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Little Mouse Ch. 17

Warnings this fic will contain mature themes. Such as but not limited to teasing, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, very unhealthy relationships, some elements of non-con/rape, threesomes, drug use, breath play, voyeurism, branding, sex.

Summery: Rin meets some of some of the eight bullets and most importantly she meets Eri.

Word Count: 6231

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Well not one part of that conversation had gone the way Rin anticipated for it to. And oddly, she found Overhaul a harder person to understand, he confused her all the more as she talked with him. Like he came himself to try and sooth her? Okay sure she was acting like a spoiled kid but still. The head of the Yakuza surely wouldn’t come talk with some random woman just to try and be polite. He didn’t strike her as that kind of person to put others above himself. No he did it to try and gain something. But what? Surely he wouldn’t tell her if she asked. He made it clear already he only answered her questions that he wanted to answer and ignored the others.

“Well I’m sure you're a busy man with being such a young head of a Yakuza group. I think I’ve taken up enough of your time,” that was her professional voice and way of telling him to leave. The few short months she spend working at the hospital had taught her very quickly how to remain sounding calm and professional while telling people to fuck off. And she did not hesitate to use that skill now while talking with the man in front of her.

And apparently that tone of voice did not go unnoticed by Overhaul as Rin watched his eyes squint a little at her. His lips pressed together and he seemed to be trying very hard not to just snap at her.

“Fine, I will leave. But I expect this childish behaviour of yours to end. Dinner will be brought up within the hour. If you do not wish to see me a second time tonight I would suggest you eat,” his voice was calm and cold as he glared at her with those bright gold eyes of his.

“Fine. But remember Overhaul remove the camera from my room or I’ll do it myself and you will not have working cameras any more,” she growled, refusing to back down. Which in turn stirred a number of different feelings within Kai as he watched the woman stand before him and cross her arms over her chest. No one ever threatened him. His natural reaction was to lash out. But he had no desire to actually hurt her, which also irritated him. What was it with this annoying woman that drew him into her? He had to know the answer.

“Do whatever you wish after all as I have said before you are not a prisoner. You're here as a loyal dog to Shigaraki. Just remember if you leave I no longer have to hold up my end of the deal,” was the threat he gave before he turned and left the room not allowing her to say anything to the rude comment or the threat.

She felt like ripping her hair out as her fingers roughly ran through her hair and over her scalp as she growled to herself. What an asshole. She almost wanted to chase after him and chew his ass out. First off she was no one's dog, there was nothing stopping her from walking out that door and through Overhaul's little secret base and out into the world. Actually now that she paused for a second there really was no reason for her not to leave. She could leave Overhaul and Shigaraki behind. Return home, pack her bags and just leave the country. Why not? What was keeping her in this hell hole?

She almost didn’t even realize she had reached for the door handle before she found herself pausing. Leaving would mean she wouldn’t see Dabi again. Not Toga, Twice or Mr. Compress. Why did that thought make her hesitate so much? Why did that thought make her chest hurt? Dragging her feet she moved over to throw herself onto the bed face first with a groan. Overhaul was right, she was a loyal dog after all. She wouldn’t be able to bring herself to leave and disappoint those she valued. Though when in the world did she become attached to a bunch of villains?

Ugh all these confusing feelings were making her head hurt and her chest ache at the reminder she couldn’t see any of them any time soon. She wondered if Dabi was even aware that for the last twenty four hours she had been gone. Did he know? Or better yet did he care? She could just imagine him shrugging his shoulders at Kurogiri for informing him that she had left under orders of Shigaraki to deal with keeping Overhaul happy. Hmmm sent from one man child to the next, she really was starting to feel like a full time babysitter.

The red head remained face down across the bed till a simple knock informed her that her dinner had arrived. Slowly she forced herself to crawl off of the bed to turn around in time to watch Chrono’s take the cart of old food out. The smell of warm fresh food had her mouth water and her stomach angerly growling at her. There was no way she was going to let this meal go to waist as her stomach demanded food. Still she was reluctant as she walked over to see what was on her menu for food. Rice and curry was what greeted her as she looked down at the dishes on the cart. It smelled like heaven as she grabbed the plate and started to dig into the meal. Not over the top spicy but it still had a nice flavour and bite to it. Might not have been a five star meal but it was still incredibly good.

Once she had emptied the plate she walked back over to sit down on the bed with a nice sigh feeling much better than she had all day long. Still she felt restless, or maybe it was just boredom that she was feeling? Either way she had no idea what to do with herself now that she wasn’t pacing or stuck in her own mind.

She found herself glancing over at the door. It wasn’t locked, never had been. She was willingly staying in the bedroom like a caged bird. Sure Chrono’s told her not to leave but if they truly didn’t want her to go walk around they would have locked the door. Right?

Now it was curiosity that drove her to get up and walk towards the door. Well the door knob didn’t burn or electrocute her so she took that as a good sign when she turned it and slowly opened the door before ever so carefully poking her head into the hallway. Of course it was empty just like when she was brought to the room. She gave it a solid minute before she slowly stepped out into the hallway. Well no one had come to stop her so then she must be allowed to leave the room. Now to head left or right? She completely wasn’t sure which way to go but after a second of thought she figured she didn’t want to go back the way she came. So instead she headed to the left and continued down the hall figuring she may as well try and explore the place. Though trying to remember the way she came from was going to be a problem. But oh well that was a concern for later.

Hall after hall were all white, nothing changed they all seemed to be so similar. The odd doors were all that lined the walls. Her sneakers squealed softly against the tiled floor beneath her as she walked. That noise filled her ears as it was the only thing that broke the heavy silence. It was surprising she had not encountered anyone yet. It felt kind of odd. It was a group right? So there had to be a number of people who worked for Overhaul besides the two she had met earlier. How many men had there been when she first encountered the group? She couldn’t remember everything that had happened as she had turned her attention to Compress. But still did the entire gang just hide in one of the rooms she never looked into?

Finally the heavy silence was broken with what sounded like talking? Was it people or a tv? She wasn’t sure but she was silently very happy to learn that the building wasn’t some weird abandoned place. Letting her ears lead the way she wove through the empty hauls till she came to an area with a large archway entry. It almost looked like a living room. A tv sat along one wall while a large couch and a few smaller ones sat across from the tv.

Apparently those sitting in the room had not noticed her enter as she stood in the archway. Some extreme boxing match or something of that nature was on the tv, the two men sitting in the room bickered softly over said choice of the tv channel. They must have either felt completely comfortable that the place was safe or that they could beat anyone who attempted to attack them if they had not noticed her step into the room. Ugh she hated how her mind was starting to work, she was growing oddly paranoid for someone who wasn’t actually running from anyone. But still she was learning first hand what happened in the shadows and how quick or easily someone may want to try and kill you.

Both men seemed rather tall even though they were sitting down. The one had long shaggy light brown hair the other sported shorter spiked blonde hair. Almost reminded her of that school kid Shiggy kidnapped. But the hair was shorter and a slightly different shade not nearly as light.

“Are you going to continue standing there or join us?” The question came from the blonde; it was clearly not aimed at the man sitting beside him.

“What the hell?” The big man asked before turning his head at the blonde before cranking it further back to look at her. A plague mask just like Overhaul was wearing when she first met him though maybe not as decorated as this one just seemed solid black and large enough to cover his entire face.

“I was simply curious to see if I would be noticed. For Overhauls lacky I expected you to notice me sooner,” she said softly with a soft shrug of her shoulders as if she possessed some sort of new found bravery, or stupidity she wasn’t sure yet.

“I noticed you right away. But what’s a girl going to do?” Was the blonde insinuating she was weak? Yes yes he was. That had her lips press together unimpressed with his assumption.

“Why the hell did Overhaul bring some weak woman in?” The large brute of a man asked. She assumed it was a question meant for his blonde companion but still she snapped at him.

“You really shouldn’t assume someone’s weak just cause they are a woman,” she growled at the brunette. Which in turn just had him burst out in a hearty laugh. Was he mocking her? He must have been. Her glare became more intense as she watched him as he calmed down.

“Fine then prove to me you're strong,” he encouraged her as he stood up, actually turning to face her. Well fuck he was a hell of a lot taller and wider than she had first thought while sitting down. She almost cried out that she's a healer not a warrior. Damn she was really starting to sound like Shiggy.

“I’m not so stupid as to pick a fight I couldn’t win. You are not only taller and wider but I am aware you're stronger than me. I’m also unaware of your quirk. But based on the build of your body it’s most likely a close combat combatable quirk. Which would already put me at a disadvantage,” she said simply as she watched the man walk up to her. She literally had to crank her neck at a weird angle to look up at him.

“So you're weak and scared,” he said simply, still just completely irritating her. Which had her nearly snarl at the man. Clearly he was not the brightest light bulb in the room.

“Rappa. If you hurt her, master Overhaul will be very mad with you,” the blonde was quick to warn his large friend about how his actions may bring on the wrath of their leader. Though hearing that warning only seemed to excite the large man before her.

“Maybe he will fight me again then,” the brunette called out before attempting to reach out and grab her. His large arm had been aimed to sweep her waist up and toss her over his shoulder. But Rin had been quick to jump away having been expecting him to lash out much earlier.

“I’m a doctor not a fighter. And I was sent here on Shigaraki’s orders. Fighting with you would bring shame to Shigaraki,” she said, trying her hardest to backpedal her way out of this fight.

“Come Rappa you would win that fight without any effort. You heard the woman, she is smarter than you but not stronger. You would find it too boring fighting her,” the blonde said, trying to coax the big fella back to his spot on the couch where they had been before she had interrupted them. Though a sudden idea did come to her. If the man was accustomed to fighting close combat he may make a good training partner. If he didn’t kill her first at least.

She slowly followed the two before taking a seat at a completely different couch before once again looking at the tv taking in the sport channel they were apparently on.

“Let me guess the big guy picked the tv station?” She asked with a glance at the blonde man. Who simply nodded his head.

“I guess I should introduce myself since I’m probably gonna be stuck here for a while. Rin Nakano,” she said with a bow of her head as both men looked at her a little oddly. What? Was it the fact she had chosen to join them? Cuase fuck watching guys beat the shit out of each other was still better than staying in her room. Or was it the fact she was trying to be polite now?

“He is Kendo Rappa, and I am Hekiji Tengia,” the blonde said, introducing both of them. Now she took a moment to take them both in. The blonde was dressed rather traditionally for this day and age. It seemed rare to see people casually wearing yukata and geta on their feet. Though his closed eyed gaze was oddly off putting. Maybe he was the most dangerous one out of the two. Sure Rappa seemed strong but he was stupid. For all she knew he could just swing those large fists wildly and have no real strategies which would be harder to predict but as long as she avoided being hit she could out think him. But the blonde was clearly smarter. And that could be even more dangerous.

Rappa no longer seemed interested in her as he was zoned in on the fight going on on the tv. And so Rin let the conversation die not really caring if she attempted to carry on. These were not her friends or comrades. But still some human interaction was good for her. This was still better than being stuck in her bedroom doing shit all. So she would suck it up and watch the match. Though it became very apparent quickly that Rappa was far more entertaining to watch than the actual fight itself. The man got so worked up watching the match. And it was clear he had actual training for the sport. He clearly knew the rules, criticized the fighters and bitched about how they can’t fight to the death. Great another person with a few screws loose. Though this one you may actually hear rattling if you shook his head.

“You seem to know a lot about the sport. Are you a really big fan?” She asked simply, trying to look as innocent as possible as she softly tilted her head and smiled at the man. Though she was kind of digging for information. But this was actually something she wanted to know for herself. Some boxing training may not be bad for her. Though Rin was completely unaware of how shocked and mildly flustered the man became by her question and the look she gave him thanks to the mask he was wearing covering his entire face. Though that trick didn’t work as well on the blonde as he remained quite, simply watching her closely.

“I used to fight in an underground ring. Less rules and regulations. But it wasn’t as fun as I had wanted. I was too strong, could never let loose with my quirk,” yep that answered the questions she had. So he was indeed much stronger than herself. Though it was still a vague enough answer to not tell her what his quirk was, which she did want to know.

“Ah, that makes sense. You sounded too passionate to be just a regular fan. I figured you must have had some level of experience in the sport,” she said simply, still forcing the charming look over at the man. The blonde man though seemed stiff and had oddly remained quiet. He clearly didn’t trust her, though she didn’t trust him. Seemed they shared that mutual mistrust of each other at least.

And so that’s how she spent her evening watching between sports matches and Rappa’s excitement and energy. It wasn’t till she let out a yawn and stretched as she stood up that both men followed her to their feet. Which had the woman raise an eyebrow at them.

“You should head back to your room for the night. We can show you the way back,” the blonde said, answering her unasked questions since it seemed he was the only one who had noticed it.

“That would be nice. Cause to be honest I have no clue where I even am. I’ve only been here a day,” she said, falling into step behind the two men allowing them to lead the way through the wide halls back to her room. To which both left her without a word before retreating back down the hall.

“Well that went better than she expected,” she hummed to herself as she walked into the room. Locked off her pants she had been wearing and crawled into bed. Not like it mattered if Overhaul caught a quick peek at her panties. The man had fucking bought them he knew exactly what she was wearing surely. Once in bed her bra quickly joined the pants before she happily relaxed curling up in the warm sheets and letting her mind go blank as sleep took over.

The next morning Rin was woken by the knocking at her door before Chrono’s wheeled the food cart into her room. Ugh it felt too early for her to be getting up but the smell of food was too enticing. With half lid eyes and messy red hair Rin sat up turning a glare at the man who didn’t say a word before he turned and left her room closing the door behind him. Of course the man didn’t say a word to her just left the food and got the fuck out of her room as if she was some diseased ridden rat.

Even those two men she had met the night before had talked to her more than Chrono’s had in the last few days she has spent as their captive or guest as overhaul would correct her. Though she still felt like she had no say in any of this. But hey at least she wasn’t eating cold microwaveable meals. Thinking about food had her stomach growl as she wrapped the blankets around her as the clothes she had been wearing the other day sat on the floor by the bed. Everything but the panties she wore as she stripped them off once under the safety of the blankets from any prying eyes. Rin had completely grown accustomed to sleeping naked lately since clothes were not worth the hassle of putting on when she slept as Dabi would rip them off before she fell asleep and often once he was awake too.

But having to hide under the blanket was annoying as she grabbed the cart and pulled it over towards the bed and sat down to start digging into the large array of food and options. Some are traditional Japanese breakfast options, but then there was a plate of pancakes also available. It almost seemed like whoever was cooking her meals had no idea what to make her to keep her happy and so just made a ton of options. The pancakes looked good as she dug into them. Though a lot sweeter than she would typically eat for breakfast it was still nice for a change. Though it still didn’t sit well with her being watched. So of course as she ate the food her left hand raised up and out of the blankets as her middle finger on its own rose up alone. She was sure the man was watching to see if she would eat her breakfast and what she was eating. So she was sure that he was getting an eye full of her flipping him off. She could only hope it pissed him off.

Hmm maybe that is how she would spend her morning after eating. She ate a bit of almost everything before getting up off the bed. Still in the blanket she walked to the closet before finally deciding on a simply grey t-shirt and dark grey shorts. Seemed better than all the annoying looking dresses in the closet. Now that she was dressed she started to hunt along the walls and every corner. She was well aware cameras nowadays could be made incredibly tiny, which was going to make it hard looking for them by hand. But still she had to try as she hunted every inch of the room for a camera of some sort. Of course to her dismay she came up empty handed. Still she wouldn’t let it go, there had to be cameras or else Overhaul would have surely rebutted her claim at him watching her. But instead he admitted the compound was covered in cameras.

But she was just working herself into a sour mood as she growled unhappy at coming up empty handed on her search for the hidden cameras in her room. So what does the angry woman decide to do? Leave her room and hunt down Overhaul wanting to find him and once again she’s his ass out for watching her. Damn it she wanted privacy and the freedom to sleep naked without fear.

Turning the way which Chrono’s had brought her down she tried to remember the path they had taken the night she arrived and where the office room Overhaul had used was. After all, it seemed like that room was actually used. Though finding said room proved to be a bit more difficult than she expected as she aimlessly roamed the halls.

Maybe Lady Luck was on her side finally as she turned a corner and spotted the man she had been on the hunt for walking down the hall. She had not even noticed the man and child behind him as she simply stormed towards him.

“Overhaul we need to have a word,” she growled as she stormed up towards him before pausing as she finally noticed the man in a white coat with a plague mask sitting over his face hiding his identity. She paused and arched an eyebrow before she spotted the young girl. She looked no older than six, her arms and legs bandaged up and she seemed to be wearing a dress that didn’t look like it was much more than a potato sack. Chisaki was watching her reaction and quickly noticed the way the woman softened up and looked almost concerned for the kid in his man’s arms.

“Who’s the kid?” She asked as she stepped past Chisaki towards the poor idiot holding the kid, which had turned out to be Chrono’s but she was unaware of that. This seemed to draw the girl’s eyes over to look at the red headed woman. Or maybe it was the fact that the man holding her had stopped walking that had the scared looking girl blinking tear filled eyes over at the woman.

“Eri. But now is not the time Rin,” Chisaki growled, warning the woman but that wouldn’t stop her. An odd motherly instinct seemed to kick in as the woman stepped past Overhaul and towards Chrono’s who held the crying child.

So this was Eri? This was the kid Overhaul had said he wanted her to babysit. It was a young scared kid. But where the hell did he get a kid? Then again Rin truly feared the answer to that question.

“I’m here because you wanted a babysitter. Now hand over the kid,” she snapped at the dark haired man which had his eyes become slits as he glared at her. Poor Chrono’s was looking back and forth between them. Unsure if he should just hand over the child. And yet when he didn’t the glare he received was almost enough to make the man feel uneasy. His eyes darted back and forth though Rin couldn’t see it. And yet when she still demanded the child in her own arms she listened as Overhaul sighed before nodding his head at Chrono’s who slowly and hesitantly handed over the crying child.

“If you need us Overhaul I’m sure you’ll be able to come find us,” she growled before holding the poor child to her chest and turning on her heel to walk away from the two men leaving them standing in the hall watching her as she silently walked away.

“Why do you put up with her insubordination? The woman has no manners…” Chrono’s was complaining before Chisaki snapped at him mid sentence not having the patients any more to deal with the man’s complaint.

“Enough Chrono’s. What I decide to do about the woman is none of your concern!” Chisaki growled at the man who was one of a few people he would consider a friend. Which in turn had the man bowing his head at Chisaki.

“Sorry, please forgive me Overhaul,” Chrono said quickly as he bowed low to the head of the Shie Hassaikai. Chisaki didn’t say a word for the apology and instead turned to head back down the hall as he had been doing before the interruption. He felt the need to go for a bath needing to wash away the disgusting germs that felt to cling to his skin.

Rin headed back towards her bedroom not saying a word as she carried the poor child who didn’t say a word as her face was buried into Rin’s shirt. Trying to put as much space between herself and Overhaul before she tried to talk to the kid. Victims will almost never openly talk in front of their captures. Was it some motherly instinct kicked in or was this her hero training that kicked in as she fought the urge to run off with the kid in her arms. But that would not go over well, clearly the kid was important for something. But what? Rin didn’t have a clue but maybe she could find out from the poor kid in her arms.

Once the hallway became empty and no one seemed to be chasing her so she slowed down her quick pace looking down at the poor girl.

“Your name is Eri right?” Rin asked softly as she looked down at the girl hoping for an answer. Which she did get as the slightest bit of a head nod.

“That’s a very cute name. My name is Rin,” she said, her voice still nice and soft hoping to be able to coax the kid from her scared little shell.

“I’m going to be babysitting you for a bit,” she said after a second of silence as it seemed the poor thing was still scared. Her hands had tightly gripped at Rin’s shirt. Maybe it was her hero training that finally kicked into overdrive or some weird motherly instinct but she couldn’t in her right mind let the kid go. Her own arms tightened their grip softly on her.

“As long as I have you no harm will come to you,” she said softly as she felt the small body in her arms shake. Now where was her room? As much as she didn’t like the thought of locking herself away it was still the closest thing to safe space she had.

Finally finding the door she had left open so she knew it would be hers she stepped into the room, closing the door behind her softly before walking over and sitting down on the bed cradling the small body against her. Her right hand moved up to softly start petting the girl's hair trying to sooth her silent crying. Rin simply chose to try and wait for the girl to calm down on her own, unsure if talking in that moment would do her any good.

Finally her breathing evened out, her small body stopped shaking. Though the tiny hands never let go of her shirt. But still it was an improvement since she had nearly ripped the girl from Chrono’s arms.

“No,” the soft little angelic voice whispered which broke the silence as Rin’s hand paused before it continued to stroke the girl's long soft hair.

“No what? Eri?” She asked softly, unsure what the girl was talking about.

“No you’re not safe around me. Bad things happen to people,” The poor child cried which in turn just had the red haired woman hugging her even closer.

“Don’t worry Eri nothing bad will happen. I’ll be extra careful,” She whispered into the girl’s hair as she tried to soothe the crying child. Still, what did the kid mean? Was this a warning about Overhaul? If he was keeping the kid as a prison she must have been important to him for some reason. But what? Or why was she important? Did Overhaul kill anyone who tried to protect the girl or take her? Probably which meant she was going to need to be even more careful around the man.

“No it won’t be enough,” the child cried into her shoulder, completely pulling at every heart string Rin had.

“Don’t worry Eri I’m not as weak as I look. I used to be a hero. I can take care of myself and I’ll make sure to take care of you as well. You do not need to worry any more,” Rin said, trying her best to soothe the child.

“A hero?” Well at least that seemed to grab the kids attention and helped in keeping more tears from streaming down her face.

“Yep. I trained to be a hero. Still even have my license,” She said softly, rather happy to see that the poor kid was able to open up a little and seemed to be at least slightly distractible.

“But you're not anymore?” She asked softly, pulling away just enough to look up at Rin with her wide red eyes.

“No, I decided last year I wanted to help people in a different way. I joined the healthcare system. I help people when they are sick or hurt,” Rin said as she watched the kid look up at her with wide eyes. At least now the tears had stopped their free flowing down her cheeks.

“Are you hurt Eri?” Rin finally asked as she looked down at the bandages that wrapped around all four of her appendages.

“No,” That was the softest no Rin had ever heard which made her think the kid was lying. But getting rough to try and pull the bandages off of her or trying to push for the proper answer would not be a good idea with a child who was abused.

“Well if you ever hurt yourself you just come to me Eri. I’ll heal you up,” Rin said and actually had the side of the kids lips lifted up a little.

“And if anyone ever hurts you, you can tell me and I’ll make everything better,” She said though saying this didn't seem to be the best thing as the small smile vanished as fast as it had appeared. Eri wasn’t stupid, one glance around the baron room told her that this room held no familiarity to the woman she was holding on to for dear life. Did that mean they were in the same boat? The fear that the strange woman would endure the same treatment as herself had the young girl bursting into tears all over again which completely surprised Rin.

“No! No you can’t,” The girl cried as she looked up at Rin who was struggling not to let the shock show on her face, unsure of what upset the girl so much.

“It’s okay Eri. You don’t need to worry about me. When I say I’ll do something I will do it no matter what. So you don’t have to worry. I also have some very strong friends. They wouldn’t let anything happen to me either so don’t worry,” Rin said, giving the kid a reassuring soft smile. This seemed to calm the girl down a little bit at least allowing her tears to once again dry up.

Not wanting to push her luck Rin remained silent allowing the two of them to sit together just holding one another. This alone seemed to calm the kid down even more till her soft breathing told Rin that the kid had fallen asleep in her arms. A warm smile pulled at her lips as she hugged the kid. So sweet and so innocent, Rin felt the need to help her. But how? Taking the girl and running would surely be useless. Even if she could get herself and the kid out of the compound Overhaul would never let them get far. And fighting for her was really not an option. Shigaraki would also probably be pissed and see that as her betraying him. Even if she could find a cop or hero to help her, she would most likely be arrested. Rin needed to remain calm and collected thinking and acting rashly would only get her into trouble. She needed to think of a way out that won't get herself or the kid killed. This was far from an ideal situation. She was going to need time to think of a plan, but did Eri or herself have time? That was the most concerning question.

The two stayed that way even as Rin herself was drifting off to sleep before a knock and her door just swinging open to reveal Chrono’s started both of them awake, though one was more awake than the other.

“Get lost,” Rin growled at the man who just simply looked at her incredibly unimpressed.

“It is time for Eri to return to her bedroom,” Chrono said simply as he walked towards the duo which had the girl in Rin’s arms shaking.

“Touch her and I will gladly rip your hand off. Eri can stay in my room tonight. If Overhaul has an issue with that then he himself can come and pry her from me,” Rin stood her ground tightening her arms around the poor child she refused to give up. Which in turn had Chrono’s glaring at the woman. He seemed incredibly unhappy with her but Rin didn’t care. The stare down was on and she refused to lose.

“Fine. Is there any other information I should pass along to Overhaul as well?” His words couldn’t hold any more venom if he tried but it's not like Rin cared.

“Yeah I think Eri could use some new toy’s,” Rin said with a snort though she had no clue what toys the kid had but still she oddly said it anyways. With a simple nod of his head the man wordlessly left the two alone in the bedroom.

“See. I promised that I’ll protect you,” Rin said, nuzzling her nose into the kid's hair. Which in turn had the child instantly seem to relax a little more in her arms.

“How about we lay down in bed and enjoy this sleepover?” She asked a little worried she would otherwise fall asleep sitting up against her head board at this rate.

“Okay,” The girl said, crawling off her lap so the two could crawl under the blankets together as the young child once again snuggled up against her chest and held her shirt tightly as if Rin would suddenly disappear if the kid blinked her eyes.

“Good night Eris’s,” Rin whispered softly. There was a muffled reply which she assumed was a good night back but was too muffled by Rin’s shirt.

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Anon from the "missing ask" here, I'm sorry for the inconvenience aaaaaaa. My request was Yamato letting his female s/o see his Hybrid form for the first time, but worrying that she would start seeing him as some sort of monster. Instead, she reassures Yamato that she loves him just the same because it's still him, and then comes what I said in the ask that did go through. (I hope it makes sense ahdghuegdhgd)

Hi, thanks for sending in the first part again. I hope this is about what you wanted and thank you for being so patient with me; I've been a tad busy lately.

Warnings: NSFW, AFAB!Yamato, fem!bodied Yamato, use of toys,

Word Count: 1380

Your beloved boyfriend paced back and forth in front of you, biting his lip. He’d said he wanted to talk to you about something, something important. After he’d reassured you that he wasn’t going to break up with you, he’d pulled you to his room and sat you on his bed while he paced.

“Yamato, darling, please, you’re going to chew a hole through your lip.” you said, getting up and putting a thumb on his lower lip, pulling it from between his teeth.

“I… sorry, I just… I’m…” Yamato swallowed hard, “I’m worried you’ll see me differently after I tell you, I… I just… I love you so much and I don’t want to lose you.” he said, pulling you close, his large body trembling as he held you tight. You laughed slightly and shook your head, holding your worried boyfriend.

“Nothing could make me see you any differently than I do now, my dearest. I’ll still love you. Even when I found out you were the son of Kaido, I never treated you any different. If I can look past you being the son of that monster, don’t you think I can see past whatever it is that you have to show me?” you asked, your words calming the young man. Pulling away, he nodded before sitting you back down on the bed. Taking a couple steps back, he transformed into his hybrid form without a word. Hands and feet growing claws, long hair flowing freely, looking almost like a mane, a mouth full of sharp fangs, elongated ears, and a fluffy tail. Still, despite what he feared was a monstrous appearance, you just smiled lovingly at him.

“So I finally get to see your devil fruit?” you asked with a small laugh, standing up and walking back over to him, caressing his cheek. Your hand slowly moved up from his cheek to card through his hair, humming and smiling at how soft it was. Silky tresses now soft like fur, already pale skin now white as snow, “So beautiful.” you whispered, closing your eyes as you pressed your lips against his. Slowly, tentatively, you ran your tongue over his lips, the surprised man hesitantly allowing you access. You carefully slid your tongue over sharp fangs until you felt him take the lead once more, arms wrapping around you once more as he chased your tongue back into your own mouth with his own.

“You… you’re okay with this? Don’t… don’t I look like a monster?” he asked once he’d pulled away, once for you to laugh again.

“No, you don’t look like a monster. You look kind of like a wolf, like a soft puppy.” you said almost teasingly, making him blush, the pink color more noticeable on his white cheeks.

“You… you’re so amazing.” he muttered, gently kissing you again and again, each kiss growing more passionate.

“Yamato… I… I want you.” you whispered against his lips when he pulled back for breath. You’d never felt closer to him, never felt more in love with him than right now. Staring into your eyes, he slowly nodded, carefully laying you on the bed.

“I want you too Y/n.” he said softly, transforming back into his human form as he caressed your cheek. It didn’t take long for you to remove each other’s clothes as you continuously met each other for one kiss after another. Running your hands over his body, you smiled, hybrid form or human form, he was always the most beautiful thing you’d ever laid eyes on. His own large hands roamed your body, thumbs lightly flicking over your nipples as he did his best to caress every inch of your body. Hesitantly, he took a nipple in his mouth while his hand wandered downwards, a shiver running down his spine when he reached your pussy, fingers sliding over your wet folds. You pulled him away from your breasts, pulling him in for another kiss. It took all he had not to lose himself in your lips, fingers slowly gliding past your folds, breaching your tight cunt with two fingers. Your pussy was wet, warm, and oh so tight around his digits. He whimpered as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, finally melting into your kiss. It wasn’t enough, he needed more, he needed you. Reaching blindly, he managed to find his strap on, whining when you took it from him. Another whine left his lips as he felt you slide one end against his own wet cunt, followed by a gasp when you slid the toy inside of him. It felt so good to have you slowly pushing the faux cock inside him, breathing heavily as you sheathed it inside of him, hands securing the straps as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of your pussy.

“P-please, Y/n. I want you so bad.” he whimpered, burying his head in the crook of your neck. A small giggle reached his ears, sounding like the most heavenly music.

“Then pull your fingers out and take me. I want you too, my sweet wolf.” you whispered, sending another shudder down his spine. As much as he wanted to continue feeling your tight cunt around his fingers, he pulled them out before positioning the toy at your entrance.

“Are… are you sure?” he asked, pausing as the head of the toy rubbed against you.

“More sure than I’ve ever been. I want you Yamato.” you answered, moaning when you felt him finally slide inside you, your walls tight around the plastic dick. Pulling him close once more, you kissed him again and again, both of you breathless as he began to thrust in and out of your pussy, both of you moaning in pleasure.

“Y-Y/n. S-so good.” he whined, pulling you close as his thrusts sped up. He wanted more, wanted to hear you cry out his name. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, hands wrapping around his neck, tangling in his silky hair. All you could do was moan as he held you, pounding in and out of your tight cunt. It felt so good to connect with him like this, to have him holding you while he fucked you. A whine left your lips as you felt your beloved boyfriend nip at your neck and shoulder, undoubtedly leaving hickeys and bite marks all along your skin. His marks, ones that claimed you as his and his alone. The sight had his thrusts growing faster, rougher as he moaned your name. The sound of his name leaving your lips had him holding onto you for dear life as he pounded in and out of you, losing himself in your body, in your hold as you moaned his name again and again, like a mantra.

“Y/n, so close, so close. Need you, need you to cum with me. Please.” he begged, burying his head in the crook of your neck, his eyes squeezed shut.

“Ahh, yes, g-gonna cum! So close, so close! Y-Yamato!” you cried out, pussy clenching down around the faux cock as you came. Yamato’s cries echoed yours, holding to you even tighter as he came as well, stilling inside of you as he gushed around the toy, his cum and yours leaking down to mix together as it dripped down onto the sheets. Doing your best to catch your breath, you held your white haired love close as you both came down from your high, holding each other close.

“I… I love you, Y/n.” he whispered, face still nuzzled into the crook of your neck as he pulled out.

“I love you too, my sweet wolf.” you said, running your fingers through his hair, still holding him close. Setting the strap aside, Yamato curled up with you, rolling you over so you could cuddle up with him properly.

“Thank you… for accepting me.” he said, face now nuzzled into your hair.

“I’ll always accept you, devil fruit user, wolf, son of Kaido, none of that matters. I love you more than anything.” you said, holding him as you both started to drift off, “I’ll love you… forever… my sweet wolf.” you muttered before finally falling asleep in his arms.

#one piece #one piece Yamato #op yamato #fem x fem!bodied

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belphies-cuhm-sluht · 3 years

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hello! could i request some h/cs for the brothers? mc is bored out of their mind so they start throwing really cheesy pick-up lines at the demons? for example 'if your heart was a present, i'd like to be sentenced to life'... they're already together but *insert shrug emoji* how would they react? thank you!!

Brothers x GN!Reader Reacting to Cheesy Pickup Lines Headcanons (HINTS OF NSFW)

Lucifer

He could already tell something was up when you walked into his office giggling, skipping right over to his desk and laying your hands flat against it, staring straight at him. “Yes, Darling?” He had already turned his attention back to his work, the sound of your giggling still ringing in his ears as he waited for you to tell him whatever it was that had you in such hysterics. “Is your… is your dad a pirate? Cause you could’ve fooled me with a booty like that!” The way you wheezed at the end of your sentence had him biting his cheek to keep a straight face, but he wouldn’t let his serious demeanor fall, not yet, not with you around.

“No, you know who my father is. Now, if that is all, I’d like to get back to work.”

Once you had finally left his office though, clearly proud of yourself for even being able to get the words out around him, a soft chuckle escaped his lips, shaking his head as he went back to his work. Humans were so strange sometimes.

Mammon

You were walking down the hallway, headed for your room when you caught Mammon just leaving his. You had planned this for a while, loving the way he would get flustered whenever you said something even remotely flirty to him, now was your chance to get him. “Hey, Mammon!” You called out to him, noticing the way his lips pulled up slightly just at hearing you. “Hey! Yer lookin for me, I knew it. What’s up, Y/N?” You took a deep breath, holding back your laughter as you tried to look seductive. “I’m wearing skittles chapstick. Wanna taste the rainbow?” Queue a flustered, and for once speechless Mammon. His eyes darted around the hallway to see if any of his brothers heard before looking back at you.

“O-Oi, Y/N! Ya can’t just say those things to anyone! ...But, I’ll come by your room later to taste the rainbow.”

You were now the one flustered, biting your lip as you walked straight to your room after mumbling out a soft “okay”. You don’t even have Skittles Chapstick on you right now.

Leviathan

He was so invested in his game, his eyes didn’t even leave the screen when he reached his hand into the chip bag, bringing it up to his lips and chewing loudly. You were pretty sure he hadn't even blinked in the last hour. He said he liked having you around when he was gaming, like you were a good luck charm, but you were getting tired of watching the screen, and unlike him, if you stared at something too long your eyes felt like they were burning. So you did what any normal person would do to get another person's attention. “Hey Levi, I think I lost my phone number, can I have yours?” It didn’t work quite the way you wanted it to, considering he is a tech geek, although he did finally pause his game to grab your phone.

“Y/N, your number is in your settings, all you have to do is find it. Plus you already have my number. Did you lose it?”

The pick-up line went straight over his head, and he went straight back to playing his game.

Asmodeus

When you walked into his room you weren’t shocked to find him staring at himself in the mirror, murmuring about how cute he looked. He wasn’t easily flustered, you were bored, and you wanted to see if maybe you could get a soft blush to form on his cheeks. It was kind of like a small game that you were playing with yourself. “See if I can fluster Asmo as much as he flusters me” was the name of the game. “Hey, Asmo, can I ask you a question?” You started it off naturally, watching him as he turned to you, beaming happily when you sat on his bed. “Of course, Y/N! You can ask me anything!” He moves to sit down next to you, grabbing your hand to hold in his own as he looks at you expectantly, waiting for your question. “I seem to have lost my virginity. Can I have yours?” His mouth dropped, and for a second you thought you got him, until he started laughing.

“You’re adorable Y/N! I lost mine too, but maybe we can try to find ours together.”

It definitely didn’t turn out the way you planned it to go, but at least by the end of it you both were flushed, so you still kind of won your game in some way.

Satan

You knew where to find him, holed up in the library where he had been spending most of his time lately. You hadn’t seen him smile in a while, so you thought that maybe you could at least get him to laugh, just a little bit. He didn’t even smile when you walked into the library, his eyes following you as you fell back onto the chair across from him before burying his face back in the book. “Did you come to find a book or are you just going to watch me read mine?” He didn’t sound irritated, although most people would take it rudely, you knew better. You shook your head, preparing yourself mentally before you opened your mouth. “Actually, I was just thinking, it’s a good thing I brought my library card, because I’m checking you out.” He groaned, but you saw the corner of his lips twitch before he looked up from his book again.

“Maybe you should use that library card to check out a book on better pick up lines.”

He rolled his eyes, slowly closing the book and motioning for you to come sit with him though, so you must have done something right.

Beelzebub

The sound of glass jars being shifted around in the fridge led you straight to him. You knew he’d be there, he only even hung out in two places in the house and you had already checked his room. He must have heard you coming, turning around to greet you with a wide smile when you entered the room. You were bored, and you loved hearing him laugh, so you walked straight to him, standing between him and the fridge, smiling smugly up at him. “What’s up, Y/N?” He asked, waiting patiently for you to tell him what was on your mind. It must be important if you risked getting between him and his food. “Just call me milk, cause I’ll do your body good.” You tried to sound seductive when you said it, but you couldn’t contain your own laughter when his own filled your ears.

“That’s a good one. Maybe I’ll have a nice tall glass of you tonight before bed.”

His add on only made it better, and you found yourself scrolling through your phone, calling out cheesy pick up lines to him for the next hour. He thought they were hysterical, keep em’ coming.

Belphegor

You were laying next to him, his sleepy eyes staring adoringly into your own. His blanket was pulled up to his chin, and you could lay like this for hours just looking at each other, you usually did, but tonight you wanted to have a little fun. You wanted to make him laugh. Pillow talk was sweet and all, but you’ve had your fair share of that. It was time for pillow pick up lines. “You look tired, Belphie.” You started it off casually, knowing immediately where you were going with this. He rolled his eyes at you, letting out a small snort. “Very observant, did you just notice?” You pulled the blanket up to cover your giddy smile, talking softly behind the fabric. “Yeah, you must be tired, cause you’ve been running through my mind all day.” You wiggled your eyebrows at him playfully, giggling lightly when he ran his hands over his face.

“Oh, father… that was awful. You’re such an idiot sometimes.”

You knew he didn’t mean it, and even if he did, you were his idiot. At least he didn’t kick you out of the bed.

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Delicious (NSFW edition)

A Mitsuhide Akechi fanfiction taking place at the end of Ch. 13 in the romantic route. Approx. 1700 words of Fluff and Spice! Some spoilers maybe?

First: Mitsuhide and the Maiden

Previous: Tears of Joy

There were three things in this world Mitsuhide enjoyed above all else. One of them was a hot bath, and one of them was teasing his little mouse. To have both in one place at the same time was decadent.

Right this moment, his little one was sinking into the hot water, her expression one of pure pleasure. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, cheeks faintly pink. A sheen of sweat covered her brow from the steam. She looked . . . delicious.

Of course, she chose the moment he licked his lips to open her eyes. “Mitsuhide! You - you’re staring at me!” She crossed her arms over her chest.

“Little one, I’ve seen you naked several times now. Why are you suddenly shy?”

“I - you - I feel like a real mouse about to be eaten up by a very happy cat.”

“Kitsune,” Mitsuhide corrected.

She blinked. “What?”

“About to be eaten by a very happy kitsune.”

She giggled. “Yes, I guess that.”

“You have such a beautiful smile, my love.” He watched her expression shift from laughter to charmed surprise.

“I don’t know what to say when you say things like that.” She touched her face, where the bruise still discolored her skin. “Especially right now.”

Mitsuhide shook his head. “Silly little mouse. As if such a fading mark makes you any less.” He shrugged off his clothes and let them pool at his feet.

Whatever she had been about to say was reduced to a sharp exhale at his sudden nudity. Her eyes went wide as she tried to fix her gaze on a point somewhere above his chest.

“Is there something wrong?”

“N-no! No, of course not! You’re. Just. Naked. All the way. Naked.” She swallowed.

Mitsuhide grinned. “I did plan to bathe with you this time . . .” He *might* have posed himself to best display his . . . attributes. “Should I wait until you finish instead?”

She licked her lips and shook her head. ��I - you - just get in and quit teasing me!”

“What fun would that be, little mouse?” He couldn’t remember the last time he’d smiled so wide his cheeks hurt. Perhaps never. He walked slowly to the edge of the tub, using his dancer’s grace to draw out the movement. It was worth every second to see the stain on her cheeks darken and the desire in her eyes grow.

He stepped into the wooden tub and sank down into the hot water. A little groan of pleasure escaped him as he felt the tension melt from his legs and back. “If there is a heaven, little mouse, this is in it.”

She smiled. “I wish I could introduce you to the baths in my time. And hot showers!”

“Mmm, perhaps one day. Your friend seemed to think these . . . warm-holes? Will come again.”

“Sasuke did say as much. I don’t know how sure he is though. I mean, what if we went to my time and got stuck? Or what if I went but it wouldn’t take you?” She chewed at her lip, anxious over all the possible things that could go wrong on such a trip.

It was too adorable, Mitsuhide thought, and put his arm around her. He pulled her next to him and placed a kiss on her head. “Don’t worry about things that are not problems. We have enough ahead of us.”

His little one laughed softly. “True enough. I’m sure Nobunaga and Hideyoshi will have plenty to say when we get home.”

“Yes, those two for certain. But I don’t want to talk about them tonight. Tonight . . . there is only you, and I.” Mitsuhide ran his hand down her back, glorying in her soft skin, and the way she leaned into his touch.

“Oh? Are we going to talk about us?” She batted her eyelashes at him.

He nodded. “We will. But first-” He settled his hands on her hips and lifted her around to sit in front of him. “Let’s enjoy our bath.” He cupped water in his hands and poured it over her hair, running his fingers through it. “I will start with the top of you, and work all the way to the bottom.”

She looked at him over her shoulder, smiling her little, wicked smile. “The bottom, hm?” And then she wiggled against him.

Mitsuhide couldn’t have held back the groan that burst from his lips, or the sharp intake of breath that followed. He’d been hard when he got into the bath, but now he felt as if he might burst. The sensation of her naked skin rubbing his cock was like fuel to his flame. And she knew it. She was smiling more widely now, fully aware of the effect she had on him.

“Oh . . . little one . . . you will pay for that,” he breathed.

“Looking forward to it,” she replied, spoiling the bravado a bit by swallowing nervously after.

Though it was sheer torment to keep her pressed against him, Mitsuhide held her there as he first rinsed her hair. Then he rubbed her skin with fragrant herbs, gently removing the dust of their travel.

It was hard enough to wash her back, but when he turned her around, she used the moment to wrap her legs around his waist. Positioning herself deliciously atop his erection. He ached to be inside her, and wondered if his little mouse had any idea how much self control it took him not to simply . . .

She was laughing softly. Her eyes were merry and her smile was brilliant.

“Wicked little mouse. If I were any other man -” he growled low in his throat, letting his frustration show.

She leaned forward until her nipples brushed the skin of his chest. “Mitsuhide. I want you. You don’t need to hold back with me.”

And then he was kissing her. It wasn’t what he’d planned. Wasn’t the seduction he’d wanted to perform, but gods . . . she tasted so sweet. And she felt like silk. Her slick, warm fingers stroked his chest, his hip. Curled around his shaft. He thought he would die from the pleasure of it as she slid her hand slowly up, and then down again. His body shuddered against her.

Two could play at that though. If she wanted to bring him to the brink . . . He grabbed her breast in one hand, teasing the nipple with his fingers. His other hand slid down between her legs. He could feel how much she wanted him just by the heat from her.

The sound she made when he stroked her sweet pearl was half-gasp, half moan. He smiled, watching the way she trembled as he slid the pad of his thumb over her cleft again. Not that it helped his own situation. Touching her was torture. Like the sound of dripping water when you were mad with thirst.

She gave a raw cry of pleasure as he slipped his fingers inside of her, clenching tight on him as if she would hold him there. “M-my god . . . M-mitsu . . . hide - I - I -”

He might have said something then, taunted her a little, but she stroked him again, and whatever words he had were lost. He wanted to bury himself in her, to make her cry his name until she was hoarse from it. His fingers slid into her again and again, but it wasn’t enough for either of them.

Gasping, he moved his hands to her hips and pulled her into position atop him.

“Ah-haha,” she gave a panting laugh. “Y-you d-didn’t beg me. Yet.” And then his little mouse - no! His little vixen - rubbed his cock between her legs, pressing him tight enough that he could feel her clench as if to pull him inside. She moaned as his shaft rubbed the hard pebble of her clit.

It was enough to drive him mad. This game she was playing . . . she wanted him to beg. Then for her, he would. “Please.” The word purred from his throat. “Please . . .” Low and hoarse and desperate.

She rose up, and then sank down onto his shaft. Her body shuddered and she let out a piercing cry of pleasure that went higher the deeper he went.

Mitsuhide was a proud man. He would have liked to draw this first time out - to ride her to completion several times before he found his own satisfaction. But the feel of her climaxing against him, the sound of her, the sight of her breasts . . . it was too much. After months of teasing himself with her, and taking no other woman to his bed, he couldn’t hold back.

“I love you,” she gasped, her hips rising and falling as she rode him.

He pulled her down to his lips, kissing her until their tremors subsided. “I love you too, little one,” he said when he could speak again. He felt so relaxed that he didn’t want to move. Not an inch. He liked having her perched on him, impaled. Her naked breasts floating in the hot water, brushing his chest. Her cheeks flushed. Her eyes on him, and only him.

“We waited way too long for this. Just. Mmmmm . . .” She smiled.

Mitsuhide stroked her cheek. “I wanted to wait. I wanted to be sure that . . . that you wanted this. Me.”

She shook her head. “You have no idea how sure I am.”

“I think I might,” he smiled. Then his expression turned serious. “When we get back to Azuchi, I plan to ask Nobunaga for the right to marry you. I will make you my wife. Officially. In name and title . . . if . . . if you are willing.”

“Are you asking me to marry you, Mitsuhide Akechi?” She wiggled her hips, which made him gasp involuntarily.

“I am.”

“Then yes. If you promise me we’ll make love like this every night.”

Mitsuhide kissed the tip of her nose. “I can’t promise you that.”

“What? Why not?”

He grinned. “Because I plan to make love to you in a thousand inventive ways. I plan to tease you until you beg for release. To pleasure you as an art form. One that I will master. This . . . tonight . . . this was only a beginning.”

“Mmmm, I think our beginning isn’t quite over,” she smiled. And she was right. He was ready for her again.

That night he began an intense study of this new art form. After the bath, they moved to the bench, then the desk and the wall, and finally . . .the futon. Spent, they fell asleep in each other’s arms just as the light of morning began to peek through the window. It wasn’t near enough to wake the exhausted lovers.

Next: Hero's Welcome

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen mitsuhide #mitsuhide akechi #otome guys #otome #fanfiction #fanfic #smut and fluff

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bxcketbarnes · 3 years

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Becoming Soft

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Words: 2600+

Author’s Note: Hey, guys! I’m going to be writing for Loki now cause I’m so far up his ass. He’s pretty. Very fucking pretty. I hope you guys enjoy this! Let me know what you think!

"Hey, Y/N! I totally left my uniform at your place when I stopped by the other night. Could you be a doll and bring it to the compound?"

A chuckle leaves your lips as you eye the bodysuit that's draped over the chair in your living room. "Yeah, Nat. I'll be over as soon as I get ready," you tell her with a grin.

"You're a lifesaver, oh my god," she groans and you laugh in response. "When you get here you can just come on up, alright?"

"I know the drill. I'll see you soon, Natasha," you mumble and the two of you bid each other goodbye before hanging up the phone.

Believe it or not, this isn't the first time Natasha has left her suit here. Usually, she comes straight over to your place after a mission to clear her head. It's a nice tradition you have, but sometimes you worry about her mental health.

You quickly slip your night clothes off before sliding on a pair of black jeans with a few holes in them, throwing a silky tank top over your head afterward. You simply do your morning routine before making your way towards the front door.

You toss her suit into your bag, running a hand through your hair to fluff it up while leaving your apartment. It didn't take you long to make it to the Avengers compound, seeing Wanda and Vision sitting on the bench near the front door.

A smile comes to your face at how close the two of them are. You park your car outside of the building before turning your vehicle off. "Hey, Wanda. Vision," you greet the pair and they give you a small wave.

"Nat forget her suit again?" Wanda teases and you let out a snort, nodding your head.

"That she did. I'm starting to feel like a dry cleaner," you like as you walk past the two of them.

You run your fingers over the material of her jumpsuit, not paying attention to where you're going when your body collides with someone else.

A gasp leaves your lips as you stumble a bit, placing your hands on the person's chest as apologies come from your lips while glancing up through your lashes. The God of Mischief stands in front of you with a somber look on his face.

You gulp and slowly remove your hands from his chest. "I'm sorry," you mumble quietly and Loki looks away from you before pushing past you, his shoulder bumping against yours. You watch him walk away as you can feel a twinge of hurt flow through your body. "Excuse me, I apologized. The least you can say is, "that's okay!""

The raven-haired man halts in his tracks before glancing over his shoulder, his green eyes looking down at you. "Maybe you should watch where you're going," he states before continuing to walk away from you.

A scoff leaves your lips and crosses your arms over your chest. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and continue to make your way towards Natasha's room.

"Oh, you're here! Thank god!" She grins while walking towards you.

A laugh leaves your lips and hands her the suit. You gently chew your bottom lip as you decide to ask her what's up with Loki.

"So, is Loki always… gloomy?" You ask out of curiosity and Nat raises an eyebrow in response. "I accidentally ran into him on my way in and he was just-"

"Unpleasant?" She cuts you off and a sigh leaves your lips, nodding your head. "That's just Loki. He's like that to everyone. Don't take it personally."

You hum and glance out her window to see the God of Mischief sitting in the middle of the field. "Can't help but feel intrigued by him," you mutter and keep your eyes on the god.

Natasha watches you and sees the gears turning in your brain, knowing you're thinking of ways to try and get closer to Loki. The blonde doesn't know whether or not it's a good idea, but she knows that she won't be able to stop you.

"You should go talk to him. Maybe he'll warm up to you," Nat tells you and you glance over your shoulder.

"I doubt that."

Natasha shrugs her shoulders as you head towards her bedroom door, contemplating the idea. "Go try. You need to be more social," she teases and you scoff, rolling your eyes playfully.

"Fine. I'll go embarrass myself," you mumble and Natasha laughs as you walk out of her room.

You make your way down to the exit, greeting Steve as you walk by the man. You tangle your fingers together as you grow closer to Loki, feeling yourself becoming more nervous.

You notice him reading a book and you low-key wonder what it is, being a book connoisseur yourself. "Whatcha reading?" You ask him and Loki doesn't even look up at you.

"A book," he bluntly says and you let out a snort, moving to sit beside him.

"Well, no shit Sherlock," you grin amusingly.

Loki doesn't say anything and closes his book. He hmphs before pushing himself up off of the ground and starts to head back.

A frown replaces the grin on your lips and you sigh. "Well, that failed," you tell yourself. Loki hears your defeated sigh and looks back at you to see your slumped figure.

He hums quietly while tapping his fingers against the hard-covered book. Loki clicks his tongue before continuing to walk towards the compound, heading back to his room.

You stare off towards the woods as your fingers pick at the grass. You sit there for a few more minutes before picking yourself up. You dust yourself off and turn back towards the large building when a piece of paper on the ground in front of you.

You furrow your eyebrows and lean down to pick it up. "Sifdotter's, The Glow of Winter," you read aloud and a small smile comes to your lips. "If you want you're more than welcome to come by. I've got plenty of books if you're interested."

Your heart flutters in your chest as you read the handwritten note. You twirl the note between your fingers before placing it into your pocket. Your gaze moves up towards the second floor of the building, seeing Loki standing in front of his window.

The God's hands rest behind his back as he watches you walk towards the front, hearing your thoughts from fifty yards away. A smirk comes to his lips as he hears you think about trying to get closer to him.

"Interesting…"

You rush into the compound, muttering apologies as you almost run into some of the Avengers. Natasha watches you run by her with a small smirk on her lips, seeing you run up the stairs. "Loki!" You call out and the man peeks his head out of the bedroom, a raised eyebrow on his face.

"Yes?" He mumbles and you skid to a stop, almost running into the man.

You pull a book out that you found at the bookshop, a large grin on your lips. "I found this and thought you would like it," you tell him and the man looks down at the book, reading the title before reaching out to grab it.

A blush covers your cheeks as Loki's fingers brush against yours. His green eyes meet yours and your breath hitches in your throat, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "This is sweet," Loki mumbles quietly, a small smile on his lips as he rummages through the novel.

"It just…" you trail off and press your lips together, your cheeks heating up. "When I saw the book I immediately thought of you, so I bought it."

Loki grins at your words and reaches his hand towards your face, stroking your cheek with the back of his fingers. "You're quite adorable, you know," he says and you look away from him.

"I- Thank you," you mumble in response, not used to this kind of affection from Loki.

The raven-haired man eyes you carefully, trying to figure out what move to do next. He's not particularly experienced in the dating world, and he definitely doesn't know how far you're comfortable with.

You clear your throat as Loki's fingers continue to stroke your flushed cheeks, feeling his eyes on you the whole time. "Are you going to let me go?" You ask quietly as you can't bring yourself to look him in the eye.

He makes you nervous, has been ever since you first met him a couple of years ago. You're surprised you let Natasha talk you into trying to be his friend, but you don't regret it.

Loki grins and drops his hand from your face, hearing your thoughts ask a million questions at once. "I don't quite want to but since you asked so nicely," he teases and you scoff playfully as you scratch at your neck.

"Oh my god, Loki. You're killing me," you mumble while walking towards his window. The man chuckles and follows closely, placing the book you gave him into his bed.

Loki steps up behind you, one of his hands gliding up your arms as the God inhales your scent. "I'm not… I'm not used to this feeling, darling. But, you make my heart flutter," he whispers into your ear and your eyes flutter shut as you swallow thickly.

You turn around quickly, Loki's hands resting on your hips. "Do I really? Me?" You whisper and the raven-haired man chuckles before nodding his head.

His green eyes glance down at your lips and your breath hitches in your throat. "Can I kiss you?" Loki asks politely and you nod your head.

Loki brings his hand up to your neck, his fingers grazing along the soft skin before resting against the back of your neck. The two of you lean closer towards each other and you feel his breath fan your face. Your eyes flutter shut as his lips brush against yours, a shudder running down your spine.

You press your lips against him and you feel butterflies roam around your stomach. Loki pulls your body close to his, his arms wrapping around your waist. Cheers can be heard from outside Loki's window, causing the two of you to pull apart.

You glance over your shoulder to see Natasha watching you and your cheeks blush. "Well, maybe we shouldn't have kissed in front of everyone," you mumble quietly and Loki laughs, his hand rubbing your back softly.

"Eh, I don't mind. Now everyone knows you're mine, darling," he hums in response and you bite your lip.

"Well, I should let you get back to whatever you're doing," you tell him and pull away. "You guys have a mission?"

Loki shrugs his shoulders and glances out the window, seeing everyone bring stuff into the quinjet. "I guess so. I'm not around them much, so I'm usually the last one to find out," he mumbles and you frown slightly.

"Are they… are they nice to you?" You ask him and Loki chuckles.

"Yeah, they are now. At first not so much. It's not them, it's just me. I'm used to being alone," he informs you and you nod your head in response. "You're more than welcome to come by when we get back."

You smile softly as you tangle your fingers together. "Yeah, I can come by," you grin, and Loki nods, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Also, I know you're a god and all but please be careful."

The raven-haired man chuckles and strokes your cheek. "I am a God, darling. I'm always careful."

"Y/N!" Natasha calls out while pounding on your door. You jump up from your slumber, looking around with a confused expression on your face. "Y/N, answer the door!"

You scramble out of bed and rush towards your front door. You’re breathing heavily as the anxiety easily fills your body, worried that something might have happened.

A gasp leaves your lips as you open your door to see Natasha dragging Loki's unconscious body. "What happened?!" You ask and usher her into the apartment.

"We were trying to sneak into the building when Loki was found," Nat informs you as the two of you lay him on your sofa. "They banged him up pretty good."

You notice the cuts on his face and gently trail your fingertips along the wounds. "When did he go unconscious?" You ask her, glancing towards the blonde.

"About fifteen minutes ago. On our way back to the compound," she mentions and you furrow your eyebrows, wondering why she brought him here.

"Then why did you bring him here? They have med-bay at the compound?!" You freak out while resting your hand upon Loki's shoulder.

Natasha sighs and runs a hand through her hair. "Before he passed out he told me to bring him to you," she mumbles and you furrow your eyebrows. "I need to get back but if you need me, call me."

You nod your head as the woman leaves your apartment, leaving you and an unconscious Loki alone. You glance towards the clock to see it's almost two in the morning. A sigh leaves your lips as you try to remove his clothes.

Loki's hand suddenly grips yours as you attempt to push his shirt up. A gasp leaves your lips as your eyes widen. A cough leaves the man's lips before letting out a groan.

"Loki?" You quietly call out and his eyes slowly open.

His grip on your wrist loosens and you bring your hand to his face. "Hey, darling," Loki groans while leaning into your touch.

You give him a small smile, still worried about him as he tries to sit up. A few groans leave his lips as Loki manages to sit against the back of the couch. "Are you okay?" You ask and he nods his head. "You told me you'd be careful."

Loki looks up at you and grabs your hand once more, lacing his fingers with yours. "I'm okay, love. It's merely a scratch. Nothing I can't handle. I'm a god, remember?" He jokes with you and you frown, squeezing his hand.

"Doesn't mean I'm not worried about you, Loki. I know we've only been an item for maybe seven hours, but I-"

"I know, darling," Loki cuts you off, giving you a smile. "I've felt it for a while. It was always there. I was just too stubborn to take action."

You chew on your lip and sit beside the man, your hand resting on his leg. "I've never felt this strongly about anyone," you mumble and Loki grins.

"Me neither, love."

You kiss his cheek and can feel his cheeks heat up under your lips. A giggle leaves your lips and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “Do you have any serious injuries?” You ask the man and Loki shakes his head. You let out a breath of relief and mumble to yourself as Loki wraps his arms around you.

“I’m in the midst of healing, love. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“C’mon,” you mumble and pull yourself out of Loki’s grasp, standing up from the couch. “You need some rest, so let’s get some sleep.”

You tug on the man’s arm and a chuckle leaves your lips as you try to pull him off of the couch. Loki smiles and pushes himself up, your fingers intertwining with each other as you lead him towards your bedroom. “We’ve been together for less than twenty-four hours and you’re already bringing me into your room. How naughty,” Loki jokes and you blush, stopping in your tracks before smacking his chest playfully.

"I can make you sleep on the couch," you tell him with a raised eyebrow and Loki puts his hands up in defense.

"I'll gladly sleep with you, darling."

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kpop-dungeon-dark · 3 years

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Heat. (Bestfriend!Sanha x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Non-Con. Both of you are legal in this. Read at your own risk.

Sanha couldn't help it. She was just so pretty. Too pretty. To him. The way her eyebrows furrowed as the girl tried to concentrate on the chemistry equation she was solving under his guidance, chewing on the butt of the pencil and sighing when she couldn't get it right, the adorable little whine releasing from her mouth. His eyes slowly flickered down to her soft looking lips.

He wanted to kiss them. So fucking much. For so many years now.

The lovestruck boy didn't even realise when the lines between fantasy and reality eventually blurred, him leaning in and kissing her soft yet tight, his lips sticking to hers, refusing to go almost. Sanha was so carried away by the heavenly feeling that the loud gasp that escaped Y/n against his lips drowned in the pounding of his heart was that was ringing in his ears.

"... Sanha… Sanha!" It took him a few moments to snap out of it, Y/n pushing at his chest as her body backed away from his much bigger and broader one. "Sanha!" He opened his eyes to see her frowning at him with a disapproving expression. "I- I told you…" Sighing heavily, she uneasily put her books to the side and stood up. "I told you that day when you- you- I don't feel the same way about you."

The boy's jaw clenched as he looked up at her, backing away from where he was leaned in as he softly grasped the bedsheet of his bed. "Why not? And… how are you so sure, even, huh?" She was unable to notice the pretty vivid change in his tone and posture today. The girl didn't know better. "We have been inseparable ever since we can remember, we know each other so well and we get along so well!" Standing up in irritation, he towered over her, eyebrows furrowed and shoulders slowly rising and falling due to the change in his breathing pattern.

"Sanha- Sanha-! I know! I know!" Y/n nodded and agreed, trying to speak over him as he continued to ramble on, trying to convince her in whatever way. "I know! And I am sorry! But you're just- not my type, Sanha! I am sorry!" His heart fluttered in an unpleasant way and stomach twisted at how her eyebrows furrowed in worry.

"Oh, really?" Sanha stopped trying to convince her, burying his hands in the pockets of his pants instead and leaning down at her. "So you have grown up well enough to know your type, huh?" The blush that spread across her face followed by his words made his jaw clench. "My little Y/n is all grown up and wise now, hm? No longer requires my guidance or help deciding what she needs?"

The girl sighed at his taunting tone, oblivious to what was about to come. "We have an amazing friendship, Dana. Don't mess it up, please…" Looking down to avert her gaze from his because for some reason she just couldn't look in his eyes, the girl bit her lip. "You of all people know that I like the guy who lives in the house next to mine."

"Dongmin. Lee fucking Dongmin, huh?" Hatred laced the boy's words as his mind started to imagine the mentioned boy's pretty and kind face all broken and bruised; beaten to a pulp.

By of course no one other than Sanha.

"Don't be like that!" Giggling a little, she pushed at his shoulder playfully and sat back down, pretending to be busy with the books. "Come, help me go over these notes and stop sulking! Besides, yeah. I am old enough to know what I want now, Dana! I can't always rely on you and wait for you to guide me how to do simple daily life things, right?"

"Wrong." It happened so fast Y/n's brain couldn't even decipher it. Sanha pushed the books away and off the bed with such force they went flying away, one of his hands grabbing the girl's throat as he climbed the bed, dragging her shocked body to the middle using the grasp he had on her. "I am and will always be the one to tell you what to do because you're way too pathetic and dumb to know that on your own." A deep chuckle left him as her eyes widened and legs started kicking when the shock subsided, replacing it with panic.

"S- S- SAN- SANH-"

"Aww, not so big now, are we? Tsk tsk." Tears welled up in her eyes when she looked up at him to find a foreign expression on his face. A smirk of betrayal with dark and cold eyes looking her up and down. "Fuck… I've always wondered how these pretty looking privates of you would feel in my hands, babygirl" Sanha didn't have to use much strength keeping her in place as he climbed over the girl's smaller body, instantly groping and feeling her wherever he could, not getting much bothered by the hits and scratches her small hands were giving him.

There was so much Y/n's little hands could do against the giant.

"P- Please… please… no… please stop… You don't have to do this" the girl heaved in exhaustion as she begged Sanha, trembling and crying as she could feel his hands under her hoodie and down her shorts, squeezing and pinching wherever they pleased.

"You're right, I didn't." Pulling the string from her hoodie, the boy dragged them closer to the headboard sickly calm, ears red and erection so hard it poked the girl's thigh even through his boxers and pants. "This is YOUR fault, you hear me? YOU did this to YOURSELF" his voice was soft but rough as he punched the words in her brain, tying her hands to the headboard using the string while knowing it would be enough to easily hold her down.

"Had you cooperated and just obeyed me like little girls such as yourself fucking should instead of trying to do any thinking on your own" shaking his head, Sanha moved back down to her body, pushing the hoodie up until it bunched around her neck, big and warm rough hands tugging off her shorts roughly. "A chance… That was all I asked for."

A sob escaped the girl as the male spread her soft thighs apart, smiling as he admired her pussy lips, probing and spreading them. "Such a pretty cunt." He found himself loving the whimpers and cries escaping her, grazing his thumb up and down her folds, it's tip feeling her tiny and unused entrance, making the girl jump by spitting on it before starting to work it in.

"S- San-"

"Shhhhh~" messily stuffing her shorts that were a bit too short for his liking, the male gave a sensual lick to her soft and red pussy lips, kissing them right after and chuckling at how her thighs trembled from the feeling. "Fuck, Y/n. You've no idea how much I've wanted to tie you up like this and eat you silly before fucking you dumb as you whine and cry in pleasure, begging me for more."

Y/n tried to break free, her wrists starting to burn against the string due to how fragile her skin was. "Mmm… I promise, babygirl. By the time I am done with you, you'll be wrapped around my little finger on your knees for me." Stroking the outside of her thighs, the male shakily breathed out, crotch grinding against the mattress that they had spent their childhood playing with their toys on.

"Hnnnggg… you like it, don't you? Fuck-" Sanha looked up, his face drenched in her natural juices and his own spit, heavily breathing as he searched her face for an expression, eyes dark. "You taste so much better and sweeter than I imagined, babygirl." He went back to admiring it, playing and teasing it with his index finger, other hand continuously caressing her thigh.

It was surreal. After all these years of imagining this over and over in different scenarios and circumstances, it was finally happening. And this. This was better than all that he had fantasized.

So sweet. So soft. So… real.

Sanha could feel his head start to pound from the need and intoxication his own hormones were putting him under, now teasing her asshole with the hand that had previously been on her thigh, just wanting to feel it, feel her. All of her.

That was his. Finally.

"So tight… fuck!" Rubbing her clit with his thumb and circling her navel with his middle finger as his hand was big enough to do so, Sanha fucked her pussy hole open with the hot tip of his tongue, trying to force it in and deeper, circling the rim of muscles with it. "Now tell me, tell Daddy, it feels fucking amazing, doesn't it? Daddy is making you feel soooo good, isn't be?" Pushing one of his middle fingers up her entrance instead, the boy moved up now, removing the shorts from Y/n's mouth causing her to gasp aloud for air.

"S- Sanh- Sanha-" a sharp smack across her cheek locked her throat up again, forcing a cry out of her throat instead.

"It's Daddy" grasping her soft locks, he pulled her hair back to make the girl look at her better and glared down at her. "You must speak to your owner and caregiver with respect, little one." Pressing a wet kiss to her lips, the boy hungrily ran his tongue around them, moaning and sucking at them. "So, tell Daddy now. Tell him how good he's making you feel…" Y/n winced and cried harder, clenching around his rather thick finger on defense.

"P- Please… please… I am s- sorry! Stop! Please! Please, just stop!" His eyebrows furrowed as he pushed another finger in, stretching and stimulating her from the inside, thumb grazing against her clit.

"Are you telling me you don't feel good? This doesn't feel good? Daddy isn't making you feel good?" His voice was alarmingly soft and… deadly. But the innocent girl was too foolish to know that, of course.

"N- No… No… I- I don't! Stop, please! It hurts!" She honestly pouted, tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to struggle weakly, actually expecting him to stop.

"You leave me no choice, then." Pulling his fingers out of her, Sanha didn't pay any attention to the shaky naive little sigh of relief that left her, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants before pulling his cock out and smirking. "If being nice isn't gonna get me anywhere," gripping her throat, he shakily moaned and pumped his cock, pressing the head to her opening. "Then I won't." Giving a powerful thrust in Y/n's pussy which tore due to his girth, the boy crazily grinned.

"I'll simply get my pleasure and lock you up until I need you again. Just how you're meant to be. A pretty doll, all for me."

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shurisneakers · 3 years

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shut in [10]

Summary: When your high profile mission goes terribly wrong, you’re forced to hide in a safehouse with a man you’ve never met before. With seemingly nowhere else to go, you’re forced to work together to figure out who is trying to have you assassinated before it’s too late. (Sam Wilson x Reader, Hitman AU)

Warnings: cursing, anxiety, ptsd, shooting, abuse

Word count: 2.8k

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Previous Part || Shut In Masterlist

The nostalgia was strong.

The last time you and Sam were sitting like this, you were deciding on what to make of the bread supply that was now dwindling. The soup had ran out maybe a day or two ago and you were left with just bread, peanut butter and jelly.

You two had to devise an escape plan. You’d been there long enough and now with Sam making his first public appearance as Mob’s Most Wanted, even if it was for a good cause, there was no doubt that people would be after you.

“What if we go back to Ransone and let the rest sort itself out along the way?”

You made a note of it on the paper but you weren’t very convinced with the idea, not with the realisations you had made along the way.

“Do we know any other hideouts?” you asked instead, tapping the pencil against the paper.

“None that you don’t already know.” He chewed on his lip thoughtfully. “What are your thoughts on caves? Think we can make a bed outta some leaves?”

You wrote down ‘Sam’s cave idea’, just to humour him. Stupid, but more plausible than other options.

“If we make a run for it, what are the chances we’ll survive?”

“With law enforcement, civilians and gang members looking for us, I’d give us about-” you said candidly, “-two months. Three max.”

It wasn’t like you had no experience running from the state, but it was never on this scale.

“We’d have years if it was only law enforcement, but we had to go get the entire fuckin’ mafia involved,” he huffed in annoyance.

An idea occurred to you that made you pause, but you hated it.

“What if we split up?” you suggested halfheartedly. “It’ll take them more time to find the both of us, if they’re looking for us together.”

When he didn’t reply, you looked up at him from the sheet in front of you.

“We’re not splitting up,” he began steadily, just as you knew he would. “The same people who are after you are after me. We need to stick together.”

“I know. I’m not saying we can’t meet again after that, I’m saying that maybe it’ll be easier for us to hide.”

He couldn’t deny that it wasn't the worst idea, but something didn’t sit right with him. He didn’t want to do it.

“Okay, then how do we find each other after that? When? I don’t have your email; fuck that, I don’t even have your number.”

“We’ll schedule it, I guess,” you murmur, trying to work out the logistics. “Whoever gets there late has to buy ice cream. And I’m particular about the flavour I like.”

You tried to lighten up the mood but he wasn’t having it, as much as he appreciated it.

“I don’t care if it’s more difficult,” he said slowly. “But I’d like us to stick together. Not until we’re out of this mess. Then if you want to never see my face again, which you shouldn’t because it’s beautiful, we’ll go our different ways.”

He was adamant about it, and you knew he’d argue and poke holes into the plan until it didn’t make sense anymore. You weren’t going to argue.

“Okay,” you accepted. “We stick together.”

A smile spread across his face which equated to one of triumph. “You got any other ideas?”

“We stay right here and fight off whoever comes.”

It was dumb. This place wasn’t yours, and staying here would be a death wish. That didn’t stop you from saying it since neither of you were holding back on implausible ideas.

“This is our house now,” Sam added with determination, playing along.

“Damn right,” you affirmed, cracking a smile at him.

Bringing your attention back, you stared at the list. There is one option you wanted to explore but you weren’t sure if you could because you didn’t have the resources. But he may.

“You got any friends whose help we could use?” you asked cautiously, unsure of how this would play out.

He continued chewing on his lip for a second like he was analysing all options, before nodding.

“I got a friend. Well, my only friend,” he corrects himself. “His name’s Riley.”

“He got a place we can stay, this Riley?”

“He does. But I don’t want to involve him. He’s-” he paused, trying to find the right words to frame what he’s thinking “-he’s been through a lot.”

“We’ll leave him alone then,” you assured, realising that it must be a touchy topic for him.

Sam didn’t move on, though.

“I’m all ears if you want to talk,” you offered.

He pressed his lips together, giving you a tight smile. He looked like he wanted to say more but was holding back. You reciprocated, hoping it would give him some reassurance, noting how he exhaled softly.

“When I joined the cartel, I didn’t really have anyone to talk to since everyone was much older than I was. Riley was the first friend I made. He was a mouthy li’l one.” Sam smiled wistfully and you found yourself smiling with him. “He talked so much shit and he had the spunk to back it up but he never really got that far because no one wanted to test their luck with him.”

“We spent whatever free time we had together. He didn’t have a family so he and I-” he trailed off but you knew what he was getting at. “Ransone found out. Didn’t like anyone in his stupid squad becoming all buddies because if we turned against him, he knew he’d lose.”

Shared experience. You didn’t have any friends in the organization either; they were always separated from you willingly or by force. You wondered if that’s why you had taken such a liking towards Sam, knowing fully well that it was the first time in years you were able to be friends with someone without having to worry.

“He started pittin’ us against one another. Combat training, preferential treatment, just plain out sabotage. Riley’s the reason my back’s all kinds of fucked up.” He gave a short laugh. “Tried everything he could to make sure we’d stay away or even kill each other if it came to that.”

“But you didn’t.”

“But we didn’t,” he confirmed. “Ransone fuckin’ hated it, so one day, he decided that he’s going to finish it once and for all. Sent us on a fake mission so that we’d be alone together, then told us that only one of us could come back. One of us had to die or else both of us would. Some sick fuckin’ form of entertainment.”

It was exactly something that Ransone would do. Dramatic, vile and utterly despicable, just for his own joy,

Your eyebrows knit together when his eyes glazed over.

“Riley, he- he didn’t even let me have at the gun. Just straight up chose for the both of us that he was going to be the one who died. He was so tired, of everythin’.” The muscles in your jaw tightened at where this was going. “He didn’t do it though. We figured out another way.”

You didn’t realise how tensed you were until you forced yourself to relax.

“Faked his death.” He shrugged. “It was the only way. Let Ransone believe he bled out and that I buried him behind the warehouse he sent us to. Shot him in the leg to make it look convincing. He’s still got a limp.”

“He made a run for it. Found himself a place in New Orleans, changed his identity, basically made turned into a whole new person. Ransone bought it for a while because I’d make it a point to visit the grave, leave some flowers and shit. Told him that if he messed with it that I’d put a bullet in his head and I was angry enough for him to see that I wasn’t kidding. I knew he’d figure it out eventually but I was hoping I’d get rid of him by then.”

“He lived in New Orleans for years. Never had a problem until recently.”

Sam paused for a second, but it gave you the time to pull up an old conversation you had with him.

“He’s the one Ransone threatened you with,” you connected the dots. “He’s the one he found.”

“Said he’d kill him if I didn’t take out Pierce for him,” his words were bitter, confirming what you said. “Sent me a picture of him in front of his house to prove it.”

“Fuckin’ hell,” you breathed, leaning back. Sam’s situation was more dangerous than you initially thought. Having Riley in the picture just made it more difficult to help Sam get out of the organization, especially since he was now leverage material.

“You asked me once what the scariest thing I had done was.” You didn’t get immediately what he was talking about until you remember the questions you had asked to get to know him better. “It was that. Getting him out of this life and trying not to get caught in the process.”

You didn’t know what to say.

“He’s the only family I got left.” The way his voice dropped made him sound so tired. “He’s already on their radar. If they find out I’m staying with him or that he’s helping in any way, they’ll kill him.”

You didn’t say anything, not like you had anything constructive to offer at that moment.

“That got dark real quick,” he remarked, the corners of his lips quirking upward.

Clearly he didn’t have anyone to talk to about this. To explain the entire thing from the beginning must have drained him completely.

“I’m sorry that you had to go through that,” you said quietly.

He paused for a second, looking like he was thinking to himself.

“Me too.”

______

The sky’s beautiful, you decide.

You could stare at the clouds for hours.

Which is what the both of you have been doing.

“If you fucking say it’s anything other than a dog, I’ll push you off the roof myself.”

“It’s clearly a penguin, Samuel.”

“I hate you.”

The cement was cool against your skin even though there was a blanket serving as a mediator between you and it. The sun nipped at your skin and your back was aching from staying in the same place for a prolonged period.

Sam tended to think better when he was outside, unconstrained by harsh white walls and artificial light. So you grabbed a spare blanket, a bottle of water and the ladder to haul the both of you to the roof. It was filthy, as you expected but you managed to tidy a part of it to the best of your ability before laying the blanket down.

“I know why you brought me up here, Y/N,” he piped up.

You just knew that when you needed some space, he often implored you to go outside. You figured the best way to help him was to do the same, not knowing what else you could have to give.

“Just wanted to let you know that I appreciate it,” he added.

Okay good. It helped.

“That’s a tree.” You pointed upwards, avoiding his gaze.

“You get three more seconds to change that answer to a table.”

“That looks nothing like a table. You’re delusional.”

He laughed, not offering a counter argument.

The outside did him good. He was calmer than when you first came here a few hours ago. He didn’t let his spite towards Ransone show very often, especially at this volume. Talking about Riley only reaffirmed how much he despised the man.

“We need to get out of here eventually, you know?” you mused.

You don’t want to. You don’t want to admit that saying it out loud made it worse.

“We do,” he sounded sure and you wondered if he ever felt bad about it too, “but we need a proper plan.”

The clouds shifted. It looked like a kid on a bike; not that you’d ever tell him. He would never agree.

“We need help,” you stated.

“We can’t.” You knew he’d say that.

“You know we do, Sam.”

“There’s no one out there we can trust.”

You liked that he used ‘we’. The only other times you had been referred to as ‘we’ had been for things so sinister, so violent.

His elbow was touching yours lightly. You wanted to move closer, press against him.

“There’s one person who might be able to.”

He turned to look at you questioningly. You did the same.

You waited till he figured it out on his own. His face shifted the minute it clicked in his head.

“No way.” He turned away, almost laughing out of bewilderment.

“It’s our only option.”

“Then we’ll find another one,” he began to sound more insistent, realising you were being serious. It was a crazy idea, you’d give him that, but it’s the only one you had that had a sure shot of working.

“We’ve tried. You’ve tried. There’s only one way,” you knew that getting annoyed wouldn’t get through to him and you also understood his hesitations. “He’ll help.”

“We don’t know that. It’s too fuckin’ dangerous.” He couldn’t afford that; not this late in the game.

“I know it. Lis- Sam. Look at me,” you commanded gently, and he obeyed reluctantly. “I understand that this is absolutely batshit wild, but I promised I’d help you. This is the only way I can think of. But I need you to trust me.”

He looked unsettled.

He didn’t have anything to go on. Only your word and his faith in you. He could say no and he knew you’d spend countless hours pouring over multiple options just to find another way. He could say no and you’d take it in stride and he wouldn’t have to worry about it. It wasn’t about trusting you, it was about not trusting the others.

But he could also say yes and let you take control, trust your instincts. You had never let him down before and he knew you wouldn’t now. He could say yes and help you work on one solid plan that had equal chances of failing as it did being a success, but it was something that you could be sure of.

“I’ll tell you this though, Sam. You always have a choice.”

He felt your fingers trace at his face patiently. He scooted closer, letting your bodies press gently against each other.

“Okay,” he whispered. “I trust you.”

He didn’t know if he made the right choice or not, but the smile that appeared on your face made him think that maybe he did.

God, he was done for.

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“You ready?” you asked him.

“No, but what the hell; let’s do it.”

You let it ring right to the very end.

“Hello.” It seemed gratuitous at this point because you knew the conversation wouldn’t proceed with that.

“Code?”

“1993.”

“Y/N. Hello,” his voice came back loud and clear.

“Hey.” You snuck a glance at Sam. He was completely stiff.

“How are you?”

“I’ve been… good,” you admitted.

“Oh?” he sounded amused. “That’s a change.”

“Yeah.” You shifted on your feet awkwardly. “Listen, I need help.”

“Help with?”

“We need to get out of here. We can’t do it without you. I mean we can, but it’d be better if you lent a hand.”

“When you say ‘we’, you’re referring to…”

“Me.” Sam stepped forward towards the phone. You shifted it so it was between you.

“Oh, hello,” he sounded surprised, and he had good reason to be. “You know about-”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Y/N, you trust him?”

“Yeah,” you looked up at Sam, “I do.”

“Alright. If shit goes wrong, you’re both fucked. I’m not taking any responsibility.”

“We get that,” you sighed. “Can you help or not?”

There was a momentary silence on the other end as he thought.

“Tell me what you had in mind.”

“We got a hit.”

They turned away from their conversation with the person walking beside them at the interruption.

“This better be important.” They gestured to their companion who looked annoyed at being interrupted. He was too dangerous to have on anyone’s bad side but the agent didn’t care. This was crucial.

“Someone saw him. Wilson.” He was breathless from the flight of stairs he had run to come upstairs.

“Where?” They could hardly believe their ears, restraining to contain the excitement that was threatening to rise.

“A town, miles away from Pierce’s place. Said he roamed around looking for a store, bought some food and then left.” His eyes shone. “We think we might know where they are. A rough sketch at least. Couldn’t follow him too far because he kept checking.”

“Finally,” their face gleamed, completely discarding the guest they had and the confusion on his face. “Some good fucking news.”

“Do you want us to put a hit out on them?” The relief the agent felt was almost overwhelming. His partner may have died but it didn’t look like he was going to.

“No,” they said crisply, certainly. “This one’s on me.”

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dianapana · 3 years

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SH Day 9 – Never Have I Ever

@sasuhinamonth

Rated T, Modern AU, OOC

Oof , for this one ideas just wouldn't come to me, so once again I looked through older stories I never finished and found this one which I thought fit to a certain degree. I didn’t really wanna go the normal route of the game itself, so I just interpreted the prompt as a new experience. I hope you enjoy, ~Love, Dia

It wasn’t uncommon for people to randomly sit down at his table, especially if those people were girls. They’d stumble onto the seat and act like it was all an accident, like they didn’t see him and thought the table was empty, or that they tripped and ‘landed’ on the seat. Other times they’d ask if they could sit because there were no free tables anymore, granted this last excuse happened to be true once or twice, but usually, it was just a lie and the two would sit in awkward silence for a few moments staring at each other with a number of empty seats all around.

However, the person sitting across from him was a girl he saw around the diner quite often, urgency written all over her face. Sasuke raised an eyebrow at her, but the situation didn’t faze him at all, thus he continued eating, putting 2 French fries in his mouth and slowly chewing, waiting for her to state her reason and purpose.

“I need you to pretend we’re here together” Sasuke narrowed his eyes at her. “My ex just walked in and I’m not in the mood to deal with him. If I’m here with someone, in this case you, he’ll either leave me alone or he’ll at least leave sooner.” His eyes moved to a guy that was just walking to the counter still obvious to his ex-girlfriend. “Please…” her eyes were begging him to help.

Sasuke sighed and pushed his milkshake her way. “It’d be strange if we were here together and I was the only one that had ordered something” Her pale eyes lit up like Christmas trees.

“Thank you so much. I’m Hinata by the way” She gave him a genuine smile. He nodded her way.

“Sasuke. I’d shake your hand but that would look strange since we’re supposed to be here together.”

For a second, silence fell over their table but Hinata started giggling at what he just said, her laugh could have also been intertwined with nervous laughter for it was a little too loud for Sasuke’s own liking, either way, he couldn’t help but smirk her. Naruto would freak if he saw Sasuke talking to a stranger, a girl no less, and not only that, but he was actually putting in the effort to help her and maintain a conversation. He had never willingly had a conversation with a stranger before.

Sadly Hinata’ sudden laughing fit turned the attention of a white-haired guy, also known in Sasuke’s head as the girl’s ex, to them. The said guy looked their way, moment in which Sasuke noticed the myriad of feelings showing onto his expression, he seemed to go from hopeful to confused to slightly irritated and then settle for putting on a fake smile and strolling their way.

“Hinata, long time no see, how are you?” The ex-boyfriend looked at her and gave Sasuke a not-so-subtle glare. He took in their table before raising an eyebrow and immediately asking another question, essentially cutting Hinata off before she could answer his first question. “Matcha milkshake? I thought you hated those”

“Oh, I used to yea, but I think they changed the receipt here. I tasted one sip from when Sasuke ordered one last time and it was pretty good, so today I wanted to see for myself” She said smoothly and took a big sip of her, well…his milkshake. “And I’ve been pretty good. How about yourself?” She smiled way too sweetly at him.

“Uh…can’t complain” He took another second to examine them again. “Well, I was actually thinking maybe we can get together and have dinner sometime next week?”

“Dude, you don’t ask out a girl when she’s already out with another guy, that’s just fucking messed up” Sasuke said, without actually meaning to his voice got deeper and he glared at the ‘ex-boyfriend’. He didn’t care that he and Hinata weren’t there together for real, it’s a universal rule you don’t ask out a girl if she’s there with a date, that’s just a douchey move.

Hinata was grinning at him from behind her hand, her eyes glittering with amusement. Sasuke had to admit something to himself, the strange girl was pretty, but she was even more beautiful while she smiled.

“Chill dude. I didn’t think this was a date” he said raising his hands as if trying to say he meant no harm. “I mean who the fuck brings a date at this shitty diner” He whispered under his breath, but both Hinata and Sasuke heard him and their moods turned pretty dark. Sasuke’s instinct was the punch the guy’s lights out, another new feeling he hadn’t experienced, at least not because of a girl. He is usually in control of his emotions and rarely loses his cool.

“Sasuke wanted to go have a sweet picnic in the park near my house, which was so thoughtful and sweet, but sadly the weather didn’t agree with him because it started raining. That’s when I remembered how I wanted to taste the milkshake, so I proposed we came here to wait for the rain to stop.” Sasuke had to admit, her lying skills were top-notch, her story had a natural flow to it, she composed a strong and believable narrative with pretty much no holes, her delivery too added to its credibility, fot she spoke with such ease. Hinata reached for his hand that was on the table and squeezed it while spreading her web of lies. Sasuke noticed the ex-boyf rolling his eyes, and a part of him felt utter satisfaction from the jerk’s annoyance.

“Whatever. I gotta bounce anyway. See you around” He turned and started walking out the diner without waiting for a reply. Sasuke snorted when he noticed that the ex didn’t even purchase anything. He was lost in his own world of trash-talking the guy but was got distracted by the petite girl in front of him that whispered not so quietly “I fucking hope not.”

“Well, that was fun.” He smirked at her. “Let me guess, bad break-up?” Hinata sighed and ran both hands over her face.

“The worst. It was a set up and we went on a few dates which were fine I guess, but I just didn’t really want a relationship at the time, or at least not with him. Either way, the break-up itself took like 3 hours cuz he just wouldn’t accept it.” She took another sip of his milkshake and gaged. “Oh god, I forgot how awful this tasted.” She said more to herself, it didn’t take her a full second to turn beet-red.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry this is yours. I d-didn’t mean to drink from it, it just happened. Let me buy you a new one” She got onto her feet but Sasuke grabbed her wrist and forced her to sit back down.

“Don’t worry about it. You barely drank any”

Had he been in his right mind he’d tell the girl to buy him extra fries too for the trouble and then he’d tell her to scramble. But for some reason or another, he didn’t want her to leave just yet. He pulled the glass back to him and drank from it just to prove to her everything was fine.

“I don’t understand how you can drink that. It’s not even sweet” Her nose wrinkled in disgust, Sasuke didn’t throw the world ‘cute’ around easily but she looked adorable.

“I hate sweets. So, this is perfect” Her jaw dropped, she looked like he had just said he hated puppies and his mother. Hinata blinked a few times, closed her mouth and opened it to say something, closed it back again. She looked genuinely confused, like someone that hated sweets wasn’t meant to exist.

“I-I don’t understand. How can you hate sweets? T-They make the world a better place. Don’t tell me that after a shitty day you don’t go home to eat a gallon of ice cream with a dozen of cookies because I will not believe you”

Now it was his turn to gag just thinking about the amount of sugar in the ‘snack’ she described. His reaction repulsed her.

“Oh wow. I’m perplexed. I had no idea people like you existed”

The fact that she said it with straight face made him believe she honestly didn’t think that what he said could be true, which for some reason he found extremely funny.

“Huh, you learn something every day.” She said with a smile, it seemed she had gotten over her confusion and found the whole conversation quite as amusing as he did.

A waitress came over to take Sasuke’s now empty milkshake glass.

“Would you like anything else?”

“Could you please bring me a veggie burger and a blueberry lemonade? And some fries too” She ordered and it relieved him that she did, he hadn’t had a lunch companion besides Naruto in a while.

“I’d also like some fries and another matcha milkshake”

“I’ll be right back,” The older woman said and left right away. When he turned back to the girl before him, she was staring at him with a small smile on her lips so he raised an eyebrow at her.

“I was sure you’d tell me to leave, or tell the waiter you’d like the bill and left yourself.” She put both of her hands on the table and played with her bracelet. “I’ve seen you around the diner. You’re not the…most welcoming face here and I’ve also saw you get up and leave on multiple occasions when someone sat at your table”

Her cheeks were a shade or two darker and she didn’t look at him but rather looked at her fidgeting hands. She was embarrassed for admitting she noticed him way before this encounter, she was nervous that she had crossed a line. What she said was true, he knew he wasn’t the nicest person but he did genuinely enjoy her presence, also he’d been in a number of situations where he would have liked someone to pretend to be there with him so he’d escape an acquaintance or a fangirl. Plus, the very same day Naruto told him he should do an act of ‘kindness’ a day or his karma would turn bad. He didn’t believe in the nonsense his blonde friend talked about, but when she sat down she looked in so much distress even he didn’t have the heart to tell her to leave.

“You’re right, But, you looked frightened, I’m not heartless,” He said in a neutral voice and Hinata blushed even redder. His lips twitched upward. Where did her confidence and acting skills go?

“I-I-I didn’t mean you are heartless…just…umm, uh” she was at a loss of words.

“It’s fine. You didn’t offend me” Hinata looked up at him relived.

“I didn’t? Oh, that’s really good, because I didn’t mean anything rude by what I said” her shoulders relaxed and her blush faded, not completely she was still a bit flushed but not quite as red as before.

“Since you knew there was a chance, I’d leave why did you sit here?”

Her smile softened a little. “Have you ever seen a person and had the urge to talk to them? For them to be your friend? I don’t mean to sound creepy, but every time I saw you here, I always wanted to talk to you, I just never had the courage. I guess the situation gave me the opportunity to do so. And I’m quite glad because, I don’t know about you, but I’m having a pretty good time talking to you” her cheeks flared even redder with each confession, for some reason admitting her thoughts in front of him was embarrassing. “Oh, just so you know, I’ve never done this before. I just had a pretty bad day and didn’t want it to get worse by having to be in his company for long.”

Their talk continued for a while longer until finally, their food arrived. The older waitress placed their orders on the table.

“There you go. Enjoy your food”

“Thank you” Hinata nodded at the waitress with a smile.

“I have one more question.” Sasuke said as Hinata took a sip of her lemonade, but gestured with her hand for him to go on. “What happened? When he was here you were a very smooth talker, but when you thought you offended me you seemed to be drowning in your own words”

Her blush came back and Sasuke decided he quite liked how she looked with it. She played with the tips of her hair, rolling it onto her finger. “W-when I was little, I was extremely shy, I couldn’t even look at strangers, my parents entered me in acting classes in hopes that I’d get over it. It didn’t really go as planned. I’m a lot better now, obviously but I still get anxious easily. Even so the acting classes did help me, when I’m in a crisis I seem to calm down and I’m able to collect my thoughts” She looked a bit over his shoulder in deep thought. “It’s like a defence mechanism but it doesn’t always work. Case in point when I o-offended you, which I’m sorry about again”

“I see…also you didn’t offend me, I told you this before. You only stated your opinion, which was true by the way”

She smiled at him once more and they started eating, it wasn’t complete silence, they made small talk asked about normal things, hobbies, friends, school and all that. Once they were finished and Sasuke asked for the bill since it was getting pretty dark and the rain finally stopped, he noticed her playing with the bracelet again.

“Something wrong?”

“Huh?” she looked up at him confused.

“You were fidgeting your hands like you did before when you were nervous. Is something bothering you?”

Hinata opened her mouth. They had spent about 2 or 3 hours together and he was able to pick up some of her habits already. He did seem like the type of person that paid attention, he was quiet but observing. Without meaning to she associated him with one of those old people from the park that sit on a bench and watch everyone pass by, like they don’t belong to this world, they just witness it, they are watchers that see the smallest details.

He didn’t know what she was thinking about, but her smile was beautifully tragic, she seemed sad, or at least contemplative.

“I was just thinking how much I enjoyed our…lunch? Dinner? And was wondering how awkward it would be to…a-ask for your number m-maybe?”

He also liked when she stuttered a little. “I don’t see why not. I enjoyed myself as well”

If only Naruto saw him give his number to a girl, the blonde would never let this slide, which was also why he’d never tell his blonde best friend about the petite blue-haired girl that made his ordinary day a little bit extraordinary, she proved that sometimes doing things you’ve never done can have a good end result, in this case talking to a stranger and pretending to date led to a pleasant evening and hopefully a friend and maybe more.

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kokororyuu · 3 years

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miles apart [levi ackerman x reader]

synopsis: “you’re going to die,” “i know,” “you’re dying,” “i know, levi, i’m sorry,”

warnings ⚠️: major character death(s), SPOILERS up to season three, slight suggestive themes (its brief!!), brief description of gore

word count: 3.8k

author’s note: no, because,,, this was my first levi fanfic, and i’m immensely proud of it ‼️ if we ignore the “suggestive” part 😩😩 anyway, have fun reading, lovebugs <33

PART TWO: once more

whatever just happened, had happened too fast, and now both you and levi were laying side by side, miles apart from everyone else and the chaos that caused this whole mess in the first place.

you’re both injured bad from the war, and the stench of blood, both humans and titans alike, lays thick in the air. you find yourself nearly suffocating in it as you cough up what seems to be more blood, it’s metallic taste coating your lips and tongue in red.

you can barely feel your arms and legs, and you’re pretty sure they’re either broken or torn off from the fight. you pull your heavy lids open and stare blearily at the night sky, how many hours had passed since you two had been laying here like this?

you turn your head slowly, hearing the multiple cracks your joints made in the effort as your eyes trailed to levi’s face. he’s still in the same position, facing the sky with empty, soulless eyes. you reckon he was pondering something, how long were we gonna stay here? when will someone arrive to help us?

“levi?” you croak out, and he lets out a little rumble of acknowledgement. “are you okay?” what a stupid question... with how levi is, he definitely isn’t, but he was sure to make it seem like he was. he nods to the best of his ability, though he isn’t faring much better than you. gashes that gush with blood cut across his body in what seems to be parallel and equal in length, claws, of some sort, you assume. “good,” you whisper so softly that he almost doesn’t catch the murmured word.

your life seems to be flashing before your eyes quite slowly for the amount of time you’ve spent here bleeding out beside the man.

you recall the first time you caught him off guard.

it was a complete accident. as a member of levi’s squadron, you worked under him as a subordinate and did as he said, after all, he had chosen you to be on his team, and you put as much trust in him as he did in you.

you were bringing him some tea after you had dropped off a huge stack of paperwork in his office. you knew he needed it, after all, it had only been a few days after your most recent expedition and paperwork was a bore if you ever knew one.

a simple teapot and cup of black tea rested on the tray in your hands as you made your way from the kitchen to his office, acknowledging a few cadets that would respectfully greet you before going on their way. when you had finally made it to his door, you knocked gently before waiting for his usual question of your name and reason for entering.

a few seconds, maybe minutes passed, and you were beginning to think he wasn’t even there, but you hadn’t want the tea to go to waste, so you hesitantly pushed the door open with your foot, entering the sparkling clean room with tray in hand.

“captain levi?” you nearly bit your tongue (oluo would have laughed in your face if you did before biting down on his own) and froze with your head peeking inside the room at the sight of the man leaning his head against the back of his chair, his eyes closed and his usual frown wiped off his face.

it had you in a wonder, surprised that even humanity’s strongest (and grouchiest) soldier could have a face as calm as the one on his as he slept. you stepped as quietly as you could toward his desk, setting the tea down with care before you nearly jumped out of your skin when a hand wrapped around your wrist.

your eyes traveled up the scarred and rough hand, up the toned arm, and looked straight into narrowed grey eyes. “what are you doing here?”

“got you tea, captain,” your nerves were calm now, and you spoke with a grin, “thought you would need it with all the paperwork commander tosses at you,”

levi’s hand lingered on your wrist a little longer before he pulled away and carried the steaming cup to his lips in his strange cup hold that you’ve tried to mimic yet still can’t get right. he drank a little, his face ever so stoic. “tastes like shit, brat,” he said, though he made no move to drop the cup back into the tray and continued to sip away at the red orange liquid.

“thought you’d say that,” you turned to leave after saluting him, your hand wrapping around the doorknob before a mischievous impulse lit in you once more, “you know, captain,” he didn’t even glance up from the papers on his desk. “you look cute when you’re sleeping,” his gaze snapped up at that, and he was about to chew you out for making the comment, but to his dismay, you were already gone, having gotten the amusing response from him that you wanted.

there were many times after that where you’d make a little comment here and there, only to get an icy glare and a click of the tongue from levi, which wasn’t a problem to you at all, if anything, you found it the best part. the way he’d scowl at you and turn away, only to let you get away with it the very next day. it was like a little game the two of you would play, and you were winning if eye rolls, embarrassed blushes hidden behind callused hands, and, “tch,”’s counted as prizes.

you would’ve never thought he’d bite back, especially this far into the game.

“captain levi~!” you drew out his name with a little hop in your step. he didn’t stop walking, if anything, his pace sped up as he tried to leave you in the hallway. “captain!” you groaned childishly and ran after him. he turned the corner and into his office, leaving the door ajar. you grinned, it seemed he knew well enough you wouldn’t stop for a closed door. you opened it as soon as your hand touched the cool wood, and sang out, “levi~” you saw him standing by his desk and looking down at the papers that littered it. “i’ve got another joke for you—”

“—if you keep this up, i might actually get angry,” you halted in your tracks and clamped your mouth shut, angry? oh no, you weren’t trying to make him angry, only annoy him if anything. you knew, everyone knew to not get on levi’s bad side, and after seeing the man kick the titan shifter boy from the 104th cadets merciless, it’d be terribly stupid of you to try and anger him.

he dragged his fingertips across the tabletop and looked up through hooded eyes, “might even punish you,” you were stuck in a stupor at his words and how they obviously had implications for something else.

“but i guess you’d like that, hm? i wouldn’t want give you that satisfaction,” he seemed pleased with the way your cheeks flamed up and your jaw stayed dropped in shock. after he grabbed whatever he needed from his desk, he walked by you with a sly quirk of his lips, dragging a hand up to close your agape mouth. “close the door after you leave,” he called out before he disappeared out the door and down the hall.

from there on, your relationship had changed drastically. this game now had two players, and that new addition was the original target of the game himself. the teasing and playful jokes continued on for days, weeks, and you were having so much fun that you barely realized how much some people were noticing, including a certain bespectacled one.

“hey, hange!” you plopped next to them as you watched them fiddle with a little gadget. “what’s this?” you eyed curiously as hange laughed.

“my new creation! i’m trying to make something erwin asked for to help with his arm. you nodded, understanding immediately. the commander had lost his arm when the scouts went to save eren from a kidnapping. there was a few moments of silence before hange asked, “so… you and levi?”

you opened your mouth to retort but they beat you to it, “don’t deny it! even eren can tell, and he’s as dense as a rock!” you cowered from their accusing finger before huffing out a sigh.

“you know it doesn’t work like that, hange,” the mood dampened with your honest but hurtful words. you were right, it didn’t. with a world of titans and destruction, war like this, there would never be a second of peace, of life, of freedom. you could be alive and happy one day and then die and suddenly gone forever the next. and with levi being an ackerman, he was bound to survive longer than you, you just didn’t want to cause him more unnecessary pain.

hange hummed under their breath, “you’re right, but if it were me, i’d rather die knowing i had the chance and took it, than die letting it slip between my fingers,” they continued to tinker with the gadget as you pondered quietly on their words. they were right, but so were you, and now it was just up to the risk both sides were willing to take. what would happen if you ever confessed these buried feelings of yours to your terribly stoic captain?

in the end, you never said anything, at all. the two of you stayed at this sort of flirting and joking around type state. it was comfortable, you concluded, though you had to be honest, there were a few close calls where you felt you blushed too much, said too much, or gasped a little too loud when his touch lingered on you for too long.

you hadn’t said a word about your feelings for the man, and neither did he.

levi didn’t know when his heart had decided to let you in.

it was probably after erwin had passed away on a roof of a building with a gaping hole in his side that colored his cape and the white bandages around his abdomen red.

he brought his body back for a proper burial, but even then, levi couldn’t cry, nor let a single tear slip down his cheek. for a few weeks, even if he seemed put together, there was a heavy feeling that resided in his chest. no matter if he tried to sleep it away or drown himself in paperwork, it never left him.

it had been a rough night. there were complications with the imports from a faraway town in sina, and while hange was busy with things as the newly appointed commander, levi had to deal with the papers that came with the conflict.

he didn’t know how long he had been sitting before the fireplace in the mess hall, scratching away at the parchment under the warmth of the flickering fire that casted a warm orange hue around the room.

he clicked his tongue as another wave of aches hit his head before rubbing at his temples. erwin would’ve been better at handling this shit… his brow furrowed at his thoughts, you know better than that, there’s no bringing him back, you made the choice, levi.

levi didn’t regret his choice, but he had guessed the heavy presence of death had just stuck with him a little tighter this time around. it was fine, it would pass, at least, that was what he told himself.

during his turmoil, you had entered the mess hall as quietly as you could, “captain levi?” he looked up from the papers and pulled his hand away from his face with a quirked brow. “i brought you tea,” you spoke softly as to not agitate him any further. “i hope it tastes better than last time, i practiced,” you sent him a lopsided smile that you hoped would ease his frown, but instead, it brought the opposite.

the lines on his face became deeper as he scowled, “i don’t have time right now,” and the grumble of your name right after sounded harsh on both yours and even his ears. it was now your turn to pout. you definitely weren’t trying to mess around with him right now, not with all the stress and the recent death of one of his closest friends.

you sat there across from him at the table in silence for a few moments as he penned the paper. what could make him feel better? you thought quietly to yourself, your eyes raking over levi in search of something, any indicator to help him. a sudden idea popped in your head as you stood, making your way to stand behind him as you watched his eyes never leave the documents. “what are you doing?”

you reached over and plucked the pen from his hand, placing it down on the table and ignoring his glare, “just relax, levi, i’m gonna try and sort out these tense ass muscles of yours,” as soon as the words popped out of your mouth, your hands began to press into his shoulders, eliciting a little sound of surprise from levi. he almost immediately tensed back up at the foreign feeling but relaxed to the best of his abilities after a few pointed words from you.

“i’m not just here to get you tea, you know?” you worked out a knot in his neck, watching as his head lolled to the side to give you more room to work. “i had the same training as you, and i know how to handle paperwork, you could always ask if you need the help,” he hummed at your offer, and you only chuckled before getting back to his tense muscles.

levi let himself relax, more so than he probably ever had. your hands made their way up the base of his neck, and he let out a little sigh. he didn’t think this would feel this good, and he was considering what he could do to pay you back before realizing. what was the need to? you were doing the work of a subordinate for a superior, there was no need for him to treat you to anything.

but there was something that made levi realize that it wasn’t true, no matter how much every fiber in his body wanted to reject the idea. you were different, in your own weird way, and he couldn’t place his finger on it yet, but he decided he’d find out along the way.

“alright, you can work with me starting tomorrow, meet me here after dinner. if you’re late, i’m not letting you help again,” you smiled victoriously and pat his shoulders to signify you were done massaging them.

“alright then! see you tomorrow, captain,” you saluted him and shuffled out of the mess hall to leave him to his work.

the man held back a chuckle, sipping on the now lukewarm tea by his side. he had to admit, you were getting better at brewing his favorite drink.

levi’s heart felt a little lighter that night.

the two of you were almost impossibly closer after that. early mornings were spent with hange at important meetings and gatherings, most of the days were spent listening to hange rant about titans and ridiculous (but hilarious) and sometimes even useful plans, and late nights would be spent on paperwork and idle chatter by the warm fireplace in the mess hall.

the two of you would talk about nothing and everything, sometimes levi letting you talk his ear off as he added comments here and there or choosing to bask in each other’s silence as the flames beside you two crackled.

there were nights you fell asleep at the table, only to wake up in the middle of the night with a blanket that looked suspiciously like the one levi refused to share with you the night before around your shoulders that smelled of fresh laundry and lemons.

levi remembered all these little moments, including the time he had to yank a paper from under your arm to save it from your impending drool, or the multiple times he draped his cotton blanket over you and pulled it around your shoulders, his hands hesitating to pick off the dust that had resided on your cheek before gently brushing it off you and holding his breath when you’d twitch or move from his touch.

he still couldn’t really understand how it happened really, but spending time with you made him realize how much he liked the way you smiled at him no matter how annoyed he was with you, and the way you talked to him like he wasn’t humanity’s strongest soldier.

he felt normal, and strangely free.

and for some reason, he felt that if you ever disappeared from his sight, he’d lose this light feeling in his chest that outshined the bitter emotions he was always burdened with.

he didn’t want to lose you.

levi huffs, trying to control his unsteady breathing. there’s a feeling of discomfort that settles in his chest, and he’s not sure if it’s from just the cuts and bruises he obtained from the crash. you’re treating him like he’s fragile, like glass, and he hates it, sure, he’s broken, even he knows that, but he hates it.

humanity’s strongest soldier… he scoffs internally at himself, well, he feels pretty pathetic at the moment. he then outwardly scowls, gripping onto the pants of his torn uniform.

“you’re going to die,” he doesn’t mean for his words to sound so sharp, and he’s sure that his tone hurts you more than the gashes that litter your torso.

“i know,” he’s right, it hurts, and they seem to cut deeper than your wounds, as if someone struck your heart with a knife and twisted the blade.

his voice nearly breaks when he says this, but he stays... strong, “you’re dying,”

“i know, levi. i’m sorry,”

you know this man has been through so much, too much. he lost too many, has seen too much, he’s been through so many tragedies, and you still haven’t seen him cry, not once, and not now as you lay beside him, shivering and keeping your eyes open enough to watch him glare up at the night sky.

one last attempt, you think to yourself. you need to get his attention before it’s too late, before you fade away and disappear, but you can already feel your conscious slipping through your fingertips and your eyes drooping.

“levi…” your voice sounds pained when he stays turnt away from you and looks up at the moon, “i’m proud of you,” levi’s heart squeezes and so does his eyes, he doesn’t want to hear your soft voice right now, nor look at your mangled body, or hear the shouts of soldiers swinging around on their odm gear or the battle cries as they slice into titans’ napes.

you bite back a cry at his act of ignorance to your pleas for him to just look at you, and fall silent as your energy drains along with the blood that comes from you and him and soak into the earth. you meant those words, you mean what you said, and you beg him with your eyes focused on his high cheekbones to just spare you a glance while his stay glued to the twinkling stars.

it becomes so quiet, that levi begins to think you’ve already kicked the bucket with how he can barely hear your breathing.

he’s already preparing himself to do what he usually does, steel himself against the terrible emotions of survivor’s guilt and sorrow. every time he feels the twinge of depression and desperation creep up and wrap itself around his heart, he escapes to his mind, the logical part of him. the part that keeps him miles apart from everything, distance, safety.

he does it so much that you know, and you can tell he’s doing it right now with how tense his brow is and how the nails of the hand which lays between you digs into his palm. he’s closing himself off again, even after all these years you’ve spent together as comrades, partners in crimes, and what you hope was as friends.

you try to distract yourself some more, with anything really, the way his hair, though covered in blood seems to flow seamlessly to the sides of his head, revealing his undercut, and his eyes that stare silently into the endless blue sky, or the familiar smell of citrus and fresh laundry that you get from him even with the layers of smoke that are wafting from the ongoing battle burning your lungs or the smell of blood still seeping out from the both of you.

you want to hold onto the lingering hope that he’ll turn to you and at least say one last goodbye, or say those unspoken feelings he’s always hidden behind cool grey eyes, but he doesn’t say a word.

time is running out, and you need to say this, say this before you leave him like everyone else. levi’s fingers twitch when he hears you take in a sudden breath, your voice coming out quiet, weak, frail.

“the moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” levi’s eyes open, and his head snaps toward you, and he regrets it, so bad. he manages to catch the exact moment the light, the life, fades from your very eyes he always thought were so gorgeous.

he’s lost his light.

you’re gone.

levi feels this terrible grip on his heart that makes him lose his breath and his head pound worse than it already is, and he chokes on the blood that gushes from his lips. his hand reaches out to you weakly, his arms, losing their strength, and he barely has the energy to keep his eyes open.

he almost can’t bring himself to do it, but he leans forward to press a shaky and hesitant kiss on the top of your head that he hopes conveys all the unsaid confessions he could’ve showered you with before your passing. his lips are warm, while your body turns pale and blue, and he finds it ironic how someone as kind and bright as you now seems dull in comparison to him.

as unshed tears pool at the corners of his eyes, your lifeless ones bore into his for the last time before he pushes them close with a touch of his hands over your eyes.

his heart, it hurts so bad, more than it ever has, and no matter how much he tries to push down the lump in his throat or the burning of his eyes and heart, it persists. he slowly falls back into his previous position, your corpse beside him losing its warmth and his steel grey eyes facing the moon once more.

the fuzzy lines around the full moon start to blur as he blinks a few times, the hues of white mixing with the blue of the sky, “it is…”

and finally, he lets himself cry.

explanations

“the moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?”

this is a more poetic way to say “i love you” in japanese :D

“it is...”

this is essentially “i love you too” in reply to “the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

#attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #aot #levi aot #aot imagines #snk fanfiction #snk levi #snk #shingeki no kyoujin levi #shingeki no kyoujin fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin #angst #attack on titan #major character death #angst with a sad ending #angst with fluff #fluff

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solarwonux · 3 years

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10. “I still remember the way you taste.”

31. “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

villain!wonwoo x superhero!f!reader

w.c: 2.6k (it was mistake okay I got carried away we should know this by now)

warnings: fluff, talks of death, ghosts, torture if you squint, graveyards, digging up graves (don’t do that yall), angst a little, it’s hinted that the reader can communicate with ghosts. (if you’re uncomfortable with any of these themes this one is not for you)

note: I CAN EXPLAIN OKAY I KNOW YOU WANTED JOKER WONWOO BUT LIKE IT STARTED OFF THAT WAY AND THEN I GOT SOFT. Enjoy let know your thoughts please, they mean so much to me.

Also i will answer asks at some point, school is just keeping me super busy, BUT IM NOT IGNORING THEM THEY MAKE ME SMILE EVERY TIME I SEE THEM.

masterlist || drabble game

Wonwoo wiped the sweat off of his brow with the back of his hand, panting slightly as he stared down at the empty grave. “Remind me again why we’re doing this?” Vernon asked, digging his shovel into the ground with the heel of his boot. He rested his forearm against the handle looking at Wonwoo through his sweaty bangs.

“There is no reason, I was just bored.” Wonwoo shrugged, his cheeks were dusted with dirt and his white dress shirt was anything but white. The truth was he had a reason, he needed a way to meet you halfway and causing chaos was the only way to get you out of that shiny tower in the middle of the city where all the heroes resided. But his reasoning would never be voiced out loud, especially not to Vernon and so he lied like it was second nature to him.

Wonwoo missed you, He missed getting under your skin with his snarky remarks and idiotic plans to take over the world. Or at least the city. The world was his end goal, but in order to do that he needed to succeed at taking over the city first and so far he had failed. Mainly, do to you and your teammates interrupting his plans. Though along the way something unexpected happened. He had undoubtedly fallen truly, madly, deeply in love with you. It had annoyed him at first, his mind was constantly enveloped with thoughts of you. Interrupting everything he spent years working on.

It took him months to come to terms with his unwanted feelings and if he hadn’t snuck into the masked ball held every year at the tower; he probably wouldn’t have. But the second he saw you come down the grand staircase of the ballroom wearing a dress so blue, it put the night sky to shame; he kissed you before he could stop himself. Despite the mask he was wearing you had spotted him in the crowd and led him down an empty hallway when his urges got the best of him causing him to sin. When he pulled away he was shocked just as you were, but he was definitely floored when you had cut his apology short and kissed him again.

“So you decided to dig up an empty grave for fun?” Vernon pushed his dirt stained hand through his hand, leaving behind little specks of dirt in its wake. “How did you even know this grave would be empty?”

“It’s mine...well used to be mine. Obviously I’m not dead.” Wonwoo’s nonchalant tone sent shivers up Vernon’s back. Once again he found himself wondering why the hell he always found himself going along with Wonwoo’s schemes. He knew there was a reason. Wonwoo never did anything without calculating all his moves beforehand, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the true reason, more so if he was going to find out soon anyway. His suspicions were confirmed when he caught sight of you. He should’ve known that this was just another one of Wonwoo’s ways to get to you.

Vernon didn’t understand your relationship with Wonwoo, scientifically it didn’t make sense. In simple terms Wonwoo was hated by everyone and you on the other hand were not. But the two of you had snuck around for years up until the accident five months ago. Ever since then Wonwoo’s spirits were low and he was going mad. If he wasn’t holed up in his tiny room at the apartment he was bent over a desk mumbling to himself, trying to come up with ways in which he could see you again. All of Wonwoo’s attempts before this one had failed and to say he wasn’t surprised to see you sit down, legs hanging over the edge of the grave while looking down at Wonwoo lovingly, he would be lying. Though, he supposed it had to do with the fact that Wonwoo’s grave was dug up.

“You guys having fun there?” Wonwoo jumped. He rapidly smoothed down his shirt, leaving behind streaks of dirt, and fixed his hair before turning around. A smug smile adorning his features. Vernon shook his head and rolled his eyes. Sometimes he missed the days in which Wonwoo wasn’t in love.

“Princess what brings you here?” He winked. His clammy hands grew more wet as he leaned against the shovel, before it failed underneath his weight causing him to trip. Seeing you again was like a breath of fresh air, the pictures he kept of you and looked at every night did you no justice. For you shined brighter than the stars in the night sky and it always made Wonwoo’s heart skip a beat.

“Cut the shit Wonwoo, I know you’ve been turning this city upside down at least once a week to get under my skin.”

“Well, what was I supposed to do? You haven’t been answering my calls, texts or emails.” Wonwoo threw his hands up in disbelief and you rolled your eyes at his ignorance.

“Apologize, that’s all you had to do and you wouldn’t be here digging your own grave...literally.” You huffed crossing your arms in front of you, ripping your eyes away from his. Suddenly the memory of the accident came lingering back. You knew, given his nature, Wonwoo was calculated. He used his powers to affiliate pain on his victims without moving a muscle to get what he wanted. Though, he had never used it on you, until that night.

He had been blinded by rage and pain and you had never seen him use so much power in your years of knowing him. It scared you and when you had tried to coax him out of whatever state he was in. He did the one thing he promised he would never do.

He used his abilities on you.

Wonwoo sighed before hosting himself out of the hole and taking the empty seat next you. “I wanted to do it in person, but you never showed up.” He looked down at his hands playing with his fingers, twirling the ring on his pinky. His body was consumed with guilt as your screams of agony replayed in his head. Just like they did every night. He had never once felt anything but satisfaction and bliss whenever he used his powers on someone. In fact he loved the way his victims begged him to stop, that was until you were on the receiving end of his torture.

“You know where I live. It’s a big shiny tower in the center of town. Pretty hard to miss honestly.” The airy playfulness of your voice made his stomach swirl. He truly missed you and not just on nights when the two of you gently explored each other's bodies, but just in general.

“I know but you know how much I hate the others, especially Joshua. He always has to stick his nose into matters that don’t concern him.” He huffed, flicking a tiny spec of dirt off of his trousers. “And I was scared.” He confessed lowly, shocking Vernon who had now taken it upon himself to sit on the soil filled ground to watch the spectacle in front of him. Wonwoo never admitted his fears and though Vernon sometimes could feel them radiating off him. It was different hearing it come from his friend's mouth.

“Of Joshua? Dude’s only got super strength and-”

“No of you. I was scared to see you suffer and to turn me away. I was scared that if I did show up putting aside indifference for your friends just to hear you say that you didn’t love me anymore.” Wonwoo let out a deep sigh at the ending of his words. He dropped his shoulders feeling the weight being lifted off them. He felt your body shake next to him and it confused him greatly, even more so when it was followed by your laugh. Though he loved it and missed it greatly. He couldn’t deny the anger he felt towards you as you laughed at his vulnerability.

Slowly, he felt his heart close up again and brought himself up to his feet faster than he could blink. His feet moved faster than the doubt racing through his veins and your laughter came to a stop.

He now remembered why he swore to never love again all those years ago.

“Wonwoo, wait come back.” You hurried to your feet, smoothing down the creases on your leggings. Vernon copied your movements. He could sense the fear coming from your body, and it overwhelmed his senses. Behind his soft eyes he quietly told you to hurry before Wonwoo did something he wasn’t supposed to. Even though Wonwoo always did without planning ahead of time, there were a few instances where he didn’t care and acted carelessly. And he found himself fearing more for your heart rather than his friend's safety.

You sighed tugging on the sleeves of your sweatshirt before turning around and ran after the only man you had ever loved. You passed many tombstones, silently paying your respects until you stopped in the middle of a small clearing, home to one familiar tombstone and Wonwoo. His hands in his pocket, eyebrows furrowed and his teeth chewing down on his teeth.

“After she died, I promised her I wouldn’t love anyone again.” He whispered, “but then you came along and ruined it.” He turned his head, his eyes glossy with wanted tears. “Do you know how much I beat myself up every day for what I did to her. For what I did to you. I hate myself for it, I hate that I can inflict pain on everyone else but myself because I’m not one that should be suffering, not everyone else.”

By now he had finally let his tears go. They raced down his cheeks rapidly and it shattered your heart.

“It hurts me that you think that way about yourself. She didn’t die because of you, you tried to save her and-”

“I was too late.” Wonwoo snorted and rolled his eyes. He stared intently at the tombstone in front of him, reading his little sister’s name over and over again, letting it burn feverishly inside his mind. He missed her dearly and sometimes he wondered why you never told him anything about the conversations you would have with her whenever she visited you. But you had told him that it was a family secret between the two of you and he never questioned you again because you had used the word family and it made him feel all giddy inside.

“Let me talk Wonwoo.” You said closing the gap between you and Wonwoo. You grabbed his face in your hands and wiped away his tears with the pad of your thumb. He had always been there to comfort you on your lowest days. His sweet words and warmth grounded you back onto the Earth, but you had never gotten the opportunity to do the same to him. He always kept himself closed off and reserved. It had taken almost a year into your secret, not so secret relationship for him to tell you about his sister’s unfortunate death and a few more months after that for him to say that he loved you. Despite all those small passing moments of vulnerability he had never once cried in front of you.

“I love you and you’re stupid for thinking that I would love you any less because of what happ-”

“I hurt you though,” Wonwoo cut you off, earning a ground shattering glare from you that sent shivers up his spine. “Sorry you can continue.” He whispered.

“Thank you.” You smirked and wrapped your arms around his neck, making him freeze. You were the strangest person he had ever had the pleasure in knowing because normal people would never be as comfortable as you were in his presence. “I know the kind of person you are Wonwoo, through this cold exterior there is the most loving and sensible person I have ever known. I mean, baby, you spent a whole day sulking because you forgot to water your plant.”

“You gave me that plant for my birthday, therefore he’s our child.”

“This is exactly my point, you have the biggest of anyone I have ever known. Unfortunately, you have been dealt a bad hand in life and I really don’t understand your obsession with taking over the world. But you’re not a monster.”

“I hurt people though, sometimes for fun.” He whispered against your skin. In the midst of your speech he had given in and circled his arms around your waist before burying his face into the crook of your neck. Leaving the two of you in an awkward and uncomfortable position.

“And who are those people?”

“Bad people.”

“Exactly baby, they’re the scum of the Earth and you have helped stop them.”

“Okay, but that doesn’t make me a hero. I’m just doing what you guys can’t do. On top of that Joshua’s super strength is useless, he only gets praised because he’s hot.” Wonwoo finished and raised his head, smirking. He sent you a playful wink, tears long forgotten, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Mingyu takes forever to get ready, but that’s besides the point. You’re not a monster so stop treating yourself like one.”

“Does that mean you forgive me?” He pouted batting his eyelashes at you.

“Yes you big idiot.”

“Then...why haven’t you kissed me yet?” He puckered his lips and made kissing noises, making you laugh. “Hey I’m waiting and you know I’m impatient.” He spoke through pouted lips as he leaned in closer, his lips hovered over yours teasingly until you finally caved and kissed him. He sighed happily against your mouth and deepened the kiss. He had spent five months without the feeling of your touch and it scared him that he would forget how it felt. Yet, now as he kissed you with everything in him he realized he hadn’t and it overjoyed him to the point in which he accidentally let out a moan; making you pull away quickly and eyeing him down.

“Control yourself, your sister, her friends and Vernon are here.” You scolded making him pout.

“I’m sorry, i just...I still remember the way you taste, and I got excited.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Before he could plant his lips on yours again he was met with your hand pushing him away. He whined as you tore his arms away from your waist, his body growing cold. “Nooo, one more kiss.” He reached out making grabby hands at you like a child. Instead of giving into what he wanted you turned and started walking away, “Wait, where are you going?” He stumbled against his own feet before following you.

“Home.” You looked over at him and stuffed your hands into the front pocket of your hoodie. “You have a grave to cover up with Vernon.”

“But I haven’t seen you in five months, just give me five more minutes please.”

“Wonwoo you just didn’t look hard enough baby.” You said giving him a knowing smirk before leaning over, giving him a chaste kiss on his cheek. He felt his eyes grow in realization as everything started to click in his head. If what you had hinted was the truth and you had shown up to every single sight he had caused trouble in, then he had to give it to you. You were a lot more clever than you led on. “Don’t think about it too hard, I’ll leave my window open for you.” You smiled widely giving his cheek a pat and disappeared through the trees.

“You live on the twenty fourth floor.” He yelled after you, his hands falling down at his side in defeat. He heard someone snort next to him and suddenly he remembered that Vernon was there silently observing everything, just like always did.

“Figure it out baby, you always do.”

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creepypastaxmales · 3 years

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Hidden (Ticci Toby/Reader)

Warnings: NSFW

Words: 2,757

You felt anxiety fill you as you trekked through the woods, the sound of fauna crunching underneath your shoes just put you more on edge. You chewed on your already chapped lips, wondering why you were even out here in the first place.

"Come on, you scared, princess?" You flushed at the memory, that had pissed you off. You were no princess, not even a prince, yet you found yourself accepting the challenge. You were sure he was nuts, he hadn't spoken to you in a few weeks then he suddenly turns up and asks you to go to the area where everyone disappears?

Not to mention ditching you the moment you turned your back, you could see the sun beginning to set in the distance. A cold feeling filled your body, you rubbed your hands up your arms to try and sooth yourself however it hadn’t helped much.

You wanted to call out his name yet you feared he wouldn’t be the only one to hear you, there were countless stories piling up about people disappearing in here, hell some where even snatched right out of their bed. You shivered at the thought, screw him if he wanted to die out here he had that right but you wouldn’t.

The idea of some psychopath standing over you with a knife was enough to turn you sheet white and get your heart pumping. You turned tail and started walking back the way you came, at least you thought you were. Somehow it all looked different, you shook your head. That was impossible it was just your mind freaking out at the different angle.

You froze, the blood running through your veins suddenly felt ice cold. You looked around, doing a complete 360 on yourself yet spotting no one. You took a few breaths, it must’ve been your imagination. You continued on the way you thought would get you out of the creepy forest.

The feeling of impending doom slowly filled you, despite your best efforts to shake it off it felt like someone was watching you. Pretty closely too. You hugged yourself, hoping to bring some comfort to yourself.

You stopped upon hearing another set of steps, it sounded like they were right behind you. You quickly spun around only to see no one in sight. Your breathing was coming out ragged, anxiety squeezing at your heart. “I swear to fucking god. This isn’t fucking funny, Mark.” You shouted out your friends name, feeling your anxiety turn into anger.

Turning back around you stomped off, wishing more than anything you had told the arrogant asshole to fuck off. You wished you were at home, sat on the couch surrounded by junk food and playing some games. The thought of getting back and curling up with a controller kept your speed up.

Too lost in your thoughts to hear the footsteps running up behind you until the owner had slammed into you, immediately pinning you down to the forest floor. You let out a cry, the impact took your breath away. You felt twigs and rocks scrape against your exposed flesh, hands more than likely cut up.

You struggled under whoever was on top of you, unfortunately they seemed to have a height and weight advantage. More like they felt pretty strong, he held you down with one hand between your shoulder blades. His legs caging your hips in, you felt like the canary the cat had just finally caught.

“At least let me see who kills me.” You growled out, you wanted to see who it was so you could get some revenge in the afterlife, if there was one. A deep chuckle was heard above you. “Fi-ne, I’d prefer se-seeing the fear take over-er your face.” He seemed to stutter every now and then, you jumped feeling his hand tighten on your back and push you down. His hips suddenly jolting forward and grinding harshly against your ass, he also produced a loud noise that sounded like a twig snapping in half.

You couldn’t stop the gasp that left you, your face flushed and he flipped you onto your back. You looked up to see the wildest chestnut brown hair you had ever seen, he pulled his goggles back. They revealed the coldest brown eyes you’d ever seen, it was like they were completely devoid of light. He had deep purple bags under his eyes, almost as if he hadn’t slept in months. But that was impossible, he must barley sleep.

His skin was almost translucent, the moon that now had started raising above the skyline reflecting almost off his skin. You found yourself shaking underneath him, you didn’t really want to die. He tugged his mask down, his lips were tugged slightly downwards. You could see a slight stubble graving his chin from the angle you were at.

Your eyes ran down from his face to his body, he was covered by a khaki green jumper with striped arms and a blue hood. You noticed two blood stained hatchets at his hips, you gulped feeling your Adams apple bob.

His legs were covered by ripped up bloody grey jeans, threading sticking everywhere out of holes that almost looked like knife slashes. The only word that came to your mind after taking in the guy was that he was definitely a killer.

A sudden crack and his head being thrown to the side had you wide eye’d and staring at him. He smirked at you. “I have toure-ettes.” You just nodded then gulped, remembering the hatchets and blood. “Please, don’t kill me.” You couldn’t help the shaky way the words poured out, your heart felt like it was about to explode any moment.

He titled his head, his dead eyes appeared to take you in for a moment. You suddenly felt shyness fill you, turning your head away and attempting to curl in on yourself with little to no luck.

You curiously took another glance at his face only to catch his eyes, his face covered by a smirk. “How muh-much is your life wor-rth? What ar-re you wil-willing to do?” Despite the stuttering his smirk was still full of confidence, even something in his eye’s seemed to have changed.

You bit your lip, tugging on a peace of ragged skin. “Anything.” You spoke, if he wanted money you would give him every last penny you had. “How ab-bout you let me fuck y-you?” Your face flushed red, Toby letting out a chuckle, seemingly pleased with your reaction.

You looked at his eyes, not managing to hold the contact for long before your pupils quickly darted away. He wasn’t bad looking, rather he was pretty cute. “Okay.” He grinned, quickly leaning down to press his lips to yours. His lips were pretty chapped, you would even say extremely bitten.

You began moving against his lips, trying to follow his lead. Being gay wasn’t exactly new to you, but human contact sure was. He pulled away, his hands grabbing you up and pulling you into his chest. You flushed, he stood almost a head taller than you.

He pressed your lips back together, hands coming to land on your hips while yours grasped desperately to his jumper, hoping to ground yourself a little. His hands suddenly pulled away from you before returning and leaving a sting behind. The sound of a sudden smack had your lips opening, letting out a whine at the burn, giving Toby the opportunity to stick his tongue in your mouth, quickly exploring around.

You didn’t bother fighting him, instead submitting yourself to him by relaxing against him. He suddenly broke away. “I kne-ew you’d li-ike it.” His grin was almost wolfish. You felt heat build up in your abdomen, it felt like there were small pangs going off in your stomach.

Every time Toby’s fingers began to dip under your shirt and apply pressure to your hips your stomach would leap. Despite it being night and being outside you felt extremely warm, Toby’s body heat drew you in. He was unnaturally warm.

You couldn’t help but let out a moan every so often, it seemed like you had been kissing forever before he pulled back. Your mouth dropped a little to allow you to huff and pant, your hand coming to wipe the drool off your chin before Toby’s hand knocked it away.

Your eyebrows furrowed in question as you looked up at him, your hair a mess and cheeks covered in pink. Toby bit his lip, he never had a victim he had wanted to fuck before. He had the occasionally hook up with some random from a nightclub whenever Masky would drag him out, but he had never really found those people that attractive.

The sight currently in front of him had him harder then he had ever been in his life, his thoughts filling up with ways to take you, make you his. He felt almost feral, a part of him wanting to lock you away and keep you all to himself.

He ignored those thoughts, hands sliding up along with the smaller boys shirt and jumper until the boys chest was exposed. Toby grinned, licking his lips before attaching them to one of your nipples. You tried to jolt back but Toby’s hands stopped you, they wrapped around your biceps and he used his thumbs to keep your shirt and hoodie up.

You couldn’t stop the little gasps and moans that poured from your lips, jumping every time Toby would pull back only to swirl his tongue around the sensitive bud. After a few moments it began to feel like too much, letting out a small cry of overstimulation.

Toby laughed against your chest, keeping latched on for another few seconds before switching. You jumped and let out a gasp as the wind blew against your nipple, your eyes widening. You shook in Toby’s grasp while he gave the other nipple the same treatment, you nearly cried when he pulled away, the wind blowing against your already overstimulated nipples was almost too much.

He caught you off guard by pushing his fingers into your mouth, you let out a questioning moan around his fingers. You could feel the pads of his fingers rub gently against the back of your tongue, triggering your gag reflex. You would jolt and make a choking noise every time his fingers went too far down the back of your throat.

You tried your best to stay still and let him do whatever it was he was planning. His fingers suddenly left your lips, Toby took a second to take in the expression you wore. It was easy to see what he was doing to you, the drool that had dribbled down your chin while Toby had been finger fucking your mouth was definitely a pretty sight.

You’d look even prettier with Toby’s come all over that pretty face. Toby didn’t bother concealing the dark look that crossed his features. The boy had probably already seen his little friends blood covering him, he had no reason to hide anything now.

Toby’s hands ran back down (Names) hips, instead of stopping their they kept going until they disappeared under the band of (Names) jeans and underwear. Toby let out a groan, taking two handfuls of ass and squeezing which caused you to let out a small gasp, getting pushed closer against the taller boys chest.

You let out a squeak, the feeling of your shirt rubbing against your nipples was almost sore. Toby let out an airy sounding laugh, it chilled you. For some reason you felt as if you weren’t going to die, but you weren’t going to be seeing anyone anytime soon.

You couldn’t find it in you to care once you felt his finger start to rub circles around your hole, you dove further into his chest letting out wreaked sounding moans.

No one had ever touched you there before, it felt nothing like when you had tried it. Back then it had just felt awkward and you had wound up giving up. What had changed now? You turned to face the brunet, looking into those almost manic eyes that seemed to be completely different from the cold, closed off ones you had witnessed earlier.

Was it because this man could kill you? You bit your lip, the thought did excite you. The idea that he could easily snap your neck or something while balls deep in you had you letting out another moan, Toby took it as a signal that he could burry his finger into your hole.

Your face scrunched up and you let out a yelp, slight pain and discomfort filled you. He began circling his finger inside you, your body tensed as a foreign feeling began filling you. You wanted more, groaning you pushed back onto his digit.

Toby complied, almost too easily sliding in a second digit. Due to your saliva the fingers had little problem plunging into you, beginning to pick up speed. “A-ah!” You gasped out, seeing white as Toby’s finger grazed something deep inside of you. “Bi-ingo.” His voice seemed to deepen, his fingers speeding up and attacking your spot.

You threw your head back, back arching and stomach pressing flat against Toby’s. You suddenly didn’t mind, if he wanted you he could have you. If he took you back with him you didn’t think you’d put up a fight, not if he gave you this feeling.

It felt like something was beginning to build inside of your stomach, the familiar feeling of needing to come filled you. Yet you knew this was going to be the best one you had ever had, your hand not comparing in the slightest to what Toby was doing to your body.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, mouth dropping open in a silent moan. Toby suddenly pulled his fingers out of you causing you to whine at the loss of contact. “Can-n’t get enou-ough huh?” He turned you around and pressed his cock between your cheeks, using his hands to spread your cheeks, the tip of his cock gliding over your hole.

The feeling of his tip catching against you had you moaning, you tried to grind your hips back but Toby’s hands prevented your movement. His finger’s were going to leave bruises, you couldn’t find it in you to care.

“God, please. I need more.” You begged, trying to push him inside. Toby grinned before tightening his grip on you, stopping you moving. You let out a broken sob, before getting cut off with the feeling of Toby’s cock stretching you. You threw your head back against his shoulder, your eyes drooping.

His cock was bigger than you had expected, it seemed to stuff you full. You swore you felt him hit your stomach once he was fully buried into you. All you could do was finish the moan that you had started.

You found your body relaxing back against him, his arms coming up to wrap around you. Holding you close to him, you gripped onto his arms for leverage as he started an almost brutal pace. The feeling of his cock almost disappearing out of you only to slam back deep into you was mind blowing.

You felt like you could go crazy from the feeling of him filling you up alone, never mind the feelings that swarmed you once his lips attached to your neck. He sucked big dark bruises into your flesh, he wanted everyone to see them.

His cock brushed against your g-spot and you shouted, probably alerting everyone in a ten mile radius but you couldn’t care. Toby easily manoeuvred you how he wanted, you felt like a ragdoll in his arms. Your brain couldn’t keep up, your thoughts melted away and all you could do was call out Toby’s name and moan.

You could feel yourself getting close, it felt like a tsunami was approaching and all you could do was hang limp against Toby. “I-I’m gonna.” You cut yourself off with a loud moan, your loading shooting out. You fell back, boneless against Toby, thankful for his strength because you didn’t think you could stand.

The feeling of you tightening around Toby’s cock had him coming deep inside of you, you let out a weak groan at the feeling of his come coating your insides. “Mine.” He muttered, his words serious and laced with possessiveness. You nodded against him, feeling your eyelids start to close.

#ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #ticci toby x male!reader #creepypasta x male!reader

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Butterflies

Chapter 1. I Missed You

If the party roaring through the common room disappeared abruptly around him, James probably would not have noticed, for from the moment the commentator announced Gryffindor’s victory over Slytherin in what was their last match of the year, his attention was elsewhere.

Scouring the stands from above, watching her leave for the castle with her friends and the rest of the excited crowd, he’d hurried through the post match huddle and congratulations with this team back down on the pitch, and as he walked back up to the castle with them at what felt like an excruciatingly slow pace, his mind was with Lily.

Perhaps it was the war that raged on outside the safety of the familiar stone walls, or that their seventh and final year was coming to an end but the etching anxiety that grew steadily in his chest was a recent development in how he felt when he was away from her too long.

After many a slap on the back, lots of hair ruffling and match commentary from his housemates he made his way through the common room, finding Sirius, who was in usual form, in the thick of the celebrations “There he is!” he exclaimed, clapping James’s back “What a bloody match! Should’ve seen their faces, smug bastards they usually are, absolutely priceless.” a few of their housemates whooped in agreement. Sirius took a swig from the bottle that was hanging loosely from his fingers and let out a bark of laughter at the sight of James distractedly looking around the common room.

Grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and steering him around he said “She’s over there mate”. Grinning sheepishly, James elbowed his best friend away.

She had her back to him, leaning over the edge of a table at the far end of the common room, laughing and conversing with her friends. She’d just thrown her head back in laughter when he wrapped his arms around her, winking at her friends as he greeted them “Ladies”.

Still laughing Lily leaned back into him, ran a hand over his forearm on her waist and weaved her fingers through his.

Her friend Mary answered between tipsy giggles “Potter! Great match, really…we were just wagering-” *hiccup* “-how long it’d be before you'd come and steal our Lily-" with feigned concern, she continued "-you’ve been apart over an hour, are you feeling okay?”

Dragging Lily away, James mocked “You lot are worse than Sirius Black”.

Waving at her friends, Lily turned around in his arms to wrap hers around his neck. He lowered his head, burying it in the crook of her neck, the anxiety settling “I missed you” he told her.

“I really have to agree with Mary, are you okay? She asked laughing “you’ve not even asked me how many of your goals I saw yet, what have you done with my boyfriend?” James laughed, leaning back he lifted her off her feet for a moment before resuming his position buried in her hair “Reckon it’s the Lily Evans effect” he grinned into her shoulder.

“I reckon you’re right” she said, grinning back “I missed you too”.

Lifting his head to look down at her, he rested his forehead against hers. 'Boyfriend' he thought...apparently, the measure of time they’d already been together hadn't changed how incredulous he was, that Lily felt for him now, the way he’d felt about her for so long.

Noticing the depth of his thoughts, as she so often did, she smiled knowingly before kissing him, intending for it to be short and sweet; but James was having none of it. As she’d begun to pull away he leaned right back into her, tightening his grip around her waist and neither of them seemed to much care about the stark contrast between the party happening around them and the slow and lingering kiss happening between them.

Only when Sirius wolf-whistled loudly at them did they break apart, laughing and a little breathless.

”Let’s get out of here?” He quietly suggested; after Lily weaved her hand through his in agreement, he lead them toward the portrait hole, tousling Sirius’ hair roughly as they passed him.

“That’s a good boy Padfoot” winked Lily, both boys laughed appreciatively at the inside joke.

“Always with the quick wit Evans!” He yelled behind them.

No sooner had they stepped through the portrait hole had James slung an arm around her shoulder “Right, where’s the closest broom cupboard?” he asked.

“Now you sound more like yourself” she laughed, elbowing him in the ribs “git”.

They wandered aimlessly through corridors, laughing and joking, stumbling down stairs and running up others until they breathlessly plunked down on the stone ledge of a window sill in a deserted corridor.

Backs to the window, propped up on their elbows with their legs stretched out into the corridor, Lily pulled a flask out from under her sweater “Bottoms up Potter" she said, before gulping down half it’s contents and handing it to him

James raised his eyebrows and laughed in comic disbelief.

Acknowledging his expression she winked lazily, grinning “I reckon it’s the James Potter effect”.

“I reckon you’re right” he grinned back, finishing off the rest of what was in the flask, whatever it was, it was strong- “Fucking hell” he spluttered “I think Sirius is trying to poison us”.

“Probably” laughed Lily “Did we not learn from-" she was now quaking with laughter "-What did he call them? Questionable biscuits? I don’t think I’ve ever seen Remus talk so much…or you so little” she nudged him, James chuckled at the memory and pinching her nose he added “or you so uncharacteristically mischievous”.

“Ah, the James Potter effect, remember” she said, very matter of fact.

“Ah, yes” he agreed, turning to facing her again, he balanced now on only one elbow “and I must say, it does suit you”. Running his free hand through hers, and leant down to briefly kiss the crook of her neck before resting his head there, sending butterflies fluttering through her stomach.

After a few seconds of staring off over James’ shoulder at nothing in particular, Lily thought aloud “To think…in only a few months we won’t be here for the better part of a year ever again…no more breakfast in the great hall, no more quidditch, no more accidentally-on-purpose hanging 'round corridors after rounds, trying for the life of us to dodge filch and peeves-“

“No more midnight dormitory rendezvous” James interjected.

“I think we’ll be fine in that department love, it might be an improvement actually-“

“-No more silencing charms” they said in unison and broke into a fit of laughter.

It was Lily who spoke again when they’d composed themselves “no more Slytherin Gryffindor rivalry”.

“That is life long ” James said pointedly.

She rolled her eyes but considered it for a moment…“Yes, I suppose it’ll take on a whole new meaning once we’ve left…” trailing off, her brow furrowed.

She found she was often caught between excitement at the prospect of life beyond Hogwarts, purpose driven by joining the Order; they, along with Sirius, Remus and (an albeit reluctant) Peter had quite literally thrown themselves at the opportunity when they’d heard. Lily, after-all, had more cause to fight than some...On the other hand there was the unsettling apprehension of the unknown, of what awaited and what the fight would look like.

At some point in her internal monologue, James had lifted his head to look at her. He watched the faint crease that appeared between her brows deepen as she stared at their entwined hands, not really seeing them for she was obviously deep in thought. The way her long hair fell like a curtain over her perfect face, the way she chewed the inside of her lip. All her little nuances he'd come to know and love, and he was up the wall, insanely in love with her. All of her.

Untangling his fingers from hers, he smoothed her brow gently and ran his hand down her cheek until his thumb sat just underneath her jaw, fingers coming to rest at the nape of her neck.

“Yes-" he told her "-but for now we’re just a pair of madly, sickly in love eighteen year olds who hang 'round empty corridors past curfew and rendezvous at midnight” that infectious grin making its way back onto his face.

Smiling again, she turned to face him, leaning on only one elbow now too. Weaving her free hand through the back of the one at her neck, she turned it away from her skin and lightly kissed the inside of his wrist. The heat from the drink still pooled in her chest, his wrist felt cool against her lips.

If butterflies fluttered through Lily, they absolutely erupted through James. The feel of her lips against his wrist pushed him to a level of intoxication far beyond what the contents of the flask already had.

Oblivious to what this had done to him she stood abruptly, tugging at his arm so as to join her “Come on” she said.

“What? Where are we going?” he asked, a little dumbstruck, but Lily was already pulling him down the corridor.

“Anywhere-" She said "-Outside! Wherever - who knows how many more times we’ll get to do this” practically running at this point.

In step now, they ran and stumbled hand in hand down the marble staircase and through the entrance hall. When Lily clamorously pushed open the massive doors at the entrance to the castle, James laughed “Lil! You’re going to have Filch-“

“Oh bugger him! What’s he going to do have us expelled with only two months of the year left?” She yelled as she let go of his hand and ran out onto the grounds, James let out a bark of laughter and made to follow her again “I reckon we’ve had a bad influence on you!” he told her.

They were half way to the quidditch pitch, her laughter echoed out into the balmy spring evening, long hair bouncing wildly behind her. Almost as if in slow motion, still running, she turned around and grinned at him, her grin etched into every feature of her face setting her brilliant eyes alight and for a minute, James was stone cold sober, his breath catching in his chest.

In two strides he was right behind her, grabbing her hand he pulled her back towards him so that she spun 'round and crashed into his chest. Winded and breathless they looked at each other for a moment, and then they were kissing. A mess of arms around waists and necks, fingers tangled through hair, bodies as close as they physically could be, chests pressing against each other as if they could possibly get any closer than they already were.

When James’ hand found the hem of her sweater and slid underneath to gently run his palm across the small of her back, her goosebumps ensued and she pulled her lips from his, still close enough that there noses were touching, breathless and barley in a whisper, he told her “I love you”.

Closing her eyes to steady her breathing for a moment, Lily grinned against his lips and whispered back “How quickly do you think we can make it back up to your dormitory?”

The same grin swept across his face and he kissed her once more, quickly; without answering he grabbed her hand pulling her after him, running back up to the castle together, bright eyed, faces flushed, their laughter echoing through the grounds.

Read Chapter 2. Magnets, on Ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33331396/chapters/83146177#workskin

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girlgrouptrash101 · 3 years

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MinYul (IZ*ONE) - He’ll Never Be You

Request: naur i just got some minyul feeels and had to get this out of my system yike

Word Count: 4,058

Warnings: there is none all is safe my friends

A/N: anything randomly in bold is their thoughts cuz,, idk minyul be having inner monologue moments ig

“It was so romantic, Yul! He held my hand and gave me his jacket! I swear I think I might be in love with him!” Minju squealed, kicking her legs up from where she lay on Yuri’s bed. The younger girl sat beside her, deep in thought. What was the difference between her and Hwang Hyunjin? She always held Minju’s hand and gave Minju her jacket when she was cold. Why was it such a special thing when he did it? Yuri huffed.

“Yuri, you good?” Minju asked, turning her head to look at her best friend.

“Yeah, I’m fine dumbo. Just sick of hearing you sound like a lovesick puppy, that’s all.” Yuri joked, resorting to teasing in order to mask the pain in her chest; jealousy and sadness mixing together to leave harsh thoughts in the younger girl’s mind.

“Don’t worry Yul, no need to be jealous. I’m sure someone will ask you out soon.”

Yuri sighed. She sure was jealous, but it certainly wasn’t because she didn’t have anyone like Minju did. It was because Minju had someone that wasn’t her.

“Cheer up buttercup. Wanna watch a movie?” Minju asked cheerily, unable to detect any of the inner turmoil currently spiralling in Yuri’s mind. The older didn’t even wait for Yuri to reply, grabbing the younger girl’s laptop and opening netflix. Yuri could only sit and watch as Minju picked a cheesy rom-com before snuggling into Yuri’s side. An action that had happened thousands of times before was now making Yuri stiffen like a statue, afraid Minju would hear the thumping of her heart as she nestled into her neck.

‘Friendship gets a lot harder when feelings are involved’, Yuri thinks to herself.

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

Drop.

Yuri’s eyes flitted over to the kitchen sink, taking a breath as the splashes of water could be heard falling from the spout, the only other noise in the room apart from the steady breathing and occasional page turn from the girl in front of her. She tried her best to let the water distract her, tried to get her mind to focus on anything other than her best friend in front of her.

But they just wouldn’t.

They just couldn’t.

Unfortunately for Yuri, some part of her just couldn’t bear to keep her eyes off Minju for more than a minute. Maybe it was the way her dark locks framed her face as she focused on her homework; maybe it was the way she chewed her lip in concentration; or maybe it was just everything about her that drove Yuri crazy. The younger girl sighed softly as her eyes raked over her friend once more, her unfinished homework a mere memory of the past as her mind became overwhelmed with the same thing it a;ways did these days - Kim Minju.

“You’re going to burn a hole through me soon if you don’t stop staring, Yul.”

Yuri jumped as her best friend finally broke the comfortable silence that had settled between the two of them. She cleared her throat abruptly, muttering out a small apology before looking back down at her half-written essay in an attempt to hide her now flushed cheeks behind her hair.

“I’m kidding, you dummy. What’s up? Are you stuck on your work or something?” Minju asked, leaning over the table to poke her friend on top of her head.

“U- Um no, I’m okay Min, don’t worry-”

“Yul it’s okay! Let me help.” The older girl said, moving around the kitchen table to sit right next to Yuri. The younger girl’s breath hitched at Minju’s closeness, doing her best to keep composed as Minju read over her page, leaning into her side to get a better look.

“Yuri, this is really good! I don’t understand what’s wrong.” Minju said, turning to look at her friend who was looking everywhere but back at her. Minju sighed before leaning onto the table, propping her head up on her hand as she tried to catch Yuri’s eye.

“Jo Yuri.”

“Uh, yeah?”

“What’s up with you lately? You’re not acting like the Yul I know, and it’s weirding me out. Is there anything you wanna talk about?” She said, her voice a bit softer now as she brushed a strand of hair behind Yuri’s ear. The smaller girl finally looked up at her, a sad look in her eye as she tried to speak to Minju, but the words just wouldn’t come.

Minju was right, and Yuri couldn’t deny it. She had stopped teasing the girl, stopped the skinship, just stopped being cuddly old Yuri around Minju. Yuri could tell that the older girl hated these changes and knew something was up, but she just couldn’t tell her. She would never be able to tell her that lately, her every thought, her every worry, her every concern.. It was all about Minju. While she had always loved Minju since they’d become best friends in primary school, it was a different kind of love these days.

Those brown eyes she used to look in were now galaxies that pulled Yuri in and the younger girl never wanted to look away.

Her vanilla scent that had always seemed just too sweet to Yuri was now a flavour she wanted to drown herself in.

The lips she used to smear ice cream on playfully to annoy the younger girl were now ones she wanted to kiss, over and over, and over again.

But, the fear.

The fear of losing years of friendship, memories, laughter, love… Yuri was way too afraid to say anything for fear she’d lose everything. Though it was hard being around the girl you love every day without being able to have her the way she really wanted, Yuri still kept quiet. She kept quiet around the only girl she was truly ever able to be her loud, bashful self around, and it was so obvious to the both of them that the balance in their friendship was majorly askew.

'Fear is truly a powerful thing when it wants to be', Yuri thinks to herself as she repeats the same excuse she’s given to Minju for the last few weeks.

“I can’t talk to you about this one, Min. But I’m alright, I promise.”

Minju nodded softly, a disheartened look on her face. Yuri's heart clenched in pain to see those eyes tinged with sadness, especially knowing it was because of her, but she just couldn't tell her. Not now, not when there was so much at stake.

The older girl sighed out once again, feeling dejected as she moved back to her own seat. Her mind was racing at a mile a minute, wondering what could be bothering Yuri so bad that she couldn't even tell Minju anything about it. The two had never kept secrets from one another before, so it truly hurt Minju to be iced out this way.

The girls worked in a now deeply uncomfortable silence, both of them stuck between an atmosphere of wanting to talk but also wanting to run away from the issue completely. It was clear to anyone that Yuri was the one who wanted to do most of the running.

Once the sun began to set, Yuri used an excuse of her mom calling her home, quickly packing her bag and darting out of the older girl's kitchen. This left Minju alone with her thoughts, which quickly began to spiral.

‘This isn't my Yul, something is seriously wrong here.

She's been iffy for a while now, but today was something more.

There had never been a second of awkwardness between us before, ever, but today...

It was almost hard to breathe, sitting in that horrible silence.

She can't tell me, but why?

The only reason Yuri would keep something from me is if it was about me...?

Is it about me?

Did I hurt Yul?

God. What did I do to make her so uneasy around me...?’

Minju shut her eyes tight in an attempt to block out her inner monologue, her head falling into her palms as she sat at the kitchen table. Yuri was her rock, her partner in crime, her... whatever! Yuri was someone she couldn't live without. The girl she relied so heavily upon was building a wall between them, one she had to break down before the last brick could be placed.

Minju could never last a day without Yuri, her Yul, by her side.

While Minju wallowed in her sorrows at home, Yuri fared no better. She said a quick hello to her parents, blurting out some excuse as to why she was skipping dinner and making a beeline for her room.

The young girl threw herself into her bed, letting her covers swallow her up, just as her emotions had been doing to her lately. She closed her eyes and desperately searched for sleep, but it never came.

Just as it had been for every night for the last few months, the same thing ran through her mind.

‘Minju,

Minju,

Minju.’

While she thought keeping her feelings to herself would keep their friendship afloat, it seemed that things were going downhill whether she spoke to Minju about it or not. Just why did these things have to be so complicated?

'Stupid Minju for being so stupidly irressistible', she thought.

Yuri huffed. Just why did Kim Minju think she could have so much power over her thoughts and emotions anyway? Stupid frog. Stupid Minju and her stupid charming smile, her stupid kissable lips, the stupid way she held Yuri's hand as they walked, the stupid way she cuddled closer to Yuri during sleepovers because she wasn't fond of the dark.

‘Stupid. It's all stupid’, Yuri thinks.

After going through a few more mental battles of anger and sadness, she finally found the sleep she had been chasing. So with one loud yawn and a flutter of her eyes closed, Yuri fell into dream land with only one thought remaining in her mind.

‘God, I'm so fucking in love.’

The next day went by, and both girls were left in radio silence. Minju felt the younger needed space, and Yuri didn't know what she was doing at all.

She spent her time mindlessly scrolling through Instagram on her bed, trying to keep her thoughts away from Minju. However, it truly was just her luck when the girl in question popped up on her feed. It was a picture posted by Hwang Hyunjin, and it was a selfie with Minju. She was pressed into his side, a wide smile on her face as he held her close to him. Yuri let her eyes drift down to the caption, her breath hitching as she saw the simple heart emoji on her screen. Her heart dwindled even further when she saw Minju's response; a matching heart emoji.

It was nothing out of the ordinary for the two, no sudden confession of love, but to Yuri, it just shattered her already torn heart once again.

A tear rolled down Yuri's cheek.

A bitter laugh fell from her lips as she pictured herself. 'Jo Yuri, crying over a fucking emoji?' What had become of her?.

She told herself that over and over again, but she knew it was more. It wasn't just an emoji, it was the fact that Hyunjin had a chance with Minju that Yuri could never even dream of having.

Hyunjin was just Minju's type. Tall, athletic, handsome - everything Yuri just about wasn't. She scoffed, cursing the boy in her head, wishing she hadn't seen it. Wishing these overbearing feelings would go away. Wishing Minju was by her side, holding her close and keeping her safe.

But wishing does nothing but remind people of what they don't have.

The weekend dragged by for both girls.

Minju spent most of it with Hyunjin, cuddling up and watching movies for hours on end. However, as happy as she thought she should be, it just didn’t feel that way for her. Hyunjin was lovely, he truly was, and he cared for her, he really did. But for Minju, it just didn’t feel right.

He just wasn’t Yuri.

He didn’t make her feel warm inside like Yuri did. He didn’t make her laugh by making fun of all the characters in the movies they watched like Yuri did. But Minju said nothing. Falling for anyone is scary, but falling deep for your best friend is even scarier. She never felt like Yuri would ever love her back so she did her best to move on and find comfort in others.

Hyunjin wasn’t Yuri. But if she couldn’t be with Yuri, then he was enough.

Just as it had for Minju, time also ticked despairingly slowly for Yuri who had spent the weekend without Minju for the first time in years.

By the time Monday rolled around, Yuri could barely drag herself out of bed for school. She haphazardly threw on her uniform while mentally preparing a plan for the day that would allow her to avoid Minju. She decided that if she can't be with her, she would have to distance herself. The pain of loving someone so close to you was more suffocating than anything Yuri had ever experienced before, she just couldn't take it.

However, Yuri's plan immediately went awry when she opened her front door and saw her best friend there waiting for her. Minju gave her a small smile, the gesture fading as Yuri didn't reciprocate it.

"Yul-"

"Come on, Min, we'll be late." Yuri said abruptly, speeding last the older girl. Yuri didn't want her to speak, hearing the soft tone in her voice only made her heart clench more for the brunette.

It took only a minute for Minju to catch up, the older girl stopping Yuri by grabbing her by the wrist.

"Yuri, we won't be late. Now will you cut the bullshit and just talk to me?" Minju said, her brows furrowing. Yuri looked away again, trying to find an escape from the situation. Minju grabbed the younger's cheeks, forcing her to look her in the eyes.

For a moment, Yuri's world stops. She almost forgets her predicament when Minju looks at her, her eyes holding a mixture of worry and sadness as she looks down at the younger of the two. In an ideal world, Yuri would have already kissed the pout off her face, pulling her back inside her home to skip school and spend the day wrapped in one another's arms.

But this isn't an ideal world.

"Yul, whatever's going on with you, we need to talk it out. You're my best friend! Who's gonna be there with me every step of the way if it isn't you?" She asked earnestly.

For some reason, the sadness in the pit of Yuri's stomach began to turn to anger at Minju’s words. She just couldn’t help it.

"I don't know. Hyunjin, maybe?" She asked, a coldness to her voice. Minju's hands dropped back down to her sides. Yuri already missed her warmth.

"What does Hyunjin have to do with anything Yuri? Why are you always like this when it comes to him..." Minju muttered, more to herself than anyone else.

"He has everything to do with this Minju. I'm like this because... because I don't like him. One fucking bit." Yuri continued, the anger bubbling up now. She knew she had no reason to get so pissed at Minju, or even Hyunjin, but sometimes, with love comes jealousy. Once that green monster rises up within her, Yuri finds it almost impossible to suppress it.

"Yul, he's really nice! He brought me on a lovely date this weekend, I'm sure you'd get along with him just fine! He-"

"Minju, don't you get it? Don't you get it at all?" Yuri's fists clenched with how hard she was trying to keep her tears in right now. Minju shook her head, fear gracing her features as she watched her best friend, the small girl now overcome with anger.

"I- I won't like your stupid boyfriend and I won't ever like him because-"

A hiccuped breath interrupted Yuri's words as a cause of the hot tears that were now streaming down her face, her balled fists not bothering to wipe them away.

"Because?" Minju pressed, needing answers.

But Yuri stayed silent.

"Yuri, jesus fucking christ will you just talk? Whatever you have to say can't be that bad-"

"Because I'm in love with you."

Minju froze.

‘She was what?’

"I'm in love with you Minju. I know you don't feel the same but I have to tell you because this weight, the fucking weight of being around you, being scared to touch you for fear I might fall even further, being scared to say too much in case I scare you away... it's too much for me Minju."

Yuri inhaled. She said it.

Minju was silent.

Yuri took it as a sign.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I let this come between us. I hope he treats you right." Yuri said finally, her tears falling even harder than before. She took one last look up at her best friend's face and wished desperately that she hadn't, because the look of shock there seemed to tell her everything she needed to know.

So she turned back to her house, trudging slowly as the consequences of her actions began to dawn on her.

With every step, she hoped, prayed, wished, for Minju to call her back, to hold her tight, to tell her everything would be okay. But she didn't.

So Yuri continued walking away.

Alone.

Two weeks had passed.

Yuri was lucky, with midterm rolling around she didn't have to make excuses to stay away from Minju or from school, locking herself up inside her bedroom for the two weeks.

As the days ticked by, Yuri tried to convince herself that this was right, and this was how life was going to be now. She didn't need Minju, she didn't need the pain or the heartbreak in her life.

‘But lying to yourself doesn't always work does it?’

It doesn't, Yuri thinks, as she spends another night staring at her phone. She waits and waits, willing for it to ring. She wants to hear her voice and her laugh, and talk to her about her worries. Minju had always been her safe place to go after something had gone wrong in life.

Where does Yuri go when Minju is the problem that went wrong?

(The phone never rings. Yuri doesn't get to hear her voice.)

There were two days of midterm left, and Yuri was dreading going back to school. She'd be obviously alone there, with no comfort of being able to pretend life doesn't exist inside the safe confines of her bedroom walls.

Yuri felt herself about to drift off into another countless nap, until her serenity was broken by a knock at her door. Her mom was there, a look of pity on her features.

"There's someone here for you."

Yuri nodded, heading down to the door. She stepped outside, looking down at her feet until she heard the sound of the other person clearing her throat.

"Yul,"

Followed by a sigh.

"Can you look at me, please?"

Yuri looked up, meeting eyes with the one girl she wanted to run a mile away from right now. Yuri couldn’t help but notice that she looked tired, and more worn out than she'd ever seen her before.

"We need to talk, huh?"

Yuri nodded, following Minju as she moved to sit on the steps of Yuri's porch. They sat in silence for a little while, until finally, Yuri spoke.

"Hi."

It was quiet, said in a voice small enough that would've been missed if Minju wasn't listening to the younger so intently.

"Hi, Yuri." She said with a soft chuckle, taking in the appearance of the younger girl. She had her hair in a messy bun, dressed in sweatpants and a baggy hoodie. Yuri looked straight ahead, feeling nervous as Minju surveyed her.

"You never let me speak, you know." Minju started, puzzling the younger girl.

"Huh?" She asked, turning to meet Minju who had a small smile on her features.

"Well, I know my Yul is dramatic but I didn't think it was this bad." She continued, chucking a small bit. Yuri wasn't impressed.

"Minju, if you've come here just to make fun of me, then you can go right back home." She said sternly, her brows only knitting further as Minju's chuckle turned into a laugh.

"Seriously, Yuri. You might be the stupidest person I've ever met. What kind of person confesses their love to someone then runs away from them before they can even reply?" She says, letting out a disbelieving laugh before scooting closer to Yuri.

"I... I don't know. You just looked shocked and I didn't want to be rejected by you so I just.. left."

"Yuri, what did I tell you about assuming things before they happen?" Minju said, her voice still teasing.

"What do you mean?" Yuri questioned, her eyes locking with Minju’s. She searched the other girl’s dark orbs for answers, but they revealed nothing, her features untelling of what the older girl was about to say next.

"I love you too, Yuri. You fucking idiot." Minju confessed, the end of her sentence turning to a whisper as she got lost in Yuri’s eyes. Just as the younger girl was about to speak up, Minju silenced her.

Closing the small gap between her face and Yuri’s, Minju couldn’t help but smile into the kiss as she heard her friend’s gasp of surprise before she began to kiss her back.

Minju’s stomach filled with butterflies. This was it, the feeling she was looking for. She never felt like this when she kissed Hyunjin, or anyone else. It was always Yuri.

It’ll always be Yuri, she thinks as she pulls away, admiring her best friend’s blushing features. They both stared at one another, neither wanting to be the one to break the serene silence that had enveloped them. It was Yuri who eventually spoke up, her eyes turning to crescents that made Minju’s heart race as she smiled.

"If being called a fucking idiot means I get to kiss you like that again, then don't ever call me anything else." Yuri said, half joking, half deadly serious. Minju couldn't help but start laughing at Yuri's dorkiness, the younger soon joining her. While they had spent so much time together over the years, not a single moment had ever made them feel as complete as they did now.

The two sat on Yuri’s front porch for the next few hours, watching the sunset as their hands were intertwined, Yuri's head resting softly on Minju's shoulder.

"I can't believe you were going to date Hwang Hyunjin instead of me." Yuri said, poking fun at Minju.

"Hey! How the hell was I ever supposed to know you liked me back? You have the emotional capacity of a pebble, there's no way I could've guessed!" Minju said, making the two of them break down into laughter.

"A pebble? That's so rude!"

"Yeah, you're right. I'm sure pebbles express their emotions much better than you do." Minju replied, a teasing lilt to her voice.

You're so annoying. You frog." Yuri said, her actions betraying her words as she nestled closer into Minju's side.

"A frog, maybe. But your frog at least." The older girl replied, pressing a small kiss to the crown of her head, smiling.

"Mm. My frog. My stupid, annoying, beautiful, frog." Yuri said finally, pressing a soft kiss to Minju's neck before closing her eyes and letting herself fall asleep against Minju, the fading sun still keeping her warm as the evening passed by.

Minju took a deep breath as she appreciated her surroundings. She had the girl of her dreams cuddled into her, a beautiful sunset in front of her, and a powerful feeling of warmth and love in her chest that she had never felt before. Her thoughts returned to the girl tucked into her side as she too began to close her eyes, letting her mind wander as she allowed herself to drift off into a peaceful sleep.

‘Jo Yuri.

Stupid Jo Yuri.

My Jo Yuri.’

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where-dreamers-go · 3 years

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“Dark Choices” Luke Skywalker x Reader

(A/N: So this was suppose to be an imagine and it quickly grew beyond my control. I was inspired to write a Dark Side!Luke Skywalker after reading an insert reader from the lovely @moonlit-imagines. This insert reader has morphed A LOT. That’s what happens when I just jump in to write without an outline. So instead of turning to the Dark Side, I wrote where Luke tapped into the Dark Side and explored his reactions and such. I love writing for Star Wars. How come I don’t do it more often?? Also platonic relationship with Luke! He’s a sweetie! Part of @girl-next-door-writes Bingo Challenge! Bingo Card: Hurt/Comfort Warnings: Angst. Canon violence and language (their curse words). Death (the Empire isn’t getting away with anything today). I used meters for estimated distance. Injury/Wound mention, but not described. Word Count: 3,661 words)

The rendezvous point was well behind you and the departure time had long since passed. Your group’s part of the mission was complete and reported in. The other part of the mission, Commander Luke Skywalker’s, had yet to be determined.

Something’s wrong, you thought as you gained sight of the caves up ahead. Soles of your boots padding quietly atop of rocky ground.

The Imperials had been looking for something and destroying the environment in their path. Skywalker’s job was to figure out what the subject of their interest was.

Luke had not reported in nor had he made any sign of arriving to the rendezvous. Contact had not been reestablished since he had found the caves.

Where is he?

Signs of Luke’s whereabouts was laid around the area. At least two different classes of stormtroopers had been taken out either by their own blasterfire or a lightsaber. Burn marks littered the rock faces, cargo crates, and stormtrooper armor.

He must have cleared the area. You kept a hand on your blaster pistol just in case. Cautiously nearing the closest of the cave’s mouthes, you stayed low. You were not sure if there were any more scouts in the area. It was relatively quiet much to your suspicion.

It was not in Luke Skywalker’s character to not report in when scheduled. Being that he did not, you called in that you were going to look for him. You had not waited for approval.

Sure, he was a Jedi and all, but Luke tended to find himself in unusual predicaments.

A chill ran up your spine as you entered the cave. Imperial supplies were scattered along the walls. Most were opened.

Explosives. Typical. You thought. But what are they after?

Another chill ran through you and you forced yourself to pick up the pace. You were strangely thankful that the Imperials had lined the tunnel with artificial lighting. The air inside was cooler, but not enough to relieve you of your growing worry.

A generator must still be on somewhere. I hope he’s not in trouble. You followed the curves of the walls. I was able to extract datacards worth of information with little security in my way. Kriff. How many Imperials were at this site instead? Are they always after him?

Coming to multiple tunnel openings, you stopped.

I don’t think I have time for this.

“Luke?” Your voice reverberated against the rocks. “LUKE?”

Patiently, you waited for a response. The echos of your voice had faded.

This is what happens when he goes alone. You trudged to the right-most tunnel to start, however turned as something reflective caught your eye. White stormtrooper armor.

Quickly changing directions, you kept a hurried pace. Passing more fallen Imperials, there was little doubt of Skywalker’s whereabouts.

Faint electrical sounds reached your ears and you followed them down another path. Up ahead crackles and small bursts came from an open area beyond a tunnel. Pieces of armor and blasters greeted the soles of your boots before you walked in.

What…?

You had to step over a fallen stormtrooper that had a very prominent hole through their chest plate.

“Luke?” Your eyes scanned over the immediate area. Sparking consoles with slashes through them. Every stormtrooper and Imperial officer was either crumpled by an interior wall or had the mark of a lightsaber’s blade.

The room, whatever it was used for, was destroyed. Debris decorated the cave floor. Large rocks and metal alike. There was no way to know if there was used to be another exit.

You let out an uneasy breath and called out again. “Commander Skywalker?”

Checking each body, there was one with hair you recognized nearby. No Imperial symbol on his attire.

Rushing to a cargo crate, you fell into a crouch. “Luke?”

Knees pulled up to his head, Luke was huddled in on himself.

You gently placed a hand on one of his arms he had wrapped around his legs.

He jolted as if you had shocked him. Face still tucked in and hidden, his breath was uneven.

“Are you okay?” You asked, eyes not finding any visible wounds.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“It’s cold.” Luke murmured.

“What?”

“It’s so cold.”

Did something happen with the temperature in here? I don’t feel that chilly. Cave dampness.

“Why didn’t you show up? You missed the rendezvous.” You let your hand rest on his arm again. Luke was shaking. “Let’s get you out of here, okay?”

“I had to do it.”

You frowned.

“It was powerful.”

“An explosion?” You asked. “Luke, please look at me. What are—?”

Picking his head up, his eyes met yours.

Your words stilled.

Their usual brightness had dimmed, his blue eyes darkened in pain.

“They knew we’d come. They wanted us to take their files. The facility was set to explode.” Luke shuttered. “They were going to send in a whole squad of troopers.”

“But I made it out fine. Everyone else made it back.”

“I stopped them.” His voice cracked. “All of them.”

“Why didn’t you come back?”

Blue eyes looked behind you. He looked to the destruction, the taken lives, and rock walls. The room was full of wreckage and Imperial bodies.

What’s wrong? He’s been on missions before. Why’s this one got him so….unnerved?

You rubbed your thumb along the fabric of his sleeve. “You could have come back. You can come back now.”

“I made sure that they never ordered the troopers to attack. They couldn’t even send for help.”

You were hesitant before you asked, “What did you do?”

“I took down the ceiling.”

You followed Luke’s gaze. What you assumed to be another interior wall was actually a cave-in. Not just battle debris. There was no telling how large the room was before.

“There were so many of them. They didn’t even attack me first. I-I just….” Luke returned his eyes to you. “I couldn’t let you die.”

A lump formed in your throat and the corners of your eyes started to burn. Circling your arms around his shoulders, you hugged Luke. There were no second thoughts about it. His face pressed into your shoulder as his arms brought you closer.

“The call wasn’t going through to your comm.”

“It’s over, okay?” You said. “We can go back to the ship.”

What else could you say? You didn’t consider yourself incredibly close with Luke Skywalker, however being in the Rebellion meant you shared some missions together. His words seemed to prove you otherwise.

“I say this with all of the respect to you,” you said pulling out of the hug. “I think you need a break.”

The corner of Luke’s mouth tipped up.

“I think Leia would chew me out in a lecture if I leave you here any longer.” You added, trying to give him a motivational boost.

Wiping his face with his sleeves, Luke inhaled deeply before standing up with you.

As much as you knew Luke needed to sort through his feelings and what he had done, you both needed to physically get out of there. The Imperials could show up to investigate at any moment. Added that being in the same location that was causing him to be upset was not the best place for him to be.

“I’m sorry.” Luke said as he brushed dirt off of himself.

“Hey,” you caught his gaze. “Rule number one: survive.” You gave his arm a light squeeze. “Let’s go.”

After he gave a nod, you lead the way back into the tunnel system.

Remembering the way you came, but backwards was always either really easy, frustratingly hard, or filled with you double-checking. Walking beside Luke, you were double-checking each change in direction for boot sole marks and familiar details. Downed stormtroopers being a main detail that helped. Unfortunately for them.

“Ar—….fizz…lo…fizztt….roopers…out….rr….” An undistinguishable voice came from your commlink.

You looked from your commlink to Luke. The Rebel reached for his lightsaber and continued forward. A confident demeanor covering him like a fitted tunic. Any pain he had was hidden or extinguished. A Jedi walked beside you.

Imperial movement always at the wrong time. The reinforcements got here faster than I thought. So much for any heart to heart conversations.

The tunnel ahead was illuminated by the lighting setup along the walls. Crates were still in their same positions.

“We’re close to the exit now,” Luke said in a hushed tone.

You grabbed your blaster pistol from your hoister. The two of you turned and found yourselves amongst Imperial crates again. More of them. Up ahead was the mouth of the cave. Cluttered with crates and long cables, the way out was either going to be safe or loaded with trouble.

Stepping in front of you and causing you to halt in your tracks, Luke ignited his green lightsaber. Trouble. That was when you heard it. The clanking of armor, rushed stomps, and muffled orders. You raised your blaster pistol.

“I’ll shield you.” Luke took measured steps forward.

“Got it.”

In less than twenty seconds, the pair of you made your way through the tunnel to cover as much ground as possible. Getting out in one piece was a top priority. There was only about eight meters or so left until you were back under the open sky, but trouble had arrived.

“Rebels!”

A squad of stormtroopers jogged their way into position.

“REBEL SCUM!”

“Scum?” You called back.

“Blast them!”

The stormtroopers opened fire.

Before the first red laser had come within two paces of you, Luke was already tilting his lightsaber. Each fire was deflected.

Fanning out, the troopers had the environmental advantage, however they were not trained to go up against the likes of a Jedi.

Beams of red were ricocheted back as Luke blocked and you had started firing. The returned fire doubled with their own and took down stormtroopers one by one. Almost each Imperial shouted orders and aggravated commentary.

Not long now, you thought.

A confident-striding trooper with heavy armor appeared at the cave’s mouth and took a stance outside before their weapon started shooting out rapid blasts towards you both.

“That’s a problem.” Luke commented as his lightsaber deflected as much of the blasterfire as he could. A blur of green and a reverberating sound that made the hair on your neck stand on end.

“On it.” You ducked as a red beam passed your head. Time was temporary. Aiming higher, you fired multiple shots to your attacker. One of which took the trooper and their weapon down. You breathed out a quick sigh of relief.

It was short-lived.

From out of your line of sight, white armor of another group appeared and lined up behind the first squad. As a unit they marched into the cave.

Ah, kriff. Someone must have mentioned Jedi over the comms.

Words on the tip of your tongue, you abruptly dismissed them.

Black boots moved across the ground with barely a sound. No huffs of fatigue nor beads of sweat came from Skywalker. The air in front of him was illuminated by flashing red and green. Each attempt at firing at him was delivered right back. To the shoulder, his head, arm, chest; they failed. No matter where blasterfire was aimed on him it did not reach. A blur of green light was there to meet it.

There was a reason that lightsabers were referred to as weapons of a different age. An age where people had mystical powers and swords of light. Anyone trained to use one was someone who should not be ignored nor underestimated. A mastery and awareness in each swing.

You had seen firsthand what a direct blow sent to troopers did. As a rebel, you had been on your share of missions with Commander Skywalker, however this was the first time you had seen him go on full defensive mode. Defense and trickery were more his style. Yet what you were witnessing was him taking on almost all of the blasterfire. It was only the two of you against two squads.

Hearing a familiar vrrr, you had to take a quick step back as the green lightsaber came a little too close to you for comfort. A red laserbolt was deflected.

Woo, okay. Watch for that.

Returning fire, you weaved around Luke’s wide gestures to take aim at the stormtroopers.

Once one stormtrooper was down, another stepped around furthering their takeover in the cave.

You took a step to the right and were given a clearer shot of the approaching troopers. It was a step too far to the side.

“Ah!” A hit to your arm threw you back. Dropping behind the closest crate and taking cover, you immediately applied pressure to your upper arm with your free hand. The pain only then making itself really known.

Kriff! There’s one on the right somewhere, you thought as you looked to Luke.

The Jedi was not hiding, not ducking behind anything, nor dodging. He stood his ground. Green blade of his lightsaber twirled through the air and deflected each oncoming blast. Rapid blasterfire resounded throughout the tunnel and the shouting became louder.

For two seconds, you peeked around the crate before quickly taking cover again.

“Behind the crate!”

Darn it.

“I got him!”

“Take them out!”

“One behind the crate!”

If your heart was not hammering in your chest before, it was then.

How many of them are there?

Hearing a small whoosh through the air, you turned in time to witness a thermal detonator arch over your head and land about two meters away. The silver sphere rolled near a stack of crates. Crates full of explosives.

On your feet before you could speak, you were already running to Luke. He gestured with his hand and sent a group of stormtroopers either flying backwards or toppling over. Even as more stormtroopers were still standing and firing, both you and Luke sprinted to the opening of the cave.

Another gesture of his hand and Luke sent more Imperials back. Passing a line of them, your fear skyrocketed with knowing what was coming.

“Hurry!” Luke made sure to remain beside you.

As the soles of your boots reached the mouth of the cave, Luke turned —

KABOOM

The first explosion created a domino effect and set off more explosives within the tunnel. Heat waved out after the first sounds. The ground beneath your feet shook and you were sent flying forward. Soon, you had met the ground as you tumbled across and landed on your already hurting arm.

KABOOM

You covered your ears as you pushed yourself up on an elbow.

Black.

It took a second for you to recognize that Luke was knelt over you and facing the cave. Your chest tightened at the sight.

Various and many rocks that had splintered off in the explosions were levitating in the air above you. The explosions had stopped, but the debris was still on the move. Boulders rolled a distance away as the ground shook. The debris smaller in size with each second that passed.

How close of a call was it this time?

With extended arms, Luke set the rocks away from anyone. You, him, and the possibly still alive stormtroopers on the ground that were not there before.

Lowering your hands, your ears still buzzed from the detonations. There was no telling how sore you would be later from your tumble. But you would gladly take soreness over what the Imperials had.

Luke sat back on his heels and clipped his lightsaber to his belt. Sometime amongst the chaos he had deactivated it.

“Luke.”

The man looked to you with heavy concern in his eyes. His gloved hand gestured to your wounded arm.

“Hey, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere else?” His voice sounded muffled in your ears.

“Are you okay?” You asked quietly, sitting up.

“I’m better.” Luke’s expression softened until he inclined his head to you. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Yeah…well.” You gestured with your hand to the fallen Imperials. “I could be worse.”

He leaned away from you once you spoke.

“What?”

“I think we need to get your ears checked.”

“Sounds good.” You smiled despite yourself.

A black glove covered his mouth for a couple of moments before he looked over his shoulder then back to you. His expression less exuberant. “I’m sorry. I…I shouldn’t have let that happen. This isn’t what I wanted.”

“Neither of us wanted this.”

His chest rose and fell as he sighed. Shoulders more relaxed than they were a minute ago.

“This was all a trap. The Empire was looking for metals long before they were storing weapons. They knew we would show up.”

Typical. Now that we have a real chance at winning this war, they’re being sneaky and a little risky.

The air around you smelled of smoke that nipped at your nostrils and dried out your throat. With your hearing not up to parr, the only sound aside from your breathing was any shifting rocks. Nothing moved. White armor could be seen amongst the large rocks that were almost everywhere you looked in the open area. Some blasters were still in gloved hands.

Both you and Luke peered around as you slowly stood up. Even outside you found yourselves surrounded by destruction and Imperials.

When will it end?

Rubbing at your ear with a knuckle, you rested your sights on the Jedi.

Luke reached out a hand to the rubble and in a matter of seconds, your blaster pistol was in his grasp.

“Here. You might need this.” He turned to you.

“Hopefully not,” you said as you nodded in thanks and holstered your blaster pistol.

Walking over and around rock, the pair of you distanced yourselves from the caves as well as the Imperial locations.

“We should get back as soon as we can.” Luke said.

“Our absence and delay has probably climbed up the rank of command.”

Luke nodded as you grabbed your commlink. Heading out of the area was possibly the easiest part of your day, you hoped. You opened your comm.

“This is Lieutenant (Y/L/N). Commander Skywalker and I are heading to the rendezvous point. Over.”

“We hear you Lieutenant. Good to hear you.” An answer came from another Rebel officer. “Come back safely. Ship is waiting. Over.”

“Roger that. Over.” You set your commlink back into your attire. “Almost afraid they would have left already.” Hands free, you applied pressure to your wound.

“We don’t leave anyone behind if given the chance. You should know that more than anyone.”

Your footing only hesitated briefly. Hardly noticeable.

“Thank you.”

Turning, you were met with sincere blue eyes. The weight of the sincerity could have collapsed your ribcage with how it reached your heart.

If we weren’t still in Imperial territory, I’d hug him right now. How can he be so sweet with so little words?

“And thank you,” you said. “For what you did back there. I’m not sure I thanked you.”

“You would had done the same for me.”

“I’m not a Jedi, Luke.”

“I know.” His bright smile making an appearance. “But I’m just saying that if you had the opportunity—.”

“And skill.”

“—that you would have helped me.”

“You were by yourself.”

“Yes, but if I was in your position, I would have told the others that I had a wound on my arm.” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“…Oh yeah.”

“The sooner we reach the rendezvous point, the faster someone can look at your arm.”

“The faster we get to having a debriefing.” You added, your tone solemn.

No telling if there are more scout troopers either.

Were you really going to disclose every detail of your mission? Yes, however finding Luke was not a part of your assigned mission. That part was up to him to debrief. However personal and detailed he would speak was solely up to him. You would not speak with anyone, under any circumstances, what had happened with Commander Skywalker in the caves. The only portion you were willing to disclose was the part when you were leaving. That much needed to be reported.

What a day, you thought. At least Luke looks better. Brighter spirits. And…I’ll keep an eye on him, I guess. Make sure he’s okay.

“You’ll give your report first, right?” You looked over at Luke who already had his attention on you.

“Before you, you mean?”

“Yeah.”

“I will.”

“I won’t say anything…about…you know.”

Luke stopped and you were quick to follow suit.

“I trust that you will give your report the way you always do. Honestly.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t say I was going to lie. Just…not say any personal stuff. Only what I need to say.” You squeezed your arm. “I completed my part of the mission, I left the ship, I found you, Imperials found us, I got shot, we ran, explosions hurt my ears, and we made our way back.”

“I think Leia will want more details than that.” His lips curved into a smirk. “But I am grateful that you respect my privacy. In matters of the Force.”

Sighing you continued forward, “I wish I could get to a state of calm as fast you.”

“It takes practice.”

“You’re something else, Luke Skywalker. I hope you know that.”

A chuckle was the only response he gave.

. . .

The pair of you headed back to the awaiting group of rebels. Their worries were written across their faces. Of course, Luke immediately alerted them of your injuries. Soon after, the ship had rose above the canopy of foliage and traveled through space. It would be a matter of time before the Base was back into your sights.

A small smile graced Luke’s lips as he sat beside you in the ship.

“What?” You asked quietly.

“You’re something else too.”

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saynotoshityouhate · 3 years

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Chaos

Summary: Everyone was convinced you’d never meet your match. That was, until you got the literal kick to the head of a lifetime.

Word Count: 1726

Tags/Warnings: alcohol, possible concussion, slight illegal behavior, just a little smutty

I’m feeling chaotic, let’s go dancing. Who’s in?

Your friends were used to you starting craziness as soon as you clocked out on Friday afternoon. You were sure they all got your text and rolled their eyes, but they were stuck with you at this point.

You got all ready - glam but also comfortable - you never knew where the night was going to go. Last time you went out, you ended up dancing until 2am, and then watching the sunrise from the rooftop of an abandoned warehouse. You weren’t sure how many of these weekends you had left - your friends had started settling down and were less enthusiastic about joining you in your shenanigans. They all had tried (and failed) to set you up with their boyfriend’s friends - unable to find someone who could match your energy. But at the same time, you loved your life. You could do anything you wanted, whenever you wanted. You were financially stable, had a good job, a nice apartment...you weren’t really looking for anyone or anything to come in and change things.

You met the girls at the club, wearing the dress that made you feel most confident, paired with your worn in Converse high tops. “HEY BITCHES!” You gave each friend big sloppy kisses on both cheeks. They handed you a drink - you were last to arrive, as usual. “Y/N, I was just telling the girls about the engagement party my future mother-in-law is planning. You wouldn’t believe how tacky it is going to be! The invitations alone…” You cut her off after pounding your drink, and pointed to the dance floor. “I’m gonna go there now. Bye!” Setting your empty glass on the nearest table, you ran over to the middle of the dance floor.

You loved the feeling of the stereo bass pumping in your chest. The ringing in your ears blocking out your inhibitions as you moved your body without care, your skin lit up in colors and sparkles. Here, in this moment, you were truly happy. Not a care in the world. No thoughts in your head saying you were unworthy of the love your friends had found. Complete and full contentment at the life you had chosen for yourself. And it was then that you received a swift kick to the side of your head.

A few seconds later, you opened your eyes to see the hazel eyes of a wild haired, sweaty man. “Fuuucking hell, kid! I thought for sure you were dead. Are you alright?” You blinked up at him and nodded, unsure how you got to be flat on your back in the first place. “I’m so sorry, I was carrying my best lesbian friend on my shoulders, and when we spun around, her fucking foot hit you in the head.” He wipes his hand down his shirt before handing it to you, helping you up off the floor. The man was tall, dressed in a hilarious mismatch of clothes, with a mop of brown hair that stuck to his sweaty forehead, partially covering his eyes. He sported a patchy moustache/goatee combo which brought your attention to his plush, pink lips.

He leaned down to look you directly in your eyes, examining them closely. “I don’t think you have a concussion...are you sure you’re alright?” You took a deep breath. “Yes. Totally. Super duper alright. All good.” He chuckled a deep laugh, showing off his imperfectly perfect teeth. “Awesome. I’m Adam - we’re going to go find shit to throw off the overpass. Wanna come?” You nodded enthusiastically, never having been this lost for words in your life. He grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the bar, barely giving you the chance to smile or wave at your friends as you exited.

Adam and his friends brought you all across the city. Finding items to keep or to toss, literally, off of the highway overpass. Your group steadily dwindled as you explored the city’s hidden pockets, eventually leaving you, Adam, and a reusable grocery bag full of spare car parts and rotten vegetables alone on the pedestrian bridge that crossed the city’s busiest highway. Standing together, you looked upon the city skyline, standing proudly against a dark sky that was littered with stars. It was your favorite view. Feeling Adam’s gaze on you, you turned to look up at him. “Everything okay?” you asked, unsure why he was making such a face. “Yeah, kid, just making sure you’re not gonna have a seizure or somethin’ dumb.” He chewed the inside of his cheek as he resumed looking at the city.

With the early morning hour, there wasn’t a ton of good targets to toss your garbage at. “Wanna split a pizza?” You asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence. Adam smiled and nodded, giving you the chance get him back for earlier, to grab his hand and run. You took the long way, zig zagging through dark alleys, running up and down stairs, eventually landing at your favorite, hole in the wall 24-hour pizza parlor. “Jimmy!!!!” You squealed are the shop owner, waving at him and jumping up and down. The proprietor groaned, pushing himself out of his chair and walked up to the window. “What can I getcha, y/n...and friend?” Adam smiled at Jimmy, and then you, and then Jimmy again. Nervously laughing and still trying to catch his breath, he shoved his hands into his pockets. “Anything but fucking green peppers,” you both said, almost simultaneously. Jimmy rolled his eyes and headed back to the kitchen.

“Jimmy’s the best. He almost single handedly fed me all through my senior year of college. I was building this Trojan Horse out of Amazon boxes inside my apartment and I couldn’t access my kitchen because it was full of boxes so…” Adam grabbed your face, pulling you in for a rough kiss, his pillowy lips absorbing the blow. Your eyes were wide open, arms limp at your side. Sensing you weren’t reciprocating, Adam pulled back, hands still on your face. “I’m building a boat in my apartment right now, gonna sail down the Hudson. I’ve never met anyone like you before, like me - someone who could keep up with me and not be some fucking loser.” Adam looked deep into your eyes. “We were meant to meet tonight, Y/N. I was supposed to hit you in the head with my best lesbian friend.” Adam squeezed his large hands together, smooshing your face. “Fuck the pizza, come see my boat.”

Jimmy walked up at that moment, pizza box in tow. “No, no fucking my pizza. Here - on the house - now get out of here. And y/n, I don’t want to find this pizza on some roof or in a tree or whatever the fuck you’re planning on doing tonight.” You turned your head towards Jimmy, with Adam’s help, and said through your smooshed face “Fanks Jummy.” Grabbing the pizza, you looked back up at Adam. Adam moved your head up and down, speaking in a high pitched voice “Yes, Adam, I’d love to see your boat!” Looking down at you with a cheesy grin, you started to laugh. “Fwine, but wet go uf my fwace.” Adam flailed his arms into the air. “Well let’s fucking go, kid!”

Adam wasn’t kidding, he really was building a boat in his living room. It was the coolest thing you’ve ever seen. “Are these old pallets? Is that a fisherman’s knot? Did you repurpose 2x4s from…” “Whoa whoa y/n don’t get a lady boner over my awesome ass boat!” Your eyes were sparkling, climbing over piles of wood and fabric and an overused power strip. “When is she going to be ready to sail?” you asked, your voice giving away your excitement. “Why,” Adam stalked towards you, backing you up against the mast, “wanna be my sexy first mate?” Your heart was beating through your chest. This wasn’t your average one night stand, this was different - you could tell. This wasn’t the plan. But you couldn’t deny that he was your match. He was right, you were meant to meet tonight. You took a deep, shaky breath, looking into Adam’s eyes. “Aye, aye, captain.”

Adam growled, wrapping his arms underneath your bottom and lifting you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, squealing in surprise. He slammed your body harder against the boat’s mast, shoving his tongue into your mouth and squeezing your ass as he ground his rock hard erection into your pelvis. You lifted one hand from his neck, reaching down to unbutton his jeans, the slightest graze of your fingers causing Adam’s hips to thrust. The energy of that motion cracked the fragile integrity of the mast, causing Adam to fall forwards, landing on top of you, the broken splinters of wood scratched along your back.

You both groaned. “Fuck, kid, you ok? How’s your head?” Opening up to the same concerned, hazel gaze from earlier in the evening, you replied “Yep. Super duper.” That was good enough for Adam, who stood up quickly, ripping his jeans and underwear down, kicking his legs for assistance. You lifted your hips to shimmy your own panties down to your ankles. Adam returned to his place between your legs. Looking up at him with a grin, you laughed “ahoy, matey. shiver me timbers.” Adam grunted - “you’re so fucking weird, and so fucking wet,” he ran two fingers through your slick, “and just for me.” You whined, moving your hips to meet his hand. “Gotta make sure you’re ready for me. Gunna drop anchor in this hot cunt.”

Adam spent the rest of the night straddled over your back, where you laid on your stomach on his bed. Using a tweezer, he removed the hundreds of tiny splinters that had embedded themselves into your skin. You sighed contentedly, taking a large sip of milk, unsure what the future held. But for the first time, in a long time, the thought of sharing that future with someone didn’t make you sick to your stomach. You turned your head to take a look at him, wearing lab safety goggles “in case one flew out at him.” Smiling, you rested your head on his pillow, before falling asleep and dreaming of sailing down the Hudson together.

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