#(there's only TWO offices in the whole building and I'm gonna have one!)

[onlyjaeyun]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 – 𝟓𝟔

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐗: 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

↬ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

↬ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬!𝐀𝐔, 𝐂𝐄𝐎!𝐉𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

↬ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟒.𝟏𝐤

↬ 𝐜𝐰: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝟎𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝟎𝐝, 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐛𝐯𝐬𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚

"Jongie?"

The sound of his best friend's voice pulls the young business man right out of his chaotic thoughts and with worry and anxiety gleaming in his usually so stern and cold eyes, he turns his head to meet Sunghoon's gaze.

"What's going on? Why did you just pick up Kim Jiwoong's phone call?"

"We gotta get to the headquarters as fast as possible", Jay replies and balls his hands into tight fists as the feeling of being useless suddenly overwhelms him, "Y/N's brothers are on their way to her and I'm pretty sure they're gonna pull a shitshow in front of the whole office just to humiliate her."

Jake's head quickly turns to look at his boss and best friend with confused eyes, right as Heeseung's gaze meets Hoon's concern filled one, yet none of them dare to say a single word.

"Come on, Seungie", Jongseong suddenly presses through gritted teeth, "drive a little faster, will you? I have no idea what they're going to do once they get to her nor do I have a fucking clue how she might react to their presence and their words, so please. Drive. Faster."

"Yes, Jong", is the only thing Seung days right before silence follows his response up until the four business man make it to the front of TPC's headquarters.

Jay doesn't know where your brothers are. He's lost their location weeks ago, when he found out that the men he had hired were actually working for Jiwoong. After the realisation had hit him like a ton of bricks, it was too late to actually find them again and not even his biggest rival could give him any information about their whereabouts.

His lack of knowledge and the worry about your actual safety has been driving him into insanity for the past twenty minutes and if it wasn't for the fact that he needs to stay strong and composed for you, Jay would have lost his shit by now already.

But he simply has no choice but to keep it down. For now.

He knows the upcoming days won't be easy for you, mentally and physically, which is exactly why he can't just give into the urge to go on a massive searching spree in hopes of finding those bastards and finally giving them what they deserve.

His time for your revenge will come, all he has to do is remain just a little bit more patient.

By the time Jongseong stares at his own reflection in the mirror of the elevator, he can feel his heart brutally smashing against his rib cage to the point where he feels like his lungs are about to hyperventilate.

He can feel his boys' eyes boring in his sides, but he doesn't scold them. Matter of fact, Jay doesn't say a single word, simply because he doesn't want to hurt anyone's feelings by unloading his pent up anger and frustration about your brothers on the wrong people.

You're safe and protected.

Dokyeom as well as Mingyu are by your side and there's no way your brothers can just enter the main building without the security guards checking their IDs.

You're safe and protected.

Jay knows where you are and who you're with, he knows those two girls are your safe place. On top of that you're literally on the tenth floor with a dozen other employees having their lunch. Your brothers aren't that brave nor are they stupid enough to pull up at this time of the day.

You're safe and protected.

Yet no matter how many times he tells himself just that, Jongseong can't help but feel his chest tightening at the thought of your fear and panic filled eyes; the ones he's been trying so hard to heal and keep safe, the ones which are usually so soft and gentle.

"She's safe."

Jaeyun's words are the first thing his brain recognises in the past twenty minutes and with a thin veil of tears blurring his vision, Jongseong just throws his arms around his best friends shoulders and lets out a loud sigh of frustration.

"It's okay, brother", Jake sighs and tightens his hold around the young man, knowing he's usually not one to be so openly vulnerable and for some reason all three of his best friends find comfort in the intimacy of the moment.

"When will this be over?"

The words leave his lips before his brain can overthink them, something he never even dared to mumble to himself as he was too afraid of being too weak, too insecure and unable to protect you the way he promised you to.

It's not even because he's tired.

Jay would burn the world for your happiness and safety, went against his father and every single thought he had been implanted with throughout the years just for you.

Yet it's the thought of his power and everything he's done and tried not being enough. He just wants you to be happy and safe forever. So what if all of this is ruined, simply because he made one little mistake of foregoing a proper background check, resulting in your brothers walking around freely instead of being taken care of the way he's promised you to.

It's not that he's tired.

Jongseong is simply scared of disappointing you and failing to keep his promise.

"Soon", Hoon sighs and balls his hands to fists at the sight of his usually so strong and confident friend being so desperate and lost, "I'm going to make sure those fuckers never, ever see the outside of a cell again and I promise you that."

Jongseong tries his best to regain his composure, mostly because he feels like a child for breaking down in his best friend's arms, but also because he doesn't want to worry you even more than necessary.

He knows his brain is purposely painting the worst case scenarios, yet for the first time in what feels like forever, he simply can't find the strength to fight against it.

By the time the elevator doors open again, Jay has managed to calm down and impatiently makes his way down the hallway to Jimin's office, knowing the moment he holds you in his arms again, everything will be okay, even if it's just for a short moment.

You, on the other hand, try your best to listen to your friends as they try to distract you with silly little stories, despite the fact that you can read them like open books and are more than aware just how tense they both are.

For some reason, however, you can't help but feel sad and disappointed.

Sad and disappointed because your brothers have never loved or accepted you.

Sad and disappointed because your mother's ability to get into her sons heads has lead to your life being ruined and your soul left in stains of decade long abuse and hatred.

Sad and disappointed because your brothers never deemed you worthy enough to live a normal, average life.

Sad and mostly disappointed because you know your boyfriend might eventually grow tired of dealing with this constang back and forth, and you can't even blame him.

You're tired, mentally and physically exhausted.

All you want for this is to finally be over.

You never wanted much. But apparently you weren't worthy of anything you've ever wanted.

"Baby?"

The sound of Jay's voice is the one to finally pull you back into reality and without giving it another thought, you throw away all the worries about people possibly seeing you two together and throw yourself into the comforting embrace of his arms.

With a soft sigh, you bury your face in the crook of his neck, his arms tightening around your waist as he inhales your scent and finally allows himself to calm down, now that you're in his arms. Safe and sound.

"What's happening, Jongie?"

Your question is filled with concern snd anxiety, panic wavering in your voice as you pull away with his face in your delicate hands and the fact Jongseong doesn't hesitate to take yours into his own right before he starts placing gentle kisses into your palms.

"We don't know where your brothers are and Jiwoong said he's sure they're close", Jay breathes and holds you close to his body, too aftaid to let go of you.

"Let's get you two to Seung's place, hm? They surely don't know where he lives and we'll make sure nobody follows us", Jake suggets calmly, his usually so energetic eyes gleaming with concern.

Jay doesn't say anything, just sighs before he shoots your two bodyguards a nod and then intertwines your fingers with his.

"We gotta get you somewhere safe, Baby", he whispers against your lips, his forehead pressed against yours as he tries to remain calm and collected, "I don't wanna make this a bigger deal than it is but I just – I don't – I don't know what else to do."

It's that little stumble over the words, which make you realise just how much Jongseong is panicking and without even missing a beat, you start caressing his cheek with the back of your hand and wait for him to meet your gaze.

"Everything's going to be okay, my love", you whisper and smile at him, "we'll figure it out together just how we always do, yeah?"

"Yes, Baby", he replies softly, his voice hoarse and drenched in exhaustion, "you're right. We've got this. Let's go."

And with those words you find yourself taking the elevator down to the lobby of TPC's main building, Jongseong's strong arm thrown over your shoulder to keep you as close to his body as physically possible and all of a sudden the only think you can think of is finally falling asleep in his arms.

Dokyeom and Mingyu are the first one to step out of the elevator to make sure everything is safe before the boys suddenly form a triangle around the two of you, making you feel even safer than you already did and with a soft smile you look up at Jake.

"Anything for TPC's official first lady", he jokes and shoots you a wink, easily calming your racing mind with a few words and you find yourself incredibly grateful about their presence. Not just in this particular moment but your and especially Jongseong's life. They really are the greatest set of best friends and you're so happy to know your love has such amazing people so close to him.

"There she is, everybody!"

Maybe it's the fact you didn't really expect to hear that voice ever again or maybe it's the high volume of his tone, maybe even his choice of words, yet regardlessly, nothing could have prepared you for the sight of your two older brothers standing right in front of you like it's the most normal thing in the world.

"Ming–", "Now now, Mr. Park", the older one says and cocks his head to the side, his shaved head and the tattoos covering the entirety of his neck shocking you, since you don't remember that combination to look as scary as it does right now.

Mingyu and Dokyeom are quick to interfere, doing what needs to be done and almost tackling both of your brothers enough to stop them from moving.

All you can do, however, is stare at them in utter shock.

You can't believe how much they've changed in the three years you hadn't seen them, as the younger one had followed the example of his older brothers and actuakly shaving his hair off and covering himself in dark ink. Your eyes anxiously roam their faces and all of a sudden you're hit with flashbacks from some of the worst nights in your childhood.

"Bring her to the car and take her to your place, Heeseung", Jay orders and tries to let go of your hand, yet fails since you've tightened your grip on him like your life depends on it.

"Come on, Y/N", Sunghoon's gentle voice echoes in your head but doesn't quite reach you.

It feels like the whole world has come to a halt in your body's desperate attempts to stay conscious. Your brain flooded with mental images of all the times they had made you beg for their mercy, for them to just please stop hurting you.

The fact their eyes are still filled with the same hatred and wrath doesn't help with the intensity of your reaction and before you can even mutter a single word, the oldest shoots you one of his evil smiles, knowing exactly what his presence has done to you.

"What a family reunione, huh, little one?" He spits and tries a little to move out of Mingyu's strong hold around his arms, only to fail miserably.

"Get them the fuck out of here, Dokyeom", Jay orders through gritted teeth, barely holding himself back at the sight of the men who have made your life living hell.

If it wasn't for you, Jongseong would have had them beat up right then and there. But he knows better than to traumatize you even further by ordering his men to do exactly what everyone involved has been dying to.

"Hold the fuck up, Big Boss", the younger one finally speaks up, somehow manages to pull you out of your frozen state and with tears burning in your eyes and the knot in your throat fgrowing in its size by the minute, you dare to look at the one man you've always found some kind of hope in.

At the end of the day he barely ever physically hurt you the way the other two did and despite opting to use his words to break you, he also just so happened to be the one to take care of your wounds whenever everyone went to sleep.

You still remember your last day at home, where you had begged him to move to Seoul with you in hopes of giving him the opportunity to escape the fate of your other two brothers, only to realise that his loyalty to them would always overshadow everything else.

"Dokyeom. Now."

"Have you told him about what you've done to ruin our lives or do we get the honor to do it?"

Your brother doesn't care about the man in his back, who could easily snap his neck without much force, spitting those words like they're venom on his tongue and with wide eyes you let go of Jongseong's arm once your brain manages to process his threat.

"No", you whisper and shake your head in disbelief, "please, don't. Not here. Not in front of everyone."

"Don't talk to him, Baby", Jay is quick to intervene in your first interaction with your brother in three years, knowing oh too well that there's no way for this to end in a good way, "just go to the car with Seung and Hoonie. Please, angel."

"Angel? You call that bitch an angel?"

For those words Mingyu pulls your older brother's arms a little further into his chest, eliciting a painful groan from the man you've always hoped to never face again.

"Dok–"

"Your precious angel is the bastard daughter of a fucking felon and the reason why our father almost became a killer ten years ago", the younger one yells instead and it's then that a wave of shame and embarrassment drown you in their pain.

"What?"

Jay physically can't hold himself back from asking as confusion overwhelms him and for a moment his brain actually considers listening to your abusers instead of doing what's need to be done.

"You all heard what I said", your brother yells loud enough for everyone around you, knowing exactly what to do and say to humiliate you with as many eyes on you as possible.

"TPC's new first lady is a fucking bastard and the daughter of a convicted criminal. She's a shame to our family and a fucking loser. She always has been and will be, no matter how many CEOs she fucks. Y/N is a worthless wh–"

You've told Jongseong a fair amount of stories about your brothers and what they had done to you, yet none of them could have prepared him for the actual reality of their evilness.

Jay still remembers the way you had broken down the first time he had decided to stay over at your place after the business trip and you had opened up about the abuse and everything they had put you through. From merciless beatings to constant verbal and mental harassment to the point where you spent the nights in the library of your university in hopes of escaping them for just a little longer.

And maybe it's the memory of your heavy sobs and painful cries or maybe because he's never, ever wanted to physically hurt someone as much as your brothers, but as those words echo in his head, Jongseong has finally had enough.

Before anyone can even think about interfering, your boyfriend has already made his way to your older brother and skillfully lands a hard punch right in his face.

"Jay!"

Your voice is more of a gasp once you realise what the fuck had just happened but to your even bigger surprise, your boyfriend doesn't seem to be satisfied as he throws his fists into your brothers face with such vigor, you're left speechless.

You watch his eyes roll into the back of his head as his body goes limp and you realise that Jongseong actually knocked him out without flinching of pain at all.

"Let me fucking go–", your younger brother yells and tries to fight against Dokyeom's strong grip as soon as he watchesthe older one fall face first onto the floor, "you can beat us up as much as you want but it won't change the fact that your little trophy whore of a wife is a fucking homewrecker!"

Jay lets his gaze shift to the face the voice belongs to, a thick red veil of anger and wrath covering his consciousness as he lifts his fist to give your brother a piece of his actual mind, not giving a single fuck about who might be watching.

"Don't ever", Jay grunts as he lands punch after punch in the younger one's face until blood starts pouring from his nose, splattering all over your boyfriend's white dress shirt, "talk about her again or I'll fucking kill you. Did you hear me?"

Yet again, the whole world seems to stop as tense silence follows the young CEO's violent outburst.

It's so quiet, you can hear your heartbeat thrumming in your ears as adrenaline rushes through your veins and you don't even dare looking around you.

"Pathetic pieces of shit", Jongseong spits and lets go of your brother's collar before he lifts his head and looks straight into the lense of a camera, the realisation resulting in his brain to shut down completely.

But this time the boys are faster than Jongseong, as one of them stays by your side, while the orher two stop their best friend from attacking the journalist.

"Is that shit recording? Yeah? Then listen up because I have something to say for all the gossip media outlets out there who will try to make me the bad guy in this", Jongseong suddenly yells, his voice the loudest you've ever heard him and before you can even react, Jake pushes you to stand behind his back, hiding you from the noisy camera to protect you.

Never in his life has Jongseong talked to the press like that. For God's sake, he's barely ever attended press conferences because there's nothing as useless and stupid to him as the media, yet this time he won't give them the chance to twist and turn the story to their liking.

"Those two men are abusers, actual criminals. I'd be dammed if I ever let them talk about my future wife like that. So, yeah. I beat them up in public and I don't regret it. They deserved this and I'm going to do everything in my power to have them rot in prison for the rest of their pathetic lives. Go ahead, air this. I want the entirety of Seoul to know that I don't care about her past and whose daughter she is. At the end of the day she's the love of my life", Jongseong breathes heavily, not stuttering once as he defends you in front of the whole city like he's just been waiting for this particular moment all this time.

"In fact", he suddenly says right after he had decided to let go, "she's my only love. She's my pride, my happiness, my future and I'd give up everything I have, am and own just for her. That's all I have to say, now get the fuck off of my property or I'll have the police arrest you, too."

And once Jongseong finishes his speech, all he does is turn around to give his best friend a nod of approval and before you can even realise what's happening, Jake has already guided you out of the side entrance to one of Jongseong's car.

To your surprise, you don't immediately take off, but are rather sent to the safest space possible to wait.

It doesn't take the police long to arrive and finally arrest your brutally beat up brothers; the sight of them being pushed into the police cars with their hands cuffed to their backs and blood covered faces giving you a weird sense of satisfaction.

You attentively watch the huge mob of journalists and paparazzis growing bigger and bigger by the minute, all of them patiently waiting for your boyfriend to leave the main building as well, only for Sunghoon to step outside and actually talk to them.

But you don't get the opportunity to even guess what he's telling them as the car door swings open snd you're met with the sight of the love of your life.

The only man who has ever kept his promise.

For a moment, Jay hesitates to slide onto the backseat next to you, worried – scared even – of your possible reaction since you've never seen this side of him; the one he's tried to keep locked away for so long.

He never had the freedom of expressing himself, his thoughts and feelings, so usually violence and anger was the way he chose to cope woth it all, especially at a young age.

Once he had started going to therapy, things have definitely gotten easier and although he knows this was an absolute exception, Jay can't help but worry.

What if seeing him this violent, this brutally merciless, this angry becomes the reason for your fears and bad memories resurfacing, adding just more pain to your fresh wounds.

To his positive surprise, you turn your whole body to face him, tears and mascara staining cheeks and your swollen bottom lip firmly tugged between your teeth.

"Thank you", you whisper and subconsciously reach for his hand on the back of the passenger seat, "thank you so much, Jongseong."

It's words which fill his chest with the sweet feeling of relief and without missing another beat, he moves into the seat next to yours and pulls you onto his lap.

"They won't ever hurt you again, Baby", he whispers against your lips and caresses your cheeks, you both ignoring the heavy smell of blood as well as the stains on his shirt, "nobody is going to hurt my girl ever again. You're safe now, my love. Now and forever."

"I love you so, so much, Park Jongseong."

There's nothing else you could have said which could have possibly describe the warmth spreading in your chest when the realisation of his words has finally hit you.

No more fear. No more panic. No more looking over your shoulder. They're finally where they belong and you know Jongseong won't ever let them get close to you again.

"My sweetest angel", he sighs and places the softest kiss on your lips, "the love of my life. My everything."

Maybe you never actually wanted too much. Because as you find yourself slowly falling into the most peaceful sleep you've ever had, you know the waiting and patience has finally paid off. All those nights you had prayed and hoped to find someone who loves, appreciates, protects and cares for you have finally become reality and no matter how surreal it all feels, with each of Jongseong's movements in your bavk, you know it's not. This is now your life, the one you've waited for for so long.

You're finally home.

← 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 — 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 →

(A/N: And here's what we've all been impatiently waiting for 🫣 i know the chaps kinda ends abruptly BUT to me it felt like the perfect ending bc smut wouldn't have been appropriate (though we all know they had a sweet cuddlefuck which lead to cockwarming) because of the heaviness in the chap and if you cant tell i prefer this length in written chapters to keep it exciting 🫣 regardless i hope you guys enjoyed it and can't wait to read y'all's thoughts! this marks rhe end of the angst wave and we're now officially counting down to the finale. thank you so much for everything babies, i love and appreciate you all so, so much. feedback's always appreciated!!!💞🧸)

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[c-h-i-m-es]

geto suguru

never in your lifetime would you have imagined that you'd have to call someone to come pick you up. from jail.

how did you even end up behind the bars? the last thing that you have a proper memory from tonight was you and ari, your friend were club hopping.

she finally broke up with her sad excuse of a boyfriend of almost two years. when she called you over at her place, hearing her announce she dumped him was not on even the back of your mind.

to celebrate her break up, you two made plan to drink the night away. it was all fun and games until she started complaining she had to pee right when you were in the way to another club three streets away.

"why didn't you go before we left the club when you've been complaining about your overflowing bladder since the last hour?" you pull her body close to yours, helping her drunk self walk.

"bitch i forgot about it then! i swear it's gonna leak out." she bends down, crossing her legs. you look around the place you currently are, trying to think if there's any public bathroom around. "try not to think about it, 'kay? only few blocks away. please." you try to drag her so she could just continue walking.

"if i stand up, it's not gonna hold." she speaks, biting her lower lips while you don't know if you should laugh or cry at the situation. "want me to get you a bottle or what?" 

"where do you think you'll even get a bottle out of nowhere? from a dumpster-" she snapped her head to you, "girl i'm gonna take a piss." you look at her confused as she gets up, tightly sealing her lips together as she jogs to the little gap between two buildings.

without questioning, you follow her, seeing her get behind a dumpster, pulling her little dress up and her undies down. you pause, shocked at what goes on in her mind. you cover your face with your hands, embarrassed of her behavior, turning away from the sight of her squatting down.

you don't know where the cops were but that's basically how you are where you are.

"bitch i told you to hold it." you say as you get up to walk out the cell to call someone. she pouts at you, eyes closed and head resting on the wall behind her, "that was the nicest i felt in ages."

the officer hands you the phone, "you get one call and you only have five minutes." he gives you a look and walks away. you curse at him in your head and call your boyfriend. you pray that he picks up even though it is two in the morning and he is probably sleeping.

a few more rings later, he picks the call making you let out a relieved breath, "hello-" "suguru, come pick me up please."

he takes a second to himself, "y/n? what- are you okay?" you hear his movements, probably him getting out of bed to come to you. "uh huh i'm fine. i'm sorry but can you come pick us up?"

"okay where are you?"

"of course. it's just you and ari?" "yeah it's just us."

"the police station."

one second. two second. and the third second. "what?"

"don't ask me, will you come?"

"of course y/n." you hear him sigh, "gosh you didn't kill someone did you?"

you gasp, "no! why would you think that? just get here quick."

almost an hour later, you finally walk out with geto and ari out of the police station. "this is.. freedom." ari chuckles at herself, spreading her arms and taking in a deep breath.

you scoff at her, "girl, stop tryna be eren yeager." you boyfriend chuckles from besides you, "i cannot believe this even happened."

"it's always trouble with this girl, i swear." you wrap your arms around his, leaning your body on his. your friend looks back at you, "hey at least it's a whole new thing that you got to experience."

"but if you think about it, it your boyfriend- ex's fault you went to jail." you and your friend look at geto then at each other. "think about it."

you both gasp at the same time, "give me my phone." she asks geto who just gives it to her and hands you yours. "whatchu gonna go?"

"that bitch never fails to make everything about himself. i finally broke up with him and when we go out to celebrate, we end up in jail?" she types something in her phone and brings it to her ear.

knowing exactly what's happening, you rest your head on geto's arm while you both watch your friend start cursing at her ex over the phone.

not even two minutes into her screaming into the phone and you two laughing, a cop comes out, "it's literally just night for most people. could you keep it down?"

geto apologises to the cop and you drag your friend to where geto parked his car, "please.. you can do that tomorrow."

she gets in the back seat while you sit in the passenger seat. he drives to ari's place and stops in front of her building. "can you get to your room on your own?" you ask, doubtfully looking at her.

"geez of course i can. all that screaming cleared my mind a little. i can manage. you two go ahead." you blow her a kiss and geto drives away. now that it's only the two of you, you turn your body to him, "you look so hot right now."

he was in his night sweatpant and basic white oversized tee. his usual night wear. and his hair messily tied in a bun. yeah, very hot.

you smile at his words and stare at him, getting lost in the thoughts. there's a comfortable silence between the two of you before he speaks, "i didn't know you could go to jail for pissing in public."

he looks at your for a brief moment, chuckling before he brings his eyes back on the road. "i could say the same about you, pretty."

you gasp, "oh thank god it's not just me. i was thinking they are pranking us when they said they're taking us because ari pissed behind a dumpster."

if something with the cops doesn't make sense idk either lmao

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk imagines #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #geto x you

[likedovesinthewindd]

Can i request headcandons of Miguel and miles(earth 42) with a shy nurse reader? I just love the dynamic of hero/vigilante who falls over his heels for his nurse or even being protective over them, but if u don't want to make this request i understand

i love this idea sm, hope this is what you had in mind!

Miguel O'Hara

✮ it had been lyla's idea initially. back when the spider society was fairly new and everyone was still finding their feet. she had suggested that the building require a medical center; a place where spider-people could go to to get patched up, instead of having to travel back to their universes to seek medical attention.

✮ he was very reluctant, didn't want any outsiders working at the society but after some convincing he agreed. the medical center was a great asset to the society, and it helped a lot of spider-people get help quickly and recuperate if needed. It hadn't been till Miguel himself needed patching up himself that he met you.

✮ you were quite shy, keeping any conversation brief and only doing your job, and once you were done patching him up, you gave him a small smile and went on with your day, helping whoever was next in line. against his better judgement and completely out of character, he had returned your gesture with a smile that mirrored your uncertainty and shyness.

✮ he didn't know what it was, but he found himself quite drawn to you. even though you were always so introverted around him, you would often times crack a joke or two when you were around your colleagues, or even with other spider-people you were comfortable around.

✮ sometimes when working in his office (is it his office even, what do you call that room?) he'd see what you were up to using the surveillance system that ran throughout the whole building.

✮ the more times he came to you when injured, the more you came out your shell once you realized he wasn't as mean as he looked (at least not with you). You started talking more with him, little bits of your personality slowly revealing itself as time went on.

✮ most mornings he'd make an appearance at the center to quote "make sure everything was running smoothly", but he really just needed a reason to see you, talk to you a little more.

✮ some nights when he was on patrol, he'd go to where you lived (he used poor lyla to get that information) to go and see if you were okay.

✮ God forbid anyone is even slightly mean to you when he's around to see it, because best believe he will be giving them shit about it.

✮ and when he's injured, he's never saying he's gonna go to the medical center or to the nurse, it always "I'm gonna go see (your name)" he doesn't even notice he's doing it until Jess is giving him a skeptical look about his choice of words.

✮ and he's also received a multitude of teasing from Lyla because he'd been so reluctant about the idea, and now if he wasn't in his office, he was with you.

"I'm off to the medical center, Lyla, please keep all unnecessary matters on hold 'till I'm back," Miguel said, and at once the AI appeared on his shoulder, a smile ever present on her small face. "Say hi to (your name) for me," she said with a smirk, before disappearing once again, not giving Miguel any time to argue.

Earth 42 Miles Morales:

he's aged up to 19/20 just for practicality.

✮ miles had went to visit his mother at the hospital she works at when he saw you. it was just in passing, you had almost bumped into him and apologized profusely before being on your way once again. he didn't recognize as one of his mom's colleagues, many who he has met.

✮ so he asked her who you were. "one of our newer nurses here, around your age too," she answered with a knowing smirk.

✮ he saw you again when he was making his way back home, just outside the hospital and seemingly on your lunch break. he approached you and the two of you quickly clicked. even through your shy demeanor, he didn't miss your stunning personality and sense of humor.

✮ you became pretty close, and his visits to the hospital increased. he'd always go to his mother first of course, but always as subtly as he could slip in a little "where's (your name)?"

"working, miles," rio would reply with a smile.

✮ it wasn't until he got a little scraped up during one of his prowler-activities. and when he arrived at your apartment in the dead of the night all scraped up, you were a little taken aback to say the least. you still helped him though, no question asked and from then on, every time he got hurt, he'd always come to you to help him out.

✮ he'd still frequent the hospital, coming to keep you company on your breaks and when you clocked out, he'd walk you home, seeing as most of the time you worked till nighttime.

✮ he's always visiting you at home as well, taking you out when you had the day off or just staying at home with you when you were too tired to go out, keeping you company.

"Please sit still," you whispered as you wiped at the nasty gash just above his eyebrow. "That stuff stings," he said through gritted teeth, once again wincing with a small hiss when the alcohol touched the wound. "Then you shouldn't get hurt so much, tough guy," you said, smiling at the pout present on his face.

#earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman atsv #likedovesinthewindd

[kellykidd]

No Matter What

*Gif belongs to its rightful owner, it is not mine*

Pairing: Matthew Casey x reader

Summary: From Anonymous: Hellooooo ‘Stay behind me no matter what.’ Matt Casey :) ~~ Matt Casey + Reader + Fire Call = Hookups in his Quarters (I don’t make the rules)

Words: 682

Warnings: Intimate moment, canon typical events

Read on Ao3 here

Notes: Sorry it’s so short, but I hope you like it Anon!

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Tags: @mrspeacem1nusone @kiddbegins @pensfan5871

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“Need any help with the inventory?” Sylvie asked.

“I think I’m finished up,” you laughed, "you bored or something Brett?"

"I know I've only been in Chicago for a few months, but this is the first shift I've had with no-"

"I'm gonna cut you off right there before you jinx us. Those who say the 'Q' word or even think about the lack of runs is a jinx to the whole house."

"How do you know this?"

"Candidiate a few years back-"

Battalion 25, Truck 81, Engine 51, Squad 3, Ambulance 61, building fire, 723 North Wabash

"Looks like you are the new jinx, Sylvie Brett," you laughed, hopping into the passenger seat of 61, "and the jinx gets to drive."

Sylvie started the short drive to the scene, "how's it going with you and Casey?"

"Good, yeah, we're in a good place. It's weird to date someone you work with though. I'd never done that before Matt."

"Helps that your crazy schedules are synced."

"True that," you giggled, pulling up to the fire.

You hopped out of the rig and grabbed the jump bag before heading over to Boden.

"Where do you need us, Chief?" you asked.

"Two still inside, owner needs to be checked out."

As you and Sylvie tended to your victim, you could hear the commotion between truck and squad.

'Chief, I need a medic inside if you have one to spare' your radio buzzed. 

"You good here?" You asked Sylvie.

"Yup, go."

You threw your bunker coat on and grabbed the jump bag.

"Medic coming in now, Casey. Where am I going?" you said, hustling towards the fire.

"I'll come get you, we're turned around in here."

You stopped and waited at the door. 

"Fire is pretty much out," he announced, "follow behind me."

You followed Casey into the building and up the stairs. 

"Baby, I need you to stay behind me no matter what," Matt admitted, "I don't know what hapened in here and I don't want anything to happen to you."

You nodded and followed him up the stairs to the second floor of the building.

"Victim is over here. Burns and possibly a neck injury as far as we can tell.”

“Thanks. Conscious?”

“In and out.”

You leaned down beside your victim.

“I’m a paramedic, I’m here to help you,” you introduced yourself as you undressed the victim of his jacket. 

“Matt, you’re right. I’m worried about a neck injury. Grab the collar.”

Your boyfriend, now assistant, handed you your supplies.

“Help me get him out of here. It’s getting hotter in here.”

He nodded, picking up the jump bag beside him and handing it to you. 

“Got him?” You asked.

He nodded and brought your victim outside.

After finding Sylvie, you loaded up the victim while Sylvie got the oxygen ready for the ride to the hospital.

——

Returning to the house after your run, you looked in the ambo’s mirror.

“Brett, did you seriously let me ride around with soot on my face?” You laughed, trying to rub it away.

You walked into the now full common room with your partner.

“So are we finally gonna convince you to take the firefighter’s test?” Herrmann asked.

“Haha, very funny Herrmann. 61’s my home, always will be.”

“I’m sure we’ll get you over here at some point,” he chuckled.

You ducked out of the common room and into the bunk room, where you peeked into Matt’s office. 

“Got a minute?” You asked.

“For you? Always.”

You locked the door behind you.

“You know,” you laid down, semi-seductively, on his bed, “they way you said ‘stay behind me no matter what’ on that last call was-“

He leapt up from his chair and drew the blinds. 

“Was what?” He smiled.

“I was kinda sexy,” you grinned.

“Oh yeah?” He leaned in for a kiss.

“Yeah.”

“You know what else is sexy?” He broke the kiss for a moment, “you with all that soot on your face.”

“I guess we should do something about these feelings then, huh Matt Casey?”

“I think you might be right.”

#Matt Casey #Matthew Casey #Chicago fire #Matt Casey fic #Matthew Casey fic #Chicago fire fic #Matt Casey x reader #Matthew Casey x reader #Chicago fire x reader

[callsigndragon]

Mistrust

Captain John Price x gn!reader (Reader is called Mace)

Warnings: typical COD violence and gun stuff, Price being wary and protective over his team, Soap being a little shit (like always, but we love him)

word count: 1.3k

A/N: This is my first time writing for Price and actually writing for this fandom so bear with me, I'm still learning heheh

As a captain, it was Price’s job to make sure that every single man or woman under his command is not only in their best shape to perform a mission but can also fit in with the team. So when he gets a call from Laswell in which the CIA agent explains to him that she has sent a new member for his team, his first instinct is to grunt a dry ‘no’ and hang up. Which he does.

But then you appear at his office the next day, and he has to restrain himself from picking up the phone and calling Laswell. She must know something that he ignores. Price knows that Kate is one of the few people he can trust without question. So if you’re here, it’s because you are a valuable asset for the team, right?

“What’s your name, Sergeant?” He asks, getting up from his desk, and walking slowly around it, sitting on the edge in front of you, without once stopping to make eye contact. 

“Y/n L/n, sir. But everyone calls me Mace.” You respond, looking at him. He had seen many men shiver under that same gaze that he is using to look at you—a test that he had perfected over the years. But you don’t move. Not even an inch. 

You’re tough. Point for you. 

“Let me introduce you to the others, Mace.” 

When he introduces you to the other members of the unit, he is quite surprised to see you exchanging words with Ghost. Riley, with his skull-covered face, turns his whole body in your direction, listening intently to your every word. That’s not an everyday occurrence. 

“Ghost.” Price calls the Lieutenant, watching as he approaches and you move to talk with Soap, who cracks a few jokes that make you smile. That’s a cute smile. 

Wait, what?

After a few moments, Ghost, who had been standing next to Price, raises his voice a bit to make sure that the Captain hears him. “A penny for your thoughts?”

“What do you know about ‘em?” 

Ghost turns his head in your direction, chuckling when he sees you holding Soap in a headlock. “Mace is good, Cap. I worked with them a few years ago, and like you, I didn’t trust them much at first.” 

“And now?” 

“I’ll trust ‘em with my life.” Ghost’s words make the captain look at him, with an eyebrow raised. “You won’t regret it, old man.” 

“Are you vouching for them?” 

“Yes.” 

Price takes a deep breath, stroking his beard while patting his pockets and looking for his cigar. “If they do somethin’ dodgy, you’re dealin’ with it, Riley.”

“Trust me, they won’t.” 

A few weeks later, Task Force 141 gets deployed for a simple mission. In and out. Get in, don’t get caught, get what you need, and exit the building as quickly as you entered it. 

It was easier said than done. 

Because, as simple as this mission was supposed to be, the information that was given to Price, was false. And the room in the basement that was supposed to be empty and unprotected, was full of enemies who were not very glad to see you. 

In the heat of the battle, Soap, Ghost, and Price create a diversion so Gaz and you can get closer to the computers and retrieve the information from them. That was the main objective of this mission. 

“You get the data, I have your back.” You tell him, raising your voice to be heard over the sound of the weapons being fired. 

“It’s gonna take me a few minutes.” Gaz says, typing on the computer like a madman. 

“We don’t even have a minute, Gaz. Make it count.” You respond, changing the magazines in your pistol and your rifle. These are your last magazines. 

It doesn’t take long for you to run out of ammo. It seems like whenever you take one man down, two more appear, cornering you more and more into the farthest place in the basement, where there is not even a fucking window you can use to crawl out of here. You’re trapped, you’re low on ammo, and you have to protect Gaz. 

“Mace, you copy?” 

“Yes, sir.” You mutter over the radio once you hear Price’s voice. “I’m out of ammo.”

“We’re movin’ to your position, hold tight! We'll get you out of there.” 

“Sir, I don’t think we have all the files.” You protest, grabbing the knife once you hear someone moving closer to your position. 

“Those files are not worth two lives, Sergeant.” 

“But- Fuck!” You grunt, running towards the man who has just turned the corner, tackling him down, and driving the knife up his throat. 

“Mace? Mace, you copy? Gaz, where the fuck is Mace?” Price is practically yelling now, and you can hear Soap swearing under his breath because of Price’s tone. 

“Mace was protecting me while I got the data. But I can’t find- Oh shit.” 

“What now?” Ghost groans, already tired of this mission and the amount of things that are going wrong. 

“Mace took out three enemies with just a knife.” 

“Fuckin’ hell, Mace.” 

“I think what you mean to say is ‘you’re welcome’. Room clear. Can we fucking leave now?” You get the pistol from one of the men lying on the floor and make your way out of the room, with Gaz close behind you. 

Later that day, when you knock on Price’s door to give him your report, he glances at you with a mixture of pride and tiredness in his blue eyes. 

“Sir… is something the matter?”

“What you did today…” 

You interrupt him before he can finish his sentence, feeling his reprimanding tone. “Captain, I know that I should have answered when you called, but I was a bit occupied. It won’t happen again.”

He chuckles, watching as your whole body tenses up while you explain your actions. “Next time, let me finish first. I was going to say that you did a hell of a job and that I’m sorry for mistrusting you when you first came in. You proved yourself to be a good asset.” 

“So…you’re not mad at me” You say, trying to make sure that the captain is not messing up with you. 

“Quite the opposite.” He chuckles, and you’re sure it’s the first time you've seen him show that emotion. At least with you. Is he letting his walls down now that he trusts you? 

You smile a bit, ready to tease Price. “You didn’t trust me, huh?” 

Price lights up his cigar, a shadow of a smile over his lips. “I didn’t. Why would I? I didn’t know shit about you.” 

“Fair enough. But now that you know me, do you trust me?” 

Price flicks the ashes onto the tray after a few moments of deliberation. “I do. You might have to teach me some of those moves you did.”

“Knife training sessions with you? Are you flirting with me, sir?” 

Choking on the smoke of his cigar, Price coughs a few times while blushing profusely. “Get the fuck out of here before I kick your arse.” 

“Kinky, aren’t we? You want to spank me in the ass. Do you have a rank kink too, captain?” You tease him, clearing your throat so as not to laugh out loud.

“Out. Now.” He grunts, covering his face with his hands as you leave the room. 

And just when he thinks he’s safe from your antics, you appear at the door again, leaning against it. “Don’t worry, sir. I can keep a secret. Nobody will know that you have a tiny little crush on me.” 

“I don’t have a-” 

And as if the stars had aligned against John Price, Soap and Ghost appear behind you, their reports in hand. 

“You have a crush, cap?” Soap smirks, moving his eyebrows in fast motions. “It was about damn time, I really was starting to think that you were an emotionless rob-”

“Get the fuck out of here. All of you!” Says Price while walking to the door and closing it. “Bloody hell, these three idiots are going to be the death of me.”

#price cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #modern warfare imagine #modern warfare 2 #call of duty price #john price #captain price #john price x reader #captain price x reader #captain reader x you #price x reader #captain john price #john price x y/n #john price x you #john price x male reader #john price mw2 #john price fluff

[heart4reigns]

QUIET, jey uso.

warnings: curse words, inaccurate events, pet names

tags: 200 special, ocs to fit the plot, slight roman x you, cliche, just fluff, quite longer than my usual works!!

summary: fake dating with your crush, isn’t that a dream?

“YOU gotta be kidding me.” you blurted out. “i am not, (y/n).” you pinched your nose bridge out of frustration. “i think this is the perfect momentum for you to pull out this gimmick.” your manager, luke, replied. “oh my god, i am scared...” “your fans really want you to be in a tag-team ever since you left sami and kevin.” he added. “okay, they want me to be in a tag-team. but out of people? jey uso?” you sighed. “i mean that whole wrestlemania moment last month? people ‘shipped’ you.” luke winked at you.

you got flashbacks from last month’s match where he was practically flirting with you non-stop, despite losing his belts to your old faction members. “this on-screen romance looks good for you too, (y/n).” you were having the time of your life in the office, that was right before your manager came in after his meeting with creatives. “tag-team, fine. but on-camera fake dating? i’m not gonna take it, i'm not good with new people.” you said to him. “you can’t. you have to take it.” you shook your head. “(y/n), i know you're not good with people, but this is gonna be one hell of a push since he's on a rise.” you couldn’t help but to sigh at his sentence. "please? it'll be great for you."

“fine.”

that was probably the worst decision you have ever made in your entire life. see, it was all a nightmare to you because you liked him. "i am gonna have the best time in my life." he entered the room with a smirk, followed by his brothers. "god." you muttered. it was the first reading day and you were ready to give up. "what's good, (y/n)?" he sat right next to you, holding his script. "when i first got this deal, i immediately said yes. in case you want to know how much i like you." jey winked at you.

your face reddened. "u- uh, okay?" "don't worry baby, don't be scared." he joked. you didn't say anything, only nodding at his sentence. you were shy and you really didn’t like being in the same room with him. "uce, i think you're scaring the poor little girl. here, switch seats with me." jey shook his head at solo's sentence. "nah, this is called building chemistry. you're okay with it, right?" once again, you only nodded at his sentence. can it get any worse than this? you thought.

so there you were, standing in the hallways with him. "i hope you go full out, (y/n)." he said, flipping the script. "i know you're quiet and all that, but i also know you're great on camera." he chuckled. "d- don't worry about that." you stuttered. "yo!" kevin walked into the scene, carrying his script. "hi." you greeted him with a hug. "i was supposed to be your boyfriend, why are you hugging him?" "because she's like a sister to me! don't get jealous."

you saw the duo as your older brothers, they were the ones who brought you into your wrestling. you met amazing people along the way and jey uso was one of them. of course, you were a big fan of him, he was talented and pretty. when you first met him, you were starstruck. everyone knew that you looked up to him, that was why he started teasing you for it.

"good luck baby!" he yelled, going to the locker room to change. you face-palmed at his sentence. "funny guy we got there." kevin added. you groaned as you ruffled your hair in distress. "i can't believe creatives want me to 'date' him." kevin chuckled. "you two make a great couple tho. younger you would be ecstatic to know that you're working with him." "shut up, i'm struggling."

the cameras started rolling and you put up this rebellious persona you had. "we are here backstage with the troublemaker, (y/n) before her fight with kevin owens... fighting the other half of your own childhood friend, how do you feel?" you smirked at the interviewer. "me? i'm feeling good. i'll crush him like usual." the interviewer nodded. "this on going feud with kevin owens... after he betrayed you and with him intervening to the bloodline too, does that mean you're on the bloodline's side?" you mentally prepared yourself when you heard footsteps coming from behind you. "of course she is, hi baby!" jey slung his arm on your shoulders. you tensed up a bit at his touch, but quickly adjusted your position.

he was having the time of his life.

"hi baby, we were just talking about you." you smiled at him. "oooh, always thinking about me?" he flirted back. "always." the interviewer shook his head. "anyways, sorry, i don't have time for this interview, you're wasting my time. i have some other business to do, catch ya later!" you hopped on to jey's back, escaping the cameras. once you were out of the reach of the cameras, you immediately jumped off. "finally." you breathed out. "aw, why'd you hop off? i was gonna carry you to the ring as well." you stared at him, wanting to say something–but nothing came out of your mouth.

it was finally time for your match and you weren't nervous at all. you already built up a chemistry with kevin and sami, you had nothing to worry about. all you had to worry about was the man standing right next to you, with a grin plastered on his face. you song started playing and he held your hand, sticking to the script. "let's do this, (y/n)!" jey smiled.

"the troublemaker (y/n), hand in hand accompanied with... jey uso? what is this?" the commentator said. you jumped on to one of the turnbuckles, holding up your fist. the crowd went wild and you jumped into jey's arms, acting all affectionate. "this is new... we all know that the bloodline has a feud with sami zayn and kevin owens. i think we all know (y/n)'s position in this feud."

the match played out perfectly. right when the referee was going to count, jey dragged him out of the ring, earning gasps from the crowd. you blew a kiss at him, acting out the role. jey returned the gesture, encouraging you to pin kevin. the referee went back inside the ring, counting down the match. "and here is your winner... the troublemaker, (y/n)." jey lifted you up on his shoulders, showing you off to the crowd. "THAT'S MY GIRL!" he yelled. although you knew it was all for show, you couldn't help but to blush. "HELL YEAH!" you shouted, being in character.

"that was quite the stunner you did." you were back in the locker room with him. it was empty, everyone clocked out of work. "thanks." you muttered, taking off your tape. "i've been paying attention at your recent matches, i think that you've improved a lot." he complimented. "thank you." you gave him a small smile. "i think it's quite funny that creatives pulled you into this rowdy gimmick when you're shy and all that." jey chuckled. "yeah..." you sighed.

jey shook his head. "i love it, it shows that you're an amazing performer." your face was entirely red at this point. "i've always wanted to work with you, (y/n). glad that you're here!" he patted your back, causing you to jump a bit. "especially with this fake dating shit, it'll be so fun for us." for you, not for me, you thought. "okay, that's enough flirting with my sister, let's go back." sami suddenly came inside the room. "i wasn't flirting with her!" jey defended himself. "sure mr. 'can't keep my hands off her'." sami rolled his eyes.

“dude, saw your appearance with (y/n) earlier.” jimmy was in his twin’s hotel room, bothering him. “yeah, she did good.” jey said, not looking up from his phone. “you sure you were paying attention at the match? not her?" jimmy teased. "come on man, we all know that you like her." he added. "yeah but not like like her, it's just something stupid." the older twin rolled his eyes. "dawg," he paused for a second. "are you seriously lying to me?"

jey thought it was only a one time thing. he remembered it clearly when you first stepped inside the building. you were only fresh out of nxt, you had a bright future. he heard about you from his younger brother, who was in the roster with you back in his nxt days. solo said that you were one of the nicest people he had ever met and he also 'spilled' some tea about you looking up to the younger uso as your role model. from that day on, he made sure that he was always around you–just to tease and get to know you better.

"big uce has been asking about her too." jey furrowed his brows. "you're fucking with me?" jimmy immediately shook his head. "bro... people might call me a lot of things, but a liar ain't one." of course jey knew that a lot of people were interested in you, but he didn't think that his cousin would be one of them. "imma beat your ass if you're lying." jimmy groaned in despair as he pulled out his phone, showing him texts from roman. he was asking for your number, but knowing that his twin liked you first, jimmy lied and said he didn't have your number. "i love you for real, dawg." "if you get cockblocked by him, i'm laughing my ass off. now is your chance to get her."

you whistled your way into the gym. you took pride in your time managing skills, you were always early. today was practice day and you were officially going to be put in the ring with the bloodline. this 'romance' of yours made fans begged you to finally join the bloodline. luke told you that you were going to proof your worthiness by beating solo in a singles match. "good morning to you, sweetheart!" that voice made you jump a bit.

"good morning." you looked up and saw jey towering over you. "hope you don't mind sharing the gym with me and the others, i won't bother you two, though!" it was reading and gym day for the bloodline. you mentally face-palmed yourself as you walked inside the ring. solo was already standing there, waiting for you to warm up. "how's it going, (y/n)?" he asked. "all good, all good. you wanna start now?" you cracked your knuckles. "well, go for it."

on the other side of the room, jey was watching you and solo beat each other's asses. he was also waiting for his twin to help him with his rep. "we’re here, where’s (y/n)?" jey turned around and saw roman tailing his older brother. "oh, yeah. she's right there with solo. don't break their streak though, they've been on a roll since an hour ago." jey said, secretly not wanting his cousin to interact with you. jimmy gave a 'be serious' kind of look at his twin. jey just shrugged his shoulders in response.

"damn, she's really getting under his skin." jimmy commented, watching you from afar. "i swear her chemistry with solo, kevin, and sami are unbeatable." jey recalled your own skills. "yeah but i heard she doesn't have that kind of chemistry with anyone else." roman added. "GO BABYGIRL!" jey was hyping you up, only for you to lose focus and solo took that chance to pin you. you tapped onto the mat, causing him to laugh.

"really? over my brother? we've been going through it for an hour." solo nudged your shoulders, before offering you a hand. "shut up." you grumbled, taking his hand. the other three walked inside the ring, all sweaty and ready to go. "you finished yet? jey and i need to use it." you nodded in response, taking a sip of your water. jimmy went inside the ring first, leaving jey right next to you. "good job, you were amazing baby."

you really didn't get it. the cameras weren't around and yet he was still acting like he was your boyfriend. "t- thanks." you stuttered, earning a grin from him. "now root for me, imma beat his ass!" he yelled excitedly. you sat down, outside the ring–looking around for solo to no avail. "he's getting his cable." roman saw your confused expression. "oh, okay." you replied, minding your own business.

roman tied his hair and fixed his attire before going inside the ring. you sighed in relief when he stood up. you couldn't help but to feel intimidated by him. of course, he was the face of the company–you didn't want to mess with him. "you okay being on your own?" he asked out of the blue. "u- uh, yeah?" you tilted your head in confusion. "i can stay back and sit with you if you want-" "ay, leave my girl alone!" jey yelled all the sudden, gaining your attention.

"what?" you deserved an award for being the 'most confused person on earth' right now. "yeah, leave her alone. come fight us!" jimmy saw his brother trying to pull you away from roman's devious flirting and immediately backed his brother up. you were a flustered mess when they all looked at you. "come on, roman!" "yeah, yeah."

you were sitting down with all of them, running through the script. "so wait," jimmy scratched his head. "(y/n) has this rebellious act right? and i don't like her because i think she'll betray us like sami did." you nodded at his sentence. "but then she wins and then what?" he asked. "she's gonna side with me for a while and then she'll comply to roman, i think that's the point of this rebellious act." jey answered his brother's question. "that's too bad, i wanna have a friendly type of relationship on stage with (y/n)." roman added. "too bad, get your own girl, uce." jey slung his arm on your shoulders. "sorry, muscle memory." jey joked, looking at your flustered face.

everyone left when you were called by your choreographer. the gym was practically empty as it was already 11 pm. "you still here?" jey's voice made you look up. "oh yeah, i'm waiting for my uber." you muttered, flashing him your phone screen. "shit," he paused for a second. "ride with me. come on, it's late." you shook your head, clearly not wanting to be left alone with him. "i- it's okay!" you blurted out.

"like i told him, i don't want no damn stranger to be paired up with me." jey was driving you back to your house, telling the story about him being set up with you. "i mean, i wouldn't say that we're close. but you're definitely close to my lil bro, so we good." he chuckled. you only nodded in response, trying to sway of the awkward air. "and i know you're shy and all, luke told me about it. if you don't want to do anything, just tell me, alright? don't want to make you uncomfortable."

his sentence made you melt. "thank you for understanding." you offered him a small smile. "goddamn, don't smile at me like that, you're gonna make me fall in love with you or something." jey joked. to say the least, the ride wasn't as awkward as you imagined it to be. it was quiet–a comfortable kind of quiet. jey knew that you weren't really a talker, so he made sure that you were comfortable with him in order for your chemistry to work. "i'll see you at work tomorrow?" you nodded. "see you, pretty girl!"

the match day came and you weren't nervous. you had been in the ring with solo multiple times, so this wasn't new to you. the backstage crew told you that creative's moved your locker room to the bloodline's locker room. right now, you were wrapping your fingers with your tape–with your signature color, red. in front of you was solo, doing the same with his representative color, white. "don't kill me today." you said to him. "i won't kill you, you just got here." he replied with a smile.

"plus if i actually killed you, some mullet boy is gonna beat my ass." speak of the devil, you thought. you heard the door being opened and jey walked in, clearly not in his wrestling attire. "big day for you guys." he dropped his bag inside the locker, taking a seat next to you. "yeah, you better put some trust on me." solo rolled his eyes. "nah, i'm here for here, you can take jimmy." "you're choosing her over me?" jimmy took offence in his twin's words. "i've been with you for my entire life, give me a break."

you drank your water, patiently waiting for your cue to start. solo was already in the ring, jimmy on his side. jimmy was portrayed to be the one who didn't want you in the bloodline, unless you could prove your skills. "(y/n), up in 3... 2... 1..." jey looked at you and winked. "let's go, baby." he took your hand–you grew accustomed to his hands being intertwined in yours. it was definitely a progress that you didn't fluster every time he does something to or with you.

muscle memory knocked your senses. you put on your persona as you walked down the ramp. "the troublemaker (y/n), hand in hand accompanied with jey uso, once again. his brothers are already inside the ring. we could say that jey's the only one who trusts (y/n)." the commentator said, narrating the story. you jumped on to one of the turnbuckles, doing your signature pose, before jumping into jey's arms.

solo circled you and you were ready to do your finishing move. jey and jimmy were having a trash-talk moment as the script played out. solo pulled your shoulders, trying to hit a samoan spike. you superkicked him, causing him to fall on his back. you quickly ran to the turnbuckles, getting on top of it. "and a moonsault from (y/n)!" the commentator yelled. "will she finally prove that she's worthy being in the bloodline?" you were out of breath as you pinned solo in the middle of the ring. "and here is your winner, the newest member of the bloodline, the troublemaker, (y/n)!" jey slid inside the ring, picking you up on his shoulders. "you did it!" his smile dropped when roman's music started playing.

everyone immediately stood up, acknowledging the tribal chief. you really had to hold back a laugh, it was all acting but people were really getting into it. roman made his way to the ring, with paul on his side, obviously. "miami." he spoke to the mic. "acknowledge me." you were still on top of jey's shoulder, hesitating to put a finger up to commemorate the tribal chief and his glory. "put her down." roman instructed.

"i was celebrating with my boyfriend, you're here to ruin it?" you barked into the microphone, still sticking to your character. "you're a part of the bloodline and you're not gonna listen to anyone except me." you were having a stare off with roman, until jey broke it off. "leave her alone, she'll comply." jey defended you. "she needs to, now she's a part of our family. we all know who is the head of the table. me. not you." roman replied.

"i acknowledge you, my tribal chief." you gritted your teeth. "good. now put this on, throw all your old gear away." roman put his hand out and paul pulled something out of his suit. it was a bloodline t-shirt. the fans went wild as they saw you putting it on. "better stay in line and make us all proud." roman said once again. "i will, but i'll do it for one man only. my boyfriend, jey uso." you smirked. "(y/n) might be the newest member of the bloodline, but she is still the rebellious girl we all know. the tension between her and reigns is undeniable interesting for us to see."

jey was watching you the entire time. he couldn't help but to feel attracted to you. the way you were still standing with your guard up (he knew it was an act, but he was mesmerised by it). you had this charm when you were on stage that made people kept their attention on you. off stage? you still had that charm. every time you walked by, people turned their heads–you caught everyone's attention, especially jey uso's. at that exact moment, he knew he had to do something for you to only pay attention the the main event, him.

the walk backstage wasn't quiet. people clapped as soon as they saw you. you were acting your ass off and you thought you deserved to be appreciated. but with your shy nature, you were really flustered to have all the attention on you. before jey could say anything to you, you were pulled by your old faction members. "congrats, (y/n)! that was amazing!" kevin and sami were backstage, waiting for you to come back. “thanks, i miss being in the ring with you guys.” you hugged them, clearly happy to see them again.

“i just hope jey treats you right.” sami nudged you with his elbow. “shut up, it’s an act.” “well by the looks of it, it’s not an act for him.” sami said, looking at your ‘boyfriend’ who was walking to the three of you. “why does everyone want to steal my girl? can’t i just have 5 minutes of peace with her?” he laughed. “your girl is still our little sister.” kevin rolled his eyes. “aight, aight. don’t keep her for too long though!”

back in the locker room, the bloodline was waiting for you. you hesitated a bit to enter the room as they all had a serious expression plastered on their faces. “d- did i do something wrong?” you stuttered. “yes.” roman answered, looking directly into your eyes. “tell her, uce.” jimmy said to jey. “well…” jey walked right next to you. your heart was beating faster than before, you were anxious to know what was happening.

“you did amazing, baby!” jey broke out of his facade and practically lifted you up in his arms. you sighed in relief. “congratulations, (y/n)! you’re a part of the family now!” roman smiled at you. jimmy and solo joined the group hug and you were overwhelmed. maybe this dating idea will really help you overcome your fear of meeting new people, you thought. “thank you, it’s all because of you i was able to do my best.” jey’s eyes widened as he heard you laughing. there was a strange feeling in his chest that he couldn’t brush off–it was something familiar, like the first time he saw you.

you saw the tweets talking about your match with solo. ‘i think (y/n) and jey are cute together, i'd love to see them in a tag-team match’ you read one of them, causing you to giggle and kick your feet. jey uso got you feeling like a silly little student who had a crush on one of the bad boys in your class. truthfully, you kind of hated yourself for being shy and not playing his games–but you were always like this since you were a kid. dare to say, if you really wanted to be with him–you’d have to do something, but nothing came in mind, you just had to wait for yourself to be brave enough to front it out with him.

keeping the kayfabe alive was one important detail of the industry. there had been some times where it was exhausting, but you loved your job and you had to do whatever the company told you to. today, you were called in to shoot a couple of content with other wrestlers, the company wanted to boost their tiktok account. your popularity skyrocketed and creatives wanted to use this spotlight for engagement.

“long time no see, (y/n).” your eyes widened in panic as you recognize the voice. it was sebastian from marketing. you didn’t really have a good relationship with him, he was your merch manager once. all he did was flirt with you and he didn’t take you seriously, due to your shyness, claiming he could do a better job as a wrestler than you. luke was nowhere near you, he was talking to the camera crew. “yeah.” you said, not looking away from your screen.

he sat right next to you, not knowing that you shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. “so you with the young uso dude now?” you panicked and quickly nodded. “kayfabe at its finest. don’t lie to me, i know you’re still single as shit with your shy persona.” he rolled his eyes, moving closer to you. “come on, let’s hang out soon, i miss you.” you couldn’t wait to go home and escape from this man.

jey yawned as he practically dragged his body inside the building. he was called in for a last minute content shooting without his brother because jimmy was spending the day off by sleeping in. he whistled his way through the hallways and spotted a familiar face. it was you, clearly uncomfortable with the man right next to you. jey furrowed his brows and clearly walked faster to you. “baby,” he greeted you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “sorry i was late, got caught in traffic.” you quickly played along with his game.

“it’s okay baby, i was just waiting for you.” you were relieved to see him. “you wanna get to the talent room?” you immediately nodded. sebastian was annoyed at the sight of you and jey being all lovey-dovey. without wanting to make himself a fool, sebastian walked away from the scene. once again, you sighed in relief. “thank you.” you muttered. “saw you were uncomfortable, no one messes with my girl like that.”

days passed by and you grew comfortable with his presence. jey’s teasing died down as your quietness rubbed off on him. now, rather than teasing you non-stop, he preferred to put himself in a position where he made sure that you were comfortable around him. jey would often ask you if you were alright doing a bit with him or if you wanted to change it to your liking. you took a notice of his shift of character. that made you fall harder than before.

from his perspective, he really wanted you to see him as a person who would take you seriously. jey uso had one mission left. he already made you comfortable, he made you laugh, there was only one thing to do. confess.

friday came by and you were going to cut a promo together with jey. today was just a normal day at work. you were early, like usual. you stepped out of the car and immediately went to the locker room, finding it to be… empty? no one was there, but you saw a pair of red shoes near your locker. “was waiting for you to arrive.” jey said, his voice coming from behind you. “the locker room feels empty without solo, jimmy, and roman.” he blurted out. “yeah, it’s just us for today, huh?” the man nodded at your sentence.

it was like clockwork–jey helped you with your tape and you helped him with his tape. the chemistry was built and you didn’t regret working with him. he really helped you get out of your shell and you were thankful for that. he was also thankful for this gimmick as it brought the two of you closer. maybe quiet is nice sometimes, you thought. the quietness died down when you heard the crew telling you to stand by. you looked at jey and offered him a smile. “ready for today?” he nodded. no snarky comments, no flirting, just a nod. it was weird coming from him–although you knew he toned down the flirty attitude.

"(y/n)," jey paused for a second. "i like you a lot, you know that?" he continued. "jey, the cameras aren't here. you don't have to act-" "no, i really like you." he finally confessed. "i don't know, i mean i was interested in you at first... and being in this gimmick with you? made me realize that you're an amazing person. i really can't help myself." he chuckled. you blush at his words, not knowing what to respond. "you don't have to say anything, just hear me out." jey continued.

“i know we’re supposed to be ‘dating’ only on screen but… i like you for real.” he said, holding your hand. you didn’t know what to say. “and like, i tease you a lot. saying you’re my girl and all that, but i do really want you to be my girl.” he saw you being unresponsive and quickly backtracked his own words. “i get it if you don’t like me too, i just feel like i needed to get this out of my chest.” he muttered.

the room felt stuffy for you. you were overwhelmed by his actions and you really didn’t know what to say. jey took it as a no and stood up. “i think your answers are clear, i’ll go then…” he smiled, walking towards the door. “jey, wait.” you ran up to him, pulling his arm. “this is so stupid to say,” you began talking. “but… i can’t believe i’m saying this at my grown age.”

“i like you too.” his ears instantly perked up. “i don’t show it but, i like you too.” you placed your forehead on his back, hiding your flustered face. jey swore he had never been this happy before as he turned around, facing you. his grin grew wider when he saw your face. “come on, we need to go on stage first, be the rebel and the main event,” jey hugged you. “when we get back, we can just be (y/n) and jey.” he kissed your forehead.

just (y/n) and jey, you thought. “that sounds nice.”

a/n: 2 weeks… didn’t post any of my writings for 2 weeks… that’s a long time (for me). i hope y’all enjoyed this because i really like writing jey soooo here’s to 200 (it’s 211 now baby!), thank you for your support <3!! i promise i’ll write more!

#the usos #wwe #wwe imagines #roman reigns #jey uso #wrestling #cody rhodes #jimmy uso #paul heyman #jey uso x reader #jey uso imagines #jey uso imagine #roman reigns imagines #wwe x reader #solo sikoa

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hi, i really liked your work in ao3, so i’d like to request about joel where reader is pregnant and she’s freaking out a bit about telling joel, afraid he’s not going to take the new well, mostly cause of his traumas, but also cause it’s not a safe environment to raise a kid. thank you!

So sorry this took me absolutely forever to get to my lovely, school has been super busy for me! But I'm so happy that you liked my other Joel works and came over here send a request <3 I hope you like this!!

WC: 3.6K (this one got away from me woops)

Warnings: afab!reader, pregnancy, set in Jackson, no real spoilers (that i noticed), one cuss word, mentions of doubts and intrusive thoughts over the pregnancy, very unedited (i am tired and i am sure there are a ton of mistakes sorry)

When the sickness first started you chalked it up to food poisoning from the twenty some year old can of Cambell’s baked potato soup you had found and eaten while out on a three day supply run. Joel had warned you about eating it, but you had been too excited over the soup and the nostalgic memories of before the outbreak that it brought with it. So it wasn’t too much of a surprise when two days later as you were hunched over the toilet, Joel rubbed your back gently and waited until after you were finished and he passed you a glass of water, crossing his arms as he leaned back against the door frame and sighed, “Told you not to eat that soup.”

You had only huffed at him and lifted your hand, motioning for help, to which Joel helped you up off the floor and helped you to bed. He left you there with your glass of water and a small trash can, but not before he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead and whispered, “Rest up. I’ll come check up on ya in a few hours.”

Of course when a week passed and you were still running from bed each morning, Joel insisted you visit the doctor in town. You pushed back at first, saying that it was probably just the flu, it was that time of year right before winter fully sets in and the weather bounced from warm and cold and almost everyone had at least the sniffles. Joel, however, kept pushing and eventually he won out after a particularly rough day where you could barely hold down water and you couldn’t handle Joel’s worried glances anymore.

So the next morning, before he left for his patrol, Joel walked you to the building downtown that had long been converted into a doctor’s office. The whole walk there Joel kept fretting over you.

“You sure you’ll make it back home alright? I can ask Maria to come and walk you back when she’s finished, or have her grab Ellie to do it.”

”I’ll be fine. I swear you act like I am gonna walk out of there knocking on death’s door.”

Joel of course gives you an exasperated look as the two of you turn the corner to the main hub of Jackson that was downtown and he gives a huff before saying, “You just have me worried. I’ve never seen you this sick and you haven’t been getting any better. It’s been two weeks, you should be getting better by now.”

“Joel, I really think you are making a mountain out of a molehill here,” you reply to his worry, trying to reassure him just a little, but as he opens the door for you to enter the doctor’s office he just shakes his head while looking at the ground. When he meets your eyes again, he says with full seriousness, “I don’t think you ‘re taking this serious enough. Maybe I should stay an’ make sure you don’t downplay everything.”

At that you take a step forward towards Joel and stick a finger on his chest with your eyebrows raised.

“Oh no, you are going to go do your patrol with Tommy. I can do this like an adult,” you pause and meet Joel’s hazel gaze, reading into his worry with a sigh, “and I promise I will tell the doc the whole truth, leaving nothing out. You aren’t going to lose me to something as small as the flu Joel Miller, you’re stuck with me.”

That earned you a small quirk of Joel’s lips, before he sighed again before nodding. You gave him a small smile back and pressed a kiss to Joel’s nose before whispering a goodbye and walking into the doctor’s office.

---

Well, Joel was right it would seem. It wasn’t the flu like you had assumed. You weren’t even sure how to wrap your head around what the doctor had come in and told you. He had told you that he ran the test twice just to be sure, but both had come back positive. You were pregnant and there was no doubt in your mind whose child it was.

You didn’t mean to start crying, but once it started you couldn’t stop, the tears cascading down your cheeks as your shoulders shook with silent gasping sobs. Your doctor held you, letting your tears soak his shoulder as he ran a comforting hand up and down your back. From his reaction, you doubt this is the first time he’s comforted someone with news like this, afterall who wants to bring new life into a world like the one surrounding you now, it wasn’t a safe environment for children. 

Once you had calmed, the doctor pulled away and with a gentle voice started giving you the pregnancy spiel- avoid this, don’t drink that, try to eat more of this. All of it was a blur in your mind, shock clouding your thoughts. The doctor told you he estimated that you were about six or seven weeks in, which is when morning sickness tended to make an appearance. So he gave you a bottle of multivitamins to start taking as well as a chamomile and ginger tea that is supposed to help the nausea. He also gave you a small bag of honey and mint candies, saying he was a little worried about your lack of calorie and fluid intake over the last week, telling you to drink the tea and try and suck on a few candies until you thought you could hold down actual food. 

As you got ready to leave, your tote of goodies, as the nurse had called it, slung over your shoulder, the doctor gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze and a small smile telling you, “Try not to worry too much, you’re in the best spot in the whole country to be going through something like this, and you aren’t alone, you have a whole town at your back. Not to mention the hardest fighter in town beside you.”

You returned his smile, though your’s was hollow and full of worry, and nodded. You wished the doctor and the nurse a good week and walked home, not stopping until you were alone in your bathroom sobbing as you slid down the wall in your shower.

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Weeks passed and your nausea and morning sickness eased with the help of the tea which you drank in the mornings, smiling over the rim of your mug as Joel drank his coffee, always offering you some and you always declining. He never seemed any suspicious of your condition. He believed you that evening when you had told him a lie, told him that you had been right, that the doctor said it had been the flu making you sick. He didn’t question you when in the mornings after saying you were better you still drank the tea telling him you had really liked it and just didn’t want it to go to waste, when in reality you were still waking up with a queasy stomach each morning.

You aren’t completely sure why you continued to hide the pregnancy for Joel. He didn’t say it much, but he had told you that he loved you, he showed it to you almost daily through small things like bringing you fresh eggs when you mentioned a craving for cookies but you were missing that one ingredient, how he brought home you favorite food from the dining hall once you were finally able to hold down food again, how he surprised you with a gift yesterday- a small wooden bird carving he’d started for you when he noticed you’d been feeling down. He loved you, you knew this, and you loved him, but you were terrified of telling him. What if it changed how he felt? What if he didn’t take the news well?

You should know to ignore these doubts, you really should, but they cloud your thoughts anyway. Joel had already been through so much with his daughter, Sarah, and his adoptive daughter, Ellie. He’d long since confided both of their stories to you, he had told you how the death of his daughter had shattered him and how his cross country trip with Ellie had broken him back down once more. What if the pregnancy brought up all the bad memories and traumas for him? What if it was too much for him to go through the process of raising, caring, and protecting another kid?

That’s not even mentioning your own personal worries of the pregnancy. You knew Jackson was one of the safest places left, but that doesn’t mean that it is completely safe from the outside world. The town often had enough raids from hunters to remind you of that fact, and the hordes of infected wandering up north and getting closer to town were of no comfort to these worries either. And what about all the possible complications? Things could always go south and put you at risk. You could die giving birth, the baby could die, both of you could die. You both could end up as just another name on Joel’s list of loss. You didn’t want to be another source of pain for him, you didn’t want to hurt the man you loved like that. 

So you don’t tell him. You continue to smile at him over the rim of your mug each morning. You continue to live your life around Jackson like nothing is different and you live in fear of the day you can no longer hide yourself from the man you love.

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Months pass and you continue working. You continued patrols with Joel and you kept putting on the facade that everything was fine and like there wasn’t a constant fight going on in your head. Joel of course ever observant gave you worried looks like he could see through your mask, but never brought it up nor asked you what was troubling you. It was tearing you apart being the only one that knew and unable to bring yourself to say anything. 

The nausea and morning sickness started to fade around the three month mark and you were truly overjoyed to not be waking up feeling ill each morning. But of course there had to be a downside. You only got another two weeks without the morning sickness before you noticed the thing that was going to be your undoing. 

You had been pulling on your jeans, getting ready for the day’s patrol- one of the longer routes and you’d be accompanied by both Joel and Tommy- only when it got to buttoning them, you couldn’t. You’d noticed them getting a little tight, but had hoped that you’d have more time. Luck had never been on your side however, so as you struggled with the button you could feel your heart in your throat as your panic started to take ahold of you. 

After several minutes you gave up, knowing your struggle was going to stay fruitless. Looking around your room for a solution, you paused on your spare pair of boots. As quickly as possible you dethreaded both sets of shoelaces and slipped them through your jean’s belt loops as many times as possible before tying the sides together and zipping the jeans closed as much as you could. 

After shoving your boots that still had their laces on, you raced downstairs and rushed out an apology as you slipped your coat on, the weather still holding its chill.

“Sorry I couldn’t find my warm sweater. Let’s go before Tommy starts complaining about us holding him up.”

Joel just shook his head with a fond smile, holding your bag out for you to take as you passed to leave the house. 

The walk to the front gate was quiet, the morning sun just gracing the horizon as you rubbed your hands together and slipped them into your pockets for your gloves which you hurriedly pulled on. Like you had predicted, once you reached the gate, Tommy stood next to his horse with his arms crossed and he spoke up as you and Joel approached, “What took you both so long? Coulda slept in in my nice warm bed if I’d known you’d be late.”

You rolled your eyes as Joel helped you up onto your horse and he replied, “Someone couldn’t find their warm sweater even though it was hanging right there in the closet.”

Gasping, you nudged Joel’s shoulder with the toe of your boot as he walked away, grumbling, “Just throw me under the bus why don’t you. See if I agree to go on anymore patrols with you two.”

Tommy laughs as he swings onto his own horse before leading the three of you out of Jackson and out towards your path for the day.

The three of you travel in silence for a little bit, you yourself enjoying listening to the early morning bird songs. Once you all get to the first sign-in point, you all take the chance for a pause and a stretch. You walk around the converted home, stopping to look through the bay window in one of the upstairs bedrooms. The room was clearly a kid’s room, the walls painted with fields and a barn and farmhouse surrounded by houses, cattle, chickens, and bison. The bed one of those that grew with a kid, going from cradle to toddler bed. Toys and stuffies long forgotten and scattered around the room. You leaned down and picked one up, a weathered build-a-bear wearing a pair of faux denim overalls and a red handkerchief. Gently you wiped the dirt and dust off the eyes, letting the black plastic shine once again. 

Without realizing it, one of your hands drifted down to lay on your lower abdomen as you swallowed heavily and your eyes start to water. But you don’t get too far, as a soft knock on the door behind you brings you back. Turning, you find Joel looking over you, eyes slightly worried as he holds out a small pack of dried fruit. You give him a small smile and set the bear down on the bed before grabbing the food, noticing the hand on your stomach, quickly laughing and patting the hand there saying, “You must have heard my stomach growl downstairs.”

Taking your lead Joel gave you a grin replying, “Thought there was a runner up here from all the noise it was making.”

You huffed a laugh, kissing Joel’s cheek as you walked back downstairs and let out a sigh of thanks to whoever let you get away that easily with such a terrible lie. But you didn’t dwell on it, the three of you hopping onto your horses and setting out on the trail once more. 

As you went this time, Joel and Tommy passed the time with conversation. You though just listened to them, eating the fruit Joel had given you and occasionally adding little input when prompted. 

Tommy made mention that the meat stores were running a little low and he’d been asked to try and catch a deer if he could. That led the two down a conversation over how the food stores as a whole were doing and if there needed to be any supply runs anytime soon. You however zoned out at this knowing they would probably get wrapped up in the conversation. Instead you looked around as you rode, both to keep an eye out for anything and to keep your mind busy. Not that it worked as your mind drifted.

You were starting to show and while it wasn’t too noticeable right now, it would only be a matter of time before nothing fit and you’d be forced to tell Joel, or he’d figure it all out himself. At this point you're worried over his anger at being left in the dark over this for so long as well, adding to the number of worries you already held. The doctor had told you on your last check up that all your stress and worrying was causing your blood pressure to raise and that worried him. He had urged you to take a break, to try and relax but you couldn’t, not when relaxing meant your thoughts would be given more time to circle and bring you more stress and worry. You just wished all of this would disappear, that everything was fine and you only had to worry about the usual things like hunters and infected. You hated yourself for it, because you had truly not wanted it, but in the beginning you had hoped and prayed that something would happen, that this would go away and you wouldn’t have to tell Joel. But here you are and you should have known that this child being part Joel meant it wasn’t going to give up, that it was going to be there no matter how hard they had to fight, and fuck did you already love the little devil, but the worry it brought left you breaking apart. 

Hearing your name shouted pulled you from your thoughts. Jerking your head you met Joel’s worried and confused look as he said, “Come on, Tommy is gonna go start a fire for us all to warm up an’ I spotted some deer tracks so you an’ me are gonna go see if we can find anything…..you good?”

Looking around, you noticed the three of you had reached the next sign in spot on the patrol route while you had been lost in your thoughts. Turning back to Joel you nodded before sliding from your horse and tying her up.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, just got a little lost in thought. Sorry.”

Joel just nodded slowly, his worried look not leaving, before he nodded his head to the right, saying, “The tracks lead this way.”

You nod, and grab your rifle from your shoulder, and start to follow after him, watching the tracks as the two of you go. It didn’t take long to catch up to the deer, the pretty female gazing on an open patch of grass only a fifteen minute or so walk from where you both had left Tommy and the horses. Quietly, both you and Joel looked through your scopes that the deer as she slowly stepped and ate at the patch of grass. You had had a clear shot, and were about to take it, knowing Joel’s own was blocked by a thin tree in front of him, but you paused when you saw movement next to her and that’s when you saw the small fauntling clinging close to its mother’s legs.

For some reason all of your worries came to a head as you saw the two together, and your hands shook as you put your rifle down. Joel turned to you confused as he had yet to notice the baby, so you just turned to him and shook your head and pressed your fingers to your lips before pointing to the deer and cradling your arms, signing to him that she had a baby with her. Joel took another quick look and sighed, putting his rifle down as well when he finally saw the fawn. 

The two of you started back to Tommy to tell him that the prints had been a dead end, but halfway back you couldn’t help but pause, and say, “Do you ever feel jealous of them?”

Confused, Joel turned to look at you where you stood and shook his head as he said, “What?”

You sigh and refuse to meet his eyes as you motion back to where the deer were, clearing your throat.

“The animals. Do you ever get jealous over how they aren’t chased after like we are, how they can’t turn into monsters that become murderous and hunt down the rest of their species? They just have to worry about running fast enough away from those of us that are living so they don’t become some terribly seasoned stew.”

Joel takes a step towards you, reaching a hand out to cup your shoulder, and says your name, “Where is this coming from? Does this have to do with what’s had you so stressed lately?”

You opened your mouth to reply, to brush it all away and just say nevermind, that it didn’t matter it was only a thought, but you met Joel’s eyes, the hazel swirling with concern and his voice laced with the need to help. In that moment every reply is lost to your tongue and your eyes swell with tears as you utter the words you’d been so terrified to share.

“Joel, I’m pregnant.”

The seconds ticked like hours as you realized you finally let the truth slip. As you watched the emotions filter over Joel’s face. Surprise, confusion, worry….wonder. His eyes danced around your figure as a single tear finally slipped.

“You’re sure?”

You nodded choppily and you gave him a timid smile.

“Yeah…turns out you were right months ago, it was never the flu,” you paused, taking a shuddering breath before continuing, “I…. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I-I just didn’t know how and my head kept fueling all these ‘what ifs’ around my thoughts and I just didn’t know how to handle it but god I should have told you and I am sorry.”

Gently, Joel cupped your face and wiped away the tears that had fallen as you apologized. He looked at you like you had just whispered to him the secret cure to the infection, one that didn’t involve Ellie. 

Joel’s eyes bounced between your own as he asked, “How far….how far along are you?”

“Almost three and a half months,” you reply, your stress slowly fading to the background and slipping away.

Joel, as if he could see all of your doubts over the last three months, looks you right in the eye as he says, “You don’t have to worry anymore. Nothing will happen to either of you, not under my watch.”

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#joel x reader #joel miller x reader

[ceasarslegion]

wait, now im really interested in the silica gel drama. how did hlrp sex ed lead to eating a gel packet?

This is going to require a novel's length of context.

To begin, I want to underline that this is not meant to be a callout post, and I will not be providing any identifying traits that could be used to single this person out. The most you will get out of that are she/her pronouns, and her age at the time this happened, which was years ago, and I will not specify what year. I genuinely do hope she got the help she needed after this, because LORD knows she needs it and didn't find it at home. This is also not meant to be a character assassination, nor should anybody who reads this post consider it to be a takedown of any sort, and if you try to find this person through me or any of our mutual friends, you will not be met with kind words. The only thing this is meant to be is a wild-ass story of some of the most off the wall experiences I personally had with this person from my specific side of the story, with a few no-username screenshots attached to prove I am not bullshitting you.

With that in mind, let's get started. This is going to be very long, so I'm throwing in a read more

Back when I was in uni, I joined a growing group of Half Life roleplay blogs. The whole idea of our group was that we each chose a character, canon or OC, and we would blog as if the pre-Black Mesa incident moment in the timeline was a workplace comedy a la The Office or Superstore. I played Barney, because I was already working night shift security at this point and thought it would be funny. Plus, it gave me something to do that wasn't staring at CCTV feeds all night tossing a ball against the wall. We played off of each other very well, yes-anding our way through funny little situations and plotlines we put together. At one point we had roleplayed enough that one of the scientist rpers created a discord server for us to talk as the actual people we are instead of through characters.

Great idea at the time. None of us saw the "Pandora's box" label on the tin before we opened it. Would I still join it if I knew what was about to transpire? Yes, because I met my boyfriend and many genuinely lovely friends through it. Would I hesitate for a second first, though, as the events that are about to transpire flashed before my eyes? Oh, abso-fucking-lutely.

We started off as many fandom servers do: chill for the most part, very loud minority of a few assholes who ruined it for the rest of us, but unlike most fandom servers, we actually won and it ended in them getting banned and the server itself surviving to this day. But the other two lunatics are not who you came here for. You want the christian lunatic.

Let's give her a nickname to make this easier. I have the Sylveon build a bear on my PC desk. Let's call her Syl.

Syl was not there for Half Life, she was there for Portal. She LOVED Portal, Half Life was just part of the same universe for her. Portal wasn't just a game for her, it was her entire personality. Which I didn't see much of an issue with at the time, because she said she was 15. Whatever, I thought; she'll learn to control her emotional attachment to things as she gets older. Syl also said that she was christian. I am a flaming atheist who doesn't even believe in the concept of a soul in comparison and I am NOT the biggest fan of christianity as an institution to put it mildly, but I'm not gonna like, be a dick to you for your personal religion if you are not a dick about my beliefs, so I didn't think much of it at the time.

It quickly became apparent that Syl looked up to me more than any of the other adults in the group the more I would talk about my life growing up as a third culture kid and moving out on my own at 19, working 2 jobs and going to a good university. She would ask me a lot about growing up and uni and moving out and yes, sex ed, and it became even more apparent that she didn't get any actual guidance from her parents or pastors or ANYBODY beyond bible studies and homeschooling, so I kinda stumbled into a mentorship role in her life. I wasn't cold, but I was aware of the age and maturity difference between us and established the appropriate boundaries with her and made it very clear that I am an internet friend, not an irl friend or an educator, but if no one else was going to give her information that wasn't actively harmful then fuck, I guess SOMEONE had to do it. I could not in good conscience watch some kid go through life with harmful inaccuracies about the world and basic human biology when I could have done something about it, y'know?

And the more things I taught her about the real world and how things actually work rather than how her republican bible-thumping rural town said they did, the more I realized she was born into a full-blown cult under the guise of a christian congregation. Oh goody, I had my work cut out for me. I will not get into the details of how messed up this group was because it will be a dead giveaway of where she lives and potentially who she is, but let's just say that one time I said that I appreciated the gesture of praying for me during a stressful week I was having but it didn't really do anything for my mental health because I was an atheist, and she sent me a bunch of bible verses begging me to start believing and said "I just don't want you to go to hell because you're so nice :((" EXCUSE ME??? Another time she said that death was only sad for non-christians because their loved ones were in hell and that proper christians deaths were a good thing because they were in heaven now. Hi, that's the most insensitive death cult shit I've ever heard in my goddamn life.

Okay, set up is done. All of these details will tie in like the world's worst reboot of Pulp Fiction, I prommy.

After a good long while learning about the world from me (which like... a uni kid working night shift security is not exactly an academic source but we take what we can get) and exposure to viewpoints outside of her in-group, Syl began that very painful journey of realizing that what the cult taught you was a lie. Except that she just wasn't grasping that unlearning things was an active process. She started to flip to the opposite side very quickly, but kept all the fundamental brainwashing of the cult that raised her. The concepts were all the same, just slapped a different label on them. This created a noticeable pull between two sides of the same personality: the cult personality, and the person beyond the cult who wanted to break free. Mix that with how fucking 15 years old every 15 year old is, and you have a LETHAL concoction just waiting to blow up at the first sign of a spark.

Remember how I said that Portal was her whole personality? Syl decided that she wanted to be a scientist, and go into an ivy league program like I was in (I was in a SOCIAL science, but sure). Problem was, she didn't have the grades or the ambition, really. I had told her that I still got into an ivy league when I failed math in high school, and she seemed to completely miss the part where I said that I also joined every extra-curricular, then worked for 2 gap years for recognized institutions, and wrote an essay about why my math grade is not relevant to my program. I did it with one bad grade, so she was justified in basically just slacking off and then excusing it with "but its haaarrrdd" when we'd tell her she needs to put the fucking work in NOW if that's what she wants to do.

It quickly derailed from here. Not only was she going to be a scientist, she was going to be like Cave Johnson. And she was going to... replace her body with robot parts so she could be like glados. I don't... think she actually knew what science is, because she would just publically fantasize about running unethical experiments on people in the name of "science," and talk about how one day she wants to basically establish aperture labs for real. All of us who were there kind of agree that we don't think she was joking based on what we knew about her and the cadence of her tone. Here's something she said at the time to give you an idea of what direction she was nosediving in:

This was after a session with her therapist where said therapist said that she definitely has some kind of personality disorder, after which she was weirdly proud of having one and treated it like a badge of honour.

Syl then made a separate group chat for all the best friends she made on the server. There was her, me, @false-pyre, and @imtheaura. She titled it "My Family," despite the fact that we were all adults and she was 15 and she only knew us over a discord half life server where one person in it stepped up to somewhat equip her for real life outside of a cult. Regardless though that GC was more the vibe of a group of friends sharing memes and chatting about the day than the wider server was at the time. The others began to also take on a sort of mentorship role towards her as well, because that's kind of inevitable when you get someone talking about teenager problems in a room full of adults who all made the same mistakes before in their own lives. Well, minus the cult.

And remember how I said that she didn't unlearn any of the cult shit? Well, there was a lot of proselytizing. She decided she wasn't christian for a spell, but still wanted us and everyone to know that jesus was the lord and savior and we had to accept him or we'd burn in hell. Usually said after we'd make some joke about satan being daddy or declaring ourselves god instead, because that is just the type of humor the others and i have with each other. She took it so personally whenever one of us would go "oh my god" "you called?" it was fucking annoying. I lost count of the amount of lectures she gave us, all of which I'd shut down and tell her to get a grip about because I have a big stupid mouth.

The others and I also like to talk about evolution, and speculate about where we're going from here. My fucking god, did she not like that. She bit our heads off about how evolution isn't real and god made everyone as we are and there's no scientific evidence or whatever the hell. Like yeah good luck getting into STEM with that mindset. Whenever we pointed out that she was objectively wrong about that, she'd have a big stupid meltdown about how much we're slandering god and how jesus died for us and we're spitting in his face or whatever. He should spit in MY face inste-*GUNSHOT*

Eventually, we were making some actual progress with her. She was still one fry short of a happy meal and going off about how much she wanted to put living subjects in test tubes in between knocking on our doors and reciting Hello from the Book of Mormon musical, but we were getting somewhere. And then she went back to in person school, and her favourite teacher got fired.

The schoolboard did not say why she got fired, but we all had our suspicions that it was because she openly supported queer rights in a cult town. She was coincidentally retired shortly after making a declaration that queer people are still welcome in god's kingdom. This teacher was the first in person adult Syl had for guidance, so that incident shook her to her core, and she fell right back into the extremism. Hook, line, and sinker, even more extreme than before.

She was WEIRD that week, man. Suddenly everything was about how great god was, how amazing jesus was. Suddenly she understood why her cult member parents "just wanted to protect her" from gay characters on disney+ originals. Suddenly no one could say "jesus christ lol" around her or she'd have a fit. I said "I hate cycle counts lmao i wanna kms" because my then-job (I had graduated at this point) made me do inventory management spontaneously and wouldn't let me go home until I had counted every product in the store, and she bit my head off accusing me of turning suicide into a joke.

It was that incident that made us tell her to knock it off already, that we understood it was a hard week for her and she was in a period of grief, but that is no excuse for how she had been acting towards everyone around her that wasnt christian, and that she was actively relapsing. I'll let the exchange speak for itself:

So uh. After years of helping Syl through this she goes and pulls this bullshit. And then has the fucking AUDACITY to act like nothing ever happened in the wider server. I am genuinely gobsmacked by the balls on her to act like it was all sunshine and rainbows in the wider server after sending this and immediately leaving the same GC SHE made and titled "My Family" just because we told her to stop acting like a goddamn Jonestown citizen after all the work we'd put in to get her out of that mentality at this point.

So I dragged her up in front of everyone and essentially said "no, nuh uh, you don't get to say that shit to the people who have lost sleep and asked for nothing in return trying to help you escape a cult over the last 2 years and then act like we're all buddy buddy to everybody else. You don't get to be that arrogant and self-righteous without any consequences. I don't give a fuck how young you are, you DON'T treat the people who have helped you this much like that, you selfish little shit. How dare you treat us like this after all we've done for you over the years."

Unfortunately, no one involved had surviving screenshots of this, but they can back me up on it if they so choose. And oh boy, DID she face the consequences of her own actions. The whole server basically turned their heads and went "what the FUCK is wrong with you, Syl??" and asked her to at least like, apologize. She proceeded to double down with the added audacity of "you guys taught me how to establish healthy boundaries, that's all I'm doing right now :(( oh woe is me :(((" like WOW, okay. Someone's really going for the persecution complex.

Here's her last goodbye to us all before the mass block fest occured:

Oh, boohoo. You're so hard done by. You spat in the faces of everyone who stayed up all night multiple times helping you through crises and spent the last 2 years teaching you about how the world really worked and then they asked you to apologize after you tried to escape accountability. You truly are god's strongest soldier, the most persecuted minority in the world. Let me play you an ode to how righteous and holy you are and how this was the most important hill to sacrifice all your outsider friendships on on the world's smallest violin.

Syl then went on to post on her roleplay blog that she "was banned because I spoke up for what was right, and they didn't like that" before deleting it. Truly no one has suffered as much as you.

Anyway, the day after that went down, I called in from work, bought this book, and read the whole thing purely out of spite:

It was greatly therapeutic. After that incident, I vowed to never sanitize my own atheistic beliefs for the benefit of others again. If they don't like them, they don't have to talk to me. But I am not changing them for other people or keeping them quiet just to spare your feelings anymore, I have as much a right to my beliefs as anyone else does, including the world's most persecuted minority here.

And well, the silica gel incident?

There was one incident, during the height of Syl's "I am the irl cave johnson and only want to get into STEM to conduct unethical experiments on people. follow jesus" era, the rest of us were joking about how silica gel packets are the ultimate forbidden snack, and said "haha would eating it make you see shrimp colours" knowing full well it can kill you.

Syl proceeded to actually eat a silica gel packet and then send in "it has a sandy texture and tastes bad" prompting the rest of us to go "WE WERE FUCKING JOKING FIND YOUR POISON CONTROL HOTLINE RIGHT NOW"

And because i didnt get this done until now, I'll tag everyone who said they wanted to read this or expressed interest: @captainjonnitkessler @formydarlingtoread @cra-zwizard @chasingnightrainbows

#ramblings #what do i even tag this

[another-lost-mc]

summary: karasu returns to work after taking a vacation to meet you in-person for the first time. mammon, his best friend and self-appointed wingman, wants all the details.

pairing: modern au!karasu x gn!reader

content: sfw-ish (references to vague sexual situations but nothing explicit). discussions about safe sex and suggestive thoughts towards the end. this is mostly banter between mammon and karasu with some very brief insecurity and pining on karasu's part.

word count: 1k

a/n: this is a scene from my modern!au idea where karasu meets streamer!mc online and after lots of mutual pining they finally decide to meet.

“What are you doing in my office?”

Karasu stumbled backwards in surprise when he opened the door to his office and found the dimly lit room occupied. He glared at the uninvited guest who sat in the chair at his computer desk, spinning lazily in slow circles like he had nowhere else to be.

“I was waitin’ for you,” Mammon said matter-of-factly in a tone that was far too chipper for a Monday morning. He was rarely in the building before ten o’clock most mornings–perks of being one of the CEO’s younger brothers, apparently. The fact that he was wide-awake and waiting in Karasu's office before eight a.m. was suspicious.

“Well, I wish you wouldn’t. I nearly dropped my coffee.” Karasu set his messenger bag and drink on the desk and stood beside Mammon, motioning impatiently that he should get up and leave. He sighed when Mammon nestled deeper into the chair and made himself more comfortable instead.

"That's not nice. Maybe I just wanna catch up, huh?" Mammon jutted out his bottom lip in an exaggerated pout.

“I was only off for two days," Karasu reminded him, "and I'm sure both of us have work to do.” He reached for the small stack of messages and documents he had to go through.

“Yeah, yeah, in a bit. Aren’t you gonna tell me about your little vacation?” When Karasu opened his mouth to respond, Mammon quickly added, “And don’t tell me it was just fine,” he drawled, emphasizing the words with air quotes. “You told me that it was fine the first night you were gone and I barely heard from you again until you told me you were boarding the plane home.”

“Well, it was fine,” Karasu insisted, setting his papers aside. He relented when Mammon leveled him with an unimpressed stare. “But if it'll get you out of my office sooner, yes, I had a wonderful time. It was a pleasant change of scenery and the hotel you recommended was very nice." Karasu hummed thoughtfully. "Perhaps I should get away more often. HR keeps pestering me about all the vacation time I need to use up.”

Mammon poked Karasu in the side and snickered when his friend skittered out of reach. “Stop trying to change the subject, will ya? I'm dyin' here. Tell me more about MC.”

Karasu fidgeted under Mammon’s scrutiny and finally looked away from his knowing gaze. It was the whole purpose of that trip, after all: meeting you in-person for the first time and sight-seeing with you in an unfamiliar city across the country. He only planned to be there for only four days. He figured it would be enough time to enjoy your company if things went well but it wasn't presumptuous either. He didn’t want to make you nervous with too many expectations if he was there too long.

“We went shopping, did a little sight-seeing, and we visited some very nice restaurants." Karasu researched some local food options in advance because he knew he was a picky eater. He was surprised that you already had some recommendations in mind for him too. It was only one of many ways you made him feel welcome, like he belonged there with you. There was nothing more unsettling than the feeling of regret while he waited at the airport to board his flight and wished the entire time he didn't have to.

He cleared as his throat grew thick when he remembered the last teary-eyed kiss he shared with you the afternoon before; he hoped Mammon didn't notice.

"It was more than I imagined it would be and honestly, it was…kind of perfect,” Karasu admitted quietly in a wistful tone, but he glared at Mammon who whooped excitedly like it was the best news he ever heard. 

“C’mon, can you blame me? I’m happy that you’re happy. You need to get out more often, y’know, especially if spending time with 'em makes you feel that way.” Mammon scooted the chair closer to Karasu on its squeaky wheels. “Between you and me, did you use any of the you-know-what?” he asked in a mock whisper, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

Karasu’s nose wrinkled in distaste. “I still don’t know how you managed to sneak that into my luggage.”

That referred to the travel-size box of condoms Mammon put in Karasu’s bag the morning he dropped him off at the airport.

“Look, I was just tryin’ to be supportive, alright? Didn’t want my boy getting caught unprepared in case things with your little crush went well.” 

“I suppose it was considerate of you, even if it was extremely juvenile. We're not teenagers anymore, even though one of us needs reminding every now and then.” Karasu reached for his drink and glanced at Mammon over the rim of his cup when he lifted it to his lips. “And while I appreciate your concern, please let me take care of my own packing from now on,” he murmured after a sip of black coffee.

He knew his friend meant well, but a travel size box of three measly condoms? Considering his dating history, maybe Mammon considered that wishful thinking. Before meeting you, Karasu might've agreed with him.

But he decided not to tell Mammon how flustered he was on the second morning of his trip when he had to find a pharmacy in the vicinity of the hotel, or the way you laughed when he held up the empty box he tucked away in the corner of his suitcase. He didn't tell Mammon how you laced your hands together in the store and watched while he plucked a box off the shelf and dropped it into the shopping basket, or how you kissed his cheek and teased him that the 10-pack might not be enough. The heat in your eyes made your words feel like a challenge, one he happily accepted, and he was still a little sore in all the best ways from it.

All he knew was that the next time he saw you–and Karasu hoped that would be very soon–he was more than willing to meet all your expectations.

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[tipsyleaf]

𝔹𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕒 𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕕 ℝ𝕦𝕟 [𝔼𝕟𝕕]

DI!Leon Kennedy x Reader

Summary: Leon finally wakes up...

Words: 1.5k

Content Warning: kinda Cliff hanger end (sorry not sorry), talks of loneliness and emptiness

[Previous Part]

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Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. A whole lot of nothing.

He huffs in irritation, rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes as he shuts the filing cabinet with his hip. An hour of searching this entire room and nothing.

I'm getting too old for this job...

Glancing over at you, he turns his flashlight off, walking over as he slips it into it rightful place in his pocket. Leon leans on the desk, moving closer down to your level.

"Anything interesting?" You shake your head.

"Nothing useful. Just a bunch a money transfers and employee back and forth... You?" You look up at him from the desk chair. Frustration written across your face.

"They cleaned the place out. Not a single scrap of anything useful."

"You still got that flashdrive with the copies of anything we could get off from the servers that wasn't blocked by a password?" Leon nods, giving you a curious slide eye.

"Why?"

"Claire is gonna want copies of everything we could find. Especially if this is another outbreak contained to Havana. TerraSave would appreciate it."

In the moment all he can think back to is Alcatraz and the hell that day was. How he could have been turned himself if it wasn't for the luck of Rebecca showing up at the right exact time with a vaccine.

With the life he's had alone, he wouldn't wish that on his worst enemy.

He softly shrugs with a nod. You were right, whatever information you could find in the moment was important. If you didn't gather it, it just be destroyed to save face for the bioweapon creating organization you were investigating this week.

You look over at the rows of servers, blue lighting up against the wall, grinning you look back at Leon.

"You feel like destroying shit?"

"What did you have in mind?" He smirks watching you reach into your holster pouch and pull out a grenade.

"Boom boom?" He breathes out a laugh, grabbing your shoulder and giving it an approving squeeze.

"That's my girl, I'm teaching you well."

Within minutes you were both rushing out of the room, the clunk of the grenade echoing as it bounced across the floor. The sliding door to the room shutting behind you both as the loud BOOM pierced the air.

Causing the metal door to indent outwards and slowly clang onto the floor. You stare at the door rocking back and forth on its indent. Leon looks at you, giving a nod of approval right before the hallway turns into a flashing red color and sirens start blaring.

"Okay, maybe that wasn't the best idea!" He yells over the loud screeching.

Both turning you hall ass back the way you originally came in. Stopping in your tracks you both look as a metal gate closes over the end of the hallway, you're only exit.

"Son of bitch..." You mumble, turning to look at him. He starts looking around, trying to formulate some kind of plan.

Leon pushes a door open gesturing for you to come over, stepping to him you see a staircase going up.

"I guess you could say, things are looking up." You groan at his stupid remark he definitely thinks is funny.

"Boo, hiss. Bad joke." You push past him and start up the stairs.

"Oh, like you could do any better Smartass." He quickly follows, keeping up with you. Making it to the first landing you turn and look back at him.

"Did no one ever tell you? You can't trust stairs Leon, they're always up to something." You feign irritation as he smirks.

"God, I really am teaching you well."

"Shut up."

You two travel up the stairs, checking each door, finding it locked. Until reaching the 5th and final floor.

Reaching the landing you both notice the door is wide open. Leon draws his weapon, you following suit as you step into the hallway, noticing the mess of papers across the carpeted floors. Office doors all left open for all the world to see. Most likely when the building was originally evacuated not long after everyone arrived.

"Looks like everyone really was in a hurry to get the hell out of here."

"I doubt anyone's left up here," Leon adds, looking into a nearby office, "and we don't really have all the time in the world to search every room. We need to get back to the group."

"So what's the plan then?" Watching Leon he steps around the corner, you follow behind without much thought. Soon you both approach a set of double doors and press them open.

Walking in you're met with a long hall, metal grates beneath your thick boots as you step in. The red lights from before illuminating the area. You both look to the sides of the rails seeing that there's a high drop on both sides.

"I knew we'd find this eventually," Leon looks at you, his eyes filled with accomplishment, "this is the long stretch we saw connecting the office to the hospital side when we arrived."

"Oh, good find then Kennedy."

Continuing forward you both holster your weapons and start walking the long stretch. Clanking fills the hallow room as you both walk.

"Do you think they cleared the hospital completely?" You question, glancing at Leon in your peripheral.

"I'd assume so. Though Chris hasn't contacted me like he's supposed to so-" Leon's cut off by a loud metal scrapping with a wet gurgling sound rattling against the walls.

You look up at the wall to your right and see it. A disgusting gooey looking monstrosity with 4 long tentacle like arms, clinging to the wall. It shrieks before lunging and missing you both and wetly slopping onto the metal grates behind you.

Taking off towards the end of the walk away you both draw your pistols getting ready to fight it. Leon turns and fires at it, pushing you to keep running towards the exit.

Hearing him to pop shots you turn seeing it quickly making it's way across the high ceiling, directly for you. You aim and fire a few shots, hitting it and blowing a hole in one of it's long arms.

Before you reach the exit the monstrosity drops in front of the door blocking your way to freedom. It swings it injured arm out, wrapping your legs up swiftly, Leon shoots at it's arm, your gun goes flying from your hand and off the platform.

Being jerked into the air you feel a crunch in your leg, shooting pain going to your ankle as you scream in agony being waved around, your body flailing like a rag doll as gun shots continue to pop through the air.

The beasts arm finally snaps off, sending you over the edge of the walkway and into the dark abyss below. Screaming for help as you plummet into whatever lies below.

"NO!" Leon looks over the rail seeing you disappear almost instantly into the darkness below. Finally hearing a loud crash a few seconds later.

Looking at the thing in his way he makes the quick decision to just do what he knows best...

Blow it to hell.

Grabbing his own grenade her grabs the trigger and pulls the pin throwing it at the monster. He jumps over the railing diving into the dark as he hears the explosion blow above him.

Darkness... He's surrounded by darkness as he hopes to live, for the first time in a long time he cares if he lives. He needs to know if his partners okay...

Being swallowed by the only black he sees the hole you've made, you laying lifeless on tile right before he almost lands next to you.

...

The darkness soon breaks... Being replaced by a bright blinding light.

A blinding florescent light.

Leon cracks his eyes open, looking down at himself. A white hospital blanket pulled up to his shoulders and a thick fleece gray blanket covers his lower half.

I'm in a hospital?

To his right she sees a heart monitor, IV bag dripping liquids into him and a tiny thin tube leading somewhere to him.

The hell happened to me...

Looking to his left, he sees you. Curled up in an arm chair asleep, covered by a black blanket. Your hand holding onto his for dear life.

"mmm..." He can't really talk yet, but he weakly clenches his hand around yours. Giving the strongest squeeze he can manage in his weakened state.

Your head lifts slowly, sleep invading your eyes as you swore in your sleep your felt something. Looking up at Leon you see his head slightly turned towards you, blue eyes on you, brightest you've seen them in these past grueling week.

"Leon!" Darting up from your chair, you lean over him. Staring at his eyes as you study him to make sure you aren't having some cruel dream.

"Where..." His voice is so hoarse as he tries to talk, you stop him.

"Don't, don't talk... Just let yourself wake up." You look at the table grabbing the nurse call button and start pushing it a few times.

"You're at a rehabilitation hospital in DC... There's a lot to explain."

A nurse and Dr. Owens comes in as you take a seat, watching them do an exam on Leon as he responds the best he can.

It took a while for Leon to be able to respond properly, his doctor doing more scans, tests and anything possible to test his abilities.

Sadly you both found out that Leon would have to relearn how to walk again and get his strength back up. Both very possible through physical therapy.

...

But through it all he still has you. From being in a wheelchair at your retirement dinner, moving him into your tiny apartment to keep an eye on him and watching him take his first steps again without assistance.

An now, 4 months later, he still has you by his side. Making sure he's taken care of and cherished like he's supposed to be. He knows he's loved, he's never felt this loved before in his life.

Even now as you walk out of the restaurant you went to for his 40th birthday. A day you made a huge fuss about, something he probably wouldn't have done if you didn't make him enjoy himself.

You look up seeing him walk out, cane pressing against the sidewalk with a soft click as he waltzes over and sits next to you on the bench.

"You okay, Hun?" He nods with a smile, messing with something in his pocket. He looks nervous almost.

"I just don't get why you made such a big deal out of today." Leon looks at you, letting his cane go and holds onto the edge of the bench.

"It's your 40th birthday, Dumbass. Of course I'd make a big deal, the day is all about you." You smile watching his eyes light up, hands gripping the bench. Squeezing rhythmically, almost like it's a stress ball.

"Well," he begins, looking back at you with an inviting smile, "what if I don't want my birthday to be only about me?"

Your eyebrows wrinkle, confusion falling on your face before he starts fiddling around in his jacket pocket.

"You know, for the longest time I've felt lonely. Years, it's been years. Since before we met. Before I started working for the government."

"Leon, what's-" He cuts you off before you can say anything else.

"Please, let me talk. I promise I'm going somewhere with this." He sounds serious, nodding you shut up and let him go.

"I guess you could say that I felt empty. Tried filling the void with... a number of different things. Nothing ever made me happy or feel whole... Until I met you."

He pulls his hand out of his pocket and covers his hand with his other hand. Not taking his eyes off you.

"You were such a hard ass when we met. Didn't let me breathe wrong way without putting me in line. But, I liked it. I liked that you were blunt and not afraid to speak your mind or call me stupid. Especially if I was being stupid... And it made me feel like someone truly had my back. After all the shit I've been through."

A soft pop sound comes from his hands, a blue cap falling from his hands. Bouncing across the ground a few feet away.

"And then you told me you loved me. An proved it... Proved that I could depend on you. Stuck with me through recovery, even if the past few months have been a personal hell for me. You really showed me what it was like to be loved. Loved by someone who wanted the best for me and actually cared."

Finally, he moves his hands reaching into a small white cup, pulling out a plastic ring with a giant fake diamond on it. You gasp soft, looking at it your eyes start welling with tears. A few slipping out and leaving wet streaks down your cheeks. His smile grows larger, looking at you fondly. Like he always looks at you when he thinks you don't notice him.

"Now, I know it's nothing *fancy* and we can get you something real. I just haven't had the chance to leave your side and get something... not 50¢."

He grunts, sliding off the bench and to the ground, bad knee up and his good leg under him. Taking your hand you give a wobbly smile.

"I don't want to spend another day where I can't call you my wife... My actual wife. I don't want anybody else. Just you... Just you and me. Just the two of us."

He takes a deep breath, holding the ring up.

"Will you marry me?"

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x fem reader

[omegansamurai]

I hate that these YouTube videos complain and moan about how the Netflix live-action Avatar: The Last Airbender was a 'failure'...I mean, if that was the case, then why had it been renewed for not one, but TWO seasons, huh?

And like...I doubt the Avatar Studios stuff is gonna be anything groundbreaking. I don't even think Avatar Studios' content will be any good. Really, it's like, why is this even a thing? Just leave the franchise alone, Bryke, and just let people who can write and make your story a lot more enjoyable (Netflix's Avatar).

It just reeks of desperation and Bryke trying to be relevant. Avatar is not the next Star Wars, I'm sorry. It's a Nick cartoon that should've been an epic four-season (maybe five seasons, who knows?) show, but it shrunk to three, to make a failed shitty trilogy movie that the first movie bombed at the box office, thanks to the creators 'SUPER WISE' decision of canceling the fourth season because they want that trilogy movie series, and honestly? That itself was a bad idea. Bryke tries too hard to make their product the next Star Wars(which I think they're fans of, which says a lot), and it painfully shows. They try too hard. REALLY hard.

Like with Legend of Korra, they try to be super edgy with their 'story' and 'characters', but they just miss the mark on what made ATLA great. I mean, they don't even care about how the bending looks anymore in Korra. Really, there's a reason why they put the final season online, and it was just a bad show. Don't deny it, everyone. I'm certain it would've been good...but it was executed poorly and made not only a mockery of the characters in that show but the OG characters of ATLA(especially Katara). Well, maybe Zuko is the only one who's doing alright...but that just reeks of sexism doesn't it? Toph is all alone in the Swamp, and Katara is...not who she is...always sad about Aang's death...like get it together girl, you're mother-effin KATARA. Get with it!

And another thing, what more is there to tell? What is the next series even going to be? The Avatars are cut off after Korra, right? So...what now? And if you put the setting in some lame-ass futuristic steampunk or cyberpunk world and have bending in it, then...well, that's not really Avatar, is it? It's just its own thing at this point. And really, I don't want any new characters...I never wanted Korra's characters either if the writing they have for them was that bad.

I just think this whole Avatar Studios is just...again, desperation. Like why not reboot it or just...tell the same story, but with a different setting?

Sorry, lost track.

What I'm trying to say is, is that people act like the Netflix live-action of Avatar: The Last Airbender supposedly 'failed', which isn't the case. Y'all are just butthurt about how your 'perfect show' got 'tainted' by big corporations, and honestly, that's far from it. The people behind this live-action were very committed, and the actors were very respectful of their roles. The BTS looked like everyone was having a good time. And here you have idiots going on about how the live-action sucks because...what, Aang talks too much? No sexism from Sokka? Katara didn't act all rage-filled or whatever? I can get the criticisms, but still, I enjoyed it. I liked it. I want to see more.

It's just that this stupid fandom likes to put down the live-action because the cartoon is supposed to be this or that and it doesn't have this...when honestly, it's its own thing, but it's still Avatar! Let it be its own thing! You got the cartoon, now look at this NEW Avatar: The Last Airbender by Netflix! Look at the way they portray the characters, look at the direction they're going, look how they world-build, just look at it! It's almost like fanfiction, and really, isn't that what Avatar is? Fanfiction? It may be a cartoon show, but it's still fiction. They're not real people. We can do whatever we want with them. We're just borrowing their characters, story, and world.

This whole thing is an adaptation. So it's not your cartoon...but it's still Avatar.

I know I'm just rambling at this point, but I'm just kind of tired of seeing thumbnails on YouTube of people bringing down the live-action Avatar. I genuinely enjoyed it, and yes, while it may have some things to work on, the people behind the show will listen to their criticisms and work on that. But again, I still liked it.

Just know one thing...Bryke would've made the live-action of Avatar a whole lot worse if they were in control. I really do believe that. And as for Avatar Studios...I give it a year before it goes bankrupt. I know that's a little harsh, but I just know that the animated Avatar movie is going to be disappointing. ^^;

#avatar: the last airbender #netflix avatar the last airbender #atla #atla netflix #anti bryke #anti avatar studios #rambles #idk #whatever

[tonberry-yoda]

Jailbreak - Dabi

notes: I AM SO PROUD OF THE WAY THIS TURNED OUT OMFG. literally dabi brainrot BAD. this took me two days to write, so i am so glad i got it out today :) literally cannot get over this gorgeous man jesus christ

word count: 2,060

WARNINGS: language. dabi being hot. i didnt proofread this i just wrote it and posted it. sorry if there are mistakes lol

You watched as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the back pocket of an officer standing in front of him that you were talking to. He took a single one and slid the pack back in the man's pocket, lighting up the current cigarette he had in his hand with his own quirk, which proved difficult seeing as he was in a pair of handcuffs. He leaned back in a chair and smoked, watching your every move before the officer bid you a farewell, not even noticing that the villain had taken anything from him.

You sat across from Dabi and locked your eyes onto his, which looked like portals, and not to something villainous either. You quickly shook it from your head and pulled out a pen and paper.

"So, what do you want from me, babe?" Dabi blew smoke in your face, but you stayed unwavering.

"Answers." You said, leaning back in your chair a bit.

"You're not gonna get shit outta me." He flicked some ash off of the end of his cigarette.

"And why's that?"

"You're a journalist, right? I don't fuck with journalists." He sat calm, cool, and collected, smoking that cigarette until there was nothing left.

"I'm not a journalist." You kept your voice low, knowing that there were cops listening in on your conversation.

"Then what are you?" Dabi had a mocking tone, but his voice was just as low as yours.

"Curious."

"That right?" He crossed his arms over each other and rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, that's right. Now tell me, what's your name?"

"Dabi."

"You're real name."

"Dabi."

"Your full name."

"Hell no. I haven't sat with your pretty face long enough to tell you that kinda shit. I don't even know you're name." He was definitely mocking you. He picked at his ear and stared at the ceiling while you thought. This was going to prove difficult if he was going to be acting like this all the time.

"y/n."

"Sorry?" He sat up in his chair a bit, confused.

"That's my name. y/n."

"Cute. What's next? You gonna ask me to hang out sometime. Want my number, sugar?"

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. If you knew he was gonna be this much of an ass, you wouldn't have even shown up.

"What are you getting all irritated about?" He asked, rapping his knuckles on the table. "You're not the one in handcuffs, babe."

"Fine," you said, scooping up your stuff. "If you have such a problem with me being here, I'll leave."

"Good." He crossed his arms as guards rushed in the room to help you leave.

"I'll be back though, Dabi. I'll have you know that now."

"Fine. All the more fun for me then. Though, I don't expect to be here much longer, toots."

You were escorted out of the building by two very nice guards who had warned you to beware of people like him, as if you didn't already know. You got in your car and stared at yourself in the rearview mirror. How the hell were you supposed to help him now?

You hated that they made prisons more locked down because of stupid All for One. Ever since All Might retired, your job was getting ten times harder.

You had always empathized with villains. They just lost the life lottery. They were dealt a bad quirk and usually bad parents. You made it your goal to work with villains undercover. Break them out of jail, give them the essentials they needed, even help plan out missions they had. But now being undercover was getting ten times more difficult thanks to the heroes and their stupid ranks. Not only that but villains thought you were just another idiot.

But even so, you had to work hard. Especially for him.

---

Dabi sat in his cell fiddling with the stained sheets on his spring mattress. His whole room was fire proof, which was a pain in his ass.

He couldn't believe he was caught. After everything he's done, he was caught robbing a goddamn convenient store. It made him want to slam his head against the wall.

But his mind never left you. Who were you anyway? And why did you even care about him? He stared at the ceiling thinking about it. Did you work for the league? For someone he knew? A hero? His mind was racing thinking about it. And you would be back? He didn't know what you meant by that. You should know that he wasn't going to tell you anything, but you said you'd be back anyway. Were you going to torture him to tell you anything you wanted to hear? Not like it would hurt him anyway.

Either way, you confused him.

And he kind of wanted you back.

---

"Hey, shithead!" A guard banged on Dabi's cell, making him jump. "You have a visitor."

Dabi sat up in his bed, expecting to be escorted from his cell to the other room, but you were standing right in front of the cell.

"What the-" his words trailed off seeing you again and he tilted his head. "How'd you..."

You placed your hand on the shoulder of the guard standing next to you and he went completely still, his eyes turning to static. Your quirk. It was like you could turn people on and off like a lightbulb. He wouldn't remember a thing when he woke up.

Dabi looked at you with his mouth gaping open. "Holy shit! You're a villain."

You shrugged. "I wouldn't say a villain, but-"

"Who are you working for?"

"Myself." You took the keys from the guard and unlocked his cell. "Ready to get outta here?"

Dabi smirked at you and grabbed your hand that you had outstretched to him. "You gonna take me to dinner?" He asked, all smarmy like.

"I'll think about it." You laughed, walking Dabi out of the prison past hundreds of guards that seemed to be shut off.

"How long are they gonna be like that?" Dabi asked, realizing that his hand was still in yours. He didn't move it.

"Sometimes minutes. Sometimes hours. I guess we'll figure that out when we cross that bridge, won't we?"

"I like you, cupcake."

You rolled your eyes and walked out of the prison, cold air hitting both of your faces. "Just get in the car, Dabi."

"Gladly, though," he held his hands out to you. "Could you get these cuffs off of me?"

You smiled. "Of course." You unlocked the cuffs and he rubbed his wrists which were so raw that they were a bright red. You couldn't believe that they had him in cuffs even in his cell.

"Were you planning on breaking me out that whole time?" Dabi looked at himself in the mirror on the sunblock in your car, giving himself a little kiss.

"Yeah. I didn't want to use my quirk like that because it can be a real pain when they all wake up."

"Well, I think it's cool." He rolled down the window and took a deep breath of fresh air. "Damn it's good to be out. Thanks for that."

You just kept your eyes on the road, a soft smile tugging at your lips.

"So, where do we go after this?"

"My place," you said, rolling down your own window. "The league is off doing their own thing, plus, I know you don't really have a place, so I don't mind if you stay for a couple nights."

"Seriously?! You have like a bed and a fridge and stuff?!" You looked over at him when you stopped at a stop light and he looked like an excited child.

"Seriously." You said with a little chuckle.

"Damn, you are one cool chick, you know that?"

"You think? Well I'm flattered."

"You should be. Cuz damn you're good." Dabi surprised you by leaning over and planting a kiss on your cheek that left it warm for a moment.

For the rest of the ride, he was quiet, letting the wind blow in his hair as he watched the world speed by. You couldn't help but sneak a couple of looks at him.

"You know, Dabi," you said, clutching the steering wheel as you pulled into the parking garage of your apartment. "You're probably the most fun villain I've broken out of jail."

"For real?!" He said all excited like. "You mean that?"

"Of course I mean that." You got out of your car and stretched.

"Well," he opened his door and stepped out, not even caring that he was still in his prison uniform. "You're the most fun person who's ever broken me out."

You grabbed his hand and led him upstairs to your apartment as he winked at a group of drunk girls stumbling to their own room.

When he stepped in the small living space, he stood in the middle, getting his grounds. A smile was spread across his face before he ran to your couch, slumping down on it. "Cozy place."

"Thanks." You grabbed a shopping bag off of your counter and threw it at him.

"What's this?" He asked when he opened it up, pulling out the contents.

"Clean clothes, shampoo, toothbrush, other hygiene stuff. I hope I got your size right."

He looked up at you with light in his eyes. "You didn't have to do all this for me."

You shrugged and started making dinner. "I did."

He smiled and jumped up to run to the bathroom to use any product he could. You cracked an egg over a frying pan and began frying some rice with it. A lazy dinner, but enough to fill you up.

Dabi ran out of the bathroom and jumped back on the couch, finding your cat sitting on the top, which gladly walked over to him to begin to cuddle him.

"I think he likes you," you giggled, bringing Dabi a plate of food. "He's sweet, so you don't have to worry if he'll bite you."

Dabi scratched your cat under his its ears and gladly took the food. "Seriously, you don't have to waste your time on me."

"I'm not wasting my time, I'm doing my job." You sat next to Dabi and the two of you ate dinner in silence.

Dabi finally spoke up, setting his empty plate down. He sure finished that fast. "Why are you doing this anyway?"

"I know what it's like to feel alone. And lost." Dabi smiled at you.

"You sure are sweet for working with a ton of assholes."

You shrugged. "Not all of them are assholes."

"Just me then? Shit."

You and Dabi both laughed and your cat decided to go sleep in its bed on the ground.

"Well, it's getting late, Dabi. I should be heading off to bed. I'll get you a blow up mattress set up in my room."

Dabi followed you and helped you pull a giant blow up mattress out of your closet. While it was blowing up, you and Dabi talked about stupid stuff. First dates, food, traveling, the outdoors, stuff villains wouldn't talk about. Stuff regular people would talk about.

Dabi sat on the edge of your bed and looked out of the window. "You have a nice view of the sky."

"I do, don't I?" You laid out your pillow in a more comfortable area and laid down.

"What's it like?"

"What's what like?" You asked, seeing his blue eyes glimmering in the moonlight that peeked through the window.

"Having a normal life."

"I don't have a normal life." You tried, but Dabi put his hand up.

"More normal than me. You have running water and food. You should be thankful."

"I am thankful," you said, your voice soft.

"Good." His voice was barely audible.

"You can stay here as long as you want."

"I don't want to intrude."

"But I don't want you to be lonely again. I don't want to be lonely again."

Dabi turned and smiled at you. "Fine. I'll stay. But I have to go eventually, don't I?"

"Not anytime soon." You sat up and pressed a kiss onto his ear.

"No, not anytime soon."

The two of you accidently fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms, leaving a lone blow up mattress strewn on the floor.

~~~~~

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[jeonghanspookie]

The Truck Schedule

After the bird 'incident' that occurred yesterday, a team meeting had to be held.

All the team members in the building gathered around in a circle at the very center of the store. In the middle of the circle was Minghao.

As the HR rep, he had to be the one to call this very important meeting. (yay so fun)

Once everyone started to quiet down, Minghao took a deep breath.

"Okay" he sighed. "After an unfortunate incident that occurred yesterday," he paused, "Mingyu will be gone on a mental health leave for this week."

As the only people who knew what actually happened during the 'incident' the twelve pairs of eyes stole glances at each other.

The moment a pair would make eye contact their mouths would spread into a smile.

A few had to cover their mouths and Soonyoung had to fake a cough in order to hold in his chuckles.

Chan was on the brink of bursting out into laughter, but thankfully Seungkwan was their to nudge his side.

The rest of the team members present, outside of the thirteen friends, had no clue what went on yesterday. It was evident in their faces that they were concerned about Mingyu. (Although most of them were too tired to really care)

Hao carried on, "Since Mingyu is the one who runs the truck, we're gonna need to arrange for his absence."

The room filled with groans.

"I know it's very last minute, but the situation was so sudden" Hao explained, "I'll take any volunteers who can run the truck this week! I will leave a sign up sheet on the front desk in the office." he gave a big (fake) smile.

"Thank you for your time!"

"I cannot believe that Mingyu gets a whole week off just because a bird pooped on his shoulder!" Chan exclaimed.

Y/N thought back to the events of yesterday and smiled. "No yeah, if I was Gyu, I would be traumatized."

"So are any of you guys gonna run the truck?" Joshua asked.

Jeonghan was the first to speak up, "Well I would love to, really I would, but no one else can handle Guest Services. What a shame!" he pouted.

Joshua joined in, "Yeah and I'm only trained in the cafe so..."

The rest of the friends ignored the twos' fake sympathy.

Chan walked over to the list.

"Oh! It looks like Shownu already offered to take the truck for tomorrow and Thursday! And Johnny took Wednesday and Saturday."

Jun turned to Jihoon, "Do you want to throw the truck on Tuesday? I can help you too!" he suggested

Jihoon thought for a moment.

"Hmmm. I guess that'd be fine. But I'll probably need support in market afterwards."

Soonyoung's ears seemed to perk up to the mention of needing help in market.

"JI I CAN HELP YOU! PLEASE!" he desperately said.

Wonwoo looked at him puzzled.

"Why do you want to work in market so bad?"

Soonyoung stood up. It seemed like he was about to deliver a speech in front of a huge crowd.

"BECAUSE! I've only had shifts in drive up AND ITS TOO HOT TO BE OUTSIDE GIVING CUSTOMERS THEIR ORDERS! If i'm out in the sun for another day I will die of heatstroke!" he exclaimed.

"I WANT TO EXPERIENCE BEING IN THE COOLERS AND FREEZERS!"

Y/N gently pat his back affectionately.

"It's okay Soonie. I'll buy you ice cream after your shift today okay!"

After Soonyoung eventually calmed down after his little burst, the group continued to plan out the truck schedule.

"I'm in fulfillment this whole week. The batches don't even drop until the store opens so I'm sure me and Vernon can handle it! We can take a day for the truck!" Y/N cheered.

Y/N turned to Vernon.

"Vernon what day do you want to take?"

Vernon just shrugged, "I'm cool with whatever"

Minghao took a look at the list so far.

"Well we only have one day left to fill. Any takers?"

Chan quickly pointed to Seungkwan, who was literally minding his own business.

"I heard Seungkwan say he wants to volunteer!"

Seungkwan gave Chan the most bombastic side eye.

"I SAID NO SUCH THING! I HAVE NO TIME FOR THE TRUCK! HAVE YOU SEEN MY DEPARTMENT??!? I SPEND MOST IF MY TIME PICKING UP AFTER THE CUSTOMERS COMPLETELY TRASH THE PLACE!!"

Chan ignored his pleas and just gave Seungkwan a tight lipped smile.

"All I'm hearing are excuses"

"WHY YOU LITTLE-"

And so therefore an argument had erupted.

While Chan and Seungkwan were bickering the others turned to Y/N and Vernon.

Jihoon looked over at the two, "Can you guys really handle the truck on Friday?"

Y/N seemed to take offense to his comment.

She scoffed playfully, "Why? You think I can't because I'm a woman?"

"Nah Y/N I don't think we're concerned about you. It's Vernonie over here." Hao butted in. "I haven't seen him do much heaving lifting at work."

Joshua joined in too.

"Yeah to be honest, I don't think I see Vernon work at all. He usually does one batch and I swear he disappears for the rest of his shift!" he exclaimed.

This seemed to catch Cheol's attention. He made a mental note to check the cameras and see where Vernon would go off to.

Y/N shook her head. "Y'all are underestimating Kpoppapī. He's been working out."

Vernon nodded his head in agreement.

"Yeah. I gym."

"OKAY BUT HOW COME YOU WONT TAKE A TRUCK DAY HUH!" Seungkwan shouted.

Chan was quick to defend himself, "YOU KNOW ITS BACK TO SCHOOL SEASON! IM STRUGGLING IN THE SEASONAL DEPARTMENT! ALL I CAN SMELL ARE CRAYONS! CRAYONS!" he raised his hands like a mad man.

The rest of the group decided to focus back on the two arguing.

"Why doesn't Seokmin just take the last day?" Wonwoo suggested.

A loud gasp was heard from Y/N.

"NO! My little cupcake HATES running the truck" Y/N frowned, "I will not let that happen!"

(The favoritism is really showing)

Jihoon decided to speak up, "Well if I have to have Soonyoung help me in market, the least he should do is take a truck day."

"HOW DARE YOU!" Soonyoung said.

Hao seemed to agree, "Yeah that makes sense."

Soonyoung shook his head, "WHY DOESNT WONWOO TAKE A DAY!"

Soon more and more voices started to join in.

At this point there were 3 different arguments happening all at the same time.

"HOW ABOUT WE RECONSIDER JOSHU-"

While the whole group was busy arguing over who would take the last day, one person quietly made their way to a seat with the truck schedule in their hands.

Everyone else was too busy arguing to pay attention.

With a smile on his face, Jeonghan quickly wrote down a name on the very last spot.

Once he finished his task, he sat back and continued to watch his friends argue over the, now solved, issue.

He quietly snickered while rubbing his hands together like an evil villain waiting for his plan to be carried out.

On the schedule listed the following:

Mon - Shownu

Tues - Jihoon & Jun

Wed - Johnny

Thurs - Shownu

Fri - Y/N & Vernon

Sat - Johnny

Sun - Seungcheol

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[nichoskittycorner]

Serving the CEO (A K Smut)

>> K is a big-name CEO for a company, big scary man who usually has a flat expression and isn't much for fun. That is until he meets his new secretary (Y/N), and opens up in new ways -

>> Sub!K, CEO!K, body worship (specifically thighs), secretary!reader, blowjob, Dom/Mommy dom!reader, a bit of bondage, orgasm denial, cum facial

Word count: 4.5k

A/N: There’s probably gonna be a part two to this tbh cause the sub!K brain rot is still real and I have many more ideas but no more energy for now… like fr I had this part finished for like a month and wouldn't touch it for some reason wtf. This was planned to be posted on his bday too but ha… writer's block is crazy. So happy late bday K (I'm sorry I'm like this)

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    Working for a big-name company as a secretary was never on your dream job list. If anything, you thought it silly and way too tiring for the money it was worth. Especially after finding out your position was the direct secretary of the CEO of said company. 

  On day one, you had promised to make your best impression- even if you hated the work, these bills needed to be paid somehow. So you dressed up in your best business wear, put on a pair of cute but still professional heels, and marched out the door. 

  Maybe heels weren't the best idea since you had to take the bus to work and ended up standing the whole time. Leaving your legs already sore by the time you made it to your orientation on the top floor. 

  You still put on your best smile as you were introduced to the team, and your duties, given a tour of the building, and even met him. 

  He goes by Mr.K and it wasn't hard to tell he was the man in charge. Tall, large, and yet graceful and beautiful. His essence oozed refined and high class and eyes were always drawn to him when he walked in.

  It was only in passing as your tour passed into the break room. The woman helping you couldn't help but chuckle and lean in to whisper. "Yep, that's the boss around here. But if you think you have a chance with him, lower your expectations." 

  "Woah, who said that's what I was thinking?" She rolled her eyes but in a way to say 'Here we go again'. Clearly having seen this set up countless times before and had to explain what was already known. 

  "Because he's not like that. He's not receptive to flirting and doesn't care for relationships. Not even flings. Simple enough?" 

  You nodded, still a little taken aback that she assumed that about you. He was a pretty man and you were just admiring him! You were too busy for relationships yourself anyway. 

  The tour continued without a hitch, leading you to your work desk right outside of Mr.K's office. Giving your final thanks and farewell to your tour guide, you were finally alone.

  Slumping back in your seat and peeling your heels off. The pain in your feet was intense and finally having a break was a miracle. 

  As you attempted to lay your burning feet on the cold floor, they were instead met by something fluffy. Pulling your legs up to your chest on instinct. 

  Was that some animal?!? Checking under your desk, you found a pair of fluffy slippers. This was puzzling. Did the last person here leave them by accident? Doing a little more clue hunting, you noticed they were brand new, the tag still attached- and a note on your desk. 

  Welcome to the team. You can wear these on this floor. Take care. ~Mr.K 

  Oh! So they were a welcoming gift from your boss, how kind of him! Without another thought, you removed the tag and placed the slippers on your feet. 

  After a good stretch, you logged into your computer and pulled up the systems you'd be working in. Now more comfortable, you could get started on your work- not that you were looking forward to it but at least you were comfortable. 

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   You had fallen into a constant routine with ease. And even if the work was busy, you found it comforting in a way. Especially because your boss wasn't a complete hardass like you heard through the grapevine. 

  Whispers and rumors of him having a heart made of ice or just being a very reserved person were commonplace. But for some reason, you didn't feel that way about him. 

  He would always say hello to you and thank you for your help. His dark eyes seemed to sparkle when he laid them upon you. He treated you to lunch all the time, got you coffee in the morning, and even helped you carry heavy files or materials when he could. 

  Little things like that made your job so much easier. And considering you had to be glued to his side almost all the time, it was a godsend. Even if he was more on the quiet side, he was still nice company. 

  His kindness didn't stop there though. If anything, you started to get a bit nervous with his gestures. For example, you had been late because of your bus. You rushed in frantically to make it to your post. 

  Nearly tripping over yourself as you made it to your station: Only to find Mr.K pacing back and forth in front of your desk. The relief that flooded his face to see you was immediate. His shoulders sagged before he straightened up and approached you. 

  "Y/N! Where have you been?" In his hands, you noticed the cold coffee cup he was holding before he held it out to you. Shyly taking it with still shaky hands. 

  "I'm sorry Mr. K. My bus ran late this morning." His eyes scanned your face and body. Your appearance was a little disheveled from the rush over but you seemed unharmed. 

  He seemed to be brainstorming before patting your shoulder. His large hand nearly knocked you off balance. "Come speak to me after work. Also, go to the bathroom and freshen yourself up. I have a meeting in an hour." 

  "Yes Mr.K, I'll get right on it." 

  Well after that hiccup in the morning, the day went on as usual. Your mind was buzzing with ideas for what he was planning. 

  Once the sun set and your shift ended, you knocked on the door to his office. It wasn't uncommon that Mr.K stayed late at the office so you knew where he would be. Knocking a few times on the familiar wooden doors, you heard a quiet 'come in' from the other side. 

   You stepped inside like every time before, sauntering straight up to his desk and waiting patiently for him to notice your arrival. Which thankfully didn't take long. 

  He instantly stopped what he was doing and smiled at you. Making sure you had everything you needed before walking in silence to the parking garage across the street. 

  As much as you wanted to speak, the way his jaw was clenched had you worried he was too upset or stressed to talk. You both approached a solid black car- the only one left on the floor. 

  Without a word, Mr.K opened the passenger door and gestured for you to get in. You nearly jumped out of your skin. "W-wait Mr. K! I couldn't possibly-" 

  "Oh? Does this make you uncomfortable? Should I get you your own car instead?" Your brain was turning to mush. Getting in a car with your boss wasn't new but this was after work hours! And getting you your own car? Even more absurd! 

  "Mr. K, I couldn't possibly inconvenience you with either-" 

  "It's not an inconvenience to make sure my secretary gets to and from work safely." His tone was firm and reassuring. But you'd ultimately agree. 

  No need to get your head in the clouds, he was just doing this so he wouldn't be unorganized. If you helped manage his days, it makes sense he would keep you close. It's that simple. 

  So now your boss picked you up and dropped you off from work to home. It was scary at first, Mr.K was a big guy. And you could never tell what he was thinking. But you soon loosened up after spending so much time with him. 

   Little things like his music taste or the little happy dance he did he got his morning coffee when he thought you weren't paying attention. Mr.K was actually quite jovial and youthful in spirit sometimes. 

 You especially found yourself fixing his hair or wiping crumbs off his face before he could get to them. His cheeks puffy as he smiled when you did so. It was worlds apart from his stoic presentation at work. 

   Unexpectedly, you'd see another side of him too not long after this. 

  It was rare that you were sick. But when you did, it was always really bad. It's so bad that you had to stay home from work for a few days. Calling out and just praying your replacement wouldn't cause Mr.K additional stress. 

  All throughout the day, you kept getting his texts about meetings and what you wanted for lunch- only to get a reminder text back that you were at home sick. 

  You could almost hear the giant sulking through the messages with every 'Oh, sorry.' It was almost like talking to a puppy. But you needed to rest, so you put your phone on silent, curled up into your blanket, and went about your day. 

  It was already night when a knock sounded. You were tired with a fever and thus, the interruption annoyed you. But the knocking didn't stop for long, even after several minutes. 

  Forcing yourself out of bed, you made it to the door and checked the peephole. It must have been a hallucination from the fever- because why was your boss here?!

  Trying to write it off as just a vision only lasted shortly as he started talking. "Y/N, it's me, Mr.K!" 

  Ah great. You could've just walked away and gone to sleep. But you opened the door against your better judgment. 

  There he stood, in all his beautiful glory- wrinkled suit, messy hair, tear-stained face, and a basket in his hands. He looked almost as bad as you! 

  "Mr.K?! What are you doing? What happened to you?" He said nothing and gestured inside. 

  Once you were inside with him, he took a seat on your couch and handed you the basket. Filled with all sorts of treats and medicines. You were blown away by the gesture. 

  "Woah, Mr.K this is too sweet!-" 

  "Just K, please." His gaze was so soft as he took in your sick state. Like you were already so weak and would break with a gust of wind. He dug into the basket and pulled out a thermometer and some medicine. 

  Wordlessly taking your temperature and administering some medication to you. Why was he taking care of you all of a sudden? 

  Once he had you drink some water, he readjusted your blanket. Before doing the unexpected and resting his head on your thighs. His face sunk into the squishy flesh and he sighed in relief. 

  "Wait M- I mean K! You'll get sick too!" But he ignored the plea and just sank in further. Your plush warmth was felt through the thin sheet covering your body. Even if it was subtle, you could feel his smile. 

  "I missed you Y/n. I need you…" to get better… right?! 

  He never finished the sentence the way you thought he would. Just snuggled in deeper into your thighs, head resting on your navel, large hands wrapping around your hips so you couldn't escape. 

  And not long after, he was breathing slowly. Probably asleep in your lap in an instant. A part of you was flattered, getting your hands tangled into his soft locks. 

  Playing with the wild strands as he dozed off. Just what happened to make him look this exhausted so soon? Maybe he always was this tired and was just an expert at hiding it. 

  And he was finding what little comfort in his day-to-day life in you. He needed you to be okay, not only because you helped him as your job but because you kept him grounded. The little contact here was the first major contact after a long time for him. 

  K usually avoided getting too close to people. But he couldn't resist you. Since day one, he strove to ensure your safety and comfort. 

  He didn't know why, but you encapsulated him. His thoughts flooded with you and wanted to bend to your very words. All the little gifts, food, and even rides he's given- it's his way of serving you. 

  In his eyes, you looked at him with such a gentle tenderness. Even with his default dark expression, you greeted him with smiles and just lit his whole day up. After a month, he knew he needed you. And after about six months, you were his top priority. 

  So getting sick and staying off of work worried him as well. He texted you on purpose to make sure you were okay, even if he couldn't bring himself to ask directly. 

  As soon as the day was over he got together the best sick day kit he could think of and rushed over. It wasn't in his plans to cuddle up to you in such a vulnerable position but it must have been the exhaustion talking. 

  His body instantly relaxed upon taking in your scent. Especially from such an intimate region. And the way you melted into his touch and started playing with his hair- he hoped you felt the same way too. 

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  After recovering and returning to work, you tried to act like normal. But you couldn't help your heart from fluttering whenever he walked past. Greeting you with a warm smile as you went. 

  Well, things were really about to escalate when he called you in on your lunch break. Entering the familiar office, only the sound of your slippers scurrying across the marble floor sounded until you were standing before him. 

  K's face relaxed as he closed the laptop and pushed it aside. Scooting back and beckoning you to join him on the other side. You hesitated for a moment before complying. Walking around and standing with your back to the desk. 

  Without a word, he rested his hands on your hips and lifted you up, sitting you on the desk. Holding your legs together under your skirt, fingers tracing along the squishy flesh, and rested his head on his new pillow. 

  Using your thighs once again to comfort him as he rested. You were at work?! This was different from being home and doing this. But he was so relaxed and honestly cute like this. His brain dissolved into a mess you never would've thought it would go. 

  Your hands find their way into his hair just like before. But when you slowed down and tried to pull away, he whimpered. Whimpered. 

  "Please don't stop Mommy." 

  Your heart stirred wildly. Did he just- no no not possible! 

  When you didn't start again, he whined louder and pushed his head into your hands. Urging you to play with his hair some more. Once you came to your senses, you did as he wished. If he had a tail, it would be wagging a mile a minute. 

   30 minutes went by in no time. Once his alarm went off, he grumbled and shut it off. Peeling himself away from you hesitantly. You could see the longing in his eyes as he sat up, peeling his hands away from your legs. 

    He was tugging at your heartstrings! You giggled and fixed his hair. Rubbing your thumb along his cheek as you grabbed a tissue and wiped down his face. Helping straighten out his suit before fixing your skirt. 

  "Thank you Mommy- I mean- Y/N! Sorry!" He coughed to cover up his slip-up as his face burned red. 

  "Hehe, you know you said it earlier too, right?" K nearly exploded and tried to apologize. Oh, he didn't mean to say it out loud! You were his secretary and shouldn't have to be burdened to know he was like that- especially for you! 

   He was nearly falling on his knees, hoping you weren't planning on leaving. But you just had to play along. Because honestly, him saying that connected all the pieces for you. 

  You liked it when he called you Mommy. You liked it when he rested in your presence, using your body. How he treated you like the most precious gift to have fallen into his lap. You liked how he let you help him with little tasks like cleaning up or managing his schedule. 

  Even if he was the boss, behind closed doors, he was giving you the control. He was grateful you understood him and promised he would be good to you. He would be the best boy for you and treat you how you deserved. 

  From there, you kissed his forehead and embraced him in a hug before leaving him to get back to work. Your heart pounded endlessly as you stepped out of his office. What just happened? And what did it mean for your relationship going forward? 

   As you went home with him, you tried to stay calm. Concerned about where to go from here. Before you stepped out of the car, you turned back to see him giving you major puppy dog eyes. 

  Clearly, he was waiting for something but didn't want to say it. Watching him closely, you noticed his eyes flash down to your lips and instantly you got the message. 

  Leaning across the center console, you kissed him. It was short and sweet but he nearly evaporated. "Goodnight K." You spoke sweetly and patted his head, adding on a little 'good boy' before stepping out and heading into your home. Not knowing that he nearly creamed his pants from those words. 

  Granted, he did, just not in that moment. No, he waited until he was home before jerking himself off to every waking moment he spent with you today. The smell of your hair, the warmth of your skin, and your sweet love for him all had him shaking as he drew out orgasm after orgasm from his own dick. 

  He was intoxicated by the feeling. Twitching and moaning loudly as his cum shot out, covering his hand in the white sticky substance. He covered his eyes, hearing your whisper of 'good boy' run through his ears along with your bright smile. 

  What could he say, he was whipped. And as far as he knew, you would be playing right along with him. 

  You soon became part of his routine in a new way. Your lunch breaks were always spent together whether in or out of the office. Even on the weekends, K would come over and be with you. 

   One afternoon of innocent cuddling led to his hands freely exploring your body. Slipping under your clothes, massaging and caressing your warm skin, and sending tingles all over you. 

  At first, it was just touching while you praised him but you both couldn't resist each other. Then one day he asked to kiss you while at your home. A soft and sweet kiss quickly turned needy and heated. 

  K pulled you into his lap, slipping his hands into your pants. Whimpering into your mouth as you parted his lips with your tongue and slipped inside his mouth. He was instantly responsive. 

  You let his hands rest and play with your ass as your hips started to grind down on him. K's hips twitched and bucked, drawing out a giggle from you. "Needy already baby boy? Want me to help you?" 

  He nodded and pleaded. "Yes please Mommy, please." Of course, you had to oblige, pinning his hands above his head with one hand and pulling down his pants with the other. Kissing on his neck slowly and palming him through his pants. 

  Playfully grabbing at his hardening dick through his boxers before moving your hand into them. Your smaller hand enveloped around his cock, squeezing the warm flesh and stroking him slowly. 

  A high-pitched moan escaped his body, only adding more fuel to your veins. Moving your wrist and making him twitch and arch into your grip. 

   As cute as he was already, you wanted to see more. Taking off your shirt, you used it to tie his hands together. Once he was secure, you pushed up his own shirt, making him hold the fabric in his mouth. 

  "Be a good boy and hold onto that for Mommy, yeah?" Your hands caressed over his chiseled body. Fingers grazed his defined abs and pecks before pinching his nipples, twisting slightly as he nodded. 

  Kissing his burning skin up and down until you reached his belt line. Holding his hips firmly as you kissed and nipped at his skin. Placing kitten licks on his v-line as you marked up his skin. 

  Pulling down his pants and underwear down to his ankles, his hard cock standing stiff and long against his bare stomach. A little muffle resounded from the bound man above. 

   You let out a giggle and grabbed the base of his cock once again. Taking his tip into your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around it. K struggled and tried to buck his hips but stopped when you pulled away. 

  The message was clear to him- stay still and you'll be rewarded. 

  Once he stilled, you continued. Taking more of his length into your mouth until he was all inside your throat. Making you gag on him but still holding him in. A low rumble vibrated through you, adding to the sensation. 

  Moving slowly, you pulled back until only the head of his cock was between your lips. Sucking harshly before taking him back in and speeding up the process. 

  It didn't take long before you could taste his precum. Smirking a bit as he whined and held back the urge to thrust his hips or move. 

  Removing your mouth, you replaced it with your hand and continued to jerk him off. "Ah does baby boy want to cum? Well, you've got to ask first." 

  K could only whine through his shirt as you took him back into your mouth, spit running down your chin as you continued to tease him. You knew he couldn't ask like this- if he dropped the shirt, or if he came without permission, both would end in his punishment. 

   Tears would start to run down his cheeks in frustration. Oh how badly he wanted to drop the shirt and beg for you to let him cum already. He was already full of pent-up energy coming here, he didn't like being denied. But he was a good boy, he had to be for you, so he held on. 

  It felt like hours that you edged him on. Alternating between using your mouth and hands to bring him close to his orgasm before pulling away, leaving him high and dry. 

  Well, not so dry really. His entire lap was practically covered in your saliva and precum. He twitched and whimpered loudly as you played with his balls while your mouth still worked on his cock. 

  K broke down in urgent whimpers and moans as his beautiful tears sprung from his eyes. He sobbed but continued to hold on. You could tell he was about to break as you started to taste his precum once again. 

  Pulling away this time, you reached up and took the shirt from his mouth. "You're such a good boy for me K, do you still want to cum for me?" 

  This time his sounds weren't restrained. He cried out and pleaded desperately. Oh, how your once stoic boss cried so elegantly. "Yes! Please let me cum Mommy please!" 

  You smiled and finally gave him the words he was so desperate to hear. " Where do you want it baby? Tell me." 

  He looked at you so shyly through wet eyelashes. His dark eyes held your gaze before he broke the connection, too embarrassed to look at you as he spoke. You chuckled as he burned more red in the face. 

  "Y-your face, please Mommy." 

  You gave him a nod of approval before untying his hands and guiding them to your hair. Holding one of them and stroking the back of his hand with your thumb. 

  Wrapping your lips back around his throbbing cock and speeding up your movements. Ignoring the gagging each time his tip hit the back of your throat to bring him to completion. 

  Once he started to plead and grip down on your hair tight enough to make you flinch- you pulled back and jerked him off with your hand. Aiming his dick at your face as got ready to finish him off. 

 "Look at me baby boy. Watch as you make Mommy pretty." His eyes peeled open as he obeyed. Watching as he shook wildly, his dick twitching before his cum shot out. 

  Decorating your face in thick ropes of white as he panted and moaned loudly. His hips jerked as he finally got his release. 

  Your strokes slowed down as you took him and let him ride out his orgasm. "Oh good boy K! That's Mommy's good boy, yeah?" You praised him as he shuttered and whimpered as he came down from his high. 

  Once his breathing steadied, you kissed his hand before moving up to his lips. His glazed-over eyes looked at you, a silly smile on his face. 

  You kissed his cheek before reaching over for your shirt to wipe off his mess but was stopped when he grabbed your wrist. Pulling you into his lap and holding your face. Licking his cum up from your face in long strokes. 

  Your body lit up as he wordlessly worked. Cleaning you up without being asked made your heart skip a beat. Lacing your fingers into his hair, you cradled his face and played with his hair. Whispering praises to him as he finished up. 

  Finally, when you were clean, he buried his head in your shoulder. "Are you alright? Was I too mean?" 

  He shook his head and chuckled. "No, no, it was great." He gave you a smile and kissed your lips, his slender fingers drawing circles into your hip as he drifted off. 

  This was admittedly nice. You knew things would be different from now on. He was still your boss after all and now you weren't sure how you would be able to act normally in the office on Monday…

#corner thoughts #&team hard thoughts #&team hard hours #&team smut #andteam smut #&team x reader #&team #&team drabbles #&team k #andteam k #&team k smut #andteam k smut #Sub!K

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Reader Fakes A Betrayal To Bucky And Steve For a HYDRA Infiltration Mission But it backfires and she is captured. She is turned into a winter soldier and very angsty!!

Hi Darling,

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Word count: 5.5K

Warnings: canon level violence, abuse/torture toward reader, physical fights, sad stucky, mentions of dead characters, angst

A/N: I'm not gonna lie this took forever to write buuuuttttt I like how it turned out. I hope it's angsty enough!!

Everyone had agreed to the plan, and there was no time like the present to see it through. Bucky and Steve were running in front of you through the hallway of an office building used by Hydra, they were hiding in plain sight. As you get to the room at the end of the hallway you find your objective. Steve enters first shield up, while Bucky follows close behind. One of the higher ups in Hydra’s chain of command stood before you along with two men meant to protect him. 

“Well if it isn’t Captain America and his little pet, the Winter Soldier.” He says from the other side of the room. “Have you decided to come back home, soldat?” 

“No, I came to end you.” Bucky lifts his gun up. Two shots ring out. 

All three men look at you with a mixture of shock and confusion as they watch Steve and Bucky fall to the ground.

“Hail Hydra.” you say from the door before leading them to a helicopter on the roof, escaping with them. 

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Bucky felt that the space in between himself and Steve wasn’t empty. With eyes still closed he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in wanting to stay just like that for a few more minutes. Bucky starts placing kisses along your shoulder and up your neck. You let out a frustrated groan as you turn your head.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Bucky’s voice still laced with sleep. 

“No.” You hide your face under the covers trying to get more sleep. Your actions cause Bucky to chuckle behind you. 

“Yes. Come on, we have a meeting in an hour.” 

“Fine, but I’m gonna be grumpy the whole time. Why do we have to have a meeting at 7:30 in the morning?” 

“You gotta ask our Stevie that. I would much rather stay in bed with both of you.” 

You turn around and look up at him, mischievous glint in your eyes. Before he can say anything, he’s laying on his back and you’re straddling him. “Is that so?” You lower yourself so that your chest is pressed into his as you capture his lips in a heated kiss. His hands move from your hips to your back to keep you in place. But just as fast as you kiss him you snap back up. Now you aren’t looking at him with love but with anger.

“Why did you let me go? You know what they’re doing to me. It should have been you.” 

Bucky’s eyes snap open as he sits up. Searching their room for you. He’s covered in sweat and his breathing is quick and shallow. You were in his arms, it felt so real but every time he woke up the truth hit him hard. The guilt has been eating away at him. He should have been the one to infiltrate hydra, they would have been more than happy to have him back and you would be safe at home.

 But you insisted, logically speaking it made sense. You weren’t known to the world as part of the Avengers and hydra had spies everywhere so with Tony’s abilities they were able to make it look like you were one of them. Deep down Bucky and Steve both knew you volunteered for this mission to protect Bucky. To keep him as far away from hydra as possible, but now this kind of torture was far worse than anything those monsters could ever do to him. Because he didn’t know where you were or if you were ok. You had been gone for 3 months, feeding them any information you could find and installing a program within their computers to give Tony more access. Then at the 6 month mark you went radio silent. So the team went looking for you in the last location you had given them. It had been eerily quiet, abandoned. In the main room on the top floor of the  building their worst fears had come true. On the only desk in the office was your Avengers uniform neatly folded and stained with blood. Along with a note.

Thank you Soldat.

Steve could only stare at it, his chest tightening with fear as to what was being done to you if you weren’t already dead. Bucky completely lost it, he was furious and scared for you. He wouldn’t listen to anyone trying to calm him down and It took the combined efforts of Sam, Nat and Thor to subdue him and even then they had to sedate him. By then Steve had snapped out of it but he didn’t say a word, their girl was lost and Bucky was hurting because of it. No one was to blame but him and Steve would do everything in his power to bring you back. 

But that was then, you’ve been gone almost two years now. Things between Bucky and Steve have been strained. Each of them blaming themselves and pushing their bodies to the limit trying to find anything that will let them know where you are or if you’re even alive. Each day that passes and they have nothing feels like hydra is taunting them. They lost, again. But this time the stakes were higher because it was you and because they were supposed to have a future with you in it. 

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Pain didn’t last as long anymore but there was still an ache in your shoulders due to hanging from the ceiling as the guards inflicted as much pain as possible. Punishment for fighting back, but you’ll always fight back. You don’t know when or how but you had been caught and before you were able to send the message that you were ready for extraction you had been dragged and placed in a cell. It was completely dark and you had to feel your way around, by doing so you found a mattress on the floor and a barely there sheet. They kept the cell cold and you in just a shirt and your underwear. You were lucky if they cared to feed you once a day. 

Later on you would find out that you had been kept in that cell for 2 months. When you were dragged out you were weak and on the verge of death. This was just the beginning of what they had planned for you. The only thing that kept you hanging on was the knowledge that Bucky and Steve would move heaven and earth to find you and bring you back home. So with every fiber of your being you fought to stay alive, to be able to see them again and most importantly to let them know that this was not their fault. You knew them better than they thought and you knew they would blame themselves, but you volunteered. Really you put your foot down and wouldn’t allow anyone else, especially Bucky to be anywhere near these people. The truth was that you would do anything to keep either of them safe and this was one of those times. So you let the monsters at hydra do what they needed to and fought back when they were pushing too far and it was working until it wasn’t anymore. 

They had put you in the chair, the one Bucky talked about, and your memories were starting to get fuzzy. First you couldn’t remember how you ended up in this horrible place, followed by forgetting about the avengers. It got to the point where you couldn’t even remember your own name. You were the shell of the person you used to be, they made sure of that. But the one thing you couldn’t forget was the ocean blue and electric blue eyes that were so captivating. They were always there looking back at you, keeping you from going under completely and forgetting that there were two people out there that meant something to you. They broke you down until you became the weapon they needed, then they let you out to do their bidding. 

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Steve rested his head on Bucky’s chest while Bucky tried to soothe him.It never got easier to know you had been lost to them. Steve blamed himself for it. He seemed to think he was doomed to lose those he loved. First it had been Bucky and now you. Today was a particularly difficult day for Steve and he wasn’t sure why. He just woke up with the need to see and feel you close to him. To hold you in his arms as you sat in his lap and read. Or have you play with his hair as you watched something on tv. Steve just missed you, he did all the time they both did. But he didn’t allow himself to feel it thinking he didn’t deserve to even love you since it was his plan to infiltrate hydra. Between missing you and the nightmares they both shared, guilt had been clawing at Steve since they had found your uniform.

Bucky ran his hand up and down Steve’s back as the blond cried silently for you. They found themselves like this constantly trying to silence the ache of missing you with each other and when that didn’t work the arguments would happen. Then Steve and Bucky would realize you would hate that they were fighting because of your choice. It was a cycle for a while but it has now been five years since they last saw you. They would never give up but they had no leads.

Until they did.

One of Nat’s contacts came through with information on a new assassin. The description was vague but it was enough for them to think it was you. So the mission to bring you home began.

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It was a long shot but they used one of the higher ups in hydra and hoped that they would send you to either get him back or kill him. And it worked. Bucky and Steve tried to prepare themselves for what condition they might find you in. They knew hydra would have programmed you like they did with Bucky, they just weren’t really prepared to face you.

The hydra agent they had taken was dead on the floor, one shot to the head from a sniper rifle. They got your location on a rooftop far enough from them for you to make an escape. Thanks to Tony, Sam and Vision they kept track of your movements. The plan was to have Steve and Bucky face you and hopefully bring you in but somehow you managed to cause damage to Tony’s suit, taking him out of the fight. It was easy to get the rest of them off of your back. You didn’t understand why they wouldn’t fight back but you didn’t question it. 

You didn’t know they didn’t want to hurt you. With the team only being on the defensive you managed to get away from them.

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You stood at the end of the hallway. The lights flickered above you, revealing the damage already done in the gunfight. Bucky stood at the other end, finally getting a good look at you. The same stoic expression on your face that he used to have. Eyes completely void of emotions with only one thing running through your mind, complete the mission. Your suit had a similar style as his, it was eerie.

You ran towards him, as he stood his ground. You kicked and punched but all he did was block your attack. Never once did he try to hit you and he had plenty of opportunities. It went on like this for a few minutes until he managed to grab both of your wrists, twisting you so that your back was pressed to his chest.

“Sunshine, it's me. It’s Bucky.” He says as he tries to fight back tears. “I know you’re in there. Come back to us please.” 

The name is familiar and it catches you off guard for just a moment. You break free of his hold and begin your attack on him again until he lays unconscious on the floor. You start making your way down and out of the building. The mission was to keep them busy as the other escaped and you had done your part. Before you can get to the door a shield bounces off the doorway and cuts you off. Turning to find it had returned to its owner.

“Y/N you don’t have to go.” Laying his shield down as a show of trust. “You know me, you know us. We’re your friends.” 

“I don’t have friends.” You say in a monotone voice. 

“We can help you remember.” 

“There is nothing to remember.” You say as you take out a gun from its holster aiming it at Steve. Then everything goes black.

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You bring a hand up to shield your eyes from the bright lights that hang above you, illuminating the incredibly white room. But this wasn’t the cell you were kept in. Yours wasn’t as bright or as clean and you didn’t even have a bed. A groan escapes your lips as you sit up. Voices reach your ears as you try to figure out where you are and how you will escape. You scan the cell and it’s bigger than you thought but what gets your attention was the two men on the other side of the glass panes, who looked at you with pained expressions and guilt. So you slowly got up and made your way to them, standing so close that if the glass wasn’t there you could feel their breath on your skin.

“Y/N?” The blond in front of you asked. Your eyes shifting from him to the brunet by his side. Their eyes are what kept your attention, red and puffy as if they had been crying but most importantly the ocean and electric blue that you remember so vividly stared back at you. It was scary, in the small moments that you had between missions or being sat at the chair you always remembered those eyes. 

“Who is Y/N?” 

“Do you remember anything?”

You didn’t answer because you couldn’t. Who were you? Were you this Y/N person they mentioned? 

“Does it matter who I am? I only complete missions.” you say, looking at them one more time before turning and sitting back on the edge of the bed. 

“Come on, we have a meeting.” You hear the blond say.

“No, I’ll stay.” The brunet says as he pulls up a chair from the corner of the room and sits in front of you. 

He spends a few hours just sitting there, giving you silent company as you await for something to happen. Maybe your handler will send someone for you but you doubt it. The man in front of you, Bucky you remember him saying, stands removing the leather jacket and gloves he had on. You catch a glimpse of the black and gold arm.

“You’re the Winter Soldier.” You say very matter of fact. That gets a reaction from him. He gets tense before turning to look at you, a mixture of concern and anger at the mention of that name.

“What do you know about the Winter Soldier?”  

“Enough.” 

He’s unnerved by your uninterested tone. His heart aches as he looks at the shell of the woman he loves sit in front of him with no memory of everything you’ve shared. The door leading to the hallway slides open and Steve appears again. He places a hand gently on Bucky’s shoulder.

“Come on Buck, you need to get some rest.” 

“No, I'd rather stay.”

“You should go.” You tell them. 

Your voice was soft, worried. As if the real you were trying to get out. It was hope for them even if it was just a sliver, they would hold on to whatever they could if it meant getting you back. Both men look at you before looking at each other. 

“Ok, I’ll go but we’ll be back in the morning to check on you.” 

You give one single nod before both men disappear for the night.

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Days passed and still nothing. There was no real change in your behavior. Even with Bucky after some time of being away from hydra and their controls there was a hint of him underneath everything. He could recall certain memories even after 70 years of being the winter soldier. With you it was a different story. They weren’t sure why you couldn’t remember a single thing. The issue was they needed to run some labs to see what was going on but you would refuse. Any medical personnel that came close to you would be met with a fight. 

Currently you are staring down another nurse through the glass wall of your cell. But she isn’t who walks in, Steve does. He can take the hits if needed but he hopes you’ll let him close enough. His eyes are laser focused on you as he gets closer to the bed and sits down next to you. 

“Darl-” Steve stops, reminding himself that you’re unaware of your relationship. “Y/N, we need to run some tests. Will you let the nurse take some blood?”

“Why does it matter what I want?” 

“Because you’re free to choose. We just want to help you.”

“If I’m free to choose I would like to leave.” You get up with the intention of heading towards the door. Steve stands in front of you with a worried expression on his face, it makes your chest tighten at the possibility of hurting him in any way that wasn’t physical. 

“Please let us help you, I- we just want to make sure you’re ok.”

Steve wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch you. To hold your hand in his, to leave you breathless after a kiss he so desperately wanted to give to you. But he couldn’t not like this, not when you were still under Hydra’s hold. He learned that lesson the hard way when it happened with Bucky. His attention went back to you when you noticed you playing with the edge of the sweatshirt you were wearing. You weren’t fighting the medical staff because of the brainwashing, you were doing it because you were afraid of needles. Steve wondered how he could have forgotten that, it was one of the first things he learned about you. This was just another reminder of what he failed at.

“I promise I’ll stay with you and if it’s too much we can take a break or stop completely.” 

You consider his words, still unsure of why they’re being so kind to you. All of the people that you had fought against and even hurt would visit you constantly. They would all leave with a sadden or defeated expression. It made you question how you knew them. Looking back at the man in front of you, you nod. The least you could do was try in order to pay back for their kindness. Steve instructs you to sit at the small table that was in the cell as he lets the nurse come in. 

Steve stands beside you as the nurse pulls out the equipment she’ll need. She eyes you warily before ripping open a small alcohol pad and wiping the inside of your elbow. You tense at the sensation and start moving back in the chair you were sitting on as you see the needle in the nurse’s hand. 

“Hey it’s ok, keep your eyes on me.” Steve said as he crouched down, offering you a small smile. A pang of familiarity hit you, he had done this before. You just can’t remember why he cares so much. At the pinching of the needle your hand grabs his and Steve lets you squeeze as hard as you can and soon enough it’s over. The nurse excuses herself letting Steve know that she’ll give Bruce the samples. While their interaction ends Steve notices your hand hasn’t left his, and when he looks up your eyes are looking down at them. He can almost hear the gears turning in your head as you try to figure out why this is comforting, how you know him and why his touch feels so familiar. 

An alarm goes off in the building and Steve is gone in a flash. 

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Some time passed before either Steve or Bucky came by to see you. It was late in the evening when they both walked in. Looking tired and slightly beaten up. You however were not in total control of your body. About two dozen of hydra’s men had breached the tower trying to get you out. One of them was successful in getting close enough to give you instructions. But he didn’t finish the list having been stopped by a man named Loki. 

“You should check on Lady Y/N. I caught this waste of space saying something to her.” 

When both men enter the room they find you sitting at the edge of the bed. Your eyes are vacant of any sort of emotion. They ask Friday to replay the surveillance video from the moment he appears and the hydra agent begins to give you instructions but Loki cuts him off before he can do any real damage. 

“Fuck.”

“We lost her again.” 

“We’ll get her back, Buck.”

“Will we? Whatever they did to her is different than what they did to me. Look at her Steve.” Bucky walks out frustrated, the guilt consuming him completely.

Steve stands there for a moment and walks out as well. When he does he finds Nat making her way over to him from the elevators. 

“Hey, Bruce found something in her blood sample. He wants to see you both, I already told Barnes.” 

“Thanks Nat.” 

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It was an endless cycle of sitting, waiting and watching. Both men visited still, one a little less than the other. Slowly the memories of the last few days began to resurface and you could recognize them. 

On this day their visits were short, they apologized for not being able to stay longer. That had been early in the morning and no one had come by. Unfortunately you had gotten used to the visits and you’re not sure why but it worried you when none of them came by to see you. Has hydra been successful this time? You stood and walked toward the cell door and did the one thing you had seen the others do.

“Friday, open the cell door.” 

Sure enough the door popped open and you pushed it wider so that you could walk out. At the entry to the holding cell hallway you stopped and popped your head out to make sure there was no one coming. Once you were satisfied it was empty you moved. Unsure of where you were going you just walked around until you found the elevator bank and you pressed the down button. Although you were ready to leave this place you were unsure of where to go, you knew hydra wasn’t an option. You’re taken aback when the doors to the elevator opens and a small girl is standing there looking up at you.

“Auntie Y/N!” She barrels toward your legs, wrapping her arms around them and pressing her cheek into your thigh. She looks up at you with wide brown eyes and a sweet smile. “Daddy said they found you but wouldn’t let me see you. Do you want to play princess tea party?” 

“What?” 

“It’s our favorite game. You’re the best at it because you have manners. Come on.” You grabs your hand and you allow her to pull you into the elevator and press a button to a higher floor. “We can play at your apartment.” Her excited energy has her shifting from foot to foot as she continues to look up at you. “Daddy said you’re sick and that you might not remember me is that true?” 

You look down at her and your chest tightens a little. There’s a protectiveness that surges through the longer you look at her. Somehow you know if you lie she’ll figure it out.

“Yes. For example I can’t remember your name, or where I live.” 

“Well I’m Morgan Stark and you live in an apartment here.”

Stark. There was a flicker of recognition from the last few days. He had come to visit you when everyone else was sleeping. He really liked to hear himself talk, but it was the nights that he was quiet that were unsettling. He would look at you with sadness in his eyes and you weren’t sure why. 

When the elevator doors open Morgan grabs your hand and leads you down towards a dark wood door. She instructs Friday to open it and the door unlocks. Her tiny hands twist the doorknob and she pushes it in, like she’s done it hundreds of times before. Cautiously you step inside, unsure if this is a trap or not. But you find yourself faced with an apartment. It’s been lived in and you wonder if you share it with someone. 

“Come on. I wanna help you remember.” Morgan grabs your hand and leads you to the living room and then pats the couch for you to sit down. 

Once you do as she asks you notice the small frames sitting on the coffee table and shelves. Pictures of you with the team, Steve and Bucky, the three of you. It only serves to confuse you more. 

“Here, I like this one the most because you look like a princess.” Morgan gets up on the couch after handing you a photo album and sits on your lap as you open it to the first page.

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“Have any of you heard from Nat yet?” 

“I did,” Clint answered. “Said she met with her sister last night and is on her way back. Should be here in like 30 minutes.” 

“Good, one step closer to getting your girl back. Bruce, make sure you take a sample of the antidote so we can recreate it and a sample of Y/N’s blood after.”

“Sure thing Tony.”

“How are you two holding up?” Tony turned to the super soldier duo.

“I’m not even sure anymore. Sure the antidote will remove the need to listen to hydra commands but that doesn’t mean she’ll remember us.”

“But this at least means we can take her out of the cell. Reintroduce her into the building, the team and that might help her remember.” 

“I’m not so sure about that.” Bucky mumbled, he was losing the last bit of hope he had. 

“Come on Barnes, if anything you can just make her fall in love with you all over again.”

Bucky glares at Clint as the door opens. Pepper stands in the doorway and surveys the area before frowning.

“Where’s Morgan?” 

“I thought she was with you?” Tony stands and heads towards his wife.

“No, she wanted to see you. I told her I would bring her down in a minute but she didn’t want to wait. You know she’s in her ‘I can do everything alone’ phase. But you really haven’t seen her?” Pepper asks worriedly. 

“Only one place I can think of she would try to find. Friday, show us Y/N’s cell.” Tony tells the A.I. Everyone looks at the screen with slight horror, your cell is empty. “Where the fuck is she? How did she get out?”

Pepper gasps as her hand flies over her mouth. 

Steve is the first to move. “Friday, show us the footage before the cell door was opened.”

They see you stand from the bed and walk toward the door and they hear you ask Friday to open the door. Tony curses under his breath. 

“You didn’t remove her from Friday’s authorization list?” 

“I didn’t think she would try to use it.”

“Tony, where is Morgan?” 

Tony has Friday follow your movements and they see when Morgan runs towards you before pulling you into the elevator. They’re all out of the meeting room and headed towards the apartment floors. Once they’re at Steve and Bucky’s apartment Tony starts to rush in only to be pulled back by Steve. The blonde puts a finger over his mouth commanding them to be silent. Him and Bucky stand closer to the door and listen to what the others can’t hear. 

“We can go in, Morgan is safe.” Bucky tells them. 

Bucky opens the door wide enough for them to walk in. Steve leads the way followed by Tony, Bruce, Clint and Bucky at the end. The sight before them claws at Steve and Bucky’s hearts. There were many pictures lying around you both and the tv was going with videos that you had recorded yourself from team get togethers, birthday parties and holidays. The laughter coming from the videos and Morgan is infectious but it only produces a sad smile on your face. The internal struggle is evident, you’re trying to remember but can’t. At the sound of movement both you and Morgan turn around, your arms wrapping around the young girl protectively before you realize it’s the same people in your videos. 

“Daddy look, I'm helping auntie Y/N remember!” Morgan squeals in delight as she runs towards her father’s open arms. 

“I see that munchkin but mama is looking for you, we should go find her.” Tony says after looking her over to make sure there are no injuries. “Let’s give them some privacy.” he mumbles to Clint and Bruce, leaving you alone with Bucky and Steve.

From your place on the couch you look up at them, unsure of what is going to happen next. Will they punish you because you left the cell? Steve sits down next to you, grabbing the remote and muting the tv. Bucky moves further into the living room, he grabs the album sitting on the coffee table and sits down. He opens the album and thumbs through the pages. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You whispered. 

“We didn’t know how much or little you remembered. We didn’t want to confuse you more.” 

“But we’re married.” You look up at Bucky and then Steve wide-eyed. “Why was I with them?” 

Steve, having been the one to approve the mission, speaks up and explains everything. His guilt is clear in every word and when it’s too difficult for him to speak Bucky fills the gaps. Once they’re done they ask if you have any questions. 

“So I did it to protect you? Because I love you?” 

Blue eyes full of guilt snap to yours. Was it really that simple? It seemed like there was a chance that you weren’t completely gone. Bucky reached into his shirt and pulled out his dog tags, a simple band with a beautiful diamond hung from it. He undid it and pulled the ring out and presented it to you. Followed by Steve doing the same with a simple band. 

“They’re your engagement and wedding rings.” They each presented you with the ring they held on to. Bucky slipped the engagement ring on first and then Steve put the wedding ring on. You held your hand and stared at it, the sight of the rings on your finger. The memory fought to break free but you only got glimpses. Steve stumbles over his words, Bucky’s hand slightly shaking as he holds it up the first time. Smiles, kisses and lingering touches. They look at each other as they watch you fight to recall any memory.  

“Why can’t I remember?” 

“Hydra probably suppressed your memories.” Bucky offered. 

“Did they do that to you?” 

He nodded. A knock at the door interrupts the conversation and Nat walks in. She holds in her hand some sort of tube with red liquid inside. She looks at you with a sympathetic smile. 

“This should counteract the agent they injected you with. If a hydra agent were to find you they won’t be able to control you anymore.” She pulled out something that looked like a spray can and added the tube to it. Nat pressed the nozzle in your direction and you inhaled it before shaking your head when you felt dizzy. 

A weight had been lifted from your shoulders in a sense but dread pooled at the pit of your stomach. A fog had been lifted and you could remember all the things you’d done, all the people.

“How are you feeling?” Steve asked.

“I can’t remember anything.” 

“I’m sorry Y/N, this won’t help with your memories only with the control hydra had.” Nat said before excusing herself.

“What happens now? Do I have to go back to that cell?”

“No, not at all.” Steve answers. 

“But where will I go?”

“You can stay here if you want. This is your home too.”

“And if I never remember?”

“Then we’ll make new memories.”

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I really wanted to know more about Near's relationship with the SPK members in his view.

I like to imagine that one time they went to an amusement park and Near couldn't go on almost any ride because of his height.

Or them going to Burger King, because Near wanted Spider-Man's cup.

Okay, look. I thought about this for a while. Hear me out.

As dull as it sounds, I think Nears relationship towards Halle, Gevanni and Rester probably doesn‘t exceed much from them being colleages. We know that Near is probably closest to Rester and I think Halle, being the most approachable of the three, takes on some "parental“ tasks for Near, like pushing him to take care of himself (eat, shower, sleep, ...). Gevanni is probably the most distanced from Near. He‘s professional, no doubt, but for some reason I can see him complaining to Halle and Rester about Near, once they‘re out of Nears earshot.

The SPK is founded in early 2009, about 90% of the SPK is killed off half a year later, so the 4 characters effectively only have 3 1/2 months to get to know each other in this constellation until the end of canon Death Note. Everyone is being incredibly secretive about their personal lives, not only for their own safety but so no information can get out. Once the SPK is down to only 4 people, Near probably tries some things to improve the work morals, lighten the mood or something. He read that team building is important and keeping your colleages happy and motivated is a good thing. So maybe he arranges regular activities out of work, like going to an amusement park (it‘s all stuff he googled), having meals together, stuff like that. But it all just ends up being incredibly awkward. Here are two scenarios I can see happening:

Amusement park The SPK probably went like "Near, are you 100% sure you want to go to an amusement park...? I don‘t want to be degrading or anything but do you really think you can handle that?" "Yeah, why wouldn‘t I, it‘s gonna be fun for sure." "If you say so..." Once they‘re there, all the impressions come crashing down on Near and he‘s barely able to deal with the situation he put himself in. He probably wouldn‘t even cope with just going on a single ride. Too many people, too many lights, too many noises, too many smells, too much adrenalin to handle at once. On top of the approaching meltdown, he will most likely receive looks from people and hear comments from kids walking past him "Why is that boy so white??“ "Look mom, a ghost!!“ "OMG is that kid sick?“, inceasing his anxiety levels even further. I can see him lecturing someone who was just trying to be nice about his albinism pretty rudely about his condition.

Lunch Near suggests the 4 of them have lunch together. And I imagine the SPK being in this massive office building with all sorts of companies in it and they go downstairs to the canteen and again, Near gets all sorts of looks (”Why is there a teenager here…?” “Duuuuude look at how white this guys hair is”). I headcanon Near having misophonia, meaning he gets irrationally angry when he hears people eat, swallow or make all kinds of mouthy sounds. And Near, once again, is this close to rage-quitting the whole thing. The noises, the smells, too many people. And Near printed out a list of things to make small talk about, because that REALLY not his area and he awkwardly checks the list and reads out some questions. “Ok so, Gevanni. Uhh about the weather…” “Near, we really don’t need to do this.” “… would you like to talk about the local weather or are you more interested in the recent monsoons over in New Delhi?” “Near, really…”

Sorry for the long read. Let me know if I'm completely off with my thoughts here or you can see any of this happening as well!

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