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quinncupine · 8 months

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So glad your request are open I love your writing! Here’s a request for you, Deku x fem reader where he’s out on patrol and calls his s/o to check up on her and she doesn’t answer, so he goes home and and sees someone holding the reader hostage and he saves her. Protective worried Izuku wins my heart every time lol

I definitely got a little carried away with this one. This request was a bit similar to the last one, so I took a few liberties, but I hope you'll enjoy it all the same!

Failsafe

Relationship: Izuku Midoriya X Female Reader

Word count: ~7,600

Warnings: Blood, mild language, guns, explosvies, violence

MASTERLIST

The phone buzzed for a second time in his pocket. With a distracted sigh, he pulled it out, only getting a momentary glance at the caller's I.D. Your picture lit up the screen, and he couldn't help the smirk that pulled at the corners of his lips. He moved to answer it, but someone laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Deku, the negotiator just finished the call." Detective Tsukauchi said with a grim look. "Dynamight just arrived as well."

Izuku glanced back down at the phone and declined the call with a promise to call you back once this situation had been handled.

The command center that had been hastily assembled outside of the museum buzzed with activity. Officers had scattered about, all running orders and securing the perimeter of the increasing amount of curious onlookers. Evening had set upon them, bathing the area in golden rays blended with the flashing lights of the nearby cruisers.

Both men headed towards the back of a S.W.A.T. vehicle where Dynamight stood, grumbling about something to a man right outside the truck.

"Dynamight!" Deku called to his old friend as they approached, "It's good to see you! We'll not under these conditions, I suppose."

Hearing his name on familiar lips, he tensed, and turned to glare at the bright beam of a smile being shot his way. "Of course, you'd be here," was his apparent greeting.

"I'm glad you're here," Tsukauchi said to the feisty hero with a nod. "I'm sure you've been briefed on the situation at hand."

"Yeah, a bunch of rich ditz's got themselves kidnapped during their own fundraiser." He snipped, crossing his arms. "The idiots robbing the joint made a mistake during their little heist and decided to make things worse."

Tsukauchi cleared his throat. "Um, well, yes I suppose you could put it that way." Then he turned his attention to the man Katsuki had been talking to earlier. "This is Agent DeLuca. He's our chief negotiator tonight. He'll fill you in on the rest."

"Right," the older man nodded, looking between the three of them, "I've made contact with their leader. He didn't have much to say except for a list of outrageous demands."

"Outrageous?" Izuku asked, curious.

"Yeah," the man chuckled before turning serious. "They want a helicopter landed on that roof," he pointed to the museum, "five fresh pizza's waiting in said helicopter, along with four crates of top shelf sake. They want it all within twenty-eight minutes, or they'll execute their first hostage. And by my count, we have twenty-four minutes left."

"Pizza and booze?" Katuski scoffed. "What're they playin' at?"

"Twenty-eight minutes is a pretty specific timeframe." Izuku cocked his head. "And with those kind of demands It almost seems like they're waiting for something. Stalling."

The phone in his pocket buzzed again but this time he simply reached in and turned it off, mind swirling with possible theories. They had to be aiming toward a bigger goal here. What weren't they seeing?

"Do we have eyes and ears inside?" He peeked into the truck where a wall of screens shone through.

"We managed to patch through to the security system, but they've been hacked. They're just playing the same loop on repeat. We do have a specialist currently working on overriding it, but that's gonna take time." The detective rubbed his head while he explained. "From what we can gather, they still have roughly 18 guests and staff held hostage."

"And that quirk barrier is preventing anyone from getting in," Izuku murmured, examining the building. It emitted a faint purple aura. "I bet holding that up takes a lot of stamina. That could be why they were on such a specific time frame."

"Our men tried to get through." Tsukauchi frowned. "Anyone who touched that thing ended up numb from the shock. That's why you two are here. It might be possible to break through with your quirks. The only problem is alerting the captors."

"They said they'd start shooting the moment anyone stepped foot in that building. Agent DeLuca explained. "At the moment, we're in a deadly stalemate."

Tsukauchi's phone rang, and he excused himself.

Izuku pinched his bottom lip in thought as he faced the building. There were a few ways they could go about this. With Dynamight here, it should make things a little easier. However, he needed to be sure to keep the lives of the civilians as his first priority. So maybe if he-

"Deku," Tsukauchi grabbed his shoulder, pulling him from his ruminations. "Your wife is calling."

He blinked. You were calling again. When he instinctively reached into his pocket wondering how the detective new that, he paused, finally noticing the phone in his hand. Then he noticed the deep-set frown on his face.

A million questions scrambled through his head, but he locked them down in favor of taking the phone. "Hey, is everything alright?"

"Deku, listen closely," you said quietly. Your voice didn't sound right. A slightly slurred warbled edge.

had the baby hairs on his neck on end. "You're going to…to let the men in the museum leave unscathed. You will not pursue. Do this, and everyone gets -" You hitched your breath "- everyone gets to live."

A lingering silence pressed between the two of you. Your labored breaths a loud echo to his ears. It was wrong. So very wrong.

"Are you hurt?" He finally spoke, locking eyes with a concerned detective.

A shuddered sob answered him. It locked his heart in a vice grip to hear you so frightened. So vulnerable. How long had you been like that? How many calls did you try to make to him, and he simply ignored them all? Right when you needed him most. An equal flood of guilt and rage filled his veins. He could feel the sparks of his quirk begging to be let out in the wake of his anger, but he had to reel it in for your sake.

Behind your erratic panic, he could hear it.

The faint puffs of air around your own tattered breaths. Someone was there. Someone was there with you. And if he didn't act carefully, your life would be on the line.

"You have tw-twenty minutes to either s-save the innocent people in that building or come f-find me. There's not…there's not enough time to do both. If not…" you faltered before taking in a sharp drag of air and screaming. "Don't do it, Izuku! Save them! It's a trap. There's a-"

The call abruptly ended.

He stared at the screen. Too many conflicting emotions were battling for control to think clearly. Someone, a villain, had taken you. That much he was certain. There were more men than those five stuck in the museum. But it didn't add up. Even if there was someone from this crew working from the outside, there would simply not be enough time to plan something like this on the spot. Unless…unless it had been orchestrated from the start.

"Deku!" Katsuki snatched the phone out of his hands with an annoyed growl. "Get your head out of your ass. What was that about? You sayin' there's more of these losers?"

Izuku flinched at his words, not realizing he'd been mumbling.

"It's-she…they-" he locked eyes with Katsuki, "-they have her."

He straightened, glancing between the detective and Izuku. "Explain."

And so he did.

A nervous energy he couldn't quite tamper down ran rampant through his body. He itched to just take off and leave to go find you right then and there. But there was more to this than they realized, and if he ran headlong without forethought, it could put not just you but the other hostages in danger.

"That bastard!" Katsuki snapped. "They want to divide our forces. They think they can escape that way."

Yes, Izuku figured as much, but it still didn't change the fact that you were in some slimy villain's hand. He'd already tracked your location from the phone. It pinged from home, but whether you were still with it was up in the air. Those calls he'd missed seemed to be mocking him now.

He couldn't forgive himself for that.

You were calling for help.

You were calling for help, and he didn't answer.

You were calling for help, and he didn't come the one time you truly needed him.

What kind of lousy hero was he?

"Stop that," Katsuki slapped him upside the head, non to gentle either. "I know what you're thinking idiot. This isn't your fault. You just happened to be their target."

"What?" He asked, rubbing the back of his head.

"If they actually put a few braincells together to plan this thing, then it would make sense to have a backup plan. A failsafe of sorts." He tossed a glare towards the building before focusing back on Izuku. "They must've known your route. They must've planned for you to be in the area. What better way to take you out of the equation than to create your own hostage situation? Draw the heroes away."

"I believe Dynamight's got the right idea. They have more men involved than we thought. We'll need to revise our plan." Tsukauchi turned to relay this new information to the command tent.

"We're wasting time." Izuku turned to Katsuki, eyes wide and almost pleading. "I need to go. We're on a time limit. Whatever he has planned….I have to save her."

"You don't think I know that?" He scoffed. "I can handle things here easily. I bet those dumbasses didn't expect me to show up. My route doesn't fall into this sector."

Izuku nodded, grateful that he had arrived, then paused. "Why are you here?"

"Because I had to track down that bastard mugger that managed to escape through here. And if you thought I'd let you steal my crook, then you're dead wrong." He puffed up, daring Izuku to challenge him.

"First time a mugging actually worked in our favor then." He chuckled ironically and grabbed Katsuki's shoulder, his small smile slipping. "Thank you. I'll radio you as soon as I get her back."

"Yeah, yeah," he shrugged off his hand and shooed him away. "Now get out of here before I have to show you up again."

"Wait, Deku," Tsukauchi jogged back over, "I'm coming with you."

"I appreciate it, but I'm faster airborne." Izuku explained, impatience rearing itself in the form of a harried sigh.

"I know, but you're here under our jurisdiction. This kidnapping falls under that. I'm coming." He pulled out his keys and headed towards his car. "We can't rush into this without our own plan. Dynamight can handle things on this end, but i'm coming as backup. There are too many lives at stake here. If you barge in there with quirks blazing and emotions clouding your judgment, then it could spook the boss into doing something we'd all regret."

Logically, Izuku knew this. He did. But he also felt that overstored anger directing itself towards the detective. Izuku could handle a hostage situation. He's handled them before, and he most likely will have to handle them again. Then the rational side to his brain told him it would be good to have backup in case things did end up going wrong. Regardless, he couldn't waste any more time by arguing, so he simply nodded and got in the car.

The moment Tsukauchi started the car, he peeled out past the gathered crowd, straight towards Izuku's home. The same home he shared with you.

The house was silent aside from the low buzz of the television in the other room. It played some show Izuku had been watching earlier before he left for his evening patrol. A hero documentary he's made you watch hundreds of times already. You absentmindedly listened to it as you cooked dinner, making sure to make leftovers for him to reheat once he returned from work.

After making a plate for yourself and storing some in the fridge for him, you dumped everything in the sink for a soak with the intent to come back later to clean. The meal smelled good if your rumbling stomach had anything to say about it. Washing up your hands, you took your plate into the dining room where you could finish watching the show.

On the way there, the lights flickered overhead before the power went out. You paused, staring around in the darkness to see if it would come back on. With the television off, the lifelessness seem quite foreboding as you stood all alone. Left in the quiet of the apartment, you set the plate down and headed into the living room where your phone sat on the coffee table. A quick call to the power company should clear this up.

When you stepped into the living room, using muscle memory to feel your way to the coffee table, the lights suddenly flickered back to life. You blinked rapidly to readjust your eyes as light flooded your vision. Glancing around the empty room, you wondered what had made the power surge like that.

"Weird," you whispered to yourself as you picked up the remote to turn the television back on.

One look at the flatscreen, and you gasped, dropping the remote. A dark, murky shape loomed behind you in the reflection, and before you even had time to react, a sweaty hand wrapped around your mouth and pulled you right off your feet.

You were slammed down into the carpet with a hard smack to your side. The attacker didn't give you much reprieve as you were hoisted back up and thrown onto the coffee table, smashing a vase full of flowers and knocking everything off as he dragged you across the wood surface.

It took a few seconds for your brain to pick up on what happened, and you shoved your legs under his arms and kicked as hard as you could in the groin. He yelped and let go, stumbling back into the couch, clutching himself.

That defense only bought you a limited amount of time. You scrambled off the table and landed on your knees, still a bit disoriented. The phone had landed underneath it, undamaged, in a stroke of luck. Dropping to your stomach, you reached under and nabbed the device.

You knew exactly who to call.

The intruder's hands latched onto your ankle just as you gripped the phone. He pulled your leg so hard you were sure something popped out of its socket. You screamed and twisted over, kicking at him wildly.

He didn't bother trying to hide his face. The man towered over you. He sported a neatly trimmed silver beard with matching square eyes that drilled an icy glare into your own.

"Stop fucking moving!" He growled as you kicked his knee and he doubled over, releasing you.

"Get away!" you screamed out, scurrying to your feet and dashing around the couch in an effort to make it to the door. "Help!" With the phone in your hands, you dialed in the number. He could respond faster than any police. And you would just feel better hearing his voice.

The phone rang twice before it disconnected. There wasn't much time to think about it as you made it to the door. You turned the knob, but a much larger hand snatched your wrist at the same time. The door slammed shut along with your hope.

He towered over you for a terrifying moment before he rammed you into the door. Your body dropped to the floor like a sack of rocks. Pain seared up against your spine where you had impacted.

The phone landed out of reach, corner of the screen smashed. You just prayed it would work.

Still disoriented, you didn't react much when his burly hands seized your throat and easily lifted you off the floor. Panic set in. You didn't even realize what had happened until it was too late. When it did catch back up, you scratched anything you could reach in an exhausted effort to release the pressure on your neck. The only sounds that managed to escape were wheezing gasps that held no form.

Regardless of how this scenario ended, you knew it wouldn't end well for you. This man had strength on his side. Fighting him would be a mistake, so you had to figure out a way to escape. Or, at the very least, call for help. Unless you could reach your phone, you were screwed.

Slippered feet struggled to try to pry him off you. His fingers only seemed to tighten further. Black ebbed at the corners of your vision, and pain blossomed up your head. Thinking, let alone, fighting seemed nearly impossible.

As your swirling vision dimmed, your foot managed to connect with his stomach. You dug your heel in as hard as you could. The fingers around your neck loosened slightly, and the only thing you could think to do was bite down on his hand.

He yelped and threw you against the door where you slumped forward onto your knees, gasping for air. The phone sat within reach, but first you swung out, and sucker punched him right where it hurts most for a second time. He roared and fell backward.

You used the opportunity to dive for your phone and redial Izuku's number, praying he would answer quickly. With a tight grip on the phone, you launched to your feet, swaying dangerously as you stumbled for balance. That hit to your head did more damage than you thought. You were almost sure you had a concussion.

Turning to the door, you glanced down and your heart sunk. It had gone to voicemail again. What was happening? He always answered.

"You're not going anywhere!" He yelled, staggering back to his feet.

Shit. You couldn’t think clearly and wasted too much time stumbling around. Now, he stood between you and the door, giving you quite the death glare.

"Please, just take whatever you want!" you tensed as he stepped closer. "Just…please just let me go."

"That's kinda hard when it's you that I need, now ain't it sweetheart?" He sneered, grabbing hold of the collar of your shirt and twisting you around into a headlock. "Now come on, we've got a schedule to keep."

He squeezed hard, forcing you to shuffle forward, away from the door. He wanted to keep you here? Why? If this had been kidnapping, you were sure he would've taken you somewhere else. Why keep you here unless… Actually, you didn't want to think of those implications.

"Sit," he ordered, not giving you much choice as he shoved you into one of the dining room chairs.

You could try to run again, but you doubted you'd get very far before he caught up to you. And you weren't too keen on figuring out if he really wanted to keep you alive or not. He already looked pissed off as it was.

"What do you want?" you asked, hating how wobbly your voice sounded.

"I want you to make a call," he said, placing a hand on the back of the chair and the table, essentially trapping you between them, "to that little hero of yours."

He wanted you to call Izuku? That was strange. Usually, villains try to steer clear of heroes, not invite them to their crimes. He must have some plan to try to lure Izuku here to do who knows what. As much as you wanted him to come, you also didn't want to walk him right into a trap.

You steeled your nerves and glared up at him. "No."

"Oh, so you wanna play hero now, do ya?" He grinned. "Think you're ready to play in the big leagues, huh? Let's see if ya are!"

His hand moved too quickly. You nearly tumbled out of the chair as his palm struck your cheek. Aching streaks of pain weaved across your stinging skin.

"Don't test me." He leaned so close you could smell the tobacco on his breath. "You're gonna want to make that call, sweetheart, trust me."

He leaned across the table and dragged a large duffle bag into view. How long that had been sitting there, you weren't sure. You actually weren't even sure how he got into the locked apartment in the first place. It seemed a little late to worry about that now, though. With a sadistic smirk, he unzipped the bag and let you have a peek inside. It nearly made your heart stop.

"Now," He pulled out a stack of notecards from his coat and forced them into your hands. "Your job is simple. All you have to do is read these cards. Simple enough, eh?"

As you scanned the cards, your stomach flipped. Did he really expect you to read this? You were too distracted to see him pull out your phone until he grabbed your wrist and used your thumb to unlock it. He put it on speaker as the phone rang. It barely rang once before it went straight to voicemail for a third time. You were starting to worry Izuku had been hurt and unable to answer somehow.

"Hmm," the villain stared at the phone thoughtfully. "Guess he doesn't care so much about ya, huh?"

"Don't say that! You don't know anything about him!" You spit out, then bit your tongue, knowing you shouldn't stoop to his barbs.

"Well, I know he's too busy to answer ya darlin." He chuckled and dialed in a new number. "I'm sure the detective will be more willing to talk, yeah?"

Detective? You only knew one detective. It still struck you as odd that he would call the police on himself. But with the cards and what he had stored in that bag, you were starting to understand your role in all this.

The phone rang, and this time, someone did answer. You refused to say anything. It would be too dangerous to bring him here. Not with what he had planned.

That turned out to be the wrong decision as the man reached into his coat and brought out a handgun. He used the barrel to tap the cards.

"Deku," you whispered, glaring up at the criminal.

"Y/N? It's unusual to hear from you at this hour. Are you alright?" He sounded concerned.

"I…need to speak to Deku," you blinked hard. "Please."

A notable pause hung in the air before he hesitantly spoke. "…alright."

Tsukauchi was a smart man. One of the few who you thought could hold a candle to Izuku's analytical skills. If he could already tell something was wrong, then Izuku would pick up on it immediately.

Suddenly, his voice came on and threw you for a loop. They were already together? It must have to do with whatever these cards meant. It could be the reason he didn't answer. Izuku could be caught up in a case already. But the real question is how did the man know that, let alone know you would have Tsukauchi's number.

"Hey, is everything alright?" He sounded confused with a concerned undertone.

The cards shook in your hands as you scanned them again, debating just going off script. But with that gun looming in front of your face, you wisely decided to play nice.

"Deku, listen closely," you began quietly, knowing your voice had a slight quiver he would undoubtedly pick up on. "You're going to…let the men in the museum leave unscathed. Do this and everyone gets," those next words caught in your throat, "everyone gets to live."

They were using you as some sort of ploy to try to escape whatever situation this gang had found themselves in. Everything about this was just wrong. Now, Izuku would have to worry about rescuing you while also trying to do his job. You loathed every minute of it.

"Are you hurt?" His voice, quiet and low, betrayed the calm air he tried to maintain. A characteristic tone you've heard before. Anger and frustration just barely concealed.

The fact that he knew you were in danger filled you with a sort of relief that now he could finally do something about it. He could fix this. He always managed to fix things.

You tried to answer, but only a garbled sob of mixed syllables spilled from your mouth. It took you a moment to compose yourself again as the man huffed at you, tapping the cards impatiently with his gun.

"You have tw-twenty minutes to decide." More disturbing things were written, but you needed to warn him about what kind of trap he was walking himself into. "Don't do it, Izuku! Save them! It's a trap. There's a-"

The phone crunched in half under his brute strength and he threw it against the wall. Despite your very real fear, you managed to smirk at him. In hindsight, making a man with a gun angry was probably the worst thing to do in your situation. You learned that the hard way as he twirled the gun to his other hand and with a violent swing, he whipped the side of your head, knocking you clean off your chair.

Head throbbing, you clutched the gash just above your temple. A warm, sticky trail of dark red dripped down to your cheek.

"Got a loud mouth, don't ya?" he grinned and hauled you up only to drag you across the floor and dump your ragdoll form into the middle of the living room. You couldn't hide the panic as he knelt by your face, plopping the black duffle from the table next to him. "I'll just leave ya with a little present to greet your hero with. How does that sound. A nice parting gift."

The drive couldn't have taken any longer in Izuku's opinion. Even if Tsukauchi flew down the road, he still wasn't getting there fast enough. A few times, he had been tempted to just jump out and fly the rest of the way there.

He bounced his leg impatiently, glaring out the window as the silence seemed to permeate the air around them.

"We'll get her back," Tsukauchi broke the silence first.

Izuku turned his attention back to his phone. The three missed calls from you berated him each time he looked. He willed his leg to still, but all that pent up adrenaline didn't have any other outlet to escape from.

"This is my fault," he mumbled.

"No, it's not. There's no way you could have predicted this. No one could." Tsuhauchi sighed, turning sharply onto the next street. This was a conversation he'd had with the young man on multiple occasions. He was starting to understand how All Might felt, practically raising the boy through high school. "The only people to blame are the criminals responsible. You know that as well as I do. Thinking that way is only falling into their trap."

He made a noncommittal sound, turning back to obsessing over the missed calls. The rest of the ride was made in silence. Izuku had gotten so lost in thought that he didn't realize they'd parked until Tsukauchi opened the door.

Silently cursing, he blinked back into reality and got out of the car. The two of them headed for the apartment building. Your last known location was here. Though Izuku had doubts that you'd still be here. Most kidnappers took their victims to secondary locations.

They burst through the lobby, startling a poor woman taking her dog out for a walk. She jumped out of the way as they rushed past, yelping when she saw Tsukauchi's drawn gun. They paid her no mind, set on reaching their target.

Izuku took the lead. He raced up the stairs with a spark of his quirk, only stopping when he reached the right floor. Tsukauchi trailed up behind him at his fastest pace. He paused when the door came into view. Closed and undamaged. Whatever lay beyond might be an entirely different story, and it had his heart racing with fear.

"Take it slow," Tsukauchi huffed when he reached the last step. "We don't know what's waiting for us."

"I know," Izuku nodded, taking a spot in front of the door.

He signaled for the detective to take the side. Whoever was in there was sure to be expecting Izuku. He would have to act quickly. When they were in position he readied Fa-jin to break down the door with a strong kick of his leg, but the moment he lifted it, that sharp stab of Danger Sense screamed at him. He tensed and prepared to dodge whatever threat was coming his way, but when nothing came, he set his foot down, examining the door with a critical eye.

"Something's not right," he whispered, hand gently grabbing the handle.

The knob turned slowly in his hand and opened the door just slightly. Danger Sense lit up his spine once again. He drew in a sharp breath when he finally saw where the danger lay.

Opening the door any further could trigger whatever nasty surprise waited inside. He let go of the handle in favor of leaning closer to try to get a glimpse of the room. From his narrow line of sight, he didn't see anything amiss. He would need to see further somehow.

A shimmering line of wire ran across the entryway.

Trap, his mind so helpfully supplied.

"Here," Tsukauchi pulled out a small mirror with a telescopic rod attached. "Use this."

Izuku took it without question. The police had all sorts of gadgets at their disposal. He was just thankful Tsukauchi was here.

As discreetly as he could, he slipped the mirror partly into the doorframe. It gave him a full view of the living room. What he saw nearly made his racing heart stall.

The room was a mess. The coffee table had been kicked over, and the couch pushed off to the side to make room for the single dining chair plopped directly into the center of the disaster. The worst part was the person he cared for most sitting… no, tied to the chair. You were slumped forward and seemingly out cold. A gash in the side of your head trailed dark sticky blood down the side of your face and onto your shirt. Even from a distance, he could tell it was still wet. Still fresh.

You were draped in a throw blanket, which he found odd. It sent alarm bells off in his head. On the other hand, this entire situation was just one blaring alarm.

He was so close. All he needed to do was figure out a way to get to you without tripping any booby traps.

Angling the mirror down, he tracked where the nearly invisible wire led to. His eyes followed it across the floor and right up to you. It threaded under the blanket that had been wrapped across your chest. As he leaned in further to try to see you better, the door creaked slightly.

It caught your attention.

You stirred with a groan and when you looked up, he could see the duct tape sealed over your mouth. As you straightened in your seat, the blanket slipped from your shoulders.

He finally realized why the wire led to you.

"Tsukauchi," Izuku whispered, a slight tremble to his voice. "I need you to evacuate the building and…and call the bomb squad."

It took a few precious minutes, but Izuku had exited the building and now stood on the fire escape, examining the window. Another wire had been threaded around the handle. If he lifted it, it could trigger the bomb. He would need to go about this carefully.

The only good thing was that the top part of the window seemed to be unaffected. After scoping out the interior, he'd come to the conclusion that the man had fled. A smart choice. If you strap your hostage with an explosive, you don't want to be around for the aftermath. A dumb choice to target someone Izuku loved. He'd find the man later, that much he vowed. Right now, he just needed to get you as far from that bomb as possible.

He took a deep breath and in one solid strike, he shattered the top portion of the window. That startled you enough to flinch in your seat, pulling the wires taut.

"Hey, it's alright," Izuku called out softly as he navigated through the window, careful of any more surprises. "It's just me. It's Izuku."

You deflated a little, nodding to show you understood.

The moment he landed, he carefully picked his way through the room until he came face-to-face with you. Your eyes carefully tracked his movement, wary of the various strings attached to the heavy vest you were wearing. He knelt in front of the chair, cupping your bruised cheeks. At the soft contact, you squeezed your eyes shut to blink away the tears.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm right here," He kept his voice low and comforting as he offered you a small smile. "I'll get you out of this, I promise."

Then he dropped his attention down to the explosive. They had strapped you into a Kevlar vest with the clunky explosive sewn right into the fabric. The most worrisome thing was the clock. The numbers were steadily counting down.

Nearly four minutes left.

A time limit.

You did say he had twenty minutes to decide. Didn't the criminals inside the museum say something similar? They must've been working off the same clock. No wonder they gave such a specific time frame.

"Don't worry," he said, looking up when you made a muffled whine of a cry. "I've got people coming to help. People who can disarm this thing in no time." He glanced at the kitchen where you kept the knives. "I just need to get it off you first."

Your reaction caught him off guard. You wildly shook your head, careful of the wires pulling around you. He turned back to you, eyes wide, and hands held out in a pacifying gesture. You only seemed to grow more desperate, shaking your head faster.

"Hey," he laid a hand on your cheek to stop you and forced you to look in his eyes. "Okay, okay."

As you fought back your ragged breaths through your nose, he gently gripped the edges of the tape and slowly peeled it back. You winced as the tape pulled against your skin. The moment your mouth could move, you went into a panicked rant.

"You can't! You can't cut it," you cried, words jumbling over each other as you tried to push them all out at once. "There's a- a failsafe inside the vest. You cut it, and it triggers the bomb. It's the same for these wires," you eyed the wires all connected to various parts of the room. "Any of them pulls too tightly, and it explodes. But the time limit - oh my god, Izuku. It's almost up, I don't - there's no time! There's no time!"

He wrapped his scarred fingers around your chin to center your focus and shushed you before you could run out of breath. "It's going to be okay. I'm here now. I'll get you out of this." His eyes tracked over the vest again, scanning every part of it. He didn't want to tell you that the bomb squad would be at least ten more minutes. There was no time to wait for them. "I'll be right back. Trust me, I promise I'll get you out of this."

If your hands were untied, you would've reached out to stop him. Now that he had come, you were terrified of him leaving. He had a comforting presence that everyone had come to rely on as a hero. He always kept his word. If anyone could get you out of this nightmare, it would be Izuku. You just had to trust he knew what to do. Though the bomb strapped to your chest had built up a raw terror in your chest, making it hard to get even a solid breath in.

Izuku, true to his word, only disappeared for a moment before he returned, kneeling at your side with a knife. "I can disarm it."

Could he? You didn't want to doubt his skills, but you also didn't remember him ever working with bombs like this before.

"Didn't I tell you about those few weeks I spent with SWAT?" He smirked as if reading your mind. "Taught me all sorts of cool stuff." There was a hard edge to his casual tone as he pried open the front of the device to reveal the bevy of wires inside. "This was nothing compared to the kinds of stuff we did. I'll have you out in no time."

You nodded. It was about as much movement the vest would allow at the moment. You could scarcely believe a small contraption like this could be your doom in a matter of mere minutes.

"Izuku," you whispered, looking up at the ceiling as if that would put any distance from you and this death machine. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" He asked, eyes flitting up to meet yours before he refocused on the wires. "This isn't your fault."

Silence fell over the room as you absorbed that. Your fingers held a death grip on the arms of your chair, pulling against the restraints. It felt as if the room grew smaller. The beeping only seemed to be getting louder by the second. Panic had nestled itself deep in your chest, spreading throughout your body as the seconds passed.

"H-how much longer?" You dared to peer down at the clock, angling your head to try to see for yourself.

He didn't answer. You watched his fingers hover over the wires, subtly glancing at the timer but refusing to speak. In other words, not long.

"How much, Izuku?" you said again, gritting your teeth.

"Two minutes," he finally ground out. "I've almost got this figured out. I just need to make sure this one is- it should be…" he trailed off, as his finger followed where the wire connected.

Two minutes.

That wasn't a lot of time. You both knew that much.

"Izuku, I don't want you dying too. Please, just go." You warbled out, straining your head up to the ceiling again to try to stop the ebb of tears. "I don't want you dying for me."

"No one is dying tonight," Izuku chose a wire and locked eyes with you. That determination you'd grown so used to seeing cemented on his face. He looked so confident, you almost believed anything was possible. Hell, maybe it was in a world with someone as determined as him. "Are you ready?"

Drawing in a forced breath, you chewed on your lip and nodded. He hesitated for just a moment before bending the wire and cutting it with the knife. The two of you sat in complete silence, breaths held as he stared at the timer. The numbers stopped just before the minute mark, and relief sagged through his body.

"See, I told you I-" the words died on his tongue as the clock beeped twice and suddenly began counting down at double the speed. "-shit!"

"Get out of here!" You tried to shove him away with what little movement you had in the restraints, wires be damned if it meant he could still survive. "Please, save yourself! Go!"

"NO!" he pulled at the bundle of wires, muttering as his eyes darted between them. "I made a promise, and I refuse to break it! There's no way I'd ever leave you!"

He picked a wire and sliced through it. You squeezed your eyes shut with a whimper.

The beeping stopped again with eight seconds to spare.

Izuku froze, body tense as he stared at the machine, daring it to start again. After a few terrifying seconds, he looked up at you, wide-eyed and slightly shaky. He swallowed, setting his face into a more composed look as he offered you a small smile.

"It worked." He breathed out.

Those unbidden tears leaked from your eyes as you drooped your head froward with a heavy sigh of relief. All that terror that you were storing had nowhere to go. Every part of you buzzed with adrenaline. You were quite literally shaking in your socks.

"Hey," he set down the knife and found your chin. "Are you okay?"

"Still got a bomb strapped to me so 'okay' is a bit relative at the moment." You coughed a harsh chuckle out. Maybe it was the frayed nerves trying to find an outlet out of your system, but you laughed again, harder this time, your body just expelling all your emotions out in the form of near hysteric laughter.

"Uh, right," he mirrored your smile and easily unhooked all the wires connected from your vest to objects around the room. Now that the main trigger had been deactivated, these were just decorations. "I think I'll let the professionals handle this vest. They should be here any minute. But I can at least get you out of those restraints."

Using the knife, he easily tore through the tape to free your arms and legs. When you had freedom of movement again, you grabbed his sleeve and pulled him close, careful of the disarmed bomb on your chest. It was still an explosive, afterall.

"Thank you," you whispered, "thank you for not leaving.

He brushed the hair out of your face and placed a soft kiss to the crown of your head. "I told you, I made a promise, and I never break my promises." Then he pulled back to give you a pout. "But please, don't ever tell me to leave you like that ever again. I could never even think of doing something like that. I would never abandon you, you know that, right?"

The way he looked at you made you feel like you'd kicked a puppy. But in your mind, you just wanted to protect him, too. For the moment, though, you simply nodded and buried your face into his chest, knowing you were safe with him. That you would always be safe with him.

It took another six minutes before the squad arrived and another ten tense minutes with Izuku gripping your hand the entire time to safely remove the bomb. As soon as it slipped off, you rushed into Izuku's arms, trying to entwine yourself as deep as you could with him.

"What about the other hostages? The criminals, too?" you asked, twisting your head up to look at him. "The ones you were supposed to let go?"

"Kacchan, uh, Dynamight handled it." He assured you. "He didn't even need any help taking them down. I think they were counting on this scenario working in their favor. The hostages are safe, and the criminals are in custody."

"Even…" you pinched the fabric of his uniform between your fingers, dropping your gaze to stare at the stitchwork.

"We'll find him. I won't let him get away with this." He assured you, tightening his own hold on you. "But right now, all you need to worry about is getting some rest. Well, actually, we need to get this -" he ghosted his fingertips over the cut above your temple, "-looked at first."

"I'm fine." you waved him off.

"Yeah, you will be," he agreed, pulling you over to the medic who had set up shop on the dining table, just waiting for you. "Once we get you fixed up."

With a small sigh, you sat in one of the chairs, facing the medic. Izuku, who you still had a hold of his sleeve, moved to stand behind you.

"Are you going to leave? I mean, I guess you should. There are other people out there who need you too. And with this whole mess, I'm sure there's a lot of-"

The words were just spilling out of you now, and in the back of your mind, you realized you sounded just like Izuku. You only managed to stop when he bent over and lightly bumped his forehead against yours.

"Take a breath," he gave you a fond smirk, "I'm not going anywhere. Like I said, Kacchan handled it. The only place I need to be right now is by your side."

He stood hunched just inches from your face, and all you could do was stare into his eyes. There were so many emotions swirling through those big green irises, but the biggest one shining through was his sincerity. A solace you didn't realize you needed until just this moment. The warmth he emitted was so comfortable, and the sheer exhaustion from your ordeal had you leaning back into the chair with a tired nod.

"Okay, I trust you," you mumbled, pulling his arm down so you could hug it. "You're a really good hero, Izuku."

He blushed at the soft comment and glanced at the paramedic trying to busy herself with getting her supplies out, but even she couldn't help the little smile that played on her lips.

"She's right, you know," the medic chimed in, gently cleaning your cheek of the blood. "I'd say that was the work of a top-class hero. You should be proud."

Izuku rubbed the back of his head. Years in the field and still hearing something like that overwhelmed his heart so he decided to focus back on you. Your hands were interlocked with his and casually fiddlin with his bony fingers.

A lot that could have gone wrong tonight, and he knew he would be certain to go over every detail in full to make sure those mistakes would never happen again. Not if he was going to be a hero that could protect not just you, but everyone.

Right now, though, he put his analysis on the back burner and turned his full attention to what was most important.

You.

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“Darling, I'm home.„

Kazuha Kaedehara x Reader. Warnings: somehow angst, mention of self harm and suicide

Do not read if it makes you uncomfortable, I'll post more fics in the future without those!

Note: the few next posts will be repost and rework over the fictions i first wrote on wattpad (around a year or two ago), and i felt bad to not bring them here. but i need to rework on some first bc theyre cringe now... and i can only focus on that and not create new one since my health isnt getting any better for now

Official art from Hoyoverse.

It's a bright and sunny day. You're at the Kamisato Estate. You're used to come here now, especially whenever you aren't feeling too well. The scenery is so peaceful it calms even your noisy mind. And today? It's one of these days.

Unfortunately for you, Thoma is away with Ayaka, and Ayato is busy inside. You wouldn't believe the Kamisato siblings would be avalaible for you, after all, would you?

Sitting on the bench, you look up to the sky. You sigh, pulling up your sleeves. When did it all started? And why did you even started it ? Do you remember? All you know is you've done it too much by now. And it isn't the soft cuts anymore.

They're so deep. Even if it ends up healing, if you ever succeed in not opening them again, you'll always have their marks on your arms. But who can you share your burdens to?

Everyone in town loves you, yes, thanks to your business. You're nice and sweet, you wouldn't even hurt a fly. You always seem so confident and sure of yourself. No one could believe you need help.

Whenever you'd see your body, you only feel ugliness. Who wouldn't? It's decorated with scars. On your arms, legs, even on your hips.

Yes, you do have some friends. First, the Kamisato siblings. Even in the nations you already visited. You even managed to have a somehow beginning of friendship with Scaramouche.

So why can't you at least be truly happy? Why can't you be normal once again? Something within you hate to see them hanging together, getting along so well. Is it jealousy perhaps?

“Of course not. I can't be jealous over something so stupid.„ yet, why can't you believe your own words? You sigh. You know since the beginning in what you engaged yourself. She's just your boyfriend's boss. It's thank to her he can live the life he wants and be able to come back every once in a while with you.

Your eyes become teary as the doubts fill your mind. Does he love you? His life is one of sailing, so why did he returned your feelings if he can't be here?

Just this morning, your short blade grazed against your skin, making new scratches. And you just hide them under your sleeves once more. It's time for you to head home.

On your way home, you're lost in your thoughts. Doubts and self loathe fill your mind to the point you don't even notice Ayaka and Thoma coming back from their business. They had to stop you to be able to strike a conversation.

“Oh, dear... Are you alright? You seem pale...„ Ayaka reaches out to brush her fingers against your cheek, her eyes filled with worry. “Oh no.. It's alright. I just need some rest.„ you fake a faint smile.

“If you need, I'm sure my lords wouldn't mind lending you a room for tonight.„ Thoma's gaze softens. He knows that as long as you don't bother neither of them, you would be able to stay. But you dismiss his words. “I appreciate it but... He comes home today..„

You feel your heart pounding at your words. It's true. That's also one of the reason for your emotional distress. After a month, he finally comes back. And your stress couldn't be higher.

Muttering an apology, you hurry home. It isn't luxurious or too spacious, but it's alright. It's more than enough for you.

When you thought your anxiety couldn't become worst, is when it proves you were wrong. You expected him to be already home, but he isn't. You're there, alone. Walking to the calendar, you sigh. “He said he'd come back today...„

You know it's probably just the ship taking more time than what was planned. But your self destructive thoughts never take rest. The voice in your head keeps the same old speech as always. That he's with her, and he's going to leave you.

What could you do now? Beside wait, nothing could be done. Your shoulders dropping in defeat, you silently sit on the couch, staring at the floor.

Three hours passed. Three hours doing nothing more than staring around and overthinking. In the end, you believe he just left without warning you. And just as you're about to give in your despair, you hear a door, and that familiar voice.

“Darling, I'm home.„ you want to get up and jump in his arms, but your body doesn't answer your command. You're so happy he's here, and yet... Tears sting in your eyes. Why are you crying now? He's here, with you. Do you even know if it's tears of joy or not?

His footsteps creep closer, until his head peeks through the doorframe. “Are you home?„ his eyes land on you. He stares at you. Seeing your shoulders shuddering, hearing broken sobs, he's quick to come next to you.

“Love... Are you crying?„ you don't answer. How could you when your voice doesn't want to come out of your throat? He sits down next to you, carefully slipping an arm around your shoulders, his other hand resting on your thigh to caress it in a comforting gesture.

He doesn't pressure you. He knows better than to force you. So he waits until you speak by yourself. “Why... Why am I so hideous..?„ he doesn't say anything. He lets you go on hating yourself for now. He doesn't even know what to do or say exactly, but if just listening can help you, he'd do it.

You rent about everything, not even caring about anything. Your insecurities, your fears, your doubts, even your self harm. He doesn't mention any of that. It's when you finish speaking that he says one thing.

“... Can you let me treat your wounds?„ he doesn't even wait for your answer. He stands up to get some bandages and alcohol to disinfect. You wince at the slight pain, and he tells you to hang in there.

He clearly has no idea how to comfort you, so he then places down the alcohol and bandages, gently wrapping his arms around you.

“I know I sail a lot. That worries you too, but I promise you there isn't a single day I do not think of you. You know that Beidou is nothing more than a friend, and you're the only one in my eyes. I'd never trade you for anyone better, because no one can be better.„

His words make your eyes light up slightly. It's stupid, but just that makes you feel better. Knowing he looks at you so highly. You lean against him, head resting against his chest. His hand caresses your back in gentle stroke.

“As for your... self harm issues. We can work through it together. You can tell me anything, I'd never judge. Just, don't keep it for yourself. You can lean on me whenever you need.„

He chuckles as your eyes stay on him. He kisses your forehead, taking the blanket on the other side of the couch to place it over you.

“You'll get better, and I'll be here along the way for you. We're going to overcome that together. Perhaps I could make you join me for the next sailing with Beidou?„

And just this way, you stayed in his arms for the rest of the evening, and night. What a great way to finish a stressful day.

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spidori · 3 months

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Doctor Danny Fenton: On The Run

Danny knew he was on borrowed time.

Sure, he was harder for Clockwork to find than most- something about it being harder to look for an acausal nexus than a causal one, and the medallion fused into his core severing him from standard causal flow, Dan had explained it to him once, before he... no! Focus Danny! You don't know how long you have until he finds you!

Dragging himself out of his dissociation, Danny took stock. He still had the Infinimap in one hand; it was still green and dripping from something he couldn't afford to think about right now. Where and when had the Infinimap interpreted his shout of "a way to run away" as asking to travel to?

"Dann'O! You're just in time to see our newest upgrades to the speeder!"

"Uhhh... You made it look like a Volkswagen beetle?”

"Oh, Sweetie, no. See!" his mom said, opening up a control panel and poking around, then stepping away from what was now a cargo van.

"Your father and I finally figured out how to fuse ectoplasm with metals to make ecto-alloy! We rebuilt the speeder from it and added a camouflage circuit. Now it can change shape into whatever will blend into the surrounding environment for any ghost hunting scenario."

"And the best part is, it even gives off an ecto-signature! Those spooks won't know what hit 'em when you ambush 'em from this one Mads!"

A transforming vehicle with its own ecto-signature to hide inside? Yeah, that might work, even though Danny remembered the camouflage feature had been a short-lived modification because of how often it would get stuck and have to be put through a hard-reset to get it changing again. And judging by the way the Infinimap was subtly tugging towards the improved speeder that's exactly what it brought him here for.

"Mom, Dad, whatever happens next, I love you, and I'm sorry."

"Danny, sweetie, is something wrong?"

"More than I have time to explain, mom. Look, if you see Jazz... If this timeline... Just, tell Jazz I love her too, ok?"

"Dann'o, you're scaring us."

"I know. I'm sorry. Hopefully you'll have the chance to be able to forgive me for this. Going Ghost!"

Ok. He had made it into the speeder. The new metal wasn't phase-proof, there were pros and cons to that, ones he would consider later if he made it that far. At least the interior was pretty much unchanged, so he'd been able to get the speeder started before he'd heard the sound of a clock tolling and his parents' banging on the door had suddenly stopped.

He'd gunned it into the portal quickly enough to get into the relative safety of the zone before its stop sign frame and hazard pattern doors dissolved into obliterated nothingness along with everything else he had been able to see, or sense, of his home dimension...

Something else to be stuffed in the trauma box to be unpacked never if he was ever able to stop running 'later,' something to unpack 'later.'

The tugging in his hand was getting stronger, so at least he was probably heading in roughly the right direction.

He tried veering a little to the right to see if he could get a better sense for the direction the map was tugging, only for its pull to remain unchanged.

Confused, Danny glanced down to see it was actually tugging towards the dashboard.

Or rather, the ectoplasm- all that remained of Dani... 'LATER!'- which coated it was tugging towards the dashboard.

Desperately hoping this meant there might be something of his favorite halfa left to save, Danny pressed the coated map to the dashboard, and prayed.

Within seconds, the map was gone, absorbed into the speeder. Then things got even weirder.

Weirder than the group of ancients putting aside their many feuds to team up on him had been.

Stranger than those ancients somehow getting the Observants on their side.

More out of the blue than the Observants using their binding vow with Clockwork to force him to try to eliminate any timelines with Danny in them, as well as anyone who was even part Danny.

It had been a hell of a day.

And now the speeder had apparently grown absolutely gigantic after absorbing the Infinimap if the anachrofuturistic room Danny suddenly found himself in was anything to go by.

And according to the view screens it was generating a relativistic time, space, and dimensional tunnel?

Oh Lord. Danny was going to have quite the time explaining this one to his parents if he managed to undo enough of this to have a timeline to return to.

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The tunnel let out in a universe with low-to-minimal ambient ectoplasm according to the external sensor arrays.

That phrasing! That was Exactly how Clockwork had phrased it the last time Danny had talked with him as 'Clockwork'; after the Observants took control of him with their vow he had called himself Chrona, which was the first thing which clued Danny in that something was wrong.

What was it Clockwork had told him?

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"Local ambient ectoplasm levels are an important consideration for stronger ghosts, Danny. Your perception is skewed by the limits of your experiences, as well as your unique biology, but Amity park and the Infinite Realms as a whole are essentially the top of the scale for ambient ectoplasm levels.

Normally, ectoplasm is a renewable, but much more finite resource. A sufficiently powerful ghost can easily consume all that is available in an area with a normal level before they are able to accomplish anything worth the effort if they aren't extremely frugal with their use of power. Normally, it makes any plans which would involve other realms simply not worth the effort and energy expenditure involved, especially with the additional up-front cost of breaching the veil.

There are even locations with low-to-minimal ambient ectoplasm, which makes them practically immune to ghostly influence. Only the very weakest of shades, ones who require next to no ectoplasm to maintain their current state of existence, can naturally persist in such places. Well, them, and extremely rare exceptions such as Halfa's, whose unique state of existence allows them to generate nearly all of the ectoplasm required to sustain their ghostly half. Any other ghosts would have to gather all of the ectoplasm they would need before going to any such spot, like how the astronauts you love so much need to bring everything for survival with them into deep space.

Actually, the deep space metaphor is particularly apt, as there are whole dimensions with far lower levels of ectoplasm than the one you call home.

Should you ever find yourself able to indulge that space obsession of yours, that would be a good place to do it. Most ghosts would be unable to follow you there, and even those who technically could would have great difficulty sustaining themselves once they arived."

"Geez, Gramps, you're feeling talkative today. Usually I can't get anything nearly this direct out of you."

"It will be important for you to understand your options, my young halfa. Speaking of which, keep in mind that your specific nature is vital to your ability to so easily sustain yourself in such environments. Even other halfas will have much more difficulty surviving in the lowest ecto-level locations as a result of their less balanced compositions. I know your young mirror's obsession also involves exploration, but she would require near constant fulfillment of her obsessions to have a hope of generating enough to get by without supplementation for you or another living being with a similar drive to seek new experiences. Mr. Masters would be better off due to his greater degree of human biology, but would also be hindered by the less complete connection to his ghost side. He would likely find transformation essentially impossible outside of survival scenarios- though you yourself probably would as well- and even his human form would experience side-effects like pounding headaches, or the constant sound of his heart pounding in his ears like a drum as it was pushed to maintain his starving ghostly side."

"I'm sure Dani and I could manage. And if we couldn't, we could always call you to pick us up."

"Untrue, actually. Any location with low enough levels to cause young Danielle to suffer would also be extremely difficult for me to reach. Such low levels could require anywhere from days to centuries in order to push enough ectoplasm through the veil to form a link, possibly more if an entity- such as an injured halfa- or anomaly- such as a rift of any kind- on the other side is draining whatever bleeds through. Your own presence may act to shorten that time somewhat if you can generate enough ectoplasm on site, but even then I would have to find you first. My abilities as an ectoplasmic entity rely wholly on manipulation of ectoplasm, and that includes my near omniscience. Should you ever find yourself in a location with sufficiently low ectoplasm, I would have a great deal of difficulty locating you; the link between our cores would mean that I would always be able to locate you eventually, but you would need to stay in one place for quite a while, which would rather defeat the purpose of emergency rescue."

"So if I ever need to hide from you because I actually manage to pull a prank on you which you don't see coming, all I have to do is find and then literally flee to one of a very select subset of alternate dimensions?"

"Pretty much. Although if you're hiding from me you would want to actively muddy the waters as well."

"Setting aside that I don't think I'd ever want to hide from you, Gramps, muddy the waters?"

"I'm a conceptual entity, Danny. I anchor to that concept in every single reality in which it exists. If the concept of time is sufficiently redirected to something or someone else to any degree, whatever portion has been redirected is therefore unavailable for me to latch onto. The same idea applies to Nocturn not being able to enter the DC Dimension because of their Dream of the Endless. Meanwhile, Pandora could enter almost at a whim if not for her guard duties, because that universe associates hope with her almost directly. In my case, anything strongly associated with the flow and concept of time could hinder me, while spreading my own name would allow me a greater share of any ectoplasm generated by the dimension.

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Ok.

Danny could work with this.

He would have to keep traveling so that Clockwork- no, it was Chrona now- couldn't lock onto him or Dani-fused-to-the-dimensionally-traveling-speeder (He would have to workshop that).

If possible, he would also have to find a way to make a myth associated with time in an abnormal manner; the question was how to do that?

And he would need to do all of this while expending as little of his ectoplasm as possible, and probably supplementing Dani's whenever he could if she was ever going to have any chance of reconstituting.

He could definitely work with this; he refused to accept otherwise.

Maybe his parents had left some things he could use in the speeder before they were- 'Later!'

Hmm... No tools lying around... There was the weapons locker, but he should probably use whatever was in those ecto-batteries immediately so they wouldn't act as some kind of concentrated-ecto-homing-beacon. Maybe they could help Dani heal?

As he brought the disconnected batteries to the console in the center of the room, he saw it. There, sticking out of one of the panels which would probably have originally been the cup-holder in the center console before everything was transformed, was his dad's favorite 'screwdriver.' Not that it was even remotely recognizable as a screwdriver anymore; his dad had modified it so many times that it looked more like a futuristic laser pointer now. It had become his favorite hobby project before he was- 'LATER!'

He recognized this one as the version which required next to no ectoplasm to work, but as a trade-off had been completely unable to interact with wood for some reason. Something about still partially living matter and destructive interference with foreign emotional resonance as a naturally evolving survival mechanism in- Ramble 'later', focus on surviving now.

And Danny was actually starting to feel like he could find a way to survive with what he had. It was like his dad had always said about the screwdriver.

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"See how many things it can do now, Dann'O! If I had tried to turn it into this version from the start it never would have worked; I would have gotten frustrated and had to move onto some other project for the sake of my sanity, and our house's walls. But since I took it one small change at a time, look at what I've been able to turn it into.

Incremental change, son! It's how any real change happens. If you want to accomplish something big, you try to choose the things which you think will lead towards wherever you want to end up, especially when they won't get you all the way there, big easy changes like that almost never stick for one reason or another. Over time those small steps add up, and you end up somewhere a lot better than where you started. So, what do you think you can do to apply that to working on your grades?"

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Yeah, Danny could start to do something with what he had. He was still half alive, and could keep himself that way as long as he never stopped running long enough for Chrona to find and catch up to him. He had a Time and Dimensional and Relativistic Space ship (still not quite right, but better) with Dani fused into it to help him do just that. And he had his dad's screwdriver and advice.

So where should he start?

Well, if he wanted to build a myth, and to fulfill his obsessions wherever possible, protecting people while exploring all of time and space was probably as good a way as any. A time-traveling madman with an ever-changing camouflaged space-ship and a 'screwdriver', just passing through, helping out, was sure to get some attention.

It just needed a name to really give people something to latch onto.

He had just gotten his doctorate in engineering before everything went to hell, but as much as he'd like to use Dr. Fenton, that was just laying down a trail and begging Chrona to follow. His real name would probably have to be a closely guarded secret; the title was good though, so instead, he would just call himself

The Doctor.

Now, where should he run to next?

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darsynia · 1 year

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Sneak Peek: Shipping and Handling Ch 1

SERIES MASTERLIST | HAND(S) OFF MASTER | STORY LINK

Story Summary: Whether it's fair or not, you and Steve are chemically linked. The circumstances may have been unusual, but they aren't impossible to replicate, meaning there could be other couples going through the same thing. Dr. Bruce Banner has asked the two of you to submit to a series of tests over a period of weeks, tests that are meant to keep the side-effects you're experiencing at a minimum, but which also mean you'll be seeing more of each other.

As the days pass, two things become clear: proximity doesn't lift the ardor as much as Banner expected... and though you try to keep it to themselves, both you and Steve feel just as emotionally drawn to each other as you are physically. Are those feelings also prompted by Mistress? Is there any way to figure it out ethically? Will the new way you're both seeing Bucky make things worse... or better?

Length/Warnings: snippet is 530 / this is a horny (but not sexual) snippet, minors DNI

The guy at the security counter calls the apartment with a dubious expression that makes you worried about just how much like a vagabond you look, but eventually nods and directs you to an elevator.

“He’ll meet you in the hallway,” the man says, leaning into the elevator car once you’ve boarded to call out a code phrase you don’t recognize. He gives you one last once-over and adds, “It changes every week.”

When the door closes, your imperfect reflection in the silver coating has you scrambling to adjust the moist cling of your blouse on your breasts. Unkempt twists of hair are glued to your cheeks and forehead with perspiration, and you’d completely forgot that for an easy ego boost, you always apply performance-quality red lipstick for final rehearsal.

In short, the security guy had a point.

The doors open before you get a chance for a last once-over after your adjustments. The best you can do is a weird crossed-arms stance with your hands spread wide to obscure just how lovingly your damp red top is cupping your assets.

Thankfully, the man standing in the hallway is Bucky Barnes.

You rush out, dropping your hands to gesture at yourself with one as you laugh into the other. “Do you see this?” you ask, eyes wide. “I guess I’m lucky the guard downstairs didn’t call the cops instead of the apartment!”

Bucky trails his piercing blue eyes along your outfit, his expression impassive. For the first time ever in his presence, you feel a little objectified, but you shake that off. After all, you told him to look-- and given the growing appreciation in his gaze, he’s at least giving you a bit of a self-esteem boost. When Bucky’s finished, having followed through by taking in your pencil skirt and crimson sandals with his head tipped to the side, he finally looks you in the eyes.

“Nice toenail polish,” he smirks.

“I don’t know why I put up with you,” you gripe under your breath. “Please tell me you have a shirt I can borrow? They still have the heat on at the venue, Babs is tearing out her hair. If the forecast is right about how hot it’ll be tomorrow night, we’ll have to hand out free cups of ice to keep an audience.”

“Yeah, but we got a gauntlet to run before that,” he tells you. The apartment door’s open, and he stands to the side, gesturing for you to precede him.

“If it’s related to another set of metal doors and a scary British man telling me to hide, I’ll just walk home, spring heatwave or not.”

“She’s here?” Steve says from inside. He comes out right as you walk over, and both of you stop within inches of each other. “You’re late,” he says-- but the tone of his voice is the exact same stressed, desperate, needy one you’ve tried not to fondly remember. The words, ‘Oh, Steve, if you’re going for ‘stern,’ be careful! hover up as a possible response, but you can’t imagine saying them in anything other than your flirty lounge singer persona, and that would cross too many lines, especially today.

#steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #stucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #stucky x you #bucky barnes x you #tbh the stucky x reader part is slow burn but everything else is on fucking FIRE ok #sex pollen #sex pollen aftermath #somehow plotty sex pollen #i am woefully behind on my reads and writes accounts btw pls forgive me i promise i haven't abandoned them #my life falls apart around me as i write as much smut and clean the house at the same time #canon x reader in the background as my house is overrun with neighborhood rats and might be on fire 'this is fine'#sneak peek #no tags because i am chaos and the chapter will be posted tomorrow #darsy's chaotic tags

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mcflymemes · 1 year

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BARRY MANILOW LYRICS * sentence prompts

i never realized how happy you made me.

i could love you.

there you are, looking just the same as you did last time i touched you.

i tried to tell you there's trouble on the way.

they'll never understand.

even now i think about you as i'm climbing up the stairs.

you came along just like a song.

i lost the feeling that i once had.

i know that your heart of yours will come to see that you belong with me.

i'm finding it hard leaving your love behind me.

there was blood and a single gunshot.

when can i touch you?

i'll be leaving in the morning.

i made it through the rain.

somehow we survive.

it's the only way.

i try, but i just can't.

you were there, everywhere.

one day the sun appears, and we come shining through those lonely years.

just aim beyond the clouds and rise above the crowds.

do you love him as much as i love her?

let me feel the wonder of all of you.

i wonder why it's still so hard without you.

so glad you opened my door.

you kissed me and stopped me from shaking.

i need you today.

could i ever let you go?

i'll stir the fire you feel inside.

this one is so real for me.

we're two ships that pass in the night.

sometimes you feel afraid.

i kept my world protected.

i'll always love you so.

i've been alive forever.

love's easier when it's far away.

i have no right to make you stay.

i'm lost in the feeling.

hold my hand.

looks like we made it.

i'm the one who cries.

we're still here, it's just that we're out of sight.

i'll play you over and over.

i found myself respected by the others who got rained on, too.

then the punches flew.

you're my song.

i never gave you any morning.

i'm ready to put my love on the line for you.

we dreamers have our ways of facing rainy days.

i wake up crying in the middle of the night.

now it all seems lightyears away.

it seems you and i are like strangers a wide ways apart.

i can't smile without you.

you found time enough to love.

i'm ready to take a chance again.

we had the right love at the wrong time.

when will this strong yearning end?

you have to go out on your own.

i tried to tell you there was something that i miss.

we'll just go on burning bright.

one day you'll know i just had to go.

one of these days, you're gonna call my name and i won't be there.

they were young and they had each other.

when will our eyes meet?

i was blinded by your love every time we kissed.

my home lies deep within you.

you get what you get when you go for it.

i wonder every night if you might miss me too.

all i could taste was love the way we made it.

i feel sad when you're sad.

you're gonna see the light.

god, i wish you knew.

like everything else i have, this one's for you.

i've got my own place in your soul.

what's the point in putting it down?

i'm standing on the edge of time.

you came and you gave without taking.

when will i hold you again?

there's so much love to share.

i fight to hide the tears.

sometimes goodbyes are not forever.

guess i always knew inside i wouldn't have you for a long time.

i'm finding it hard to do anything.

you're my life line.

my mom and dad are so proud.

it's harder now we're far away.

nothing's been the same since we've been apart.

i can't laugh. i can't sing.

i still remember, and the feeling's still the same.

chairs were smashed in two.

i'm back in the city where nothing is clear.

it doesn't matter if you're gone.

i'll still be loving you.

with you, i could bring out all the love that i have.

who could ask for more?

this one's for you, wherever you are.

this pain inside of me goes on and on.

i still believe in us together.

if only you knew what i'm going through.

come into my arms.

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starryeyedadmirer · 11 months

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Zachary Smith: What I Love About You

!!CW!! — Body Image, Depression

Synopsis: Zach has been super down since he found out he was pregnant… and, after so long, you’ve gotten tired of seeing him sad. You’ve got a nice dinner planned for this evening — meant to loosen him up a bit, and make him happy — but he’s not to willing to go.

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A/N: This writing is pretty old… and one of the few pieces with Zach that I didn’t lose when my old account got taken down (yes, I’m still bitter about it 😂). Anyway, I went through and revised some stuff, just to clean it up… you all know how it goes… and I’m posting it again here. Thnx.

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You and Zach haven't gone out on the town in a long while now... not since his last pregnancy test showed proof positive — a result that he wasn't all that happy to see. It was the last of seven sticks... the last one that he was willing to pee on. His last hope for a negative. The truth of it all was hard to believe at first, for the both of you... learning that he's carrying your baby, in your current economic position, was a tough pill to choke down... but after thinking it over for a while, you eventually came around to the thought of having a kid. Zach took the news pretty harshly... way worse than you expected him to... and, unlike you, he hasn't had the slightest change of heart in the time that's passed since then. He's been in a state of deep depression for weeks — hasn't had the strength to get out of bed... not even once... wanted to get dressed in the mornings, eat, or groom himself at all. He's just been laying in his own miserable filth... stuck on his side of the bed, having a personal pity party.

It seems like it's been forever since the two of you have done something fun, just by yourselves — since you went somewhere nice and had a good time... without dragging your friends along for the ride. You're both in desperate need for some excitement in your lives... to go out and have a good time on your own, and try and rekindle that dimming flame that burns inside of Zach's heart. You've made big plans for this evening... arranged something special, just for the two of you to enjoy. Zach doesn't know it yet, but you're taking him on a romantic dinner date tonight, at one of the nicest restaurants in town — O'Mally's — which happens to be right across the street from your apartment.

The place has been buzzing for years — with rich folks and celebrities alike, waiting by the hundreds for their chance to dine within the comforts of those gold-plated walls — and somehow, you found an open spot for a reservation at a week's notice. You've got everything you need to make the night special: a bouquet of beautiful roses, a heart-shaped box of milk chocolates, a detailed plan for your dine-and-dash, and a hand-written love letter in your hand — penned specially for him. It won't be much, nowhere near as lengthy as your usual dates — when he used to take you hours away from town, to a gorgeous beach upstate, and watch the sun go down with you in his arms — but it's just what he needs at the moment... a nice, short, romantic outing, that will end with some excitement.

You're in the bathroom now, putting on the nicest outfit that you can throw together — a wine-colored suit, with a white button-down shirt, and a black bow tie. Your look isn't much either... nothing too fancy — but it's just right for O'Mally's. They've got a pretty lenient dress code — business casual — as long as you've got on a good pair of loafers, and a shirt with studs on the collar, you'll be right at home. Your button-down fits a little tighter now than it used to... hugs your body quite nicely under your suit... but you don't mind. Zach loves the look your sympathy weight gives you, it makes him feel a little less bloated than he truly is. You've put on at least 30lbs since he slipped into his depression... given yourself a bigger belly than you could ever give him... but you're in no hurry to work it off, just as long as he thinks it looks good. You give yourself one last look-over in the mirror — straightening your tie a bit — and step out of the bathroom, with your chocolate heart, bouquet of roses, and your romantic letter in-hand.

"Zach!" You sing into the darkness of the connected bedroom — holding your gifts behind your back, so that he can't see them. "Zachary, baby... it's time to wake up, love. We've got somewhere to be."

He's laid out across the top of the bed, with his back smashed against your pillows — his ass on your favorite one — and the comforter balled up between his legs... like a big, puffy body pillow. He looks just as miserable as he did when he read the results on that plastic stick... just as pale, and dead in the face... and he's still wearing the same old clothes: a black wife-beater, grey sweats, and a pink hair bonnet — the one that your sister gave him. It's clear that he hasn't showered in at least two weeks... hasn't brushed his teeth, or been to the bathroom in ages. He's probably bloated up with a lot more that just your baby, underneath that comforter. You know for a fact that your pillow smells like swampy ass and sweat now... not that you mind it. You're used to the fragrances of his body odors.... each and every aroma that he's capable of making. They don't bother you a at all... but you'll definitely wash your bedding the second you two get back though, just to make sure you don't get pink-eye again.

"Hmm? What?" He groans, rolling around in the sloppy mess he's made. "I don't wanna go anywhere right now... I'm tired."

"Tired, baby? You've been asleep all day. C'mon, come with me to dinner. I promise we won't be out for too long. Maybe an hour... two max." You place your gifts down on the reading chair beside the bathroom door, and take a seat at his feet. The sweaty, sour stench of b.o. hits your nostrils the second you sit down — his horrid air. He's completely immersed in a gross, cheesy odor — similar to that of an old block of cheddar, that's been sat out in the sun for days, to rot and collect mold — like it's seeping out of each of his pores. It's not too high on his stink scale — it measures at a decent six, or a good seven... at most — just slightly unbreathable. Reluctant to touch him, you rest your hand on one of his ankles, gently shaking it. "Oh yeah, Zach... we gotta get you up and showered. Can't get into O'Mally's if we go out smelling like sweaty toes."

"O—O'Mally's? That restaurant across the street? No. I don't wanna go there... it's too expensive."

"But, honey, I've already got the reservation. And look at me... I'm all dressed up. C'mon, it'll be special."

He raises his head up from the mattress and looks you up and down. "No." He whines. "We can't afford it... and it's too fancy. I don't have any suits."

"So you can borrow one of mine, baby. I've got a few in the closet. I'll give you the green one." You hop up from the mattress and head over to the closet. "It's in here somewhere, I know it! I'll dress you in it, and we can head out... even with you smelling like that... I don't mind."

"What? I told you I'm not going."

"Yes you are. You need to get out of the house, okay... get a breath of fresh air. I'm tired of seeing you mope around in bed, Zach. It's not the end of the world just because we're pregnant, ya know... these are the times that we're supposed to be the most happy, and intimate with one another. Here it is!" You toss your green suit down on the end of the bed... on the exposed mattress. It's still as good as new — wrapped up in plastic from the first time that you wore it. "Swipe on some deodorant and put that on. We're not missing that reservation."

He rolls to the end of the bed and hesitantly grabs the suit. "Well... why'd you choose this one for me? You know green isn't my color. Don't you have plain black in there somewhere?"

"Trust me, baby, green looks great on you. If you can rock a pair of Kermit the Frog underwear, you can wear a green suit. Those are the underwear that got you knocked up, remember?"

"That's not funny," he sneers, "Put this back... I'm going back to bed."

"No you're not. I've made this night too special for you not to go through with it. It's been a long time since we went out by ourselves, and you're not going to ruin this for us. I spent the last of my paycheck on chocolates and flowers to surprise you with, Zach... and you don't have to worry about how we're going to pay for this dinner. I've already got that figured out. I even wrote you a sweet letter, Zach... and now none of it is a surprise anymore, and I fucked it up!"

He sits up on the edge of the bed, holding the suit up in front of him. "Woah... calm down. I'll... I'll go. I didn't know you put so much into it, dude... sorry. I've got one condition though. You gotta give me those chocolates right now... your kid is craving them, all of a sudden... oh, and read me that letter... out loud. I wanna hear it." You can sense the trouble in his voice — the sudden tinge of playfulness in his tone.

"Okay... here." You run over to the reading chair, and hand him the heart-shaped box. "There's your chocolate, now put on that suit... then I'll read the letter."

"Fine." He gets up on his feet for the first time in weeks — a chocolate-induced miracle — and steps out of his old sweatpants. He's completely naked under them, fully exposed now — in all of his pink, limp glory. Somehow, the smell in the room has gotten worse — amplified with the added scent of sweaty ass and dirty balls. "I'm putting on your suit, okay... so start reading."

"Whatever." You pick up the sheet of paper, taking a deep breath before you begin to read what you've written down. "Okay. Here it goes..."

Dear Zach,

I know you've been depressed and super down on yourself lately... and I can't stand to see you so broken. It kills me to see you lying in bed every day... wasting away... compromising your health, and the health of our child. You need to be strong right now, for the both of us. You're dealing with something that I may never understand... and I know that isn't easy. I say all that to say this ~ I love you, and I'll be here for you... whether you realize it or not.

"What the fuck is this." Zach scoffs, stepping into each leg of your green pants. "Is this supposed to be some sort of intervention or something? You trying to lecture me for sleeping?"

"No, that's not what this is, babe. Just listen, okay. This is supposed to be sweet."

I love you more than you'll ever know. I love everything about you. How messy your hair is in the morning, that you look like you fell asleep in the middle of a wind storm... how squeaky and horse your voice gets when you try to sing... those goofy little characters you always do when you're telling a story... and how you get glitter in your eyes whenever you do your makeup. I love everything about you, all the little things. Like how runny your nose gets when it's cold... how it blushes bright red whenever we visit my parents up north. I love the way your lips curl inward when you smile, like your trying to bite your gums... and how your teeth turn pink whenever you eat strawberry ice cream.

I love everything about your body... even when you don't. I love that little mole on your back... the one you know is there, but you can never see. I love the little hairs on your chest that refuse to grow any longer than a few millimeters... and all the little scars left on your arm from when you fell in the parking lot of that grocery store, that one time back in high school. I love your fingernails... the dirt that gets under them sometimes, that I always have to fish out with the toothpicks in the kitchen... and how you always paint them black before we go somewhere with Carrie and Jonesy. I even love the not so pretty things... the things about your that you always say are gross. I love the smell of your breath in the morning, and telling you to go brush your teeth the second you open your mouth, even though you don't listen to me anymore... and the musky smell of your armpits when you haven't showered for a while. I love the cheesy stuff that gets between your toes when you haven't been wearing socks in your shoes... and how your feet smell when they get all sweaty. I love your little belly button... sticking my tongue and fingers in there when you least expect it.

I love everything about you.... But most of all, I love that you're having our baby. I love bringing you your breakfast, lunch, and dinner... and rolling you over to see how much you've grown. I love calling your doctor, to set up the appointments that we never go to... and I love reading those Week-by-Week websites with you, to keep up with your progress. I love opening the bedroom door, and watching you sleep... knowing where you are at all times, and that you're fine in bed. I love nursing you back to health when you're feeling really sick, and watching your diet. I love rubbing your smelly feet, and massaging your belly with that stuff your doctor suggested, to minimize your stretch marks... which I also love... and having conversations with whoever's in your tummy right now. I love everything about you, and them... and I hope, from the bottom of my heart, that you know that.

"There... that's the note." You sigh — feeing somewhat embarrassed — happy to finally be done reading. "That was the note. I know it's not a masterpiece or anything, but it's the best I could do."

"No... no..." he grunts, pulling your pants up over his thighs, "That was... really sweet. I guess I've been a little unfair to you lately... I'm sorry."

"No... you haven't. This... this isn't about me at all. Don't apologize... you agreeing to come to dinner is enough. I'm pretty sure I beat out Justin and Hailey Bieber for our table, so... that's nice. You can sleep as long as you want when we get back home, okay... just let me wash these sheets first."

"Alright. Just making it clear though, you're such a fucking nerd for writing that whole thing. Now... uh... can you help me pull up these pants? I can't fit them over my ass, which you forgot to put on your list of things you love."

"Oh, did I? Come here... I got you."

Thanks for reading ❤️❤️❤️!!!

#starry eyes #mpreg fic #zachary smith #zachary smith mpreg

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duckapus · 6 months

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It's the middle of the night at Glitch Productions, and all is dark and quiet as all the staff have long since gone home.

That is, until the monitor of one very special computer suddenly turns on on its own, and a certain supervillain eggplant peeks from off-screen out into the real world before hopping out onto the desktop (of the computer, not the actual desk it's sitting on).

"All clear, perfect."

"And why are we here again?"

"Just a sec, gotta find it first." As he says this, Garyboy hops around the screen, looking around all the icons for one in particular.

"Well, I say we, but I really mean you, seeing as despite our alliance I am STILL TRAPPED IN THIS SUN-SCORCHED NIGHTMARE!!!"

True enough, the great virus Ozymandias is not actually present. Instead, Garyboy has managed to finagle the camera, microphone, and speaker in his suit to allow his new boss to see what he sees, hear what he hears, and speak to him, even with the entire internet between them (though in certain high-traffic areas the connection can get a bit spotty).

"Well, yeah. If I let you out now, you'll just do exactly what got you caught the first two times!"

"...Fair enough. I suppose this is meant to be my first lesson in these "strategy" and "subtlety" concepts you mentioned?"

"Exactly. Ah, here we go!" He opens a folder, revealing two other folders inside, "Alright, within these folders are the files needed to run the two candidates for the next SMG universe. Now, if you were here, what would you do?"

"Destroy them utterly, of course. Along with everything else in this place."

"Right. Now, I don't want to do that. While destroying two entire universes would be satisfying in the short term, there would be too much evidence tying it back to me and I'd be hunted to the ends of the multiverse and deleted with extreme prejudice."

"There is logic in that, I suppose. So what will you do then?"

"I'm glad you asked!" He extends his prehensile Super Suction Ears to manipulate the window's controls, explaining his actions as he goes, "First, I create an empty folder with the same name as one of the existing folders. Normally you can't do that, but I'm using a bit of my venom to trick the system. Not enough to cause real damage, but that also means it's a small enough amount to not be traced. Then, I put the original folder inside the other game's folder, and use the same trick as with the names to fudge the memory values. And now that I'm done, I close the window so it's like I was never here."

"...That's it? What did that even accomplish?"

"Well, nothing right now, but when it's time to install the SMG Mod it'll be an absolute disaster!"

"How so?"

Garyboy leaves the desktop to return to the portal he'd used to get here, speaking as he goes, "With how I've set things up, one of two things will happen. Either they'll try to install the Mod in the empty folder and the SMGs will fade away into nothing without an Avatar to anchor them, or they'll try to install it on the other folder and...well, I don't know what'll happen. No one knows what happens if you try to add one set of SMGs to two games at once. No Admin is stupid enough to try. But I bet it won't be anything good."

"Fascinating. Perhaps there is something to this whole "subtlety" thing."

#smg4 #smg4 ocs #garyboy #ozymandias #uh oh #the kind of voice i was going for with garyboy is basically “larry but evil” because...well that's what he IS #ending's a but abrupt but oh well #what a wonderful game au

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annaphoenix1994 · 9 months

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Ch.111 - The Rileys - Part 3

Previous Chapter - Masterlist 1; Masterlist 2 - Next Chapter

Aside from juicy smut, we get some juicy little details...

"You like teasing me the way you do, love?" Simon growled into Kiera's ear as she was bent over the small table that was in their hotel room after a long night of walking the Las Vegas Strip once their dinner was over. "You like wearing a sexy little number like this and expect me not to want to touch you?"

"That's why I do it, babe," She moaned, gripping the edge of the table as his thrusts became sharper, indicating that his climax was on the horizon. "I love when you touch me."

He groaned in reply, "Just like I love when you tease me the way you do and my reward is watching you be flustered all night until I could get a hold of you. If only you would've let me have you on the High Roller."

"I should have," She breathed a giggle. "I know you can make it quick."

"I don't care about getting myself off. Just you," He growled before tapping the outside of her left thigh with his left hand. "Now, put this leg on the table. I think you've earned your orgasm tonight."

"Please!"

"Please, what?"

"Please, sir!"

"Good girl," He rasped, thrusting his hips a bit faster now that he felt her walls contracting around him. "Let go for me."

Once he felt her legs tremble, it wasn't long before she released a moan that was louder than what he was used to hearing - almost like a shriek, he too was briefly startled before she tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, taking a deep breath of relief once her orgasm subsided. It's been so long...

He wasn't far behind her, halting briefly to release inside of her as he leant over to place kisses on her bare shoulder before he withdrew. "Look at you, love." He breathed a chuckle.

"I'm afraid to."

"Shouldn't be," He breathed. "Let's get you cleaned up. I'm afraid I've made a mess."

"That you have," She breathed, letting him remove her dress completely while she took down her hair and rid her feet from her heels. "Shower, then bath?"

He smirked, "Whatever you wish, love. When I get you taken care of, I'll order some room service and you can pick us out a movie. Our flight leaves tomorrow evening-"

"You still haven't told me where we're going!"

"It's important," He shook his head, reaching past her to turn on the shower once he had led her into the bathroom. "I want to see the look on your face once we get there. It'll be priceless."

She blushed, "Is it something I could figure out?"

"Very much so if I give you a hint now. Get in." He smirked, nodding his head for her to enter the shower first after he had held his fingers under the water to ensure it wasn't too hot for her.

"Please? Just a hint!"

"Now you're sounding like Baler when he wanted in on what you were planning for Christmas. You'll see when we get there." He chuckled.

"Fine," She huffed. "I trust you."

"I'd hope so. Otherwise, you wouldn't have married me."

"I wouldn't have even invited you to come home with me the first time if I didn't trust you!" She laughed, turning around in his arms to reward him with a kiss as he had begun putting shampoo into her hair while she spread body wash along the column of his back.

"Love, we've already finished half of this popcorn and almost dug into this entire cheesecake and you still haven't found a movie!" Simon teased, smirking at how Kiera sat on the edge of the bed as she continued to scroll through her Peacock account for any movie that sparked both of their interests.

"Well, do you want to watch a good movie or would you rather watch something boring?"

"I don't care what you put on, love. I'll always change it when you fall asleep anyway."

She scoffed, "I won't fall asleep if it's something I'm interested in!"

"Keep telling yourself that," He snickered. "I'll be here tomorrow to tell you that you fell asleep within thirty minutes and I'll end up eating this cheesecake all by myself."

"You won't let yourself do that," She giggled, shaking her head. "You're too obsessed on keeping yourself fit to eat an entire cheesecake."

"Well, it is our honeymoon and this is a bloody good cheesecake. I didn't pay twenty-five dollars for it to go to waste," He shrugged. "I can work it off later."

"Mhm. You'll have a true dad-bod before you know it!"

"I'll be damned."

"Have you talked to Price much?" She randomly questioned, the thought of how the Captain was doing crossing her mind.

"Every other day or so. He called me before the wedding, but I haven't heard from him since. Why?"

"I was just curious is all."

"What's on your mind?"

"Nothing, Simon. I was just curious as to how he was doing." She giggled.

"Love, I know there's more to that." He arched his brow. I know you like the back of my hand, sweetheart. Something is eating at you and I don't like it.

"I had a dream-"

"Now you sound like Martin Luther King-"

"-I had a dream last night that you got a call to go back."

"Back to where?"

"Wherever Price told you to go. And the worst part of it was that it was Makarov your team was after. Just like last time."

Simon scoffed, "That bloke? That won't happen."

She knew he was lying.

"You... You did kill him, right? When you and Soap were deployed last?"

Again, she knew he was lying. Especially when he broke eye contact with her.

"I don't want to talk about this right now, Kiera-"

"I don't either, but I just want reassurance."

"Reassurance about what?"

"Did he die or not?"

He huffed.

"I'll take that as a no," She frowned.

"No, he didn't. Soap told me that Price informed him that he got away."

"How long have you known this?"

"Since Soap moved to Wyoming, love."

"So, when that bastard decides to make another move to start a war again, are you going to go?"

"I have priorities now."

"Simple question, Simon."

"No. I'm not. Dealing with Makarov is a suicide mission and I told Price to stay out of it if he got the call, but-"

"-But if there is a call, you'd go back?"

"I'm not on active duty anymore, Kiera."

That was another lie. Simon was technically on earned leave, having the authority by both Price and Laswell to do most of his paperwork to stay on call while not busy at his normal job. He hated keeping this secret from Kiera, his own wife, but he also couldn't help but feel obligated to go back when his team was called back to the field.

"Not what I asked."

"I wouldn't want to, no. Especially with my responsibilities now."

"I know, but you'd feel obligated to if Price called."

"I would, yes."

"I understand."

"Come here," He spoke softly, knowing that whatever it was she had dreamt about had been on her mind for quite some time. He moved the cheesecake aside as he helped guide her to lay next to him, her head on his chest. "It's been over a year now, love."

"So? If he got away, then I'm sure he's laying low for a while. I don't want you to go off again," She sighed. "It was hard enough being away from you for however long it was last time and now I'll have three kids wondering where their father is."

"I don't want to go off again either, but I can't just sit back and watch my teammates go off without me," He sighed. "Before you and I met, they were my only family."

"I know."

"But we'll cross that bridge when it arises," He breathed. "For now, let's finish off this cheesecake before you and I take a long flight, yeah?"

She smiled, "Okay, Simon."

Urzikstan Liberation Force

His boots were heavy against the concrete floor of the headquarters, his gear rattling against him with every long stride of his legs, hooking his thumbs into his tactical vest as he presented himself into the conference room.

"Commander Karim!" He voiced, nodding his head in greeting, his voice still strained from his intense healing process from his nearly fatal shot.

"My directions were clear?"

"Well, there's not much I can't find," He shrugged. "Alex, pleasure to see you again."

"The Shadow himself," Alex smirked.

"Welcome, Graves." Farah nodded.

"Heard Kiera Dutton got a hold of you in South America."

Graves shook his head and gulped before pulling his collar away from his neck, showing the awful mound of scar tissue that was in place of the hole that was once there, "I like her style, but I was unfortunate to get into the crossfire of her intended target. What else have ya heard?"

"We're fighting our own battles here. We have no time for rumors." Farah replied, arching her brow.

"Farah, I've always liked your style. Respect." He chuckled.

"You've been helpful to our cause."

"You can thank General Shepherd for that."

"Been a minute since we've heard from the General," Alex sighed. "Almost three years now."

"Well, he's uh, retired."

"I had no idea!"

"War is everywhere."

"Ain't that the truth," Graves shook his head, looking down at the map on the table before him. "Battle plans, yeah?"

"Al Mazrah," Farah answered, her palms flat against the table.

"Russians are in country."

"Yeah... Konni Group," Graves sighed. "Right in your backyard."

"What do you propose?"

"Striking while the iron is hot."

"Before they move into Urzikstan?"

"We combine forces," Graves arched his brow, pinching a fifty caliber bullet between his index finger and thumb before placing it on a specific area of the map. "Send Konni packing back to Moscow."

Farah and Alex looked at each other, Alex's gaze lingering on her after she had looked away for a few seconds as if they had secretly spoken to each other without any words at all.

He saw Farah's concern about taking on another Commander.

But he also saw something else in her eyes...

"I like the sound of that." She replied, resting her full magazine onto the map.

"Good. Let's unleash the beast then, shall we?"

"Of course." She nodded, taking his handshake to seal their deal.

"Great. I'll leave you to compose a plan."

"I'll keep in touch."

Graves nodded, smirking before he and one of his Shadows left the room, leaving Alex and Farah in the room alone to discuss their concerns. "Why would Graves and Kiera be on an assignment together?" Farah asked, knowing Kiera on a personal level, but not personal enough to know her private life. Hell, she and Alex had no idea she and Simon were married and had two children together.

And it would stay that way.

Alex shrugged, "Maybe they were deployed together? I don't know."

Farah shook her head, "It's unusual."

"Why's that?"

"Because Kiera works alone. She's never assigned with someone else intentionally."

"Unless she chose to work with him for intel?"

"You don't understand, Alex," She sighed. "Let's just keep our eyes open on this."

"Yes ma'am."

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flyingwargle · 1 year

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happy holidays, everyone! may your end of the year be joyous and i wish you all the best! <3

the holiday season never appealed to albedo, as he found them troublesome, unnecessarily extravagant. while he traveled with rhinedottir, she would create a meal with local delicacies or indulge in sweets. when he first arrived in mondstadt, he would hide away in dragonspine until the new year comes, but in recent years, he started to attend the annual banquet, accept invitations to different house parties, ring in the new year with friends.

this year is also different, as it's the first holiday shared with his partner.

a fire warms the house in its hearth. a fir garland rests above it, along with several stockings. the dining table is already prepared with plain wooden ornaments and paints. a naked fir tree sits in the corner, covered only with a white cotton cloth at the bottom. outside, snowflakes continue to cascade upon the city.

klee jumps at the sound of knocks. "i'll get it!" a whoosh of cold air sweeps in, as a result. "uncle xiao! qiqi!"

"hello." the yaksha wears a heavy cloak over his attire. qiqi, too, has earmuffs and gloves. "is albedo home?"

"of course." he steps into view. "come in - i have hot chocolate prepared."

"yay! albedo's hot chocolate is the best!" klee pulls qiqi inside, while albedo takes her place to kiss xiao's cheek, cold to the touch.

"thank you for coming. shall we?" he offers him his hand.

xiao takes it in his own gloved hand to kiss. "lead the way."

with cups of hot chocolate, they begin the arduous task of decorating the tree - first with painting the wooden ornaments. there are multiple shapes from snowflakes, hearts, baubles, and others, free to be designed any which way. klee takes all the red paint for herself; qiqi takes blue and purple. that leaves the rest for the couple.

"what are you drawing?" xiao looks over at the delicate pen bringing a sketch to life within a bauble ornament.

"just doodles of us. you'll see." albedo gives a cryptic smile. xiao doesn't persist, simply returns to his own patterns.

the pile of unpainted ornaments dwindle. halfway through, they line them neatly on the coffee table to dry. qiqi's are painted with solid colors, with a few attempts at drawing; klee's have a combination of colors with minimal designs; and xiao's are all one color each. albedo, of course, designed something different, although most of his are baubles. "klee wanted to paint a round one," she pouts.

"i'll give you one afterwards. shall we have some lunch?"

after some cream stew, they continue their task. once all the ornaments are painted, albedo takes out the lights to wind around the tree, and xiao lifts qiqi up to position a golden star at the very top. finally, they hook the dried ornaments and step back to observe in full.

it's a mosiac of color. the other ornaments highlight the narrative that albedo paints, a story of how he and xiao met in the dead of night, confessed beneath the stars, kissed in front of the moon. he also has sketches of wangshu inn, starsnatch cliff, jueyun karst, starfell lake.

"it's so pretty!" klee gushes.

"qiqi...likes it," qiqi agrees.

albedo glances at xiao. his flabbergasted expression is all he needs. "i assume you share a similar sentiment?" he asks.

xiao nods. he turns to hug him, a surprising show of affection. the girls squeal when he kisses him, expression soft. "i can't imagine being anywhere else for the holidays."

"me neither." albedo kisses him back, ignoring the girls' reaction again. "happy holidays, my love."

#genshin impact #drabble #text #xiao #albedo #qiqi #klee #xiaobedo #albexiao #happy holidays #tales of the heart

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hawks-dabi-levi · 2 years

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Hawks X Reader- Unjustified part/chapter 1

The last time I saw them, my parents, was when I was 5.

“ Come on mama” I called, “ Daddy's home!” I ran through the snow, my small feet sinking into the soft but crunchy white ground.

My father was a good man…

“ Sweet heart, stay back!” I heard my father yell from the car. It sounded like he was already out of the vehicle.

My Mother was a good woman…

“OH MY GOD! Y/N STOP” my mother screamed. She seemed panicked, yet I didn't understand why. It was just dad wasn't it?

They were good people…

I reached the car, and saw dad with a man behind him with a knife to daddy’s throat and holding a gun towards my mother, aimed for her chest.

They didn't deserve to go out like that.

Simultaneously he dragged the knife across and pulled the trigger.

I was shaken awake by a hand on my shoulder. “...Y/n, come on, you don’t want to be late for your first day do you?” the familiar voice of my adoptive mother, Angie, said sweetly.

I rose out of bed as she left the room. She’s my only guardian at the moment, the only one left to raise me. Angie has been there for me since the age of 10. After my parent’s traumatizing death, I bounced from foster home to foster home till I found Angie. She was the only one that seemed to care.

I got out of my thoughts as my feet hit the cold floor with a soft thump and patted across the floor as I walked to my closet. I pulled out a shiny new UA Uniform along with the bright red tie that goes with it.

Today I start at UA High School. I was a late transfer from Isami Academy as a third year student. Though it's a little late in the year, it was just early enough to let me into the Hero Course.

Once I was officially ready, I quickly went downstairs and grabbed a bite to eat. “ eager aren't we?” Angie asked. “ Nope,” I replied, “ just need to get this over with.” I grabbed a pastry off the counter and went out the door.

…

Walking through the city and finding the directions was a pain. Each sign sent me in a different direction that just seemed further away from my destination. I checked my watch to see that I had another 10 minutes till I needed to be in the classroom.

‘Well, looks like I need to make a run for it,’ I thought as my pace picked up. I quickly scanned each sign as I ran to see which direction I needed to go and within a few minutes, I finally reached the front of UA HIgh.

Going inside, I realized that I did not know which classroom I was to go to so I roamed the halls aimlessly. I saw a sign above a classroom door that stated “1-A” and decided to ask someone in there where I needed to go.

When I opened the door, a loud boom and pop was heard. I saw an angered blond haired boy holding a thoroughly terrified green haired boy.

“ How the hell did you beat me?!” the blond shouted. The other student looked as if this was a normal occurrence and turned their attention to me. I was so startled from the sight in front of me that I didn't see a brunette girl coming up to me until she tapped my shoulder.

“ Um…excuse me but who are you? She asked. I turned to her as I shifted my attention. “Oh! I'm sorry, I'm Y/N L/N. I’m a Third year student but I have no idea where I'm going. I don't mean to be a problem but could someone point me in the right direction?” I replied as I bowed my head in politeness.

Suddenly a bright yellow, worm-like thing came up behind me. “ Actually, you're in the right place, L/N. You'll be joining this class as a third year student in the first year class. Since you were a late transfer, all third year classes were full.” it spoke as it unzips to reveal a raven haired man, with a small scar under his eye and a scruff on his chin. He wore a scarf made of some type of weird material around his neck and a pair of bright yellow goggles with lines in the eyes on top of his head.

“ You'll be staying with us for now but you will still be participating in the third year's work as well as the first years,” he continued. “ oh ok” I said as I scratched the back of my neck from embarrassment. “ Ok then, since you'll be here with us, it's only fair that you know our names too.” a black haired girl said as she came up to me. “ I’m Momo Yaoyorozu'' she said. Another girl with pink skin came up to me, “ I’m Mina Ashido.” Then there was another voice, “ I’m Eirjio Kirishima.” There were a dozen other voices but none of them seemed to stick.

Everything was then interrupted by a bell as the man from the yellow sleeping bag walked to the big desk centered in the front of the room. Everyone took their seats as I stood there like an idiot.

“ L/n, you can sit in the seat next to Todoroki.” The man said as the said boy looked back at me. His bicolored eyes followed me as I sat at the desk to his right. He didn't look very trusting and honestly I was a bit intimidated. He looked to be the son of Endeavor , the number 2 Pro Hero. His white and red hair reminded me of the red blood and white snow from that day.

I averted my gaze from him and back to the front of the class. “ Before we start, I'd like you to refer to me as Mr. Aizawa during school,” he said, more directed towards me so I replied with a simple ‘Yes Sir’ as he began class.

…

We had a loud blond haired male by the name of President Mike teaching ELA. I don’t know why I didn't recognize them sooner as the Pro hero EraserHead and President Mike. I guess I was pretty overwhelmed with everything at the start but things are starting to settle.

During the lecture, I felt my mind slipping into a dreamland.

“Yugi! hurry up “ I yelled for my older brother. It's finally summer and I'm so excited to go to the lake.

“ I'm coming, jezz” he said as he came down the stairs, towel and sunscreen in hand. I was bouncing up and down like the 11 year old I was. It was so hot that I should have been sweating buckets from the amount of body heat I was emitting.

“ Come on, come on, come on! It's time for the lake, it's so hot!” I landed on the couch with a plop, my head hanging off the end of the couch upside down.

“ ok, ok, go meet Angie in the car. I'll be there in a minute.” said the 15 year old as he went into the kitchen. Doing as I was told, I went outside and into the steaming car.

“ Are you ready Y/n? Where's your brother?” Angie asked. “ he went into the kitchen to get something real quick. He said he'll be here in a minute,”I replied. Just then we heard a cry of agony from inside the house. I looked at Angie as her eyes widened in horror. She quickly got out and headed inside. I followed after her and found her cradling a body…my brother's body. He was bloody and beaten with a knife stuck in his chest.

Who would do that to a kid? How did they have time to do that? Where are they? Are they still here?

My little brain ran miles a minute, trying to come up with an explanation. Angie grabbed me, snapping me out of my trance, and ran with me in her arms to the car. She quickly put me in, buckled me up, and shut the door, putting herself in after. As she started the car, a man banged on the window, he looked familiar… like the guy that killed mom and dad…

Angie put the car in reverse and backed out of the yard, then put it in drive and sped off. Both of us were panting from adrenaline and fear.

“Y/n…” I was jolted awake by a green haired boy, who I now know as Midoriya. “ I’m sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep,” I said as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. “ You're ok, I just wanted to let you know that it's lunch and i didnt know if you knew where the cafeteria was and I just wanted to help and-,” “ It's fine,” I cut him off from his ramble.“ I could use some help so” “ great, let's go” he said as he headed for the door.

I followed him out the classroom and walked side by side with him through the halls.

“Sooo” I started, “ what's it like as a first year here at UA?” i asked

“ Oh, it's amazing! We get to train our body and mind in the way of a Pro and one day we could be just like them.” he started. “ Recently we’ve been attacked by villains at the USJ.” “I heard about that“ I replied

'' I don't know if it's such a good idea to host the Sports Festival so soon after the attack, but they said that they would have 5 times the security so it should be ok.” he finished, looking forward with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Hold on, they’re still holding the sports festival? Even with all that security, villains could still get in,” I said. Considering the level of security at the USJ, it should have been impossible for villains to get in but they did. So what would stop them from doing the same at the sports festival.

“ Yeah, I understand that but I'm sure that everything will be just fine, plus there will be too many heroes there for them to actually attack.” he stated as a matter of factly as we walked into the cafeteria.

“Wow, this is huge, it’s bigger than what we had at Isami Academy” I marveled. It was so big with many, many, many tables inside and a seating area outside too. Midoryia led me through the lunch line and to a table with some of the other first years. At the table sat Todoroki, Uraraka, Tsu, and Iida. All attention seemed to switch to me from whatever conversation had been happening before.

“ Hey Y/n, how's the first day for you?” Tsu asked.

“ It's been good for the most part,” I replied. I felt a bit uneasy due to Todoroki staring daggers at me. For some reason, he seems to hate me yet I've done nothing to him. Could it be that I'm just new? That I’m competition? I ended up pushing away the thought and opted to ask questions of my own.

“ Hey, what is everyone’s quirk? I mean it would be good to know ahead of time instead of during training,” I asked, directed to everyone at the table. Uraraka was the first to speak up. “ I have zero gravity,” “ so you can make things float?” I asked. “Yep,” she replied

Tsu was next, “ I can do anything a frog can do”

Idia spoke up, “ I have engine. My legs have a built in engine that makes me people myself to go faster than normal”

Midoryia and Todoroki were the only ones that stayed quiet. I choose to move on and respect that they didn't want to share.

“That's cool” I said and continued to ask questions throughout the rest of lunch.

…

It was now time for training. The Support class had already made my hero costume while I was enrolling so it was ready to go.

It’s a black skin tight suit with a metal stomach and chest guard that looks like a corset. I had platform combat boots that could change from a rubber soul to a spiky soul for maximum traction on any terrain.

The legs have mesh-like material for breathability and has a holster and sheath for a gun and a dagger. The arms have metal wrist guards and leather gloves with studded knuckles. I also have a leather jacket and a utility belt that holds medical supplies and a pocket knife.

I was the last one out of the locker room since I had a few difficult pieces. As I came out, everyone seemed to gawk at me.

“ Oh my- you look good Y/n” said Mina

“ Stunning” agreed Momo

“ Come to Papa!” yelled a small grape headed boy known as Mineta, as he threw himself in my direction. I dogged him just before he reached me and he landed in a faceplant on the ground. As he got himself up, I threw a nasty glar his way in which he shuddered and ran away screaming “Demon!”

“ Now that you all are here, today's training will be partnered for preparation for the Sports festival. Now listen to your partner aso i don't have to waste my time repeating myself” Mr. Aizawa said tiredly.

“Yaoyorozu you're with Ashido, Midoryia you're with Iida, L/N you're with Todoroki…” he continued to name off my peers and who they would be paired with. Being paired with Todoroki is a bit unsettling considering that he seems to not like me.

“ Begin,” Aizawa said as he zipped himself up in his yellow sleeping bag.

Todoroki took a ready fighting stance as did I. Even though I asked earlier about everyone's quirk, I never got an answer from him so I didn't know what to expect.

We stared at each other for a moment. I realized that he had a glint in his eye, more mischievous if anything. ‘ He’s going to try to pull something,’ I thought as he raised his right hand. He shot out ice, surrounding me in a cold ring of spikes. Making a fist, I quickly raised the rate of the molecules in the ice and brought up the heat, melting it to water.

He looked at me in shock, his gaze looking back and forth from my hand to my face. I then shot out a gust of wind to make him stumble but he stood in place. I made a stronger blow and his right foot moved a bit. I mixed some colder molecules into the wind, making the wind colder, and adding water to the mix, making a snowy blizzard that encased both me and him.

“ What is your quirk?” I heard him ask over the sound of the cold air. I stayed silent as I moved some positive and negatively charged atoms in the ground and sky to line up and make lighting. I sent a small shock of lighting to him, my smile turning to a cold, still expression.

I created a metal-linked chain out of some created atoms from the rusted material around us in the training ground and lassoed him towards me. As he reached me, I let the chain disperse and grabbed his left arm, careful to avoid his right side, and pinned him on the ground face first and arm behind his back.

“ Pinned,” I panted out as I got off of him and lent out my hand to him.

“ That was pretty good.” i complemented.

“ Thanks” he said, his expression stoic. As he walked off to the changing rooms.

‘ok , that's just rude, 'I thought to myself as I went into the changing rooms on the other side.

…

“ I’m home,” I said, coming through the front door and into the kitchen where Angie was.

“ How was it?” she asked as she flipped perogies in oil.

“ Tiring” I replied as I grabbed one of the cooked perogies on the top of the pile. Training drained me. If that's what the first years are doing, then I don't know if i can handle the third year work, much less at the same time as first year work.

I finished my pierogi and started up the stairs to my room. “ I’m going to bed, thanks for the food,” I said to Angie as I reached the top. I heard her mumble something but since she was down stairs, it was muffled. I finally reached my room and opened the door sluggishly. I drug my feet across the floor and plopped myself face first into my comforting bed.

“Ugh” i exaggerated.

“ I'm so tired, I could sleep for weeks” I grasped a pillow and snuggled my face into it. Slowly, I felt myself go into a nice and quiet slumber.

#mha hawks #hawks x reader #mha fanfiction

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