i will show you fear

Exec 1: What should this computer-savvy character be doing in our show’s intro?

Exec 2: IDK, have them moving some holograms around. But like, in a badass way.

(Also, I am now severely disappointed that there has never been a Batfam and/or Birds of Prey show featuring Oracle doing that exact move in the intro. Looking badass behind glowing holograms is her thing, come on people.)

Request: Hi! Would it okay to make a request? Ivar x Reader have a really nasty argument right before Ivar has to sail away for a raid or something which leads to make up sex when he gets back? Sorry! I really adore you Ivar x Reader’s!

Note: The argument got a little more intense then I had intended when I started this. I hope you still like it, nony.

Warning: Contains rough smut and some violence.

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“This is delicious.“  Ivar said, mouth still full of food. “Did you cook it or the slaves?”

You smiled at him. “I did. I don’t need any slaves to take care of me.”

“And you think I do?” He replied with grin.

“Well, I don’t know. Do you, son of Ragnar Lothbrok, prince of Kattegat?”

“Of course not. I just prefer not to waste time on cooking and such things. And you make it sound like I was sitting on a throne all day long, having servants tending to all my wishes.”

“Is that not what you do?” You said, giving him a mischievous grin from across the table.

He groaned and threw one of his potatoes at you. “Shut up!”

You ducked under the flying potato. “I’m just worried that no one will feed you the next few weeks.”

“Then maybe you should change your mind and come with me.”

Your grin faded and you got serious. “You know there’s nothing I want more but my father has gotten so sick and since mother died there’s no one else to take care of him.”

“I know. But I will miss you.”

You reached across the table and put your hand on his cheek. “Promise me you’ll come back to me.”

He placed his hand on yours. “Always.”

You smiled at each other and you got lost in his mesmerizing blue eyes, like you had so many times in the past.

After a while Ivar broke the silence. “Speaking of coming back, where have you been all day? I’ve been looking for you and then I saw you coming out of the forest.”

“I’ve been helping your brother.”

“Which brother?” He asked and you did not miss a certain sharpness in his voice.

“Ubbe.”

“Why are you spending so much time with Ubbe recently?” He wanted to know, his tone now clearly annoyed.

You rolled your eyes. Ivar could be so loving and caring when he wanted to but sometimes he acted like a child, especially when he was jealous of his brothers.

“He is building a house for himself and Margrethe, so I figured he could use some help.” You replied, unable to hide an unnerved undertone.

“If you help him with his house then what have you been doing in the forest?”

“We’ve been cutting trees.”

“And was Margrethe also there?”

“No she wasn’t. She had other stuff to do. What are all these questions?” You were starting to lose your patience.

Ivar’s eyes narrowed. “So you’ve spend the whole day in the forest, alone with my brother. And you want me to believe you’ve been cutting trees?”

“What else would we’ve been doing, Ivar? Hmm? You tell me.” Your voice coming out louder and more angry than you had intended.

“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking you.” He replied, his voice seeming completely calm, but you knew him well enough to know that it was very likely just the quiet before the storm. But you could not care for that now because your own anger was starting to cloud your mind. How could he dare to accuse you of such things?

“You know what, Ivar? Think whatever you want. I’m tired of your mood changing from one second to the next for no reason. If you want to go ahead and play the spoiled little prince that’s fine, but do it with someone else because I’m really tired of it.”

You saw Ivar’s eyes become dark with anger and immediately regretted your words but it was too late to take them back.

Ivar leaned over the table. “You are mine. You better don’t forget that.” He hissed.

You also leaned forward so that your face was just inches from his. His jaw was clenched and his eyes dark like the stormy sea. He radiated such anger that it scared you a bit, but you were a Viking, you were taught to never let your fear show.

“I don’t belong to anyone. You better don’t forget that.” You spat, echoing his words.

You could see him clenching his jaw even harder and releasing a stiff breath, fighting to keep control over himself. He seemed to have lost that battle because the next moment his arm shot towards you and before you could react his hand closed around your throat.

“You are mine.” He repeated, voice shaking with anger.

You tried to move away from him but his fingers were digging into the sides of your neck, giving you no chance to escape. Your air stream was completely blocked and your hands clutched around his, trying to open his grip but he was way too strong for you. As little shadows began to dance in front of your eyes you started to panic, your body demanding the air he was no longer able to get. As you let out a strangled noise, Ivar’s anger twisted face changed into a look of utter shock. It was as if he was waking up. He stared at your face, then down to his hand on your throat and very slowly his grip softened. He let go of you completely and quickly withdraw his hand as if he had burned it, his face now full of terror.

“Y/N, I….”

As the fear left your body the anger came back.

“Get out of here.” You hissed, your voice raspy, the words burning in your throat.

“Y/N…”

“OUT! NOW!”



You had made sure he had no chance of seeing you again until he left the next morning with his warriors. You knew that Ivar had moments like this, when his anger took over and he completely lost control, you had seen it happen more then once. But so far it had never happened with you. You had trusted him, felt completely save in his presence. You knew it was stupid but there was a feeling of betrayal inside you, you couldn’t get rid of. Of course you’ve had arguments before, the kind of arguments that made everyone else flee out of the room, not wanting to become casualties while you two released earthquakes and thunderstorms. But he had never hurt or really scared you before. And now you weren’t sure if you could forgive him.

But as the weeks passed you had to admit to yourself that you missed Ivar. You were worried about him, even more than usual. If something happened to him, your last conversation would have been the worst argument you ever had.

One evening you were sitting in your hut, taking out your braids and humming some melody that was stuck in your head as you heard a noise behind you. You turned in your chair and your eyes grew wide in surprise. Ivar was leaning against the door frame, supported by his crutches. You hadn’t heard him open the door. Your first impulse was to run to him and sink into his arms but you still  weren’t sure if you had forgiven him. It took you all your inner strength to keep any emotion from your face as you looked at him. He had a crooked grin on his face but as you didn’t react at all and just kept looking at him, you could see some insecurity grow in his eyes. After a moment though, he gained back control and his grin only grew wider.

“Are you not going to ask me in?”

“Where’s the point when you are in already?” You replied, struggling to keep your voice neutral. “I didn’t know you were back.”

“We just arrived about half an hour ago.” He slowly crossed the room and stopped in front of your bed. “Come here. I’ve missed you.”

Your eyes narrowed. You couldn’t believe he could be so ignorant. “Don’t think you can command me to do anything!”

His grin came back to his face, just a hint of evil arrogance in it. “But you want to. I can see it in your eyes.”

He was right. Although you were still mad at him your body longed for his. You wanted nothing more than to feel his skin on yours, to be as close to him as you could possibly get. It made you angry that he had such an effect on you. And it made you even angrier that he knew it and that he knew how to use it against you. You stood up so fast that your chair toppled over. You went over to Ivar and stood in front of him, eyes blazing with anger.

“Don’t you dare to tell me what I want.”

His grin didn’t fade one bit. “Not even when it’s that obvious? You want me, Y/N. There’s no point in denying that.”

You hated him so much that moment, mostly for being right. You somehow had to let your anger vent and pushed against his chest with both hands, harder than you had intended to. Ivar lost his balance and as he fell backwards he let go of his crutches and grabbed your arms, pulling you down with him. You heard the crutches clatter on the floor as you fell down on the bed. Ivar quickly rolled over so that he was on top of you.

“Get off me!” You hissed and pushed against his chest.

Ivar just smirked at you and caught your wrists, pinning them to the bed above your head. Then he moved his hips so that they rocked against yours. You could feel heat shoot through your body like liquid fire and fought hard to suppress a moan. But Ivar didn’t stop, he kept grinding his hips against yours and the need to feel more of him grew bigger and bigger inside your stomach, causing your breathing to come quick and heavy.

He chuckled at you. “See? So stop struggling and let me give you what you want anyways.”

You gave him an angry hiss but had to admit defeat. He must have seen it in your eyes and placed his lips on yours, kissing you hungrily while one of his hands slid under your dress and up your thigh. He let his fingers slowly travel across your folds and gave you an satisfied yet amused grin as he found you already soaking wet. Then his lips were back on yours and he slipped one finger between your folds. You moaned into his mouth as he started to move it up and down, hitting your clit with every move. His other hand found one of your breasts and started to knead it but he quickly became annoyed by the fabric getting in his way and he retrieved his hand from between your thighs. You whimpered at the loss and he smirked, clearly pleased with himself. For a moment he fiddled with the stings that held your dress together, but soon lost his patience and just ripped it apart. He hurried to slide the fabric down your body and then discarded it to the floor. He quickly undressed himself and you took a moment to cherish the view. You adored the way the toned muscles on his shoulders and his chest worked as he moved back up to you.

“You still want me to leave?” He asked with a cocky grin.

“No.” You admitted.

“What do you want me to do then?”

You smiled and lifted your head from the pillow to kiss him again but he pushed you back down, pinning you to the bed with his body. He rocked his hips again and now that you where both naked you could feel his hard cock rub against your thigh. You sighed, half in anticipation and half in defeat. You knew he wouldn’t stop until you said it out loud.

“I want you to fuck me.”

He gave you a nod as if to say See, it wasn’t that hard. Then he pushed your thighs apart to get better access. He was hovering over you, still pinning you to the bed, not allowing you much movement. He looked down at you and pushed himself inside you with one swift movement. You gasped at the exquisite sensation of him stretching your inner walls and your eyes flew shut. Ivar leaned down and bit your shoulder.

“Keep looking at me.” He cooed.

As you opened your eyes he started to move in and out of you. He didn’t bother to go slow and picked up his pace quite quickly, his trusts fast and hard. It didn’t take long until you squirmed in pleasure but he didn’t give you much room to move, his strong arms keeping you in place and reminding you who was is control. You wrapped your legs around his waist to allow him to go even deeper. As a reward he placed a sloppy kiss on your lips. As your pleasure increases you grind your hips against his, eager to meet his thrusts, while you loudly moan out his name. Ivar places one of his hands on the head of the bed to be able to push himself into your depths with even more force than before. With every thrust he hits a magical spot deep inside of you and you scream out his name so loud you probably wake up all your neighbors.

“You know you are mine.” Ivar growls without stopping his brilliant movements and in this moment you have neither the strength nor the will to disagree.

“Yes Ivar, I’m all yours.” You pant and smirks, even increasing his efforts to make you scream out his name.

You know you are close as you feel your whole body tense. And with one forceful thrust Ivar buries himself deep inside you and spills his hot liquids. The feel of Ivar’s seed filling you is enough to drive you over the edge. Waves of pleasure are rolling through you and your whole body is shaking. You ride out your orgasms together and then Ivar collapses onto you. For a long moment you just lie still. Both of you unable to move, bodies sticky with sweat.

As your breathing slows down a bit, Ivar rolls off of you and pulls you into his arms.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He says, placing a kiss on your temple.

All you can manage is to hum in agreement, as you settle your head against his shoulder and close your eyes.

“Don’t fall asleep.” Ivar whispers into your ear. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Friendship in Tokyo Ghoul

One of the Saddest things that I think came out of this chapter is the thoughts of friends this chapter. This is because Touka is experiencing the “loss” of a friend for just being who she is and Yoriko associating with her. This was something that Touka never wanted, and part of the reason she stayed away for so long. Touka wanted to protect Yoriko from ever being associated with her just in case she was ever discovered. Yet, by doing that it backfired when Yoriko decided to find her friend and unintentionally got herself in the middle of a violent jealousy.

This leads Touka into this place where she is overcome with the guilt of all of her desires for Yoriko were flushed down the drain. With the only thing she can do is deny their friendship in a last ditch effort to get her out of trouble. This in many ways parallels the relationship that Hide and Kaneki had.

Kaneki and Hide had been friends for a majority of their lives, they went through the toughest points of their lives together. So of course when Kaneki became a ghoul, he wanted to protect him from himself. The fight with Nishiki not only showed the danger of ghouls for Hide, but also how he himself is the most dangerous thing. So little by little Kaneki started to pull away, until he disappeared completely after the Aogiri Tree arc. It was because Kaneki pulled away that, Hide started to look for him joined the CCG and ultimately showed up in the sewers to let Kaneki eat him.

This parallel is in how all Touka and Kaneki wanted to do was protect their friend, but in their desire to protect them they only lead them to what they never wanted for them. Touka never wanted Yoriko to find out she was a ghoul, so she’s “arrested” for being being associated with Touka and never turning her into the CCG. Kaneki didn’t want Hide to get hurt or killed, so he ends up in the situation where for him to survive he had to eat a part of Hide. It shows that the more you try to protect someone, and in many ways losing the core of the frienship which is spending time with someone you care about someone you are supposed to be able to tell anything to. Touka and Kaneki ignored that for trying to protect their friend and it bit them in the ass because their worst fears came true.

This fact also leads to the most tender part of the chapter where Touka asks for Kaneki’s advice.

About how she should be dealing with her feelings, because she just closed a bridge with Yoriko to protect her again. She cant see Yoriko for the time being because it would void her saying she didn’t know her. So she asked Kaneki what he did in a similar situation. He just tells her sincerely 

He tells her that he never did anything, because if he did he would just be tempted to see him again, which he didn’t want to do. Which in many ways highlights the issue that they are having. That both Touka and Kaneki were being hypocritical in their actions to someone they care about.

Kaneki didn’t want to be alone so he left Hide alone, Touka didn’t want to be abandoned and she abandoned Yoriko. I feel like this shows how much fear can make you do things to someone that hurts them thus undermining anything you were trying to do for them. It shows that while they have grown they still have this major roadblock in front of them. I feel like one of the last pieces of development that Touka and Kaneki need, is to finally confront their fears with the humans they hurt themselves trying so hard to protect.

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Fic Recs: You Show Me Yours by endingthemes:(~11k)

When Erik receives nudes in the middle of the night from an unknown number, he’s confused and mildly amused. He doesn’t expect it to turn into an actual conversation…with feelings.

As if that’s not baffling enough, his friend’s brother ends up crashing at his place, further complicating everything.

Comments: Amazing, incredibly sweet, wonderfully written fic, please kudo this to outer space. It’s in Erik’s pov, but you can see Charles pining - both of them pine like the idiots they usually are , and there are misunderstandings and texting sass and all that jazz of a good fluffy rom com. I have reread this at least three times

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character poster: maxon schreave

“I’ve held back so much from you out of fear. I’m afraid that if I show you everything at once, it will overwhelm you, and you’ll run away. I’m afraid that somewhere in the back of your heart is a love for someone else that will never die. I’m afraid that I will make a mistake again, something so huge that you retreat into that silent world of yours. No scolding from a tutor, no lashing from my father, no isolation in my youth has ever hurt me so much as you separating yourself from me.”

dear god

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wow????? um just a reminder that this is a SUPER DUPER MAXVID BLOG

it hasnt been more than a month and a half but like, this blog is just overflowing with max/david, lakes, waterfalls, oceans of maxvid

thank you for following, BUT!! if you missed my description and you’d rather reconsider the follow… please do!!!!!!!!! i love drawing shit, but i don’t want to make more people uncomfortable than i have to! thank you!

obvsly ive always loved the “you’d be m’lady” scene even though it had a fanfic-y tone because i do feel like its at least honest about the nature of arya’s feelings when gendry joins the brotherhood - she wanted him to be her pack and is heartbroken - and im a shipper fangirl ofc but the execution is all wrong because like book!arya would rather die than display that kind of vulnerability lol she’d never let gendry see how much she cared after he hurt her like this. show!arya tearfully offers to be his family but book!arya looked down on gendry and told him he could hang for all she cares. its not a change i hate tho. the way both characters react is very different but its born from the same place 

Next To Me ~ Stan Uris x Reader

Originally posted by the-losers-clubs

My feet barely touched the ground as I ran through The Barrens. The sticky heat was making it harder for me to keep going. The only motivation I had was Henry Bowers and his lackeys. They had cornered me outside the library. Henry was trying to get me to tell him where Ben was so he could go and ‘kick his head in’ and I had spat on him and made a run for it. 

“COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE BITCH!” I heard Henry bellow from behind me, “YOU CAN’T RUN FOREVER!”
“EAT SHIT HENRY!” I screamed back, not daring to turn around in fear I’d stop running

My lungs were burning and I could use a hit of Eddie’s aspirator, but I could see the bridge and I decided to keep running until I got there. I almost made it too, if it wasn’t for someone grabbing my ponytail and yanking me back. I stopped dead in my tracks. He’d got me.

“I told you,” Henry growled, breathing heavily, “That you couldn’t run. Now, how’s about you tell me where that fat fuck Ben is hiding?”

You knew that Ben was hiding out at the cinema with Eddie and Richie, but you weren’t going to tell him that.

“I’m not going to tell you, asshole, so why don’t you go and fuck yourself.”

Henry was still gripping my hair, but with his free hand he reached back and smacked me straight across the face. I didn’t understand the true meaning of 'seeing stars’ until that moment. He did it with so much force that he knocked me over. He then brought his foot into my stomach causing me to scream in agony. I had never felt such a pain. 

“Watch it fuckface. Next time I see you I’ll give you a whole lot worse. Now tell me where he is. This is your last chance.”

Despite the warm blood running down the side of my face I still had the sense not to tell him because now he was all riled up, and Ben would get a hell of a lot worse than me.

“He-he’s in the children’s library.” I stuttered
“That’s all you needed to tell me.”

And with that, he ran off back towards the library. I guessed that when he got to the library and realised that I’d lied to him, Henry would come and find me with a brand new, much worse attitude and I baseball bat. Slowly, I stood up, wobbling on my feet. My head was pounding and I knew that at some point fairly soon I was going to throw up. There was only one place I could think of going, and that was to Stan’s. I began walking.

“Y/NNNNNNNN…”

I knew that voice anywhere. And I was in The Barrens. Alone. Near the bridge. I cursed myself and the situation I was in, but the one thing I would not do was show my fear.

“Y/N! Don’t ignore me. I bought you some candy floss! It’s your favourite but your mother doesn’t let you eat it because she says it will rot your teeth. If you come with me you can have as much as you want!”

I saw It on the other side of the stream. It would probably only take It seven seconds or so to get to me. It had its hideous suit with orange pom poms on of course, but it wasn’t human. It was a swarm of moths and insects that were shaped like a body, held together by the suit. A dirty great swarm of my greatest fear, flapping around, ready to land on me and eat me like they do clothes in the closet. I wanted to scream but I had no voice. It was like ice was coursing through my veins, going straight to my heart. I could hear them flapping their ugly, brown wings and their little legs rubbing together as they flew. Moths. I hated them.

Before they got any closer I turned and ran, back the way I came and towards Stan’s neighbourhood. As I hauled myself through the long grass I forgot about the pain that Henry caused me and thought about the cluster of insects behind me and how it would feel to be trapped in the middle of them. It would be hot and musty and dark. They’d be all over my skin, flapping their wings. They’d be in my hair and on my face, in my mouth going down my throat. I was sick as I ran. Considering what was at my heels and the fact I couldn’t hold it in any longer, I didn’t have another choice. 

“Y/NNNNN!”

I was out! I had made it. But I didn’t dare stop running. Not until I got to the Uris’ front door. Stan opened the door smiling, but that was soon gone when he saw the sight of me.

“Y/N?! What happened to you?! Come inside!”

I immediately felt better when I went in. It was like everything bad was left outside the front door. Stan took me upstairs to the bathroom and we sat on the edge of the bath while he dabbed at my bloody face with a damp washcloth.

“What happened to you?”
“Well,” I let a tear run down my face which didn’t go unnoticed, “Henry wanted to know where Ben was and I wouldn’t tell him, so I spat on him and ran to The Barrens with him not far behind. I almost got away but he grabbed me and smacked me across the face so hard that I fell over. Then he kicked me in the stomach.”
“Oh, Y/N-”
“And then I saw It. It was standing on the other side of the stream but I was a massive swarm of-”
“Moths?” Stan knew my biggest fear and I knew his
“Yeah. And I didn’t stop running until I got here, to you.”
Stan looked horrified and angry at the same time.
“I hate Henry Bowers so much. Look what he’s done to you. And It. We need to tell Bill about this tomorrow.”
“Why not now?”
“Because you need to rest, that’s why Y/N. Now, wait right here while I go and get you some clean clothes. How about a shower?”
“Stan, I wouldn’t want to impose on you-”
“Nonsense. Let me do this for you, please.”
“Okay.”

Stan went to get me some clothes and while he did, I thought about how I had narrowly escaped with my life today. Twice. Stan came back in with some of his underwear and one of his t-shirts. I knew it was going to be massive on me.

“How about you take a bath, and I’ll make us something to eat?”
“Stan,” I smiled, “You really don’t need to do all of this for me. I can just go home.”
“Let me do this for you. I want to, and I need to know that you’re okay.”
“Thanks, Stan.”

So Stan Uris ran me a bath and went to make us something to eat. As I eased myself into the hot water, I wondered how the hell I was in this situation. An hour ago I was reading in the library and now I was taking a bath at Stan Uris’ house because I almost got killed twice. It was times like these that made me fucking hate Derry.

When I got out of the bath twenty minutes later the water was murky with dry blood and dirt. I slipped into what Stan had left me and brushed through my wet hair with the comb in the vanity. Stan’s parents definitely weren’t home. As it still hurt to walk, I made my way down to the kitchen slowly and sat at the table. Stan turned around and smiled.

“Are you feeling better? I’ve got some aspirin here. You should take a couple once you’ve eaten.”
“Thank you so much for all this, Stan.”
“Of course.”
Stan put a bowl of steaming soup and toasted soldiers in front of me along with a glass of milk. He sat across from me and watched me eat with a concerned look on his face. When I was finished he took both of my hands in his. I was surprised, to say the least.

Stan cleared his throat. “I don’t know if this is a good time, but when will it ever be if not now? I’m just going to come out and say it, but for a while now I’ve liked you as a lot more than a friend. I’ve been slowly falling in love with you, and I know there’s a lot going on right now, but I think that if you feel the same way, nothing else should matter.”

I was stunned. I knew for a while now that I had felt differently towards Stan than I had with any of the others, but I never would have thought that he felt the same way.

“Me too, Stan. Me too. I think we need to be there for each other now more than ever. Just like now.”

I let go of Stan’s hands and went around to his side of the table. I pulled him up so he was standing and kissed him lightly on the lips. We were both smiling. I couldn’t wait to tell Bev that I’d just had my first kiss with Stan, but most importantly, I couldn’t wait to go forward, knowing that whatever happened to us all in the months to come, Stanley Uris would always be standing right next to me.

Requested by: @mystery-time-lady-of-reading

I’m Not Scared of You

Prompt: “I’m not scared of you.”

AN: I’m getting this up with 6 minutes to spare. Damian won by one vote over Jason. I went with something a bit different today. Hopefully you guys enjoy it!

Words: 935


You take in a deep breath, and steel your nerves. Your hands are tied above your head, and your shoes have been taken from you, making running across the glass shattered on the floor much more difficult. Damian’s words ring in your ears, show no fear. He feeds on fear, it’s what he wants more than anything. He derives pleasure from it.

Your hands are going numb when he comes back in. His green hair is slicked back, and those ruby red lips are in that twisted smile. It takes everything you have to meet his gaze and hold it. He never looks away, and your breathing hitches as he presses his nose into your neck. “Where’s your pretty bird, little girl.”

You’re sad to say your voice shakes a bit, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He takes a step back and his voice rises “The latest boy wonder, a bit taller than me, wears a mask? You know who I’m talking about right?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He lets out this long, dramatic sigh, “Last month, I blew up a mall. Chained twenty people down, and gave the boy wonder time to save only one person. I fully expected him to save the kid. Instead he saves you. Then his disappears with you. Doesn’t take you to a hospital or anything. Just vanishes with you. It got me thinking.”

You know exactly what he’s talking about. It had been a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. You’d been picking up Damian’s Christmas present, when the store you had been in had come under siege. You’d been one of twenty people taken hostage. While batman and the others had been busy on the other side of town, Damian had been left to make the toughest decision of his life. He had chosen to save you over the other nineteen people.

To everyone on the outside it had appeared as though Robin had simply been too late. It had been designed as a personal torment for Damian. To know that he couldn’t save everyone. His nightmares had been times worse than yours. More than once you had curled around him, and lured him back to sleep after he had woken screaming.

It had only been in the past month that Damian had started returning to himself. The two of you had done your best to put it behind you. Neither of you had thought that Joker would pick up on the fact that Damian had taken you straight home. You had underestimated him.

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from saying anything. The Joker just growls and says “Fine, don’t say anything. We’ll have a little bit of fun until bird brain gets here.”

You hurt. Your entire body is in pain. For the past two hours Joker’s minions had been beating the crap out of you. You’d cried all the tears you had. But you refused to give in. “Poor little kitten.” You steel yourself. You take a deep breath, and grit your teeth. Joker’s white hand comes and pushes some hair behind your head “It’s as though you’ve been declawed. Why be so faithful to the little superhero?”

You refuse to say anything. He just shrugs, “Fine don’t say anything, I expect the boy wonder will show up soon enough. In the meantime, I’ll watch you shake in fear for a bit longer.”

That draws out a snarl and you look up and meet those cold fish like eyes “I’m not scared of you.”

He just grins, and says, “Looks like the kitten found her claws.” Just as his hand begins reaching for you there’s a clash of glass as Damian burst through. Joker grins, as several more windows break, and the rest of Damian’s family comes through.

You expect him to go straight for Joker. Instead he comes for you. He immediately cuts you down, and you collapse into his arms. That’s the last thing you remember before you pass out.

You wake up in your room. You’re in your bed, and Damian is curled carefully around you. There’s the faint sound of beeping, and you can’t help but wonder where they got hospital equipment. You keep your eyes closed a bit longer and listen to Damian murmur to you in Arabic. You catch the word Beloved more than once, and he ends each statement with a kiss to your temple.

You open your eyes and give a small tired smile. “Hey you.”

He doesn’t jolt like most people would, he simply brings his face more into view, “Take it easy. You have a broken leg, three cracked ribs, and some deep bruising. Lee said you’ll make a full recovery, though.”

You smile, but the tear begins seeping out. You look him in the eye and say, “I didn’t show fear Damian. I made sure that I didn’t show fear.”

He presses his forehead against you “I know, you’re so strong sweetheart. I’ll make sure he never touches you again.” You sniffle a bit, and he kisses your forehead.

The pain killers start to drag you back under but you hang on long enough to say two things “This wasn’t your fault Damian. I can see the guilt in your eyes, and it’s not your fault.”

“Y/N.”

“No, no self-loathing. Promise me.” He just nods. You give him a small smile, “I love you Damian Wayne.”

He smiles and give you a gentle kiss “I love you too, Y/F/N Y/L/N. I love you so much, my brave little Hell Cat.”

The Daily Life of Infinite

Infinite: I will show you fear, and then pain…

Sonic: Whatever, loser.

Infinite: What!?

Sonic: You think you can scare me? You’re trying way too hard to be cool, when really, you’re just a geek.

Infinite: I’m not a geek! I’m… not… a geek! I’M NOT A GEEK! UUUURRRRAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!

——

Sonic: What are you doing?

Infinite: I’m engulfed by the darkness, waiting for the time to strike against the Ultimate Lifeform, and show him who is superior.

Sonic: So… you’re playing hide and seek?

Infinite: It’s not hide and seek! It’s… not… hide and seek! IT’S NOT HIDE AND SEEK! UUUURRRRAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!

——

Infinite: I’ve been waiting a long time to face you again, little worm.

Shadow: Yeah, I bet you have. I still remember our first match together. You really let out a pathetic shriek when I destroyed you.

Infinite: I didn’t shriek! I… didn’t… shriek! I DIDN’T SHRIEK! UUUURRRRAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!

——

Infinite: You’re just an artifact of your time, echidna.

Knuckles: Oh really? Well you LOOK the part of an antique.

Infinite: I’m not an antique! I’m… not… an antique! I’M NOT AN ANTIQUE! UUUURRRRAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!

——

Sonic: Hey, you’ve got a spot on your face.

Infinite: No I don’t.

Sonic: Yep, you do. It’s right there on your cheek.

Infinite: It’s not on my cheek! It’s… not… on my cheek! IT’S NOT ON MY CHEEK! UUUURRRRAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!

Sonic: Chill out, I was joking. I can’t see through your mask.

——

Robotnik: Why are you watching Rammstein music videos with Greek subtitles?

Infinite: They are German subtitles.

Robotnik: No, you clicked the wrong option. They’re totally Greek.

Infinite: It’s not Greek! It’s… not…

Robotnik: Oh fuck, here we go.

Help? | Castiel x Female Angel!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Alcohol Consumption, Jealous!Cas, Smut, Mating!Kink

Word Count: 2148


(Y/N) POV:

Castiel and I have been inseparable our whole existences. From the moment of our creation we have been at each other’s side. He is my greatest companion and I needed his help. Angels are not beings that can spend their whole existence alone. We were made to find another angel to mate with. They say that there is only one angel that is your true mate but no one knows due to the fact that the lord is quiet these days. It was nearing what is referred to as the ‘mating season.’ Hormones were produced at an alarmingly high rate, desire to find a mate more intense than usual. The longer is takes for an angel to mate, the more difficult the mating season is.

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