-Was that Red Robin? -Batman, because of course he was listening in, started typing at the console, frantically trying to get a new angle to see what was going on on the Tower.

-He’s unharmed, and everything is under control.

Another scream, this time louder.

-...that didn’t sound under control -mused Dick, apparently still processing the information. Bruce typed faster. Robin gripped his sword tighter, as if readying himself for a war.

Jason still looked utterly lost.

-Marriage? She said marriage? AND YOU ASSHOLES KNEW ‘BOUT THIS?!

-He’s… throwing a tantrum -the woman ignored him, still looking only at her former leader-. Something about using his age to kill Zatara without being convicted. I’ll need to leave now, I only called to ask you to take over Tim’s cases while we solve this issue.

-Wait! Rae, if Timmy’s a kid, he needs to be with us. We are his family, it’s our jurisdiction.

A green bird suddenly landed on her shoulder, halthing whatever response she might give. Gar pecked her on the cheek lightly before turning his beak their direction.

-Husbands and Wives get priority, N, you know that. Cassie, Kon and Bart are looking after him, and keeping him from killing Zachary, while the rest of us research how to turn him back. Zach is actually trying to contact his cousin, maybe the great Zatanna will quicken this process. So, yeah, no Bats allowed on the Tower until then!

-But/!

A loud crash, followed by a wail, made Gar wince and Raven’s head to snap to the side and growl.

-Whelp, gotta go, Tower out! -a ‘Tim!’ could be heard in the background just before the screen went dark.

-...

-...Anyone gonna fill me in?

-Drake eloped thrice over without informing us and has been living in sinful unworthiness with his three partners since last month or so, that we know about. Probably more.

-...Partners?

-You heard her. The speedster, clone and amazonian.

-...

-Dickie, how t’fuck did ya allow’is to happen?!

-IT’S NOT LIKE I WAS ASKED FOR MY BLESSING, JASON!

-B, what the utter hell, ain’t ya supposed to keep track of this kinda shit?!?

-...

-Don’t bother, Father has been broken since learning of Drake’s mistake, and will go unresponsive at the most inconvenient times.

-...

-Fuck, I need a drink. Also, ’m going there.

-You heard Gar, Jay -pointed out Dick- we can’t just walk in there, and the Tower is legally his. We have to be smart about this, plan this through, and/

-Yeah, no, he said ‘no bats’-gesturing at his gun holsters, he started to walk to where his bike was parked-. RIP ya’ll, but I’m different. See ya.

-...

-Tt. Useless. I’ll go back to training. Father, Grayson, should you two, as the plebeians say, ‘snap out of it’ and come with a good plan to get Drake back under our tutelage, I’ll be by the mats waiting.

-...

-...Don’t look at me like that. I raised him for a few months tops, but he’s your kid, not mine. Same with Tim, and Jason’s entirely your fault.

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Meanwhile, back at the Tower, Kon let out a screeching ‘Tim!’ before diving out and catching the baby bird in his arms, halting his fall from the ceiling rafters where he had been climbing. Behind him, Cassie let out a relieved breath.

-God’s above, you almost gave me a heart attack. Okay, new ground rules, this two little feet stay on the ground.

Tim, as proudly as a three year old toddler could, frowned at him.

-Don’t patwonize me, Kon. And lemme go, I havta cacth Zac/ Zat/… Magic-boy.

Bart materialized by their side, arms looping below Tim’s armpints to carry him to the recently put back to its correct place couch. He dropped there, tiny bird in his lap, cooing all the while.

-Aww, you’re precious.

-I could still huwt you -pointed out the toddler, resigning himself at being manhandled.

-I know -replied Bart lovingly, softly stroking his turf of hair.

Somewhere on the side, Cissie clapped her hands, as if getting rid of the dust there.

-Okay, I putted out the fire, so now I’ll be heading home. This magical bullshit is way out of my ‘retired’ comfort zone.

Cassie landed by her side and gave her a quick hug, while Greta walked up to them- I understand, thanks for coming.

-Give us a call when this is solved, we can have a coffee while you complain about your husbands. And… child, now, I guess. God, it was already weird calling Tim your husband, but now he’s a baby and it's doubly weird. Figure this out quickly.

-Will do. See you guys later.

One by one, they all left, some offering their support (appreciated, but not needed, thank you, we’ll manage), some still laughing. In the end, only the Core Four, Gar, Raven and Miguel remained. Zachary probably was there somewhere (if he dared leave without helping them fix this, he was dead meat), but out of the enraged toddler’s sight, which. Wise.

Even if said little human being was pint sized and cow eyed, he was probably still the most dangerous person in the room, unarmed or not (you know what, scratch that; if time with Tim taught them anything, was that no bat was ever unarmed. Even bare handed, their own bodies were weapons).

-...So... What should we do while we wait for Zatara’s solution?

-I vote movie night. It’s not like we can keep on drinking, with a kid in the room/ Auch! Pointy elbows, Tim!

Kon swooped in, picking Tim from Bart’s not invulnerable lap and cuddling to him on the couch by the speedster’s side. Tim knew better than to hit the Boy of Steel without proper equipment, so he let himself fall back against the broad chest. Cassie, talking to the older members of the team on the side, smiled softly at them before returning to her conversation.

As mad as his current situation made him, Tim couldn’t bring himself to pout too much. It had been a fun night, all things considered.

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#Tim Drake #kon el kent #cassie sandsmark #bart allen #bruce wayne #dick grayson #Jason Todd #Damian Wayne #young justice #teen titans #core four #crack wedding #Don't know what I'm doing hahaha #don't have an excuse i'm just procastinating from studying for my finals #gonna be dead by next week so enjoy this folks #i did this instead of studying #my writing #No edit we die like women

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littleredwing89 · 2 years

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SLEEPLESS NIGHTS

SLEEPLESS NIGHTS

Dark!Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: It’d been a rough few weeks with study groups running into the late hours of the morning. Not to mention the sleep you had been getting was…disturbed. The nightmares had become more frequent and increasingly vivid. Almost as though it was…dare you say it…real.

Warnings – Language. Smut. NSFW. Darker Themes. Murder mentioned. Mild violence. Horror elements.

Word Count: 8,118

A/N: Idea loosely based on Nightmare On Elm Street 🔪 Happy Halloween folks 👻🎃👻🎃 This is my attempt for Kinktober. Enjoy xoxo

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One, two, The Hood’s coming for you,

Three, four, better lock your door,

Five, six, grab your crucifix,

Seven, eight, gonna stay up late,

Nine, ten, never sleep again.

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Dallas flicked her long blonde hair over her shoulder, green eyes swimming with mischief, “So d’you guys remember I was working with this girl on my thesis last week?”.

“Carly?”, Lex raised her eyebrow before huffing out a breath of air. Her ebony fringe dangling down into her hazel eyes.

“Ok, ok so you heard what happened then…”, Dallas bit her bottom lip.

“I heard she died…”, Lex shuddered and focused her attention back to the open book in front of her, “Why are you even talking about this? She's dead…”.

“It’s so freaky”, Dallas shuddered, “Last week we were getting a pumpkin spiced latte and now…there’s a college memorial for her next week”.

You listened but didn’t say anything, repeatedly reading the same sentence over and over. You tapped your pen impatiently against the paper, trying to get further down the page but you struggled.

Lex took a long sip of her green tea, “So is you talking about it”.

You dropped your pen down and glared at your two friends, “Guys come on, we should be focusing on this essay”.

Dallas leaned forward, grinning like a cat, “Come on Y/N, aren’t you a little curious to hear about what really happened?”.

You scoffed, “All I'm hearing is that you're gonna work alone on your thesis”.

“Oh shut up”, Dallas shoved you playfully before looking between you and Lex, “Ok so I heard from someone…”.

Lex laughed, “Love it when you can't cite the source”.

“Just shut up! You’re spoiling the momentum of the story”, Dallas dropped her low voice, “This is uber creepy…So apparently the MO is very similar to a series of killings a few years ago…”.

A chill bristled down your spine and you couldn’t shake the icy feeling wrapping around your bones.

“The more we talk about it the more we sound like the kids who die first…Dallas…let’s just carry on with this essay. Dr. Wilson won’t give us an extension”.

Lex leaned closer to Dallas, a sly grin on her lips as she looked towards you, “Ignore Captain buzzkill over there and tell us more!!”.

Dallas giggled and slammed her book shut, making you jump a little, “There was a serial killer called The Hood, about six years ago…he killed eight sorority girls before he was gunned down by the police”.

Dallas grabbed her phone from her back pocket and started searching the web. She turned the phone as she found the article she wanted. She was right. Apparently, The Hood had put up quite a fight, taking down several officers before falling himself.

“Freaky…”, Lex looked over Dallas’ phone before smirking, “I do remember hearing about that…I also remember that he was hot”.

You snorted, “Your fucking priorities!!”.

“What?!”, Lex defended shamelessly, “He was…didn’t you ever see a photo of him in the Gotham Times?”.

Yawning, you shook your head, “No…I have better things to do than thirst over serial killers”. You stretched in the chair and felt the clicks of your neck. You’d been hunched over for far too long. You needed a break.

Dallas pulled up another article on her phone and turned it to show you a photo of The Hood, “Come on Y/N…you can’t tell me he isn’t the epitome of tall, dark and handsome”.

You let your eyes scan over the photo of The Hood. You didn’t want to admit it but she was right. He was absolutely gorgeous. His muscles bulged perfectly, sharp blue eyes piercing into yours. You swallowed. His hair was dark, dropping down messily into those stunning eyes of his. He was called Jason - before the press dubbed him The Hood. Jason Todd. The son of a wealthy billionaire in Gotham. You felt a shiver run down your neck, like fingertips. Tracing shapes into your skin.

“I-I guess so…if you’re into that sorta thing”, you brushed it off and tugged your hoodie closer around you. Maybe Dallas had left the window open again, letting the bitter air in.

“Like you aren’t”, Lex teased with a smirk curving her lips.

You rolled your eyes, “I’m going to make myself a coffee, you guys better be working when I get back”, you stood up, grabbing your empty coffee cup. Caffeine would definitely make you feel better.

“Whatever bitch”.

“Love you too”, you grinned and brushed past them both, purposely messing up Lex’s hair.

“Don’t forget to make us one too!”, Dallas shouted through to you.

“I will- I will!”, you swept into the kitchen and grabbed another two mugs from the cupboard.

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Filling the kettle with water, you yawned again when you flicked it on. You rested your hip against the kitchen worktop as you listened to the water boiling. The whistling sound ringing through your mind. You’d set all three cups up ready to be filled. The strong scent of coffee wafting through the air.

You closed your eyes briefly, letting yourself relax. You figured you had another three hours worth of work. Which made you want to cry in happiness and frustration.

The kettle screeched loudly as it neared boiling point. You felt a warm flush wash over you, almost as though someone was standing behind you. Pressing you into the counter.

Feather light touches stroked up your arms, making your skin goose pimple. You wanted to sink into the feeling. So soft and gentle. You tipped your head back, eyes still closed. What was going on?

A gasp left your mouth, as you felt what replicated lips, pressing against the sensitive spot behind your ear. Your eyes shot open and you turned around rapidly.

No one was there.

What the fuck.

You glanced to the left. The window was closed, the Venetian blinds shut so no one could peer in. It couldn’t have been a breeze. Moving forwards, you walked up to the window and pried the blinds apart, looking out into the black night. The street lights illuminated the street barely.

Why did you feel like someone was still watching you?

“Y/N?”, Dallas’ voice made you jump and you let out a high pitch squeak.

“Sorry- didn’t mean to startle you”, she giggled and rested against the door frame, “You were taking ages and I wondered what you were doing”.

“Oh - sorry!”, you mumbled and rushed over to the kettle, pouring the steaming water into the cups quickly, “I-I was just daydreaming”.

“About the hunky Hood?”, she grinned cheekily.

“You’re an idiot”.

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It’d been a rough few weeks with study groups running into the late hours of the morning. Not to mention the sleep you had been getting was…disturbed. The nightmares had become more frequent and increasingly vivid. Almost as though it was…dare you say it…real.

Leaning back on your chair, you stretched your arms above your head, hearing your back and neck click in several places it probably shouldn’t. You hummed under your breath and cast your eyes back up to your professor, desperately trying to concentrate on the lecture you knew you’d be quizzed on shortly.

Dr. Wilson, he’d been talking for 15 minutes straight about the strange phenomenon of phantom limbs. The deep, husky lull of his voice rang through your mind and coaxed you into closing your eyes.

You snapped them open and bolted upright in the chair, forcing yourself into perfect posture. He’d be issuing the exam any moment. You rubbed your eyes and yawned.

Stay awake. Must stay awake. You repeated over and over. Letting the words seep into your frayed mind, hoping somehow it would make a difference.

The quiz paper landed on your desk, Slade’s dark voice fading into the distance. Your eyes traced over the questions. Relief washed through you as the confidence grew. You knew this.

Starting to scrawl down your answers to the first few questions, the words began to waver and you frowned. Rubbing your eyes you glared at the words, trying to understand what they were saying.

Question 6 - Name the first 5 victims of The Hood.

What the…

You frowned. What kind of quiz was this? Was Dr. Wilson playing some kind of sick joke? You skipped the question, looking at the next one.

Question 7 - What did The Hood leave at every crime scene?

This was definitely some sort of prank. Maybe Dallas had given you a false paper. She had been the one to delve into all this Hood lore. Nonsense. You looked up and noticed everyone around you was silent, scribbling away. Like you should be.

You swallowed and looked back at your paper. Everything from the paper had gone missing. Only one question was printed on the paper.

QUESTION - What does The Hood want to do with Y/N?

The pen fell from your hand at the question and you couldn’t stop the gasp that left your lips. Your skin prickled and you felt an icy chill flood over your skin. The classroom around you started to decay and grow darker.

You looked up towards the front of the class. Instead of Dr. Wilson you saw a much younger man. Messy, jet black hair flopping into stormy blue eyes. He was propped up against an oak desk, a pristine black shirt stretched across his chest.

The Hood…Jason Todd.

He winked, a cheeky smirk curving his lips, “Don’t worry princess, you’ve still got 5 minutes to answer that question…take your time - I wouldn’t want you to miss any…detail”.

Pushing back, your chair scraped across the floor making a dreadful screeching sound that bounced off the walls. You stood up and looked around desperately for an exit. You could feel the blood pumping through your veins, the sound pounding in your ears.

Jason moved off the desk gracefully, for a man of his size and stature, “Or we could always go with the oral presentation of the question instead?”. His tongue rolled over the word and his eyes glittered with mischief.

You pushed your chair, letting it clatter against your desk. Panicking, you tried to pinch yourself awake. Wincing as your rouge nails dug into your flesh.

“You think those old tricks will work?”, he let out a bark of laughter, making his way across to you, “You know me better than that sweetheart”.

Stumbling backwards, you looked side to side for an exit. Your fringe stuck to your damp forehead. You needed to get away from him.

He clicked his tongue dismissively and within a split second, he pinned you to the door of the classroom, pressing his hard body into yours, “I didn’t dismiss the class darling, where d’you think you’re going?”.

You wriggled against him, writhing further into his hold, “Please let me go. I-- I didn't do anything to you”, your voice whimpered.

“Didn't do anything?”, he scoffed, letting his calloused hands drag over your body, “You've been teasing me this whole time, sweetheart”.

You shivered under his touches, feeling yourself heat at his rough caress. His thumbs danced dangerously close to the hem of your skirt and you flinched.

“Please!!”, you tried to push him off you but Jason was a solid wall of muscle, barely budging an inch.

Jason chuckled, “You want this too”, he turned his palm, starting to slide it up your inner leg.

You didn’t want to admit the way his hands sparked hot desire rippling across your skin. Something no one else had made you feel before. Your skin flushed and you looked up into his icy eyes, wondering what part of his soul was left behind them. If anything.

“C'mon sweetheart, no need to be shy. We both know you’ve been dreaming of me…why do you think I’m here?”, he teased, his breath warm as it fanned down your neck.

You tried to push him but this time he retaliated, slamming his free palm into the wall behind you. The vibration ricocheted in your chest. Jason dipped his head into the junction of your neck and inhaled deeply, absorbing the strong scent of your perfume.

“Fuck”, he growled and his lips ghosted along your supple flesh, “Your perfume drives me fucking crazy”.

Trapped against the solid wood of the door and Jason’s bulk, you struggled again, feeling a flare of anger burst through you. How dare he touch you. Be so intimate with you. What gave him the right?!

“F-fuck you”.

Your outburst made him laugh, “Oh trust me sweetheart, I intend to”. He gripped your inner thigh hard, causing a palm shaped bruise to imprint on your skin, almost burning through your flesh. You flung your head back, feeling it crack against the wood as the pain scorched your insides.

“You look so pretty, all marked up for me”, Jason smirked, his eyes flashing black. You bit down onto your bottom lip, white hot pain flashing through you. The metallic tang of your blood coated your mouth.

He leaned down into your space and pressed his hot lips to yours, savouring the taste of you. His husky groan stained your lips. When he pulled back, he winked, “See you real soon sweetheart”.

He smashed your head back against the door but instead of pain you bolted upright in your classroom chair. You gasped loudly, causing everyone to look at you, brows furrowed. You passed it off as a cough, smacking your chest for good measure. It seemed to pacify them.

Your friend Dallas, gave you a knowing look and scrunched her nose, “You can’t sleep in Wilson’s lectures…if he finds out, you know he’ll kick you out”.

Trying to get your breathing back under control, you reached across the small divide and squeezed her hand tightly. Warmth. She was real. You felt her grip back tighter, her face washed with worry.

“What the- Y/N are you ok?”.

“I'm-- I'm fine…sorry- I didn’t mean to scare you”, you pulled your hand back suddenly and used it to tuck a strand of hair back. You felt the inside of your thigh throbbing with pain. You didn’t need to look to know Hood’s handprint would be blossoming there.

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Stumbling through your bedroom door, you giggled quietly as you closed it. Pressing your weight against it. You put your finger to your lips to shush yourself and giggled more, the girlish laughter spilling from your tacky lips. Your lip-gloss was smeared, the peach flavour mingling with the bittersweet taste of vodka.

The sorority party had been excellent. Just what you needed after a long, stressful week. You’d spent the entire night laughing, dancing and playing drinking games with your friends.

Someone had even invited the football team. You had to admit, one of the team in particular had caught your eye. The tall, cocky left back, Roy Harper. He’d certainly taken a liking to you too. His thick biceps finding their way around your frame. Tugging you closer whenever the opportunity arose. Whispering in your ear, letting his breath fan down your neck, making you tingle in all the right places. His fiery auburn hair caught the cheap neon fairy lights in the dorm house, making him just that more handsome.

You hummed as you teetered across to your bed, tripping over a pair of your knee high boots. You cursed but chuckled. You’d never been one for keeping things neat and tidy. You made a mental note to move those when you woke up in the morning.

Flopping down onto your bed, you let out a loud sigh of happiness, sinking into the numerous pillows and blankets. You melded into them. Feeling like you were resting on a fluffy marshmallow. You closed your eyes to stop the room from spinning. It didn’t help. How much did you drink again? Maybe it was the shots. It was definitely that. Roy had insisted on tequila. Nothing good happens after tequila.

You tugged one of the blankets up and around your body, letting yourself drift away into an easy sleep. Something you hadn’t had for a while now. The alcohol helped, numbing your senses.

You felt the world melt away around you as you drifted from reality to dream. Colours swirling around you. Music dull in the distance. It faded slowly, ebbing into nothing.

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Plush silk danced up the inside of your thigh. Wet heat left in its wake. You stirred and a kittenish moan left your lips. Leaning more into the inviting touch, you felt the scratch of stubble rubbing along your skin. Lighting up your nerves as it went.

“Mm…”, you shivered and let your legs fall apart. You swore you heard a smug chuckle, but it was so faint you weren’t sure.

A brush of air blew across your body. Completely bare. Your mind fragmented a little. You didn’t remember taking any of your clothes off when you came back.

Another searing touch pressed to the junction of your legs, pausing all thought. You gasped and arched your back. It felt so good but it was so far away from where you needed it. You whimpered, circling your hips.

Chapped lips and sharp teeth dragged over your skin, nipping perfectly making you quiver. Your hands flew south, tangling in soft curls. They felt wonderful threaded between your delicate fingers.

Teasingly, the lips pressed a tender kiss to your clit before pulling away completely. You mewled, aching for more.

“Ple-oh!”, the surprised sob cracked from your throat as the hot, wet tongue swept through your folds. Flicking over your sensitive bud each time. Your fingers knotted in the hair, pulling hard. The euphoria prickled through your nerves, making you hazy.

Jason looked up at you, admiring the way your body writhed with pleasure. He grinned and delved back into your pussy, wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking it. A mangled bunch of syllables dropped like nectar from your lips. It was a torn up version of his name he imagined.

Rough fingers parted your sopping folds, before pushing in deep. He groaned into your core as your tight walls fluttered around his digits. Fuck, if you felt this good around his fingers, how would you feel stretching around his thick cock?

Your hips ground down onto him, moaning louder with each thrust. He smirked. Jason had always wondered how you’d sound and look as you came apart.

“Oh! Roy!”, you gasped and flung your head back into the pillows. Your orgasm brimming.

Jason stopped suddenly. The name that you cried felt like a venomous sting. He scowled and tried to pull away.

“No!”, you pleaded in a beautiful saccharine voice, “Please-please don’t stop…please!”. Your fingers wound into his locks, trying to pull him back to your pussy. Desperate to cum.

He started kissing back up your inner thighs. Who was he to refuse you, when you sounded so perfect begging. He’d make you realise exactly who it was who made you feel this good.

You sighed happily when you felt the kisses building back up. The coil in your stomach tightened again deliciously. You sank into the touches and carded your fingers through the silken hair, moaning quietly.

Jason grinned and quietly whispered against you, “That’s it baby, let me make you feel good”.

You froze, the ice bitter in your veins when you realised who it was between your thighs. That dark, husky voice with a little bite to it. The Bowery accent, thick with lust. Jason…

He nipped your flesh playfully and held down your hips with his strong forearm, preventing you from wriggling away. You were pinned and about to take his sweet torture. Exquisite. You shivered as his breath brushed over your pussy, the heat making your insides dance. God he made you feel good, “…P-please…”, you murmured, your voice barely audible. The alcohol gave you false confidence. You wanted him to tip you over the edge. You needed it so badly, your core throbbing with desire.

Jason grunted and mouthed over your pussy, savouring your slick, “You taste amazing”.

You shook, the tremors travelling over your flesh, preening from sensitivity.

“I’ll make you feel ten times what that chump would”, the possessive flare of his tone sent shivers up your spine. Hidden with the unspoken promise of giving you euphoria.

He swiped his tongue over your clit and growled darkly, feeling your pulse racing. You gave in to the overwhelming senses, drowning in the foaming pit of pleasure. You cried his name. Jason. Jason. Your voice sounded like a heavenly prayer to him. His dark angel.

“Oh! Oh! Fuck!”, you purred digging your nails into his scalp as his skilful tongue worked you over the edge. Vision blurred as your climax burst behind your eyes.

“Jason…”, your voice was softer now, your orgasm making it light and fluffy. He looked up at you. Your skin was flushed, a light sheen covering it. You were practically glowing, almost floating off the bed. Jason shivered when your fingers traced his sharp jawline. He’d never been touched that way before.

“Jason”, you tried again, feeling yourself falling back into a peaceful slumber.

Jason rose up, sliding up your body, letting you feel that he too was bare. His hard muscles and rippled abs pressed along your supple flesh, making you sigh. His hot, hard cock rested against your inner thigh, pressing into the bruise he’d given you last week.

“Sleep princess”, he muttered, kissing the corner of your plump lips. You could smell your arousal on him, the taste faint as he laid more kisses on you.

“Sleep now…‘cause believe me…”, he dipped down, teasing the head of his shaft between your folds, “…You’re gonna need it”.

Your eyes sprung open and you sat upright on your bed, sweat dripping down your forehead. Your fingers clutched the blanket tightly, holding it protectively against your body. You looked down. You were completely clothed. The same clothes you wore to the party, slightly dishevelled but still on you.

You ran a hand through your hair and tried to control your thoughts. Closing your eyes to try and centre yourself. It was just a dream. Just another weird dream. Wasn’t it? Why did it feel so real if it was just a dream? Why were your panties completely drenched? When you re-opened your eyes, you looked over at your bedside table and felt your stomach drop.

A rotten, wilted, black rose.

Just like what The Hood left at each of his crime scenes.

Fuck.

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One, two, The Hood’s coming for you,

Three, four, better lock your door,

Five, six, grab your crucifix,

Seven, eight, gonna stay up late,

Nine, ten, never sleep again.

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72 hours. Your hand was shaking as you reached into the bathroom cabinet for the Pro-Plus. You couldn’t go back to sleep. No. The Hood had shaken you completely. Terrified you. You had no idea what he would do if you fell back under.

You grabbed the bottle and slammed the cabinet closed, staring at your gaunt face in the mirror. Your eyes were bloodshot, dark bags framing them. Your skin was pale with a layer of sweat covering it. You looked like death but felt even worse. Fuck, you wanted to rest so badly. But you couldn’t.

You unscrewed the cap off the bottle after five attempts. When did something so simple become so difficult? You could do this. Just another few pills until you figured out how to stop The Hood.

BANG.

There was a loud hammering on the bathroom door causing you to drop the bottle into the sink. The tablets disappeared down the plug hole in taunting slow motion.

“Y/N!! What are you doing in there?! Other people need to use the bathroom too you know!!”, your roommate’s voice boomed through the door, laced with irritation.

You sobbed silently as you picked up the bottle realising it was empty. You were completely and utterly fucked. It was 11:30pm. The nearest chemist was at least 45 minutes away. Oh god. You couldn’t drive in this condition. Fuck.

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1:45am. You laid on your bed, every light in your room was on. You just couldn’t fall asleep. Several books were laid open around you. Desperately seeking answers. Something would have answers, surely?

Your laptop was propped on your thighs, the brightness of the screen burning your eyes. All you’d found was a few newspaper articles about Jason's crimes back in the 80’s. The young man, a socialite's son, guilty of murdering eight sorority girls in their rooms in the dead of night, with a serrated blade. All of similar descriptions. A black wilted rose left at every scene. A lock of their hair, cut and taken.

Your eyes flickered over his features. It was definitely the man who’d been haunting your dreams. The media had used a photo from a charity gala. He was handsome in a roguish way, even in the tuxedo. Jet black hair falling into his ice blue eyes. If only he wasn’t a maniac. You sighed deeply and rubbed the heel of your palms into your eyes. Maybe another strong coffee would help.

“Not a bad looking photo, eh princess?”, a husky voice filled your room, “I remember the night that was taken, the old man insisted”.

You froze, a tremor spreading over your skin. You didn’t dare pull your hands away from your eyes. This couldn’t be real. You were awake. Weren’t you?

Your eyes met his across the room and he smirked at you devilishly, resting casually against one of the walls. You pushed your back against the headboard of the bed, laptop crashing onto the floor loudly. You whimpered softly, feeling the tears brimming, the stories of what he did to his victims swarming your mind.

“Stay away!”.

“You sure about that? You certainly weren’t complaining before”, he taunted, licking his tongue across his bottom lip.

Grabbing the crucifix from your bedside table, you clutched it desperately to you. Surely the power of God would help you now?

“Get away from me!!”.

Jason laughed darkly and flicked his wrist letting the crucifix fly from your hands into his. He twirled it around and smirked at it, letting the gold plating shimmer in the low lighting.

“This one is pretty well designed, princess”.

“H-how?!”, you gasped. His skin wasn’t burning at touching the holy item. No smoke. Nothing. It didn’t affect him at all. What was he?!

“Cheap church tricks don’t work on me”, he grinned and threw the cross to the ground. It cracked at the force and he gave you a sinister smile, “Better luck next time”.

“But-but the rhyme!”.

That damned Hood rhyme you’d heard the college kids muttering. Usually into mirrors with candles. Trying to goad the spirit of The Hood. Some said it worked better on Halloween, when the barrier between the living and the dead was most weak.

Jason scoffed, “Child’s play, it means nothing…thought you’d know better than that, princess”.

You felt the panic seeping into your bones, making your stomach curdle and your blood race. You had no idea what to do and it was clear Jason wasn’t going anywhere.

“Stop-please!”.

“We haven’t even started”, Jason’s eyes brimmed with glee. Your fear, a potent perfume lingering in the air. Tantalising his senses. He edged closer.

You shook violently, sobbing and screaming.

“No!! No!! Stop, please!! I’m begging you!!!”.

“Y/N?! Y/N!!”, Lex shook you harder and your eyes opened darting around the room. Jason was gone.

“L-Lex??”.

“Y/N- Fuck. I thought you were being murdered! You were screeching so loud…you woke me up…and the others”, Lex poised herself on the edge of your bed and stroked your cheek. The tingles of her skin on yours made you feel safe.

“Are you ok?”.

“Yeah-yeah”, your voice cracked and you grabbed the cold coffee beside you, taking a large gulp to soothe your drying throat.

She arched an eyebrow, clearly not believing you. Lex went to speak but you cut her off quickly.

“It was just a bad dream…honest. I’m sorry I disturbed you…go back to sleep. I’ll be fine”.

You gave her the biggest, warm smile you could muster. Hoping it’d put her off from asking anymore questions. She seemed satisfied and moved off your bed, heading towards the door.

“Goodnight Y/N”, she murmured, switching off the bright overhead light, closing the door behind her.

Your throat constricted tightly as soon as the lock of the door clicked into place. You saw the red writing etched into the floor length mirror. Maybe it was your scarlet lipstick but you knew better…

“See you soon Princess”.

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The thin, winding trees twisted into the dark skies. Curling viciously towards the red head running through them. Sweating dripped down his spine as he panted heavily. The twigs snapped under his feet as he sprinted, desperately trying to flee whatever it was that was chasing him.

The growl that ripped through the dank, winter air was chilling. It sunk into his bones, making them rattle with fear. The forest was decaying. The rotten smell thick in his nostrils, clinging to his skin.

Roy took a sharp turn and leapt over a low hanging branch, almost falling over his feet as he landed. His heart was racing, adrenaline pumping through his veins. The fear nipped at his periphery.

The carnivorous howl echoed loud into the night and Roy stopped for a second. Fuck. He needed oxygen. But he needed to run. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Resting his hands on his knees, he fought to catch his breath back. Trying to keep as quiet as possible.

Another husky growl carried through the forest. Sounding closer. Roy carded his fingers through his drenched hair and went to set off again but a clawed hand emerged from the floor, gripping his ankle tightly.

“FUCK!”, Roy tried to pull free but it was too strong. The hold of the hand became like iron.

Another hand shot up from the vegetation and wrapped around his other ankle, dragging him down to his knees. That same howl before roared.

Closer. So much closer.

Roy tried to reach for the nearby broken branch, hoping to beat the hands from him so he could run. Anything. Something. As he stretched out towards it, two more hands rose and pinned him to the floor.

He cried out, pulling desperately at his binds. The claws dug into his skin, ripping at the flesh and marring his skin. He winced, biting down on his lip.

The night went silent. Moonlight trickled through the spindly branches, decorating his clammy skin.

Crunch.

Roy turned his head towards the rustling of leaves. Heavy footsteps making the dying foliage crumple. Then he heard it. A dark, sinister bark of laughter followed by a cheerful whistle. Roy frowned.

“Well I must say”, the husky voice rumbled, “You’re not my usual type but…when you so openly touch what’s mine…well, you left me no choice but to visit you”. The Hood emerged from the shadows, eyes jet black and narrowed. He looked over Roy and tutted, almost ashamed of the man pinned to the floor.

What the- oh shit - oh fuck. Roy caught the wink of a blade, twirling in The Hood’s hands. Long, sharp and serrated. Roy visibly gulped and felt himself beginning to tremble.

“Please…I’m sorry-whatever I did- I’m sorry”, he begged.

Jason smirked at Roy, drinking in the paralysing fear rushing through him. It was a bittersweet wine he’d never get tired of.

He bobbed down next to Roy and patted his cheek roughly. What to do with him? Jason turned over every possibility in his mind. Which parts to cut off? Maybe his hands, for daring to touch you. Or his eyes, maybe he could rip them out, for even glancing at you. Roy seemed to sense what Jason was thinking and swallowed nervously.

“Oh don’t worry”, Jason’s voice was full of glee, “I’m just deciding where to start…should I start with the best bits…or the small bits?”. Jason glanced down towards Roy’s groin and smirked, swirling the blade contemplatively.

“Stop!!! Please!!”, Roy sobbed, the tears freely streaming down his face, “I’m sorry!! I don’t even know what I did but I’m sorry!!!”.

Jason’s temper spiked, Roy really had no idea?! Had he forgotten you so easily?! He growled and pressed his knee into Roy’s chest. Enjoying the wheeze of air he let out.

“Y/N!!”, he roared, “You thought you’d get away with touching her so freely?! You think you’re worthy of her?”.

He twisted the blade in his fingers, the metal blinking in the strips of moonlight breaking through the dead trees. Roy struggled more, panic flooding his veins.

“Please!!”, he whimpered, “Please…don’t”.

Jason dragged the tip of the blade over Roy’s cheek, not too deep to cut the flesh but harsh enough to leave an imprint. His eyes swam with mirth, “Tch, I really have no idea what Y/N saw in you…”, he scoffed, “Pathetic…you don’t even put up a fight…”.

“Just let me go…I’m sorry”, Roy squeezed his eyes shut hoping the nightmare would end.

“Well, whatever she did see…that won't be my problem anymore”, Jason laughed darkly and tightened his hold on the base of the blade.

“What the?! NO!! Please- let me go- I don’t- stop!!”, Roy struggled violently, ignoring the sharp digs of pain tearing through his wrists from the clawed hands.

“Oh no, no, no…I'm not gonna let you get away”, Jason’s smile met his eyes and he gripped Roy’s chin roughly, stopping him from squirming more, “We’ve got all night…and I intend to use my time wisely”.

Roy looked up at Jason in fear, his skin pale and cold, “Stop-please…I’ll do anything…anything!!”.

Jason pressed the blade harder into the flesh of Roy’s cheek causing a trickle of blood to run down his face. Pale white skin in dark contrast with the deep red.

Leaning down into Roy’s face, Jason muttered deeply, “She’s mine”.

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One, two, The Hood’s coming for you,

Three, four, better lock your door,

Five, six, grab your crucifix,

Seven, eight, gonna stay up late,

Nine, ten, never sleep again.

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Sitting cross legged on your bed, you turned the bottle of sleeping pills in your fingers. You knew the second you fell asleep, Jason would be waiting for you. You’d managed to get through the week by taking short naps every few hours. Ensuring you’d set yourself an alarm to wake you up if you fell too deeply into sleep.

You’d thought it was some sort of sick joke at first when Roy refused to see you, saying he’d been warned off, quite violently, by the Hood. You’d wanted to slap him, how dare he mock you. But, when he showed you dark bruising on his wrists and the slow healing carvings on his stomach, you felt sick. He was telling the truth.

Who else would Jason hurt to get to you? To make sure you were his. How many others could you let suffer at his hands because you wouldn’t sacrifice yourself to him? Dallas? Lex?

You popped open the lid on the bottle and emptied two pills into your hand. You knew what you had to do. Grabbing your water bottle you slung the pills into your mouth and washed them down with a large gulp of water.

You laid back into your pillows, taking in the scent of the fresh fabric softener you’d used that week. Lilies and bergamot. You hummed and turned into the blankets, letting sleep take over you, throwing you into Hood’s dark world.

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When you emerged, you found yourself in a beautiful mansion. A magnificent crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, the lights refracting onto the walls. You could hear the crackling of a fire in the living room. Turning, you saw the flames dancing in the hearth. Their amber glow mesmerising, the heat pouring from it, making the room warm and cosy.

“It’s beautiful here isn’t it?”, his voice caught you off guard as it ghosted down your neck.

You gasped and spun around. He was resting causally in the armchair by the fire, a leather bound book perched between his fingers.

“W-Where are we?”, you murmured.

He snapped the book shut and placed it on the coffee table before making his way across to you, “My home…before I became The Hood. I used to live in a big mansion on a hill…”.

You swallowed and stared at him. His blue eyes were softer, his dark hair framing them perfectly. He gave you a warm smile and edged closer to you. The strong scent of his aftershave coiling around your body.

“I’m glad you finally joined me here”.

“What do you want from me?”.

“It's simple, sweetheart”, he cornered you against the wall of the hallway carefully and tilted your chin with his calloused fingers, “I want you”.

“W-Why? Why am I so special?”, your voice shook with a mixture of fear and a hint of desire. No man had ever shown such a powerful interest in you. It sickened and electrified you at the same time. The contrast of emotions confused you.

Jason ghosted his lips over yours. The taste of scotch lingering there. He smiled when he felt your pulse speed up. He had the same effect on you, as you did him. It made his heart swell. You really were the one.

You gasped softly, remembering how his lips felt when he kissed up the inside of your thighs. How delicate they were. It muddled your mind that you craved that again. Him. He was dangerous. Dark. Enticing.

“What makes me different from those other girls you-you…slaughtered”, the words felt toxic as they slipped from your lips. Would he do the same to you? Was this his trap all along?

“You're perfect”, Jason pressed himself into you, letting you feel every inch of his solid frame. His ego flared when you shivered, your hand resting on his waist, “You’re what I’ve always been looking for…the one”.

You purred when he pressed a light kiss to your neck. Jason hummed huskily when he took in the scent of your body lotion. He could wrap himself within you forever. If you’d let him.

“I’ll stop- I promise…for you”, he whispered, nipping your earlobe.

“Y-You won't hurt anyone else?”, you let your hands work up his back, the black cotton of his shirt was so soft under your fingertips. The muscles of his back flexed at your touch.

“Not unless I need to…to keep you”.

“So…if I stay with you, you won't hurt anyone anymore?”, you clarified, finally letting your fingers weave into the hair at the back of his head.

Jason pulled away from your neck and stared down at you, eyes glimmering with the flames of the fire, “What are you saying, darling?”, he leaned closer towards your face, hot breath fanning over your lips.

“I’ll stay….here…with you”, you whimpered softly when his fingers dug into your hips possessively.

“That's what I wanted to hear…that’s what I’ve always wanted to hear”, he grinned and crashed his lips into yours with a dominance you’d never felt. You purred quietly into his mouth and the sound made him growl with desire.

Your fingers threaded further into his hair, tugging experimentally. He made a pleased sound and ground himself into you, letting you feel the outline of him. His hands gripped your hips, lifting you up. Your legs wrapping around his waist.

You felt yourself crashing backwards into a void. You panicked, until your back hit a satin covered bed. Jason smirked, working his kisses down your exposed neck.

“I’ve got you…don’t worry, darling”, he grinned, his calloused palm kneading up your bare thighs.

Bare. You were suddenly completely bare. As was Jason.

You gasped. The cool satin rubbed perfectly against your skin, as Jason’s heated body slid down yours. With every kiss he laid to you, his teeth followed. Nipping you. Leaving tiny marks all over your body.

You whined and arched further into him, falling helplessly into the flaming pit of desire. Jason let his tongue flick over each of your nipples before tugging them between his teeth. Groaning when you sucked in a sharp gasp of air.

“You sound so beautiful, baby…all for me”, his tongue stroked down your stomach. Dipping briefly into your navel before continuing further.

Without thinking, your legs fell further apart, inviting Jason without saying anything. He smirked against the flesh of your inner thigh, fingers drawing shapes.

“You want me to make you feel good?”.

“Y-Yes” you murmured, skin preening for his touch. Your nerves were alight, Jason knowing exactly how and where you needed him most.

“Yes what?”, he teased, blowing hot air over your sensitive clit.

You mewled and tossed your hair back into the cushions, “Please Jason…please”.

“That’s better”, he mused before curling his tongue through your folds, groaning deeply as he tasted your slick.

Soft moans of pleasure escaped your swollen lips, hips rolling to meet each stroke of his tongue. He allowed you to chase your high, desperately wanting to give you everything and more, your nails digging into his scalp.

“That’s it princess”, he murmured, “Only I can make you feel this good”.

He latched his lips around your clit and sucked it, letting his tongue flick over it rapidly. Your body went rigid with pleasure, crying his name loudly. Scorching bolts of euphoria shot through your veins.

“Jay! Oh! Jay!!”, you sobbed as the feeling burst and you shattered into an immensely powerful orgasm.

His smug smile pressed into your core and his palms groped up the insides of your thighs. Rough enough to bruise but not too much it’d hurt beyond pleasure.

Tearing himself away from your core, Jason looked up at you with half lidded eyes, bubbling thick with unspoken lust. You were a picture. One he’d burn forever into his memory. Body shaking with the bliss he’d just bestowed upon you. He knew he’d never get tired of this. You were his. The one.

Sliding back up your body, he let you feel the full length of him. His hard, defined muscles pressing into you. His throbbing length rested against your thigh, the tip damp with pearls of precum.

“You’re perfect”, he whispered against your lips, pecking them lightly. Your purr of delight made his spine tingle.

Your legs coiled around his waist, trying to pull him into you. Not wanting to wait anymore. His darkness drew you further in. Your appetite not sated in the slightest.

He scraped his teeth down the junction of your neck, kissing and leaving a plethora of marks. You looked so beautiful wearing his bruises.

“Jason…”, you pleaded, squeezing your legs around his middle, “Please…”.

He had another idea. A better idea. Jason wanted you to see how perfect you were in his arms. How you belonged together. He wanted you to know how special you really were to him. Sure, he was The Hood, but for you, for you he’d be Jason. Jason Todd.

“Turn over beautiful”, he pulled back slowly, “On your knees and face the mirror”.

Shaking, you moved onto your hands and knees. The satin felt so wonderful under your palms. Soothing the burn that was flickering all over you. You felt Jason move behind you, his fingers digging into your hips.

“Watch”, he growled. The deep timber of his voice clawed up your spine and made you shudder. There was that darkness within him. Your eyes met his in the full length mirror, they were blown wide with pure lust as he greedily took in your naked form.

“I want you to watch”, he grunted, letting his cock stroke between your soaked folds, bumping your clit, “I want you to watch yourself fall apart as I fuck you”.

You whimpered and nodded, not taking your eyes from the mirror. His muscles rippled in the candlelight, basked him in an ethereal glow. He smirked as he inched himself inside your tight pussy. Your walls spasmed and stretched around his thick girth.

“Oh!”, you almost closed your eyes but you stopped yourself just in time, watching the pleasure curl across his face and onto yours.

“Fuck…you feel so good princess”, he groaned and snapped his hips into yours harshly, forcing you take the full length of his shaft in one. You cried out, fisting your hands into the bed sheets below you.

He drove his cock into you harder, panting with every stroke as you moaned with him. The show reflecting in the mirror made you wetter. You bit down hard onto your bottom lip as the tip of Jason’s cock brushed against your g-spot. The overwhelming flood of bliss consumed you and your head dipped as you sobbed his name.

“Look at us”, he tilted your head back up, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror, “Look how perfect we look together”, he grinned and kissed behind your ear before rutting faster, snaking his free hand round to rub slow circles into your sensitive clit.

You cried out, singing his name, your toes curling with pleasure. You were close. Orgasm just in reach but not close enough. Jason was toying with you before he gave you it. Wanted you to know exactly who you belonged to now.

Jason growled darkly, thrusting into your pussy harder as your walls started to contract around him. His voice was deeper, dripping with lust, “Fuck- you feel perfect princess…so fucking good wrapped around my cock”.

“Jay”, you whined and with that he gripped your hair pulling it back sharply. He dragged your body upwards, letting your damp back press to his chest. You could feel his heart hammering. He must be close too. His other palm groped greedily up your body, palming your breasts. Teasing your pebbled nipples.

“Please Jason”, you begged airily, “I’m so close”.

“You're so perfect for me”, he muttered, thrusting harder into you, “And all mine”. He sunk his teeth into your neck, hard enough to bruise. You tried to scream but the pleasure erupted through your veins, white hot and fast. You shuddered violently as you hit your climax.

His brutal pace began to falter, as his cock throbbed inside your core. He groaned loudly and with a few more thrusts emptied himself inside you. Ribbons of hot white cum painted your pussy.

You whined happily and turned your face to press into his, laying soft kittenish kisses along his jaw. He shivered, the aftershocks of both your orgasms shuddering through him. His fingers pressed into your lower stomach, as he finally met your lips. Devouring them with a feverish kiss.

When he pulled away, he looked over your body in the mirror. You were beautiful before, but now covered in his markings, you were truly a vision.

Your eyes shimmered, watching him. Waiting to see what he would do next. He simply smiled and dragged his nose along yours.

“All mine”.

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Lex looked at her watch impatiently then put her hand on your door before looking back at Dallas. She shrugged, pushing Lex gently, “Don’t look at me like that, it’s been nearly 24 hours…we need to make sure she’s alright, she’d do the same for us”.

Lex nodded, “True…I just keep thinking about those campus murders…”.

“Don’t!”, Dallas warned, “That's not what’s happened”.

“Sorry…This just isn’t like her”, Lex muttered. She felt slightly guilty about picking your door lock. But, no one had heard anything from you for the last 24 hours and well…that just wasn’t like you. You’d always send a text even if you were unwell. Something.

Opening the door softly, both Lex and Dallas called out your name. Waiting for you to reply. They were met by an eerie silence. Your room was pristine. The scent of your vanilla candle still lingered in the air. But you were nowhere to be seen.

“Y/N?”, Lex called, worry laced her voice. She headed towards your bathroom but stopped when Dallas spoke.

“Lex…look…”, Dallas whispered and pointed to your bedside table. There laid a beautiful rose.

Deep red and in full bloom.

And you…you were gone...

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One, two, The Hood’s coming for you,

Three, four, better lock your door,

Five, six, grab your crucifix,

Seven, eight, gonna stay up late,

Nine, ten, never sleep again.

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In Need of a Breath

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 4007

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, Zemo, Feelings, Another PTSD Flashback

A/N: So…Part 4 is going to have a couple parts to it. Maybe even three. I didn’t even make it half way through the episode on this one, mainly because I really wanted to fit in the Reader’s backstory and I wanted her and Sam to have a heart-to-heart again. I’m suuuuper tired, so I probably won’t be posting the next part for another few hours (it’s 5 am right now and I haven’t slept), BUT it’s my day off work and I won’t be doing anything I planned because my grandmother had a stroke a couple days ago so plans have changed and I’m staying in to help her, meaning I’ll mostly be writing all day.

This Part is kind of a mix between off-screen and shot-by-shots, but it’s mostly off screen/what’s going on inside Reader’s head.

I’m really excited about future parts and the characters that are being introduced! I will say that after these parts, I will be doing one shots of previous MCU movies with the Reader, due to the information that is being given about the Reader now. You kind of see more of how she was affected/how she affected the previous MCU movies and what she was doing during that time.

Like always, this hasn’t been beta’d, again it’s SUPER early in the morning, and I’m really tired, so please excuse any mistakes! I hope you guys enjoy this part! Stay tuned for more to come later today!

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“You know…I’m really starting to regret saying yes to this.” You huffed out, craning your neck and squinting your eyes against the sun as you stare at the facility in front of you, hating the skin-crawling feeling of being back.

“Would you relax? Whenever you’re nervous, I get nervous, and I don’t wanna be nervous about this.” Sam shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

“Do either of you have a better plan?” Bucky grumbled, crossing his arms.

Gnawing on your lips, you finally take the lead and breathe out, “alright. Let’s go then.” You could feel the hesitance from your - what were they? Partners? Coworkers? Teammates? - the fellas before they started after you.

There was a sick twist in your gut as you entered the building, going through the lobby and security.

You had been there.

You had been there when Zemo impersonated Bucky. You had been there when Zemo unleashed the Winter Soldier at the Joint Counter Terrorist Centre Building in Berlin. You had been there during the battle at the airport. You had been there when Zemo turned Tony and Steve against each other in Siberia. You had been there when Zemo tore the Avengers from the inside out. Your family. The only family you’d ever known.

But you’d always been good about pushing your personal feelings aside for the sake of the mission. It’s what you’d been born to do. All you ever knew.

“Hey. Doll. You hear me?”

“Hmm. What?” You looked up from the ground to look into those enchanting blue oceans Bucky had for eyes, staring worriedly down at you, eyebrows pinched and forehead creased.

“I’m going in alone.” You frowned, opening your mouth to argue, but he shook his head. “Sam already agreed-”

“I didn’t necessarily agree-”

“You’re an Avenger, sweetheart.” Bucky tilted his head, speaking softly, those eyes of his worried. Worried for you. It made your stomach flip. “And you were there in Siberia, and that almost makes it worse. Especially considering you went after him. Just…just let me do this, okay?”

You cracked your knuckles nervously as you thought. It was a terrible idea. But it was an idea. And it was all they had. “Okay.” You finally relented, shrugging as your hands hit your thighs and slid up to your hips. “But don’t do anything stupid.”

“Steve took all that with him.”

Knowing about their little inside joke, you scoffed. “Sure he did. Go before I change my mind.”

You watched him walk down the hallway, hands fidgeting with excess nerves. “I think you’re the only one he actually seeks approval from.”

“Good thing I’m so lenient then, huh?” You joked, turning to Sam with a strained smile. Your smile slipped at the curious expression on Sam’s face, his eyes darting to each of your features. “What?”

“Are you doing okay?”

You groaned, throwing your head back. You thought you got out of talking about your feelings back in Baltimore. “Oh my God, Sam-”

“I’m serious. You…you just don’t seem like yourself.”

You shook your head, looking down the hall to where Bucky disappeared before turning back to him. It was weird to have a self that people recognized. Your whole life you’d been searching for it and when you finally found it…everything went to shit. “Honestly, Sammy, the only time I’ve ever felt like myself was with the team. Zemo took that away from me and now we’re here, practically begging him for help.”

Sam hummed, leaning against the wall. “Have you thought of taking a break?”

“What?”

“A break.” At your bewildered look, he rolled his eyes. “Cher, this time last year most of us were dead. This time a few months ago you found out about Wanda. This time last week you were out looking for her. Maybe you should just stop and take a breather.”

Shoving your hands in your pocket and looking at the floor, you couldn’t help but snort at his advice. “I haven’t taken a breather since I was eighteen.”

He clicked his tongue. “That’s my point. FBI academy as soon as you graduated. SHIELD recruit by 21, undercover operations leader by 24? Slow down. You’re in your thirties. Next thing you know, you’re gonna be ninety something, lying on your deathbed, wishing you had stopped to smell the roses.”

“If I live to be ninety, shoot me.” He chuckled in amusement. “I’m so fucking serious, Sam. I will not be put in an old folks home to play Bingo and be pushed around in a wheelchair. It ain’t happening.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” There was that infectious smile, which you unconsciously grinned back at. “Y/N…I’m serious. You’ve been in and out of missions since you were a teenager. What’s the shortest undercover operation you’ve done?”

“I dunno.”

He gave you an unimpressed look. “Yeah you do.”

Licking your lips, you turned away and shrugged. “A couple months. Seven weeks and three days, to be precise. September to October in 2012.”

“And the longest?”

“August 2007 to May 2009. Twenty one months.”

Letting out a puff of air through his nose, Sam pushed himself off the wall and caught your chin between his fingers to make you look at him. “That’s nearly two years under cover. And I’m sure you went right back under after-”

“I was sitting at a desk for four months doing paperwork on it.” You defended yourself.

He shook his head, brows knitting together, lips drawn down. “You say that as if four months is enough time.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore, Sammy. I’m out. I’ve been out since Ultron and Sokovia. I haven’t been under in almost a decade-”

“A decade half the world was dead for half of-”

“I wasn’t!”

“I never said you were.” Sam sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. You were always amazed at his ability to keep his emotions in check. To stay cool under pressure. Sometimes you forgot how experienced he was with dealing with other people’s trauma. It was no wonder why Steve thought he’d be good for Bucky. “Listen. All I’m saying is once this is done…don’t go diving back into searching for Wanda. Don’t go running to the kid every time he calls - and I know you’ve been doing that-”

“It’s just been homework and stuff-”

“Y/N.” You stopped, biting your lip at the stern look he gave you. “Go home. Order take out. Binge watch TV. Go for a jog through the park. Actually meet your neighbors. Go grocery shopping. Just…live. If only for a couple weeks. Don’t worry about anyone else. Don’t pick up the phone, don’t drop everything because someone needs you. You need you.”

“I-I…” You shook your head, looking at him, sincerely apologetic. “I can’t. I wish I could. But I can’t. I’ve never had one normal day in my life. I’ve never had someone to care for, never had someone to care for me. I can’t let people I’ve come to…I can’t let them think I don’t care. I don’t even know where I’d go.”

“Whaddya mean?”

You winced, not thrilled for his reaction to your next statement. “I, uh, I sold my apartment in D.C.”

He gaped at you in complete disbelief. “You got it in December!”

“I know, I know. I liked it. I really did, but…I dunno. Nomadic life has always suited me better. It’s what I grew up with.”

He took a breath, making you cringe again. You don’t think you’ve ever legitimately gotten on his nerves like this before. “Have you ever thought that, instead of going with the flow and jumping place to place, putting down roots might actually help?” He cut you off before you could say anything, holding up a finger to stop you from talking. “I can’t imagine going from foster home to foster home like you did. I can’t imagine not having a home for as long as you can remember. Louisiana’s my home. Always has, always will be. But I understand your life has been anything but stable. And maybe, just maybe, that’s why you need some stability.”

You clenched your jaw, crossing your arms. “The Avengers were my stability. Steve was my stability.”

“Because you loved him.”

“I’m not doing this with you again.” You turned to walk down to the lobby to wait for Bucky there, but Sam caught your arm.

“You were in love with him! It’s okay! You two were super close! No one would blame you! Why won’t you just admit it? I’m trying to understand! Why won’t you-”

You tugged your arm away, finally snapping at him. “Because he could never be mine, Wilson! Is that what you wanna hear?!” Sam took a step back at your exclamation. You closed your eyes, swallowing the lump in your throat and pushing down the tears. “He could preach all he wanted about moving forwards, Sammy, but we all knew he was stuck in the past. He visited the museum every Thursday because her interview showed in his exhibit on Thursdays. He carried around that broken compass because her picture was in it.” You looked back up at him sadly, shrugging. “And I get it; it’s hard to move past your first love. I get it because…that’s what he was to me.”

There was a silence that blanketed the hallway, before he spoke up hesitantly. “What about Bucky?”

“I thought - I thought I was projecting my feelings for Steve onto him because I knew Steve couldn’t ever…”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “You thought? What do you think now?”

You cleared your throat. “I’m still figuring that one out.”

“If you ever need to talk, I’ll be here.”

You chuckled, nodding slightly towards him. “Back atcha. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you not being yourself lately, either.”

“It’s…a tough topic.”

You nodded in understanding. “Just know that I’ll support every decision you make as long as you think it’s the right one. Because I trust you. Steve trusted you. It’s all we can do to try to do what’s right. That’s what makes you a good man, Sammy. He gave you that shield for a reason, and if you think what you did was right…I’ll stand by it.”

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, calming down in each other’s presences and taking comfort knowing you’d be there for each other through thick and thin. “Thank you, cher.”

“Of course, Sammy. Now let’s go see what’s taking the old grump so long.”

He laughed at that, nodding in agreement, taking your offered hand and squeezing it as you made your way down the hall.

****************

“What?”

Bucky eyed you as you spluttered, coughing on the water you were drinking. “Please don’t choke, doll.”

“Break him out of jail?!” You repeated his words and blinked at him, absolutely baffled by his plan. “Oh my God.” You groaned as Bucky and Sam started arguing, moving your flashlight around the room. “Where the hell are we?” There was no response as they kept going back and forth.

“Zemo’s gonna mess with our minds! Especially yours! No offense.”

“Heelllloooo!” You tried again. “Where the hell are we?!”

Bucky turned on the lights, giving Sam a look. “Offense.” Glancing at you he quirked an eyebrow. “Stop worrying your pretty lil’ head, sweetheart. You trust me, dontcha?” Your breath hitched at his words. You quickly recovered, huffing and pouting - although you’d deny ever pouting - and crossing your arms. You stood between the guys like that, eyes darting to whoever was speaking, waiting for them to stop so you could actually think.

“Look. Let me just walk you through a hypothetical. Can I walk you through a hypothetical?”

You and Sam exchanged glances. “What did you do?”

“I…didn’t do…anything.” Bucky shrugged.

“How is it that you, one of the most deadliest assassins basically ever, are one of the worst liars I know.” You tilted your head at him, an eyebrow quirking up in confusion.

“Shush it you. Just, okay. The weakest point in any system isn’t the software, the hardware, it’s the meatware. The human element.”

The more you listened to Bucky’s “hypothetical”, the stronger the gut feeling telling you this was a terrible terrible idea got. You brought your hands up to your head, eyes wide as he spoke.

“I don’t like how casual you’re bein’ about this. This is unnatural.”

You couldn’t help but agree with Sam’s words, your head falling back and your eyes closing. “Sweet Jesus. Listen, God, I know we don’t talk much these days, but please, please don’t let this not be a hypothetical. I’m fucking begging you.”

A noise to your right made your head snap over. “Oh hell to the fucking no!” You shook your head as Zemo himself walked in, wearing a prison guards uniform. “Uh-uh! No way! Bucky, this was not part of the plan!”

“What did you do?!”

“We need him!”

“You’re going back to prison.”

“If I may-”

All three of you faced him, simultaneously shouting, “no!”

You held your face in your hands as your head dropped, shaking back and forth, your eyes squeezing shut, tuning them out for just a minute to think. Bucky had a point. The enemy of my enemy is my friend and all that, and the Avengers were technically disbanded, which was Zemo’s whole objective in the first place, but…God. You were good at compartmentalizing, but not that much. You were willing to put your feelings aside for the mission so Bucky could talk to him. Not for you to work with him. But he had connections, you knew he did, and he had information…

“Doll?” You looked up, Bucky anxiously licking his lips as he met your gaze. “I need you to say something.”

You looked to Sam, who shrugged, gesturing to Zemo. “What do you think?”

What did you think? What did you think?! You thought that it was the worst idea in the history of ideas and you should turn back and find another way! But…you knew this was the fastest, probably most reliable way to get information that you needed.

Dammit, since when were you the deciding factor?

You sucked in a breath, looking over Sam’s shoulder at Zemo, who lifted his hand in greeting. You raised your eyes to the ceiling, pointing your finger accusingly. “This is why we stopped talking.” Gaze dropping to the still waiting fellas, you gnawed on your lip, before hissing out, “ffffine…” Running a hand through your hair, you threw your hands up as you shrugged. “Fine. Okay. Fine.”

“Okay.” Sam nodded, taking charge again.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. Except, that was a lie. You could. You’d seen weirder. You’d experienced the impossible. Lived through the unbelievable. This…this was completely imaginable.

Which is why, with a lot of hesitation and very little confidence in this plan, you followed Zemo through the auto shop you were in until you reached a large room with a ton of different old cars.

Bucky’s hand found yours as Zemo explained what the plan was, rather vaguely, in your opinion, but at least he was explaining. Point for him. Not that it would make up for the level of distrust you held for him, but it was something.

You looked up at him, giving him a puzzling frown. He usually only grabbed your hand in front of other people when he was feeling anxious. Which, yeah, he had a right to be anxious right now, but it wasn’t the right kind. The type of anxiety caused by large crowds and loud noises, ones that startled him and threw him into a defensive mode.

But the look on his face made you squeeze his hand in reassurance. He was pouting, staring at you although he did something wrong - a puppy that tore up a pillow - and all you wanted to do was give him a hug.

“You’re mad at me.” He mumbled as the four of you headed out with Zemo in the lead.

“No I’m not.”

“Yeah you are.

“Bucky, I’m not mad.”

“Listen, if I had a better idea I wouldn’t-”

You brought your linked hands up to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss to his gloved knuckles. “I’m not mad.” You repeated more firmly. “It’s just…a lot for me, right now.”

“Why? What’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on, Buck, I-I just…” You thought about your and Sam’s earlier conversation and suddenly understood what he meant. “I need to breathe for a second.”

His features twisted into ones of uncertainty, eyes squinting as you stepped outside. “Do you…do you wanna leave?”

You shook your head, tugging his arm to stop him and grabbing the sunglasses on his collar, slipping them over his eyes. “No. I just need some time to think. Hopefully the plane ride to wherever the hell we’re going will give me that.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, James. I’m sure.”

He lowered the glasses on his nose to scan you over the frames, before nodding and sliding them back up. “Okay. You ready for this, then?”

“No.” You breathed, turning back to where Zemo and Sam were still walking. “Let’s do this.”

*****************

Climbing onto the private jet, you raised an eyebrow at Sam, who shrugged, giving you a bemused expression. A Baron…huh…who knew? You feel like you should’ve, yet there you were.

You sat besides Bucky, across from Zemo, crossing your legs and leaning back while staring at him through narrowed eyes.

His butler seemed nice, which made you even more suspicious. You obviously didn’t know as much about Zemo as you wanted to. It was a habit you picked up after years of undercover work; once the mission was complete, that was that. There was no looking back on it. No sitting on it. It was over and you moved onto the next one. It was a bad habit in cases like this.

The moment you spotted the notebook over Zemo’s book you knew something was going to happen, yet you still flinched when Bucky lunged at him, grabbing his throat. You leaned back in your seat again, steadying your now racing heartbeat. You decided you were too tense, trying to relax your muscles as Bucky sat back down in his seat.

“I’ve seen that book. It was Steve’s when he came out of the ice. I told him about Trouble Man. He wrote it in that book.” Sam seemed so proud of himself that something he recommended was written in Steve’s little book and it made you smile.

You remembered that; Steve and you were supposed to meet up for coffee after his run, but Fury called him in so you rescheduled it for when he got back. He asked you about Marvin Gaye. For your opinion. You told him to check it out and make his own.

You remembered asking him about that little notebook of his, and he just shrugged you off telling you about his list. He would read items off to you, but he never let you read the book yourself. You never found out why, and you supposed you never would now. The thought made an ache behind your ribs that you’d come to familiarize yourself with appear.

You smiled a little more as Zemo and Sam told Bucky how awesome Marvin Gaye was. “C’mon, baby. Back me up.”

Chuckling, you looked at Bucky. “They’re not wrong. But,” you quickly added before Bucky could whine at you, facing Sam again. “Neither is Buck. I mean, c’mon. You can’t find music like the 40’s anymore. Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong, Benny Goodman, Fred Astaire. Ol’ Blue Eyes himself.”

“Thank you.” Bucky grinned at Sam, who rolled his eyes.

“Okay, okay. But, I mean, c’mon! Everybody loves Marvin Gaye.”

“I like Marvin Gaye.”

“Steve adored Marvin Gaye.”

Your face fell as Zemo started talking about Steve and icons and Red Skull, your mind once again slipping away from reality.

“Kids love you.” You giggled as you finally made it out of his exhibit. You’d wanted to show it to him since he moved to D.C., and you’d finally got an opportunity after coming back from being undercover for ten weeks. “You’re their hero, you know.”

“Yeah, well, I’m just trying to do what’s right.”

You nudged him, scoffing at his answer. “You’re too humble. You’re a national icon, you know.”

Steve shrugged, looking around the museum at the planes surrounding them. “I never wanted to be.”

“Why not? Everyone loves you.”

“I’m sure not everyone loves me.” He rolled his eyes. “And…I just wanted to help. To fight. Protect my country and the people I cared about. I-I didn’t ask for…all that.” He waved behind his shoulder where his exhibit was getting smaller with each step they took away. “People were dying. Bullies were winning.”

You shook your head, spinning and walking backwards besides him to face him. “Sure, but you did that. And you became someone people could look up to in the process.”

He narrowed his eyes at you before asking, “why do you do what you do?”

“...because I’m good at it?”

“Honey.” He gave you a look. “Answer the question.”

You hummed in thought. “Because I couldn’t stand by, knowing there would be orphaned kids if I didn’t help any way I could.”

“Alright. Why do you do it in the dark?”

“Whaddya mean?”

He shrugged. “Why don’t you come out and take credit for all the lives you’ve saved?”

“Because that’s not why I do it. I don’t want that attention. I just want to know I’ve helped people. I’ve kept them safe.”

He gave you a soft smile. “I just wanted to beat the bully. I never wanted to be a dancing monkey, too.” You looked at him in a new light then, understanding where he was coming from. “Watch out, honey!” He grabbed you and pulled you aside before you could crash into a wall, arms wrapped firmly around your waist. He gave you that charming smile of his. “Wouldn’t want you hurting that pretty lil’ head of yours, now would we?”

“Y/N!”

You snapped back into the conversation, moving your eyes from the window to Bucky, who tilted his head, eyebrows pinched and eyes narrowed. “Sorry. So, Madripoor. That’s a fun place.”

You ignored the side eyed glances Bucky and Sam exchanged, Sam turning to you curiously. “You’ve been?”

“Once. Back in 2010 for a few months”

Zemo raised his eyebrows. “You’re lucky to have gotten out.”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “Lucky, maybe. Skills were a part of it, too, though.”

“Good.” Zemo nodded. “Because we’re going undercover…and if we blow it. We’re dead.”

You breathed out, shaking your memory away and getting your head back into the game. Because like the man you were severely wary of in front of you said, if you blew this, you were dead. And, sure, you didn’t want to live until ninety, but you weren’t even half way there yet. So dammit if you were going to die soon.

“Hey.” You looked over at Bucky’s murmur, his head tilting as he grabbed your hand and pulled you from your seat closer to him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. Are you okay? You know you’re going to have to be-”

“I know.” He nodded. You watched his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed thickly. “I’ll be fine. Just…tell me right now if you need to step out for this one.”

You gave him a smile that you knew he didn’t buy, just by the slight narrowing of his eye, his lips pressing together. “No. No, I’m good for this. If you think I’m gonna let you two idiots go into Madripoor with him - alone - oil that cyborg brain of yours, because there’s no way.”

He squeezed your hand, eyes still filled with uncertainty. “Are you sure?”

“If there’s even a slight possibility that I can protect you, then yeah. I’m sure, Buckaroo.”

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s/o has a mental/nervous breakdown.

A/n: hello everyone! I hope your day is going alright, and that you’re doing well 🥰 I recently hit 300+ folllwers, like Sunday morning, and omg, that was the best thing to wake up too 🥺❤️ thank you those new and old for following and taking a chance with my account and sometimes trashy works 🙃 I’m gonna make a longer post at some point saying my thanks and discuss what I plan to do to celebrate 300 followers. It would really mean a lot to me if you guys chimed in if you have any ideas, after all, this is a thanks to you and I want you all to be involved! also, if you saw my recent rambles about how a draft was deleted, it’s referring to this post... what I had written got deleted TWICE in the span of FIVE MINUTES. gosh I was so pissed, I almost screamed. mobile tumblr is not it 😔 but here we are. I hope you like this. I tried to write this three times.... 🤡 also, since I am not a doctor or anything, I put a link to possible symptoms/what a “mental breakdown” is, that’s in the warnings, just click the link, it helped with my accuracy.

Summary: s/o has a mental/nervous breakdown.

Parings: Xiao/Reader, Scaramouche/Reader, Albedo/Reader, Childe/Reader (all fem reader)

Warnings: angst, mental breakdown (panic attacks, stress, anxiety, ptsd, hallucinations, insomnia) fluff, swearing, mentions of death, mentions of injury

Word count: 3.5k (whew after tumblr DELETING this draft twice here we are folks ;-;)

requested by @mintyhuening

Xiao

he knew you weren’t okay at all

Xiao knew the moment you locked yourself in your house

at first he thought maybe you were just temporarily feeling this way, but as the weeks passed and you hadn’t come out, he decided maybe not

coming from someone who enjoyed silence and solitude he could understand the distancing part, but it had been weeks, and even he needed socialization, so why hadn’t you come out?

you spoke to him through the door a few times, letting him know you were alright

he didn’t believe that though, sure you were alive, but not alright, he was mainly checking for confirmation to see if you were still alive while he thought of a good way to approach the situation

he didn’t want to invade your privacy, but he also hated the fact that you wouldn’t come out, not even to see him

it was lonely without you, he concluded

even for someone who enjoy solitude

you were a careful creature, but never this careful and cautious...

were humans always like this?

eventually, he couldn’t stand it, and did find other ways to get into your house

he grew antsy after pacing outside your door for days

he found you huddled in your bed, a heap of pillows and blankets surrounding you

you were shocked to see him when he’d sat down on the foot of the bed, causing it to dip significantly

“How did you get in?” You snapped once you saw who it was.

“I have my ways.” He said raspily. With a huff of annoyance, you were back to facing the wall, away from the Adepti.

“It’s dark in here.” He announced matter a factly, looking around the nearly pitch-black room, windows and doors covered by sheets and hefty duty curtains. “It’s how I like it.”

“It’s not healthy.”

“I don’t care, go away.”

Xiao was starting to grow impatient surprisingly, he truly just wanted to help, why couldn't you see that?

“Being passive is not going to help the situation, please tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing, I’m just tired.”

He worried. If he said the wrong, would you push him away even further? If he said the right thing, would you even care? Did you want help?

Xiao moved closer to you, hand going to touch your leg, although it was underneath the blankets, you felt it and did have to admit the affection was comforting.

“Don’t do this to yourself,” Xiao said. “Your friends miss you, I miss you as well.”

Maybe if you weren’t cooped up here anymore, you would start to come around. The room and house all together were very stuffy, dark, and depressing, he despised it.

“It’s beautiful outside, come with me,” he'd whispered. “At least if you don’t want to be around people, could you allow me to take you to a secluded area?”

“The fresh air will do you good.”

You were thinking about it, you had to of been if you still cared.

“Fine, mother.” He watched with hope in his eyes as you slowly rose from the bed, and began

The outside world was very very bright at first, enough to induce a headache. But you became used to it the more you were out.

Xiao stayed true to his word like you knew he would unless you wouldn’t have come. You were taken to a very secluded area, there wasn’t even a path or road to it, just green luscious grass, and crystal core everywhere, beautiful blue and orange ones; Anemo and Geo respectively. You weren’t sure where you were, somewhere between Mondstadt and Liyue, you assumed.

The fresh air did wonders, Xiao had noticed. You seemed to open up. Telling him a little of the problem. You had told him about how life was just stressful right now, you hadn’t taken any commissions in weeks, spoken to any of your friends Mondstadt, hence why they had come to him, accusing him of kidnapping and brainwashing you. He was offended, nonetheless let them know that wasn’t the case.

The ever so secluded Xiao would take you out more, slowly introducing you to crowds of people, and would still take you on daily walks to that secret place you now called your special spot.

It would take a while, he knew that, and you wouldn’t be comfortable doing everything that others around you did, maybe not for a while. He could respect that, as long as you allowed him to help and encourage you.

Scaramouche

being a harbinger was HARD, Scaramouche knew that, even if he didn’t admit it

admitting it was challenging, could lead to always being doubted or seen as incompetent. therefore, no one mentions how hard it is

he had been off doing his duties when he got news that you had lashed out at a few lower rank fatui on your team, resulting in you being called in to meet with The Tsaritsa... let's just say she went easy on you because you were one of her highest ranking soldiers, if not, she would've severely punished you

you were forced back to your sleeping quarters immediately to calm down, told to stay put until you could stop “lashing out like a child” as she had put it

you weren’t one to argue against The Tsaritsa, everyone knew that was common rule... so you walked back as calmly as you could without snapping at anyone else

when Scaramouche had heard how you acted, he was annoyed

the always so calm and calculated Y/n, lashing out at her fellow members? he couldn’t help but be annoyed, despite it being completely out of character of you

he had finished his duties relatively quick, wondering why you were acting so out of character

when he got back, he found you in your sleeping quarters, pacing in front of the large windows near the furthest end of your room

you were still wearing your typical combat gear, though your hair disheveled and body language looking extremely anxious, he hoped it was not yours...

“What did you do this time?” Had asked the violet-eyed man, carelessly throwing his hat on your bed, lean arms folding across his chest.

No response.

“Excuse me, I believe I asked you a question.”

A loud irritable huff.

“Be quiet for once in your life, Scaramouche.” You hissed, anxiously biting at your nails. “Sorry- I’m just trying to calm down, but my heart can’t stop racing.”

Scaramouche wasn’t the most in-touch person with his feelings, and out of all the harbingers, he was one of the more difficult ones to deal with.

Surprisingly, he had shut up, despite finding it difficult to hold his malicious comment back.

“What’s wrong?” Your lover asked, more softly this time.

“My mission today was... hard. I know you said it’s important for missions to just be a one and done; no hard feelings. And you know I’ve always been that way. But this one was different.” His eyebrows furrowed, his forehead creasing in annoyance.

“I can’t help but think about what they did.”

“Did you get what you went for? I heard you sought after information regarding that Knight, Aether.”

“Yes, but-”

“I’d call that a successful mission,” He stared intensely, casually moving to sit on the comfort of your bed. Of course, he wouldn’t take this seriously. “Any casualties?”

“None of our men, but-”

“I don’t see the problem.”

“There were children, three little children, and those idiots just slaughtered them.”

“Ah... I see.”

Despite stating he understood, he really couldn’t sympathize with what you were saying. Those children were enemies as long as they worked against The Tsaritsa.

Your voice suddenly cut through the silence, staring directly into his eyes, “What if those were our children?”

“They weren’t.” Your eyes rolled at his comment.

“But what if!” He rolled his eyes, mocking your previous action.

“But they weren’t.” He mocked for a second time.

“You’re not helping, Scaramouche!”

“You’ll never understand, unless you see what I saw,” He knew you were right to some degree, but even then would he feel bad? A mission was a mission after all.

“They were begging me to protect them, and the youngest, she would not let go of my arm and then the next thing I knew, they were dead.” You continued, left hand going to grip your right, he assumed to show him where and how the said girl had gripped you. You were still shaking, this time being closer, he noticed how bad it was.

“They were pleading, I told them I would try my best, and then-” He had long ago stood, making himself present in front of you. His warm hands had grabbed your shaking ones harshly, ceasing the trembling momentarily.

“Please, be quiet,” The sixth harbinger snipped. “I don’t like seeing you upset.” Although it sounded harsh, he was trying his best to make it sound how he felt, even if those feelings were minuscule towards this specific topic.

“Although, I don’t agree with you about this particular concern of yours- I will do whatever you need to help you.”

Albedo

now, he may just be an alchemist, but trust me, Albedo sees the signs before anyone, he has some sort of familiarity with them due to his incessant reading

and it may have taken him longer to see the signs because of how busy he was, but he saw them

he was no fool to the likes of insomnia, in fact he knew it very well, often staying up very late into the night and morning, sometimes for days at a time

he was cooped up in his lab and it wasn’t as if his body wasn’t tired, cause hell he was, there was just s much more to learn and discover, his brain WOULD not stop,

Albedo hadn’t known how long this had been going on for, but he was seeing signs now

ngl, he didn’t notice that you hadn’t been sleeping properly until one night he decided to accompany you in bed earlier than usual (It was three a.m, yikes), and found that you were awake still

you were lying still on your side of the bed, and if it hadn’t been for the fact that he reached over to kiss your cheek, only to see your eyes open, he would’ve assumed you were alright and asleep

“You’re awake?” The ashy-blonde man asked, sliding into bed next to you.

“Can’t sleep.” You shrugged nonchalantly, scooting closer to him, seeking his warmth and comfort.

“You should’ve come to get me, I would’ve come to bed earlier with you.”

“It’s alright, I peeked in to see if you were still alive,” You joked, he chuckled. “You seemed very busy.”

“Yes, but, I thought I told you to remind me when you need attention, I often get sidetracked and enamored with my work.”

“It’s quite alright, Albedo. As long as you’re sleeping.”

He hummed, whispering tired words of adoration in your ear. That carried on for a while, as long as talking about the day's work and whatnot, until you eventually questioned, “Can I play with your hair?” The gesture was sweet, and that did sound amazing right about now since he was on the brink of sleep, but just needed that little push. But weren’t you tired?

“Aren’t you tired?”

You sat up, climbing behind Albedo, gently placing his head in your lap. “I’ll go after you.” A soft smile adorned your beautiful face. “You need sleep, you stay up for Archon knows how long.”

He selfishly allowed his eyes to close and waited for sleep to accompany him while you began untangling his two braids and ponytail. You played with and braided his hair until he’d fallen asleep as you said. You stayed up the rest of the morning though.

Eventually, probably out of boredom, you fell asleep for an hour or two around five a.m. Though, unfortunately, you were back up before six. You busied yourself while Albedo slept, starting with cleaning his lab. Albedo often did not like people touching his books, paperwork, and findings, but after instructing you how to properly take care of his stuff, he welcomed your help with open arms, seeing as though his lab was ALWAYS in shambles from not having enough time to take care of things himself.

Albedo surprisingly woke up around nine, wavy hair surrounding him like a lion, you chuckled to yourself at the sight. “How did you sleep?”

“Alright, considering my sleep schedule is nonexistent a lot of the time.” You nodded, bumping shoulders teasingly. “How about you?”

“Okay,” You said, immediately changing the subject. “I woke up early, so I cleaned your lab, I hope it’s to your likings, Kreideprinz.” You teased, bowing at the waist.

The alchemist waved you off, with a smile. “We’ll see about your organizational skills after you eat.”

How had he known?

“You haven’t eaten yet, have you?” Albedo asked, heading in the direction of the kitchen.

“That obvious.” You wondered trailing after him.

“You always wait for me, darling.”

“You look exhausted.” Albedo’s concerned voice cut in through the smooth Mondstadt breeze. You had been so distracted with the discovery in front of you, you hadn’t realized your boyfriend was staring directly at you. “When was the last time you slept?” He glanced back down at the discovery, still listening, but if you didn’t speak soon he’d be lost in his world again.

“A day or two, but-” Albedo probably got whiplash from how hard he’d snapped his head to face you, but now he was staring at you with features reading nothing but shock, cerulean eyes blown wide.

“I think your bad sleeping schedule is contagious.” You joked, trying to make the situation lighter-hearted. He didn’t laugh.

Albedo was more serious this time, proving it when he faced you completely. “What’s been going on?” His voice was soft, but he was extremely worried.

Nervousness built up in his lover's body. “Nothing! I just-” You sighed. Might as well tell him the truth, he’d coerce the answer from you no matter what it took. “It’s been harder to sleep after my injury from that ruin guard. When it hit me, I banged my head against the concrete, and ever since I guess it’s been hard to sleep.”

“You could've told me sooner. I would have stopped everything and anything for you.” Yes, that was true, that was the problem though. You didn’t want to be coddled like a baby

“I know, I’m not sure why I didn’t... Naturally, I don’t want to worry you.”

He moved closer to you so he could cradle your face in his hands. “You can always tell me anything you know that.”

“I understand that. You’re a busy man so-”

“From this moment on, my work will be dedicated to finding a cure for you.”

You panicked, not wanting to stop his work for the likes of what you were dealing with. “What? Wait no-”

“You can’t stop me, darling. You take precedence over everything.”

Albedo made it his goal to do whatever possible to help you. Whether it be spending days in his lab making concoctions in hopes of creating something that could safely aid you with sleep. Or he’s in the libraries, reading all the books on the wellness and health of humans. He’s already on top of it the minute you expressed your concerns. In the meantime, he’s going to make sure he goes to bed with you much earlier, and won’t go until you do, to ensure you’re resting.

We love sweet caretaker Albedo.

(I understand insomnia can have other causes, not just a mental or nervous breakdown, but it’s kind of implied when reader hurt her head that she’s not well.)

Childe

Childe is simply not going to know your not well, he just won’t, it’s not that he doesn’t care, it’s more so the fact that he has a hard time paying attention to anything other than his missions and duties, he does not want to slow down

you have to show signs or tell him to realize

he decided to take a break though, seeing as he did promise you dinner tonight. he told you it would be his treat, since he did have a bunch of Mora lying around that he simply had no other use for

he figured a nice dinner and trip to one of the nicer cities with more to offer would be nice, he would buy you anything you desired

it was nearing the time for dinner though, and the reservations had already been made, so when he was left waiting, let's just say he was irked...

if you didn’t want to show up, you would’ve told him, so maybe you forgot? he concluded that couldn’t be it

the last time he’d brought it up, two days ago, you had been so excited you couldn’t sit still nor stop talking about it

asking a few people around town if you had been spotted anywhere, some said you had wandered off to Luhua Pool, something about there being a myth about special healing properties within the water

now he was even more confused

one, you NEVER went to Luhua Pool, there was never a need to do so

two, special healing properties? why would you need that? were you hurt in his absence?

you were his family, and he loved his family more than anything, so if something was wrong, he’d do whatever it took to help you

he traveled from Snezhnaya to Luhua Pool in record speed

he did find you eventually, the sun was setting, but thanks to the glowing water he could make your form out easily

you were hunched over, in what looked like to be some simple greenish cloth dress, he couldn’t see what you were doing, and called out your name

no answer

“Hey, what’re you doing here?” The orange-haired teen asked, crouching down beside his lover to see what was wrong.

“Cleaning.” You had said. That’s when his dull blue eyes traveled to what you were doing, watching with a confused stare as you scrubbed at what seemed to be clean hands.

“Hmm, I see...” He couldn’t tell if this was a prank or not, you usually played along with his teasing nature. “Are you ready for dinner?”

“Was that really today?” Your head lifted, leaving your hands to momentarily hanging in the air, water droplets dripping off into the pool.

Okay... so you did forget it seemed, which did shock him seeing as though you were over the moon, less than seventy-two hours ago.

“Uh, yeah, did you really forget? That’s unlike you! I’ve learned women don’t forget anything.” He teased, hand going to his chin. You hummed, turning back to do whatever it was you had been previously.

The harbinger frowned. “Do you still want to go? We can make it if we’re fast.” You sounded like a robot, much like a ruin guard, he concluded.

“I’m sorry, not today, I’m dirty...”

Childe couldn’t help but chuckle, “Dirty? Sweetheart, you’re cleaner than most people I’ve seen, what’re you on about-”

“The blood, it’s stained my hands, can’t you see?” Even after holding your hands to show him, he saw nothing resembling blood.

“Are you playing games with me? Sure, it would’ve been funny any other day, not today though-”

“You don’t believe me?” You sounded hurt, but whatever was going on, he wouldn’t feed into these... false hallucinations. “The townspeople said the same thing, they called me crazy...” You scrubbed even harder at your hands, letting out a frustrated huff.

“I don’t see anything, I’m really sorry,” He said gently, reaching into the water to grasp your warm hands in his, “But if you continue to do that...I will see the blood.”

Childe was not sure what was going on, maybe some sort of PTSD? Although, he wasn’t sure where it could’ve come from... you’re not a harbinger or fatui, or anyone that is engaged in battle, etc. so it didn’t make sense. Unless something happened that decided to resurface now.

He immediately took you home, hand in his to keep you from further scratching your hands. On the journey, you often asked, “Why are you even touching me? There’s a lot of blood.”

He didn’t want to have to feed into whatever was going on, worried he’d damage you somehow, and he didn’t want to make you sound crazy, so instead he said, “Because I love you.”

When you both arrived home, he’d immediately laid you in bed, saying you appeared tired before going to search for a doctor.

Child will see every and all doctors in Teyvat and will pay whatever amount necessary to figure out what’s wrong, that’s for sure. Doesn’t take orders from the harbingers (not like he was anyways) and opts to stay close to you at all times.

He decided to keep his teasing to a minimum, though he found that sometimes things slipped out accidentally, he’d do anything in his power to help you.

1.18.21, rayofsunas

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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN

y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.

─── corpse husband x reader ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 2.2k ─── ❥ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand)

author’s note: fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!

ultimate masterlist. ҉ myso masterlist ҉ previous. ҉ next.

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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if she’s dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it.

Alas, you hope this little chaos you’ve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, you’ve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your life’s a fucking mess.

Your fans aren’t the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Rae’s message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didn’t find significant others by the time you’re 40, you’ll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (”So I’m sitting there” alludes to Rae, “On my titties” alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge.

But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesn’t work out, you’ll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldn’t, though.

Rae was having none of it. She said you’ll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to “Boke.”

You leave her for barely a week and she’s already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.

But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too.

Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.

That’s where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadn’t even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view.

You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesn’t help, either. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t know that you’re a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read “baby”.

Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft “Hello! Hi hi!”. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - today’s inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because you’ve been listening to Corpse’s song all day.

Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didn’t forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldn’t have to.

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“I feel like,” You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, “I feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also don’t respect men so I don’t want to call you guys. Like, so many creator’s have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--” You can’t help snorting, “So, I’ve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking I’m gonna name you cockroaches. Because you’re grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!”

Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. You’re as equally proud as you are disturbed.

“Well, anyway.” Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, “Big dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, it’s cuz I’m in Brooklyn now. Don’t ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I don’t plan that far ahead.”

While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.

r u dating sykkuno?

You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you can’t exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, “No, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, I’m not sure how much I’ll have to repeat this, but, we really aren’t, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill that’d be great.”

the roaches lmao sounds like we’re a sports team

“Oh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. That’d be cool, I think.”

how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?

“My parents are actually not disappointed at all!” You say with a cute little smile, “Uhm, they’re both really proud, actually. They’re glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesn’t exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-” You eye catches a comment, “Oh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They don’t know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they don’t know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--” You’re grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, “--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. It’s really cute.

can i be adopted by ur parents plz

will you and corpse ever collab?!

You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.

Corpse_Husband: yes.

Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkuno’s own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.

pack it up, sykkuno

More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, you’d like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets.

“Okay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--” You’re covering your mouth, giggling, “-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket I’m turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.”

we are prepared

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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?” you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, “Aww, look!” You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, “It’s a baby chicken! Die, bitch.” The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. You’re cackling by the time the dust settles.

y/n is a child murderer

“Roaches,” You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you can’t get over the name, “I think I’m like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft won’t actually make less hungry in real life.”

take a break and go eat queen <3

“Fuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.”

Another twenty minutes trickle by and you’re trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when there’s a knock on your bedroom’s door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, “MOM!” You scream, “Get OUT of my room I’m playing Minecraft!” But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you don’t manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or it’s some sort of performative dance.

“I’m live right now,” You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, “do you want to say hi?”

The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over.

“Sorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!”

Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. “What’s this about?”

“Your pizza came.”

“My what now?” You echo, confused.

“Domino’s. You ordered pizza?”

“What? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--”

Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.

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You decide that it’ll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but you’re okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. It’s a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. “D’aww,” She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, “don’t cry my little raccoon.”

If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, you’d answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000′s angle. Sent it to Rae.

looking hot, her message read.

thanks, was all you replied with.

You couldn’t just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.

Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.

“Thank you for the pizza, it was delicious.”

You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.

“Glad you liked it, baby.”

He was going to be the death of you.

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Life of Death

You’re gonna need tissues for this one folks! A huge thank you to @addictedtodinosaurs for allowing me to write this wonderful headcannon! Hope you guys enjoy!

Warning: Angst. Whole lot of angst

It hasn’t even been a day since Alcina’s world collapsed. Ethan Winters managed to flee Castle Dimitrescu with his life and topple the hierarchy Mother Miranda worked so hard to achieve. Everyone is gone; Angie, Moreau's house, Mother Miranda, even her baby brother Karl. They never stood a chance after the fall of the great Mother Miranda. Without her protection, they were left helpless. Of course, Ethan only saw them all as monsters; filthy bloodthirsty creatures that needed to be slain. That’s all anyone ever saw them as. They’re different so that must mean they’re wrong. They’re abnormally different from anything I’d ever seen so that automatically means they’re evil.

But they’re still a family. Lucky for Alcina, she never let herself depend on anyone other than herself. Well, except for her daughters.

She was wandering around the ruins of the castle in search of them. They were nowhere to be found since Ethan escaped. It was a grueling task but obviously, one that needed to be done. They need their mother’s tender love and care to nurse them back to health.

Cassandra was the first to be found. Naturally, she was found within the comfort of her basement. Where else would that silly girl be hiding? Just like Daniela, her bleeding seemed to have majorly stopped on its own. So all that was left for Alcina to do was bathe her and bandage her wounds. Alcina carried her upstairs to her bedroom slowly and carefully to not make her feel any sicker to her stomach. From there she bathed her and wrapped whatever wounds she had in delicate cloth before putting her to rest in her bed. Alcina tousled her wet hair before leaving in search of the rest of her brood.

Daniela was the easiest to find. She was left lying face down in the parlor soaked in a pool of her own blood. Her body was riddled with bullet holes to the point where her abdomen resembled Swiss Cheese. Alcina was quick to scoop her up and bring her upstairs to tend to her wounds. Until she got Daniela in the bath she used the ends of her dress to put pressure on her abdomen. Just like Cassandra, her bleeding seemed to have majorly stopped on its own. So all that was left for Alcina to do was bathe her and bandage her wounds.

Picking each individual bullet out of her body was an uphill battle, but Alcina was the eventual victor. Even better, she managed to not disturb her youngest’s slumber as she patched her up. Daniela was now free to rest as much as she needed in the sanctuary of her mother’s bed.

“What a mess we’re left with, hm? Don’t you worry about a thing my little Tasmanian Devil, Mother’s here now. I’ll protect you.”

The girls remained motionless as Alcina tucked Daniela in next to her sister.

Alcina watched as her little bundles of joy rested comfortably under the warm blankets and plush pillows. They look so sweet and at peace. It was rare for the matriarch to see them like this, but it always brought a smile to her face.

“You just rest now, my lovelies. I’m going to go find your sister so she can rest easy as well.” Alcina bends down and kisses each daughter on the forehead. “I’ll be right back.”

It took a few hours of searching to find her eldest daughter. Doing countless laps around the castle finally brought Alcina to explore the labyrinth of hidden passageways. There were a few times when said passageways brought her right back up to her bedroom. She wasn’t complaining too much though. Every time it happened she simply checked on her girls and reminded them how much she loves them.

Bela was by far the hardest to find. The sounds of scurrying behind a row of bookcases alerted Alcina to her presence. Following a single passageway eventually led Alcina to find the blonde buried from the chest down in rubble. The tunnel had collapsed from then on.

Alcina made quick work of removing the rock and rubble from her daughter's body. Rats fled back into their holes as she did so. The eldest Dimitrescu never moved even an inch. It took a while, but Alcina did manage to get her out in one piece. She whispered promises of a warm bath and offered to deep clean the dirt and dust out of her hair.

Bela couldn’t respond but Alcina knew she heard her. She could still sense her. She could sense all of them. They’re just weak, that’s all. They need as much rest as they can get.

It’s late evening by the time all three girls are bathed and tucked into bed. They were dressed in clean clothes and had their bandages changed again before Alcina crawled carefully into bed with them. She made sure to be extra careful when nudging them out of the way so she was in the middle; Bela on one side and Cassandra and Daniela on the other. Her arms wrapped around them all snugly.

It reminds Alcina of all the times the girls would burst into her room when they were little during a thunderstorm. All four of them would cuddle up just like this under the covers and either sing to them or read them a story.

“Tomorrow is a new day, my loves. We will start anew and we’ll be stronger than ever. I hope you sleep peacefully.”

The next morning comes slowly for Alcina. It’s quiet for once as the girls aren’t awake to cause mischief. Aching in her back and arms keeps her from stretching out. She smiled when she feels the girls are still snuggled up close to her.

“Good morning my darlings,” she says with a yawn. “How are we feeling today?”

Alcina kisses each daughter on the cheek and chooses not to notice how much more pale they were this morning. And certainly doesn’t recognize how stiff they were. She simply chalks it up to sleeping uncomfortably. After all, even she woke up with an aching back. Her arms wrapped around them must have really bothered them.

“It’s alright, girls. Take all the time you need to recover. You’ve been through quite the ordeal and need as much rest as you can get. I understand that. Mommy will be waiting for you right here to wake up. I’ll be the first thing you see when you open your bleary little eyes.”

The family lounged for the better half of the morning. Alcina takes her time stroking the hair of each of her girls’ hair and whispers words of comfort to them. “You’re so brave, my loves. And so strong; stronger than Mommy could ever hope to be.”

She notices a rather putrid smell coming from Daniela. One not caused by uncleanliness or a rotten meal, but something else entirely. Her immediate response is to change her bandages again, but can’t help but notice how pale Daniela had become overnight. Her lips were turning a shade of blue and the rest of her skin looked sickly. So did Cassandra and Daniela. Perhaps this is worse than simply recovering from injuries? Maybe....maybe they really were-

Alcina shook her head. They’ll wake up. Of course, they’ll wake up! They just need to rest extra long before they can really start to recover. So what if they get worse before they get better? At the end of the day, all that matters is that they do wake up. Then it’s smooth sailing from there.

The silence is suffocating. She feels the chill in her blood, coldness bringing the synapses of her brain to a standstill. Part of it is a pain, but one Alcina can endure. One she has to endure; for the sake of her daughters.

While she waited, Alcina called for a maid, the only one left, to fetch some documents from her private study that needed her attention.

They didn’t actually need her attention, of course. With the demise of Mother Miranda, the document's importance was nullified. But Alcina Dimitrescu is not the type of person to just sit around and do nothing. Especially when there are so many important things to do.

As soon as the maid steps into the room she understands what’s happening. She went through something strikingly similar when she had her miscarriage some years ago. Reality is a cruel plane of existence. Especially when you lose someone you loved suffering it with. It’s plain to see that her mistress is grieving her losses and she doesn’t have the heart to break whatever fantasies Lady Dimitrescu has built-in her head.

Instead, she chooses to play along. Delusional or not this was still Lady Dimitrescu, the woman will kill her if she tells her anything other than what she wants to hear. She gives a kind smile and curtsy to her Mistress and simply dies as she’s asked.

“Shall I fetch you some wine, My Lady?”

Alcina thought about it for a moment. It has been over 24 hours since she last fed and she was certainly craving sustenance. But ultimately decides against it in favor of her daughters.

“No. Keep what we have left safe for when my daughters wake. They’ll need their strength more than I’ll need mine.”

The maid waits a minute before trying again. She looks over at the girls still laying in bed. It’s obvious they are no longer there. She could smell the evidence of that from across the room.

“Very well, Lady Dimitrescu. I could send up a platter of-“

“Enough,” Alcina shouts but quickly catches herself from continuing. The girls don’t need to be disturbed by such a trivial matter. “Go make yourself useful and clean my daughters’ rooms. They’ll want them spotless when they wake up.”

The maid simply bows her head. “Of course, my Lady. Please forgive me.”

The next two weeks went on like this before the maid had enough. She wanted to help her mistress, she truly did, but there was nothing left for her here anymore. The last scraps of human food were officially gone and there was no reason to trek down to the village and come all the way back when she could just as easily take up residence down there. It was a gut-wrenching decision but it had to be done. She tried her best for Lady Dimitrescu and that’s all that mattered.

She slipped away in the dead of night. Normally the Lady would have any escapees hunted down and dragged back up to the castle only to be thrown in the basement. But there was no one to do that anymore. Heisenberg and his pack of lycans had perished long ago, even before the Lady’s daughters, and the Lady was too drained of emotions to care. Too weak to chase after her.

Alcina’s daughters are her everything. Every day she lived for them. She lived because of them.

Alcina took great pride in her tall stature. She is the image of beauty and elegance. The only real flaw in her design is its role in hunting down prey. You’d have to be blind or stupid to not see her coming after you. Even with her much larger strides, she wouldn’t be able to keep up. And Alcina Dimitrescu does not run. Prey is not worth running for.

So she depends on her daughters to hunt for her. They’re much more suited for the job; so young, and clever, and agile. They are her cubs and her, their lioness, too old to keep up with the hunting party.

Alcina looks at her girls and sees them as they truly are; dead. Lifeless corpses. Their bodies are decaying and cold. She has been changing the bed sheets every morning to keep away the maggots but failed to stop all of them. The smell of death is noxious even with all the windows open because Bela said she wanted to feel the crisp winter breeze.

“My girls,” Alcina sobs. “What have I done to you?”

She collapses at their bedside and finally allows herself to break down.

But looking up at them she still feels them. She can still feel their arms wrap around her shoulders as she cries. The smell of paint is still on Cassandra’s cloak and Daniela was sitting on the floor right next to her. The short ends of red hair tickled Alcina’s cheek. If they were truly gone, how is it she can still feel Bela kiss the top of her head and wrap her arms around her neck in an embrace?

“I never should have done this. How can I be so selfish? I never should have turned you to suffer as I have.” A new wave of tears blurred her vision. “What kind of mother am I?”

She knows she doesn’t have long now. How can she bring herself to care? Everyone she ever cared about was already gone. What’s the point of trying to survive without her dearest family, especially when she’s so close to being reunited. Alcina wiggles her way back under the covers and pulls her daughters close once more. She’s crying in earnest now, happy that her pain is almost over. Even now she can see her daughters playing together, maybe even with Uncle Karl somewhere in the far off distance.

A smile spreads to Alcina’s lips as she closes her eyes and simply waits for her turn to join in on the fun.

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