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sethcertified · 1 year

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「 SCREAM FOR YOU ! 」 . . . 📁 06

scream : billy loomis, stu macher

wrd count : 4.2k

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . [name] goes to school after his big night with the boys

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . billy loomis, stu macher, & male reader

I could hear the hustle and bustle from downstairs as I lay motionless on my bed. The last thing I wanted to do was go to school. Not when two massive problems were looming over me named Billy Loomis and Stu Macher.

My brain refused to think about anything other than last night's incidents, and it was paralyzing me. The taste of Billy's lips on mine invaded not only my mouth but also my mind. Even the feeling of Stu kissing my forehead still burned into my skin.

I slammed my face into my pillow. At least before Billy kissed me I only had one murderer on my mind! Like that was any better though. God, [Name], liking one murderer is not a good thing!

Standing up from my mess of a bed I headed downstairs. Hopefully, breakfast would clear my mind, but my optimism was low. Downstairs I would just find more reasons to think of Billy and Stu. Example A is Sidney Prescott, and example B is Tatum Riley; My dear beloved sister and her best friend.

As I started at the foot of the staircase I imagined myself falling, getting a major head concussion, and then slipping into a coma for the rest of my murder-riddled life. However, as I walked down step after step my dream became less plausible.

Downstairs was just like how I imagined; loud and chaotic. Mama was cooking breakfast, Dewey was filling his plate, Sidney eating quietly at the table, and Tatum was sitting beside her. The news was on, and I subconsciously tuned in to what it was saying. As expected, it was about Sidney being attacked last night. I gave her a quick look of pity before piling some toast onto my plate.

I waved to Dewey as Mama walked over to the table, watching the television with the rest of the girls. I nudged Dewey to go turn off the TV, not wanting Sidney to be disturbed by the news. There wasn't a thing I hated more than the news and its goons like Gale Weathers.

I followed behind Dewey, sitting down to eat my quick breakfast. My heart ached at the sight of Sidney. Not only was her boyfriend a murderer, but she had framed the wrong guy, and was constantly taunted for it by the media. Not to mention, I made out with her boyfriend a couple of hours prior.

"It's never going to stop, is it?"

The sound of Sidney's tone made me feel even worse. It was the sound of utter hopelessness. I scoured at my breakfast. She was an innocent teen girl. She never deserved any of this.

"Billy was released."

I peeked my head back up to Dewey. I already knew Billy had been released due to our 'activities' last night, but I was curious as to how everyone would take it. I turned to Dewey, "So he didn't make the calls?"

"No. His cellular bill was clean."

Was he using a disposable phone? Most killers tend to do... It was a smart move, no doubt. I made an internal note to put down a disposable phone on my bulletin board later. I would have to see if that theory was true though.

I bit my nails as I pondered over where Billy might have bought the item. I would have to go to the locations, of course. The store would keep track of the purchase if he paid with a card, but if he paid with cash, I would have to rely on a witness. Billy was smart and presumably experienced, so I had little to no doubt that he paid with cash. That would make things harder... Much harder.

"We're checkin' every cellular account in the county. Any calls made to you or Casey Becker are being cross-referenced."

A shot of panic ran down my spine. What if Stu was the one who called? I couldn't imagine Stu locked behind bars despite him being a murderer... I felt a turmoil I didn't expect to wash over me. Maybe I didn't want Billy and Stu to get caught. No! [Name], what are you thinking? It's only right that he is locked away from society to protect our citizens... But he isn't just a murderer! He's Stu. My Stu.

My hand began to shake at the realization. What was wrong with me? They were going to kill Sidney and probably more people along the way. People I knew and cared about. Hell, they're planning to kill me! I can't let my emotions get in the way. I just need to clear my mind, that's all.

As Dewey drove us to school, I yearned to go back home. It would be impossible to ignore Stu and Billy here. I slouched into my seat as Dewey pulled over. I lingered a little while longer in the car as everyone else piled out.

I watched Sidney with curious eyes. If school was a nightmare for me, it was hell for her. I guess, Dewey got the memo too as I heard him speak to her, "Don't worry, Sid. It's school. You'll be safe here."

Yeah, right. Both murders were constantly around her here. She was safer back at home, but I couldn't tell anyone that. For now, the only danger she was aware of was the hoard of reporters itching to exploit her trauma.

I was proven correct by a swarm of news reporters running up to Sidney, "How does it feel to almost be brutally butchered?" Dewey pushed the mic away as Sidney squirmed through the crowd. I climbed out of the car following her as Dewey stayed back with the news reporter lady. I could still hear her squawking at Sidney as I followed behind her, "How does it feel?"

I resisted the urge to go over there and punch the news reporter. There was nothing more I hated than those lousy reporters; always profiting off trauma and tragedy. Speaking of lousy reporters... I watched as Sidney moved across the school yard heading toward the one and only Gale Weathers. I had to see this.

I stalked after her, keeping myself hidden from her sight. As we neared Gale's van, I flattened my body to the side of the car. It was the perfect position for snooping in on their conversation.

"Stop right there."

I tried to peer out, and see if I could catch of glimpse of the two girls. All I managed was Sidney's side profile as she spoke to Gale, "I'm not here to fight. I just need to talk."

"Kenny, camera, now!"

I rolled my eyes at Gale's words. Can't even have a conversation without her sticking that big hunk of garbage into your face.

"Off the record. No cameras."

"Forget it."

"Please? You owe me."

"I owe you shit."

"You owe my mother!"

I felt myself resisting the urge to sock Gale in the face. She was absolutely intolerable! She was greedy and inconsiderate and self-absorbed which was everything she needed to be a news reporter. No wonder, she was such a good one. She had everything it took.

I spaced out from their conversation as I remembered how she had treated Sidney last year after the publication of her novel. Gale had lured everyone into going against Sidney's word... Oh, who am I kidding? I believe Gale's theory too, but in my defense, I actually know who killed Sid's mom.

Gale was smart, and that could be useful to my investigation, but her methods were totally obtuse. She was so selfish she couldn't even see the damage she did to Sidney by that publication even though she was right. My observations were proven right by Gale interrupting my thoughts, "You got what you wanted! Cotton Weary is in jail. They're going to gas him. A book isn't gonna change that."

The atmosphere was heavy. Sidney was silent, and I observed her state of disbelief. Her mouth was slightly agape, and her eyes held a look of bewilderment.

"Do you still think he's innocent?"

"Your testimony put him away. It doesn't matter what I think."

What bullshit!

"During the trial, you did all those stories about me. You called me a liar."

Gale nodded her head, "I think you falsely identified him, yes."

"Have you talked to Cotton?" Sidney's tone was assertive, and her body language screamed certain. Gale; however, returned to attitude, "Many times."

"And has his story changed?"

"Not one word. He admits to having sex with your mother, but that's all."

"H-he's lying. She would never have touched him. He raped her, and then-" Sidney tried to collect herself as the terrible memories flooded her senses, "He butchered her. Her blood was all over his coat."

"He was drunk that night. He left his coat at your house after your mother seduced him."

"I saw him leaving wearing it."

"No, you saw someone leave wearing that coat. The same someone who planted it in Cotton's car, framing him."

My jaw clenched at her words. No doubt she was right about it. Her story made sense. Perfect sense. I had to know more. I had to buy that God-forsaken book. Sidney would hate me if she ever figured out I believed Gale over her, which I don't blame her for, but Gale was useful in my investigation. I had to take the opportunity that was being handed to me.

Maybe I could take that opportunity even further? I hated Gale, but I also hated Billy at first, and now I'm kissing him. No! I gave my arm a harsh pinch. I kissed Billy once, and I am definitely not going to kiss him in the future!

I shook the image of Billy away as I turned my attention back to the conversation at hand. Sidney had left, but I still wanted to hear what Gale had to say.

"Jesus Christ! An innocent man on death row, a killer still on the loose. Kenny, tell me I'm dreaming!"

"Do you wanna go live?"

"No, no. Not so fast. We don't have anything concrete."

"This is huge. You can't just sit on it."

"I know! That's why we need proof. If I'm right about this I could save a man's life."

Her resistance perplexed me. Was she having a change of heart? She finally changed her ways of greed and ego to actually helping victims..? Maybe she wasn't as bad as I thought...

"Do you know what that could do for my book sales!"

So much for wishful thinking. I have the back of the van a frustrated shove before striding off to class. The ego of that woman!

I weaved between people as I hurried my way into the school building. The halls were crowded as I flew by the passerby looking for my locker. All of the lockers were identical with their boring, light brown paint, but mine tended to be surrounded by a group of certain teens, so I had no trouble finding it.

Stu and Tatum were attached at the hip as usual which fueled a small spark of jealousy in the pit of my chest. Sidney held a pensive look as she rummaged through her locker. I put my hand on her shoulder as I faced her towards me, "You good? You seem off."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. You haven't seen Billy around, have you? Is he really pissed?"

"No-"

"You mean after you branded him the Candyman? No, his heart's broken."

My head snapped in Stu's direction at lightning speed at the mention of the Candyman. His eyes met mine, and our eyes spoke a million words for us before Tatum hit him in the chest. He knew about Billy and me. Of course, he did. I just yearned to know what he thought. What he would do now knowing Billy and I's relationship was different than what he had previously thought?

The sound of screams harshly tugged my gaze away from Stu as a student clad in a ghost costume flew down the hall. Sidney ran into my shoulder, and I caught her as Stu giggled in the background. I tried my best to focus on Sidney's distress, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from Stu. A smile stretched across my face at the sound of his chuckles.

However, I dropped the smile as Sidney turned to me for comfort, "Why are they doing this?" I just patted her on the arm as Stu continued gigging like a child getting a newly wrapped present, "Are you kidding me? Look at this place. It's like Christmas!"

Sidney began to stalk off, and I followed her movements calling out for her, "Sid! Sid, slow down! Please?" She ignored my calls, and I just pursued her faster. My head turned to give Stu and Tatum one last peek. Stu was staring at Sidney and me as Tatum called out to Sidney to come back. I mouthed to her a quick, "I got this!" before turning back to face Sidney's back.

My movements came to a stop as Sidney stepped on the tip of my toes with a loud, "Shit!" I fell back against the edge of the wall, scraping against my shoulder blades. I cursed at the pain as I looked up to see Billy hovering near Sidney. Sidney pushed away from him as she gave me a quick glimpse.

Billy noticed her look back and too made eye contact with me. I felt my eyes soften at the connection with his, but his remained hard and cold. So that was how he wanted to act. What a dick! I glared holes into his perfectly sculpted face as he talked to the distraught girl in front of me, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You still think it's me."

"No. No, I-I don't. It's just-"

It is you!

"Somebody was there."

Yeah! Billy!

"Billy, someone tried to kill me."

Yes, Sid, someone did try to kill you. Billy!

"I know, I know. The cops said I scared him away. It wasn't me, Sid."

I mouthed bullshit to Billy who gave me a quick glare in return.

"I know. He called me again last night at Tatum's house."

He also made out with me last night at Tatum's house, Sid.

"You see? Couldn't have been me. I was in jail. Remember?"

I mouthed another 'bullshit' to Billy who had ceased his efforts to pay attention to me. I started to fake make out with my hand which caused Billy to clench his fists against the stairs post.

He turned back to Sidney as she danced her fingers near his, "I'm so... sorry. Please understand."

"Understand what? That I have a girlfriend who would rather accuse me it being a psychopathic killer than touch me."

My mind froze as I tried to process his words. The image of Sidney and Billy together doing such things made me want to gag. The very lips I had kissed last night on her body, trailing dangerously low. The feeling of his rough, course hands tearing layer after layer of clothing off. It made me sick to my stomach.

I could feel eyes burning into the back of my skull, but I could've cared less for Billy and his intense glare at the moment. The images flashing in my head of the two had paralyzed my brain. All I could think about was them together. Touching and feelings each other while making obscene noises.

My shoulder was suddenly pulled back, and I let out a small groan of pain. I turned to see who had gripped my shoulder so intensely, and it was none other than Billy. I shrugged his hand off, "What do you want? Did Sid leave you?"

"Yeah, she's pissed." Billy ran his fingers through his mop of brunette hair, "Let's just forget about Sid, okay? I want to talk."

"About what? Last night? Billy..."

Billy held my hands in his as he scoped to see no one was around us, "Did it mean something to you?"

My eyes widen like saucers. I scoured my brain for what to say, but my shock had delayed my response. I could see Billy getting antsy.

I swallowed hard, "Yes? I mean, fuck, of course it did! I... don't consider what we did a mistake last night, if that's what you mean."

A rare smiled appeared on Billy's face, "Good. That's really good."

I felt heat rise to my face at Billy's words. I had never seen Billy so... relaxed. So happy.

A silence had filled between us, but was interrupted by me wincing in pain. My shoulder was definitely bruised from hitting the wall at the force Sidney had thrown me into it.

"You good?"

"I think my shoulder is bruised or something. Sidney threw me into the wall." I cursed under my breath.

Billy moved to inspect the back of my shoulder as I took some deep breathes to try and calm down my pain riddled body.

"It's not bleeding, but you should go to the nurse."

"Well, it gives me an excuse to skip class," I shrugged.

Billy just gave me a tart look before escorting me to the nurse. I wasn't sure what to say to him. After all, our recent conversations have been not so normal, but who am I kidding? Ever since letting Stu and Billy join in my investigation my life has been anything but normal.

"So... Have you seen the new 'Hellraiser' movie?"

"It's awful." Billy grumbled.

"I haven't seen it yet, so that's good," I awkwardly nodded. Billy just nodded with me before we turned away from each other, and continued walking down the hallway.

We reached the door to the nurse's office, and I turned to Billy ready to say bye to him, "I'll see you later? I gotta go make sure Sidney didn't get me too bad. She's actually pretty strong, you know? Well, you should know since you attacked her last night. That was a dumb thing to say. Sorry."

Billy cupped his hand around my mouth, "Can you say that any louder? And I didn't attack Sid. Stu did." He looked up to the ceiling as he ran his fingers through his hair again, "Look, we'll talk about it later. Meet me at the video store. Go find Stu, he'll take you there."

I nodded and let out a muffled 'yes,' but my mind had already set out a mission to get some information for my investigation. With Billy out of the way I might be able to get some answers about this whole murder thing. Real answers. Billy took his hand off my face, and knocked on the nurse's door. I shuffled my feet awkwardly as we waited for her to open the door. The door flew open, and Billy rushed me inside the office. He stood beside me as I began to explain my condition to her. Quickly, she began shooing Billy off.

Billy moved in before he left, whispering in my ear, "Don't bother asking Stu for answers, he won't tell you." He gave me a final smirk as I felt my mouth fall slightly agape which didn't emit any type of reaction from him. Billy kept eye contact with me as he waltzed out the door. My thoughts remained on what he could want with Stu and me at the video store instead of the frantic nurse patching my worse-for-wear injury. Sidney had, indeed, gotten me good.

My leg bounced against the cool, white tiles eyeing the clock down. The anticipation was killing me. The nurse had put on the bandage around my shoulder, and it was an uncomfortable fit, but I made do with it. She handed me my discarded shirt as she handed me a sucker, "Now young man, you must be more careful."

I flew her a cheeky grin, "I'll be more careful next time. Promise." I shot her a quick thanks as I entered the empty hall. Class was soon to be over, so I just sat against the wall and fiddled with my shoelaces. I doubted I would've paid much attention anyways with my concentration being on Stu and Billy.

My fiddling came to a stop as the bell rang; ending the day. The days had been cut short since Casey's attack which I didn't mind. I walked out into the open to see news reporters once again surrounding the school. My eyes jumped from reporter to reporter as I tried to figure out what happened. My questions were answered by Principal Humphrey over the telecom, "I need your attention now, kids. Due to the recent events that have occurred, effective immediately, all classes are suspended until further notice."

Cheers drowned my hearing. School being over was cool, and if it wasn't for the circumstances I would've been cheering with the other students, but the announcement didn't make it easy for me to relax. In all honesty, it made me on edge. What did Stu and/or Billy do this time?

As I walked out of the school, I caught sight of Tatum and Sidney and rushed toward them. Hopefully, they would have a clue about what had happened to draw such a reaction from the principal. I took to Tatum's side and was greeted by a polite wave from Sidney. Tatum turned to me, "Have you seen Stu?"

"No? Is he why classes are suspended?" I tried to lace the panic in my voice with concern. Tatum slapped my shoulder, "No! When did you get so dumb! Why would Stu have anything to do with it?"

Cause he's a murderer..?

I masked my slip-up as quick as I could, "You never know with Stu. He could've pantsed the principal or something. You never know!"

Tatum just mumbled a small 'weirdo' under her breath. I blew out a small exhale of relief. It was a dumb and frankly bad excuse, but it worked. I just needed to find out what he or Billy had done.

Speaking of Stu, he jumped in between the three of us. He was ecstatic. My mood lightened at his presence, but I was well aware he had something to do with the suspension despite Tatum's claims.

He wrapped his arms around Tatum's and I's shoulder, "Cizzcool cause scizzool is izzout. I don't know what you did, Sidney, but on behalf of the student body, we all say thank you." Stu moved to wrap his arms around Tatum's waist as he yelled out. Other students yelled 'thank you' and 'hell yeah' at Stu's exclamation. Tatum hit him with a defensive 'Drop it, Stu.' and I connected the dots. Sidney Prescott had been attacked once more.

The action didn't turn Stu's mood around whatsoever with his celebratory excitement as he picked up Tatum like a ragdoll, "I say, impromptu party tonight, my house. Celebrate this little siesta. What do you say?"

"Are you serious?" Sidney grumbled.

Stu smacked Tatum's ass which made me uncomfortable for more than reasons than one. Stu was way better at acting like a boyfriend than Billy to the girls. I guess, that was good for them, but it was hell for me. I kicked the rubble at my feet in jealousy as Stu babbled on about the party.

He had dropped Tatum back to earth to my relief as she tried to persuade Sidney to come along. Tatum wasn't one for missing out on parties. Sidney turned to me, "Are you gonna come?"

"Probably not. Parties aren't my thing, you know? I prefer a freshly popped bag of popcorn and a movie in the privacy of my bedroom."

"You are such a loser." Tatum drawled at me. I gave her the finger. Stu, Sidney, and Tatum were all now looking at me, awaiting my response. I glanced towards Stu who was practically begging me with his eyes. With a sigh, I raised my hands up in defeat, "I'll go."

Stu wrapped his arms around me as he begun swinging my body with shouts of glee. Sidney and Tatum just rolled their eyes at his antics, and I prayed they didn't see the smitten look on my face. It was rather hard to contain my feelings with being so close to Stu.

Stu still had his arm around me as we continued walking. Tatum was still going at it with Sid who was stealing sneaky glances in my direction. I guess I was somewhat of a safe space for her after our police station interaction. I gave her a reassuring smile, trying my best to discretely give her some support.

I diverted my gaze to see Stu and Tatum being grossly, touchy. My fists clenched as I bit my lip. That was not a sight I wanted to see. I tried to focus on Sid and not Stu. He was kissing all over Tatum's neck while staring at me from his peripherals. It was as if he was taunting me because of Billy and I's make-out session last night. I gave the man a small kick to the back of the shin with a smirk. He jumped back, and I let out a snide chuckle. That's how he wanted to play the game, after all.

I turned back to Sidney as she finally indulged in coming to the party with an, "Okay, whatever." The two blondes celebrated her agreement, but an uneasy feeling had overcome me. I couldn't make out what the feeling exactly was, but I knew one thing for sure.

This party was bad news.

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sick

avengers x gn!teen!reader

platonic!peter parker x reader

requested by @sunflowerbecca : "hey! a request with the whole teen avengers thing you got gotten on haha, anyways something where the reader gets hurt or faints etc etc and then the rest of the avengers are all worried and frantic as they care for them"

summary: there was a consequence of going on a mission while you were sick

warnings: mentions of throwing up and a tiny fight with bestfriend!peter, avengers babying you as usual

word count: roughly 5k words of utter bullshit me thinks but pls do give this a read LMAO

notes: i'm sorry this took longer to write i was unexpectedly busy on the weekends but here i am i hope you enjoy this <3

"stark, you sure about this?"

"of course i'm sure, capsicle. the kids have been bugging us to let them go on a mission together. i know it's because they just want to mess around without being scolded but this is the easiest mission we've ever gotten since the avengers. besides, they've been pretty good lately so i think they deserve it. don't you guys think so?"

his question was met with approving looks all over the room, except from steve. the whole team except the teens —you and peter— were having a meeting about a simple mission that was supposed to happen that night. you and peter weren't in the meeting because you two were still at school.

it had been months since you and peter started asking the team to let you guys go on missions alone without "adult supervision". it was true that you guys wanted that just so you could do missions without feeling like you were being babysat but it was also because you guys thought that you weren't kids anymore; you could handle simple missions.

"c'mon cap, don't you want to see their face light up when we tell them they can go on this mission together, without us?" clint urged. he knew steve loved the kids, especially you, and he especially loved seeing the way your eyes would light up first before you whole face did.

"okay, fine. but if anything happens to them, you guys are to blame for."

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school had just finished and you were walking back to the tower with peter. you've been having a killer headache all day and you felt nauseous. you even went to the washroom to throw up twice today. of course you didn't tell peter because he was that type of overprotective best friend who would make you get home if you sneezed more than three times that day. all you wanted to do today was get home quick so you could sleep the sickness away.

yes, you knew you were sick. but you didn't want to tell anyone because like peter, the whole team was overprotective over you and they usually did too much when you were sick. so you avoided that by just acting like you were okay. that was going well so far since all you had to do when you get home was go to your room and tell them you stayed up late last night and needed to catch up on sleep.

of course that didn't go well.

"y/n!" you groaned when peter entered your room uninvited, immediately jumping onto your bed. "yes, pete?" you croaked. his joyful expression turned into a frown when he heard you. "what's wrong? are you okay?"

"yes, pete, i'm okay. just super sleep deprived." you lied, cringing when you felt your head throb once again. "oh.. did you..did you want to sleep? am i interrupting?" he asked, feeling bad. "no, no. it's fine, what did you want?"

"i just came to tell you that mr stark and the team are finally gonna let us go on a mission without them! there's one tonight and they're letting us go alone!" he announced excitedly. you couldn't help the small smile that appeared on your lips when he said that. his happiness was just so contagious.

"but if you wanna sleep then i'll just go with any one of them, i guess," he shrugged his shoulders with a nonchalant face but you knew he was internally begging you to come with. after all, you guys have been asking for this for the longest time.

you look at his hopeful face —one that he thought he was concealing very well— and sighed, flashing him a small smile. "fine, it's friday anyways so there's no school tomorrow. but you're buying me food tomorrow for postponing my catchup on beauty sleep," that is, if you can stomach the food, considering how you've thrown up almost anything you had for the past two days.

the thought of this mission going awry because of you being sick was almost immediately forgotten when you saw the huge smile on peter's face. he pulled you into a tight hug before letting go to jump on your bed. "we're finally gonna go on a mission alone!"

you laugh at his excitement though you wished he could lower down his volume because it was making your head hurt.

later that evening, you were in your room, sitting on the bed after having just finished putting on your suit when a knock was heard. after telling the person to come in, you met eyes with a certain blond haired super-soldier.

"hey, y/n." he greets, sitting down beside you. "hey, steve," you responded with a weak voice. he turned to you with a frown and you knew what was coming. "i'm fine, steve. i already had this conversation with pete. i just need sleep but i can get that after this mission. i'm not gonna be fine though if you wake me up at the crack of dawn to train when you know i just had a late night mission." you sassed, causing him to chuckle.

"okay, fine. i'm just worried about you two. you sure you're gonna be fine? don't need me to come along?" he asked, concern written all over his face.

"yes, steve. pete's been wanting a mission without you old folks for the longest time and i'm not gonna disappoint him by making you come along. we'll be fine, stevie. we're not little kids, we're avengers. we can handle finding a random chip in an abandoned building," you reasoned with him.

"it's not a rando— you know what? just be back home safe, okay kiddo?" he ruffled your hair, earning him a playful glare from you.

the swing trip to the mission location had you even more nauseous than you were earlier today and earlier today was worse than yesterday when the symptoms of your fever all started. you almost let go of peter because your body felt weak and now you were getting an earful from the boy.

"y/n, what were you thinking?! you could've gotten hurt!" he scolded you. you only looked down in guilt, biting the inside of your cheeks. "can we not do this now? let's talk about this back at the tower tomorrow," you waved him off, already beginning to feel the pounding headache getting worse. you started to walk ahead but then he gripped your upper arm, effectively halting you in your steps.

"y/n, if i hadn't grabbed onto you tighter the last minute, you could've plummeted 100 feet down to your death! did you know how scared i was?" his voice cracked and you immediately felt bad.

"you know you need to hold on too when i'm swinging us both! why'd you do that?" he yelled at you and you had to press onto your temple because of the headache that was steadily getting worse.

"look, pete, i'm really sorry about that, okay? that was unintentional but if you're gonna berate me over that, can you do that back at the tower?" you sighed, trying to shrug his grip off your arm but he kept it.

"you don't know the true weight of your actions, do you? you could've died, y/n! how do you think i would feel? being the reason my best friend died? having to go on with life without you? i can't lose you, y/n!" at this point, you could tell he was crying under his mask.

you felt bad. you knew you shouldn't have agreed to go on this mission knowing that you had been sick for the past two days. but you couldn't have let the opportunity pass. you couldn't bear to see peter disappointed after waiting for this moment for the longest time ever. but standing here, looking down as peter yelled at you while crying, you were starting to think that it was better to just see his disappointment. anything was better than seeing your best friend cry.

"pete, i truly am sorry. i love you and i would never leave you. but can we please get this mission over and done with so we can get back to the tower as soon as possible? we'll talk about this later," you told him and you immediately felt him let go of your arm.

"okay, fine! since you wanna get the mission done so bad, let's do it! i'll take the east side of the building and you'll take west. we'll split up so can find the goddamn chip quicker. that's what you want right?" and before you could say anything, the boy was already out of your sight.

you tried to keep your tears at bay but when that was the first huge argument you had with your best friend, it was kind of an impossible task.

so with your weak muscles and a breakdown that caused your headache to get even worse, you slowly trudged the west side of the building, looking for that stupid chip that the team wanted you to find.

you were beginning to think that the only reason the team sent you both here was because to find a tiny little chip in a huge abandoned building was like finding a needle in a haystack; definitely not something adults like them could bear to do.

but it obviously wouldn't have mattered to you and peter since you guys could do it peacefully without being pestered every two minutes about your whereabouts during missions. it obviously wouldn't have mattered to you and peter because if that argument hadn't broken out, you two would be enjoying each others company as you looked for the chip together. you could've been singing and joking around like you two wanted to. but of course that couldn't happen because of you.

you stopped in your tracks when a particularly harsh wave of migraine hit you, causing you to lean against the wall. your vision blurred as you tried hard to clear it but it wouldn't. your throat was dry and it made you think; when was the last time you drank water? you barely had energy in you from skipping meals due to your inability to stomach them.

now you were actually regretting coming on this mission. the last thing you saw was the dirty walls decorated with spray painted graffiti.

"oh my god, is this it? KAREN, is this it?" peter asked his built in AI. "yes, peter, this chip matches the picture that mr stark sent you."

"yes!" he cheered, grabbing the chip and storing it safely. "this mission probably would've been a lot more fun if y/n and i weren't fighting. we would've had so much fun. these walls had countless of stuff we could've laughed and joked about." the boy sighed before pressing a finger to his comms.

"hey i uh, i found the chip. where are you? we can go now." he said, waiting for you to respond. but you didn't. "c'mon, y/n, it's been two hours. you can't still be giving me the silent treatment, are you?"

silence.

"look, i'm sorry for lashing out on you but like you said, let's settle this at the tower. tell me where you are. i'll come get you and we can swing back as soon as possible."

silence.

"goddamnit, y/n! answer me!" he huffed out in annoyance. and when he was met with silence once again, he decided to have KAREN do a scan.

"y/n is at the exact same spot you landed on two hours ago." KAREN showed him the scan of the building and highlighted where you guys landed on two hours ago. he felt his heart race when you seemed to be lying on the ground, motionless.

"what's wrong with them, KAREN? why is y/n lying on the floor?" he asked in concern as he sped up to where you were. "y/n seems to have lost consciousness. according to FRIDAY, they have been showing symptoms of a high fever since yesterday."

peter cursed as he ran towards you when he saw you from afar. how could he have not noticed that you were sick? and it wasn't a simple cold but a high fever. now he was the one who felt bad. he should've suspected it from how different you had been acting since yesterday. that must've also been the reason you couldn't hold on to him properly.

he immediately crouched down to you when he reached you, examining your body for any external injuries. he cringed when he saw dried blood on the side of your forehead. you must've scraped it upon impact on the rough concrete.

"how long have they been out?" he asked KAREN as he picked you up. he proceeded to web you onto his body as extra precaution in case he accidentally let go while he swung. "approximately 2 hours, peter. right after you stormed away angrily."

"okay, KAREN, there's no need to make me feel bad. can you call mr stark?" peter asks the AI as he frantically swings you both back to the tower.

"kid? what's up? did you find the chip?" peter could hear the background rock music being lowered down and from the metal on metal clanking, he could tell tony was in his lab.

"i did but can you, uh, please get medic ready?" he was breathless as he kept swinging from building to building all while holding onto your unconscious body. immediately the metal tinkering sounds as well as the music completely stopped.

"what happened, kid? are you alright?"

"i'm okay, mr stark. it's y/n. they fainted." he told the man. "fainted?" the man exclaimed. "what happened? how long were they out?" he urged the boy and peter could hear that he was walking quickly and he assumed it was to get the medic team ready and to inform them of the situation.

"2 hours," he admitted quietly as he landed on the tower's hangar. "i'm here. i'm bringing them down now." he ran down towards the hospital wing with you in his arms.

once he reached down, he was met with the team waiting, worry etched onto their faces. wanda was the first to notice him and peter saw that her eyes were teary. before he could say anything though, the medic team appeared and proceeded to cut off his webs wrapping you to him. they immediately put you onto the stretcher and they wheeled you into the room, peter's gaze lingering on your unconscious self once he took off his mask.

"what happened out there, kid?" sam asked softly when peter slid down against the wall, staring expressionlessly at the wall across of him. "peter."

"we had a fight, okay!" he let out, taking the team by surprise because he was always such a calm and patient boy. they had never seen him this angry or upset since they first met him.

"we were swinging and their grip on me loosened so i got mad at them. but they kept pushing the matter aside like it wasn't a big deal, like it wasn't a life or death situation so i lashed out and decided that we should split up to look for the stupid chip since they wanted to get back to the tower so bad." he explained, eyes red as he had been crying a lot that night.

"i tried apologising like ten minutes after but y/n didn't respond so i assumed they were giving me the silent treatment but i found them unconscious two hours later. i'm so sorry," he apologised, breaking down as he put his face in between his knees to avoid looking at the team. they were probably mad at him for letting this happen to you.

"kid, why are you apologising? it's not your fault,"

he slowly lifted his head up, to meet the kind smiles of the team. "because the only reason y/n probably went on this mission was because they knew how much i wanted this. they put their own well-being aside just to make me happy and all i did was lash out at them."

"how were you supposed to know y/n had a high fever? we all didn't know either. it's not like we spend every waking hour with th—" clint was immediately cut off when nat nudged him with her elbow. peter had an unamused expression on his face. everyone knew you and peter were practically attached at the hip, always having training, and not to mention, school together. you two even spent your free time together.

"what clint means," nat glared at the archer. "is that it doesn't matter how much time or how little time we spend with y/n. that kid is stubborn as a bull. they could literally have been shot and we wouldn't know until we actually see the wound. my point is, y/n's the type that doesn't want to worry us. and you're their best friend, they knew how much you wanted this mission so that's probably why they didn't tell you. you can't blame yourself for this, peter."

"i know but they did this for me and i got mad at them. they're a much better friend to me than i am to them." peter dropped his head back down between his knees.

before any of them could respond, doctor cho approached them. "as you all know, they have a high fever. i suggest you all come visit tomorrow because they most probably won't wake until then."

"okay, will do. thank you, doc." the doctor smiled before excusing herself. peter then got up to go back to his room to wash up after handing tony the chip.

tony could only sigh when he looked at the boy's back that was growing smaller as he walked farther away.

the next day, you woke up with a terrible headache but you had gotten used to it from the past two mornings.

"good, you're awake. how do you feel?"

you squinted to get used to the bright lighting and your gaze settled on the female doctor by your bed with a clipboard. "like shit." you croaked out. she chuckled. "that's expected. your fever has calmed down now, do you feel anything else?"

"this headache makes me want to rip my head out and i feel weak." she nodded, jotting down on her clipboard. "okay. that's all i needed to know. you should come to us if you're ever unwell, y/n." you gave her a guilty smile before nodding.

"there's a glass of water on the table if you want. the team wants to see you so i'll send them in?" you nodded and she left to bring them in. you looked at the bedside table, seeing the glass of water she mentioned and only now you realised how dry your throat had been. how you managed to verbally respond to doctor cho, you didn't know.

you slowly reached out for it, struggling because your whole body felt weak. "y/n! stay in bed, i'll get it for you." you heard a stern voice scold and you immediately fell limp on the bed.

before you knew it, steve was already by your side with the glass of water. he held your face in one hand while the other held the glass near your mouth. you smiled gratefully and took your time drinking the water, having been dehydrated before you passed out.

"you're still burning up," he noted, settling down on the chair beside you. the rest sat down too and you couldn't be bothered to ask how the heck were there so many chairs in the room. "how are you feeling, y/n/n?" bruce asked, sitting down across steve.

"like shit." you repeated your answer to doctor cho. before steve could open his mouth to tell you to watch your language, you turned to him with a bored look and a raised eyebrow, causing him to close his mouth immediately. boy, were you scary when you weren't about to take anyone's shit.

"why didn't you tell us you were sick, bubs?" wanda pouted, fixing your hair that you were sure looked like a bird's nest at the moment.

"i didn't want to worry you guys. you're adults who have much more important things to worry about. a kid throwing up and experiencing headaches shouldn't be your priority." you admitted, subconsciously playing with nat's fingers. she had gotten used to you doing that when you were nervous or overwhelmed so she let you.

"what are you talking about, y/n?" she held onto your hand, stoping your movements. "anything related to your safety and well-being is a priority to us. you had us worried sick last night, bub." she looked down at you with soft eyes, releasing her grip on your hands so you could continue playing with her fingers.

"yes, you worried us lots, y/n. wanda would not stop crying last night when she heard what happened." vision said, prompting a smack from said woman and a hushed 'vis!'.

"i'm sorry, guys. i initially was just going to stay in my room until i got better but when peter told me about the mission, i couldn't bear to say no to him. he was so happy about it and i didn't want to disappoint him. and i thought i could take it because it literally was the simplest mission ever. but the breakdown i had after our argument was physically draining and i guess i couldn't take it. i'm sorry. god, i only didn't want to disappoint peter but now i've disappointed you guys too." you bit the inside of your cheek to control your emotions, not wanting to seem even weaker in front of these adult superheroes.

"you didn't disappoint us, y/n/n," bucky started. "you've done so well, you've made us proud and you keep making us proud. we just wish you would tell us when you're sick or you just need someone. you don't have to keep everything to yourself. what are we here for? we love you and we're willing to do anything for you. you're our baby." he ruffled your hair and you give him a tired smile. "i'll keep that in mind."

"do you want anything to eat?" sam asked and you paused, trying to figure out whether you would be able to stomach some food or not. "you know what? i'm gonna go and make you some porridge right now. don't move." he told you, as if you could move with these overprotective heroes surrounding your bed.

almost immediately after, wanda got up too. "i'm going to make sure he doesn't burn the kitchen down." she said, leaving the room after a small peck to the side of your head. vision then left too after wishing you a speedy recovery. only bucky, steve, natasha and bruce were left.

"y/n, you know you can come to us if you're sick, right? i know you and you probably think you're troubling doctor cho if you go to her despite it being her job. but we're family, you can come to us anytime. you always help me when with 'the other guy' and you help everyone with basically anything they could possibly need so why wouldn't we do the same for you? you out of everyone in this tower deserves the most." your eyes watered at his speech. you pouted and looked at him with your doe eyes, making the rest of the team internally coo at how adorable you looked.

"bruce," you lower lip jutted out even more as you opened your arms for a hug which he happily accepted. "hey where's clint, tony and pete?" you asked them once you let go of bruce.

"clint went out to get your favourite smoothie from that place you always talk about even though i told him already that you probably don't want it since you're sick." natasha explained. "aw, i think i'm gonna drink it solely because clint made an effort to get it for me."

"you're too nice, bub. but expect it in an hour or so because i know for sure that idiot somehow got himself lost trying to find that shop." you chuckled at this, leaning back against your propped up pillow. "what about tony and pete?"

"peter feels really bad about this whole situation so tony is trying to cheer him up. wait," steve stopped mid-explanation, turning to the rest. "stark told us to get him when y/n's up..." he trailed off and bucky's eyes widened. "he's gonna kill us for him not being the first person y/n sees when they wake up."

"FRIDAY, inform stark that y/n is awake."

"oh yeah he has an AI why couldn't he just tell the AI to inform him instead of us forgetful humans?" bucky questioned rhetorically and before they knew it, they heard frantic screaming and thudding of footsteps before the door was open.

"my baby! you're awake!" was the first thing you heard when the door slammed open. tony rushed in, pushing bruce away as he immediately pulled you into a hug. "you're still burning up, cupcake. have you had anything to eat yet? drank any water yet? here have some water," he grabbed the glass of water steve helped you drink earlier and did exactly what steve did. you had no choice but to drink.

"sam's making them porridge," nat told tony and he turned to her with an incredulous look. "wanda's helping." she added and he sighed out in relief before turning back to you.

"cupcake, you had us all worried last night. please don't ever do that again, okay?" he said, gently caressing your cheek. you gave him an awkward smile. "where's peter?"

"he's taking a swing. he says it helps clear his mind," tony said. "how are you doing here? nice room? comfy bed?" he pointed to the bed you were on.

"i'd much rather be in my own room, on my own bed." and without a warning, steve already had you in his arms while tony went to go tell doctor cho that you were being moved. the blond super-soldier started walking while natasha walked closely behind, dragging your IV drip along so it doesn't get ripped out of your arm.

when you reached your room, you were gently put down on your bed and steve fixed your blanket so it was covering you. "comfy?" he asked and you nodded with a big smile.

"i have to finish some stuff up down the lab," bruce said and you nodded at him with a pout. "i'll come back sometime later, though. you better be resting up all day." he warned jokingly. he ruffled your hair, planting a kiss on your forehead before leaving your room.

"can you tell pete that i want to see him when he comes back?" you told tony and he immediately sent out a text to your best friend.

after about an hour of just steve, nat and tony entertaining you, sam came back with wanda with the porridge and tony insisted that he feed you or you he wasn't going to let you see peter.

"alright, bub, i think you should really get some rest now. you can barely keep your eyes open," nat says, already getting up with your empty bowl of porridge. "we'll tell spiderboy you're asleep."

"okay," you mumbled, eyes already fluttering shut. you felt every single one of them give you a forehead kiss and then you were out like light.

when you woke up later that day, you felt much better than you did the last time you woke up. you decided that you now had enough energy to take a quick shower so you did. once you were done, you dried your hair while humming to a random song before the door opening interrupted you.

your eyes met with peter's guilty ones. "h–hey, you're awake," he stated and you nodded with a small smile, sitting on your bed and peter doing the same.

"look, y/n/n, i'm really sorry about what happened. i shouldn't have lashed out on you witho—"

"pete," you cut him off. "don't apologise. i'd be mad too if you did something as stupid as that." you reasoned. "yeah but it's not like you did it on purpose! you had a valid reason and i got mad at you for it." he spoke in frustration.

"dude, stop. i'm the one who's supposed to be sorry. i should've just told you i was sick. but i didn't want to upset you because you've been waiting for this for the longest time. but i ruined it for you. i'm sorry, pete." you rested your head on his shoulder and he rested his on top of yours.

"i wanna say that i'm the one at fault but then this conversation won't end until like next week so let's just say we're both at fault, yeah? you need to start telling people what's happening with you and i need to be better at reading you." he said, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into a hug. you hugged him back. "okay."

the door then opened, revealing bucky with his stupid shit-eating grin and you knew what was coming. you let go of peter and immediately you were lifted off the bed and over bucky's shoulders as he excitedly chanted about team movie night.

the night was spent watching a movie with the team you considered your family and them pampering you even more than they usually did (which, frankly, was still too much) since you were sick.

and right when the movie ended and everyone was preparing to head in, the door to the common room slammed open and a disheveled clint entered, holding a single cup of smoothie.

"got your smoothie, y/n/n!"

#avengers #avengers x teen!reader #peter parker x reader #tony stark x teen!reader #steve rogers x teen!reader #natasha romanoff x teen!reader #bruce banner x teen!reader #clint barton x teen!reader #sam wilson x teen!reader #wanda maximoff x teen!reader #avengers fluff #avengers x reader #fluff #bucky barnes x teen!reader

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Despair

Yuu bitterly remembered the conversation from this morning, "After going through some ancient scripts I found in the library, I was able to find this...Earth place you spoke of. And briefly speaking, I am afraid going back there is impossible no matter what portal you use to travel." Crowly uttered the dreaded words

" Why?! If there was a way to come here then there must be a way to go back?

Crowley shook his head slowly with a (obviously fake) melancholy look on his face

"Unfortunately this world of yours contains no magic, therefore pinpointing its location is simply not possible. Portals like the mirror of darkness can locate other worlds as long as there is a magical signal to trace and yours has none. However, like every world out there, portals are bound to open by themselves sometimes even in a non-magical world like yours and that's how you were able to cross unto here."

"Then I just...have to wait for another portal to open ,right?"

"Every 100-200 years a portal opens in your world whisking away something or someone every time. Can you live that long? Rather, would you want to go back after all that time? Things will never be the same. You are but a mortal human after all.

Dread filled Yuu as she tried to digest this new information. This wasn't fair, she had done nothing wrong, she wasn't evil and yet everything she ever loved was taken from right under her nose just like that. The girl quietly muttered

"Then tell me this, why was I brought here by this college's carriage? Rather than whisked away that sounds more like kidnapped to me." Her voice was filled with bitterness

" T..that I still do not know..but not to worry for I will..

"DON'T MESS WITH ME!! DO YOU REALIZE THAT YOU'VE RUINED MY LIFE!!" The girl screamed while tears streamed down her face. She was alone, utterly alone in this alien magical cruel world. How many times did she almost die? How many overblots did she deal with? She might've looked fine on the outside, but she wasn't!! The only thing that helped her keep her fine facade of composure was hope that one day......that soon enough, she will find her way back home..to her family..back to her perfect happy peaceful life. But apparently.......that was never possible in the first place. The girl miserably covered her crying face.

"I have no future here in Twisted wonderland, nor can I go back home!" The the non-magical miserable crying girl's screaming ceased to a whisper "What...What am I supposed to do now? What do I do?" She was lost and confused, for the helplessness has consumed her being.

"F..for now let's calm down, okay prefect? I am sure we can find something that..Prefect!"

The prefect bolted out of the headmaster's office and ran to her old run down dorm.

................

And that brings us to now. Hours later after classes finished.

"Feels kinda nice to get all those pesky tears out of my system" Yuu muttered sitting on the ground and leaning against the walls of her room.

"Oi yuu, get out already! What's with you today? " grim's voice sounded outside their room but the girl gave no response "seriously what's with her?" Yuu could hear grim's fading footsteps.

For the next few days, yuu was nowhere to be seen at school which extremely worried her friends.

"Hey grim, aren't you two partners?!" Ace shouted with a worried look

"That's right! Did she really not tell you anything?!" Deuce added with as much worry

"How would I know!" Grim cried out looking annoyed "No matter how many times I ask, she just keeps blankly staring without saying a word"

"Sometimes it..it makes me feel like she's someone else, it's kinda scary you know!

"No choice then, we'll have to go there and ask her ourselves!" Ace and Deuce walked towards the Ramshakle dorm confident and determined to find out why their friend was so out-of-sorts.

..............................................

"YUU! WHERE ARE YOU? Ace shouted in the empty Ramshashakle dorm, but then the prefect with her disheveled appearance and PJs appeared looking....well like she's been crying for quite a long time.

"Quit yelling, you're gonna bust my eardrums." Yuu replied with an annoyed huff "what do you guys want?

"We're worried about you you know, you didn't come to school today or yesterday or the day before. What's going on with you?" deuce worriedly said

"Also your...eyes, have you been.....crying?" Ace whispered the last part. What could have possibly made her like this he thought to himself. Nothing quite noteworthy has happened this past week so what on earth? But he could find no answer.

"I'll be coming in tomorrow so...you guys can go now" the girl said with a melancholy look on her face, but Ace was having none of it.

"Sorry but I can't do that" Ace stubbornly stood and crossed his arms

"We came here to help you and that's what we're gonna do" determination was present on Deuce's face, determination to help a friend

"I SAID GO !!" The trio flinched "Please just..just go okay, you'll see me tomorrow anyway. I'll be okay then." Yuu faked a smiled laced with sadness

As they hesitantly backed off, Ace left with a "when you're ready to talk about it, we'll listen 'kay"

Yuu smiled gratefully "thanks you guys, I appreciate it. Really"

True to her word, yuu showed up at school the next day but....she wasn't quite herself. She was always seen either deep in thought, spacing out or frowning. While her friends were worried, all their tries to get her to open up were futile. However, her friends were not the only ones who noticed. That includes the...fearsome leech twins.

"Ne ne Jade, have you noticed how strange Koebi-chan has been acting lately."

"Indeed I have, it appears something has been on her mind lately"

"Right right, and she became like that after skipping school those other few days. I wonder what happened~" Jade and Floyd looked at each other then smirked

"This just won't do, as her senpai we must immediately hurry to her aid " Jade said faking a sad understanding look

"Everytime we get involved with Koebi-chan something interesting always happens~! " Floyd continued excitedly

Note: So this is really just a little try at writing for Twisted Wonderland and I might continue. Regardless, I hope you've enjoyed it.😁

#Twisted Wonderland #Floyd Leech #Jade Leech #Ace Trappola #Deuce Spade #Grim #Female Yuu #Crowley #Short Story

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No Escape

You wanted to start a new life but your old one wasn’t done with you just yet

Osamu x runaway!reader

a piece i wrote for @sugawara-sweetheart ‘s decadence collab

a/n: heavily inspired by my time working at a restaurant minus the hot boss bit. using Kobe as the location of Miya Onigiri

tw: smut, assault, implied imprisonment

wc: 1.8k+

It’s only been three months since you ran away to Kobe but you’re already settling comfortably into your new life.

The studio you’re renting is tiny and the faint smell of mildew doesn’t leave no matter how much baking soda and vinegar you use to clean the walls and floors—you can’t stand the smell of bleach. Nevertheless, it’s warm and inviting after a long day at work when all you want to do is collapse on your bed to give your weary legs a break. Most importantly, it’s your home and no one is there to lock you in while taking away the key.

Your work is hands-down the best thing about your life. There is no where you’d rather be than in a hot kitchen with sweat dripping down your face as you chop ingredients, sauté vegetables, and plate your creations. It all started with a home economics class in high school that led you into accepting a scholarship to a culinary school that you attended for a year before your life was turned upside down by—

“Y/N! The order! Is it done?”

Your head snaps up to find your boss Osamu Miya drumming his fingers on the counter as he stares you down, thick brows knitted together. You suck in a breath and dart your eyes down to the three onigiri that have yet to be coated with Furikake seasoning. Swiftly, you press the seasoning onto the rice balls before handing the plate over to your boss.

“Done!”

Osamu looks up from the plate and lets his eyes linger on you before nodding wordlessly and taking the food to the customer. It’s a busy Friday evening and you’re understaffed again so Osamu’s waiting tables while you’re working the kitchen along with two other cooks. The orders pile up on the line and adrenaline courses through your veins as you dart around the kitchen gathering ingredients and dodging your coworkers.

Shifts like these drain all your energy and by the time the clock hits 10pm, your legs feel as if they’ll fall off at any moment. Still, you don’t mind the hectic rushes during the day because they keep you from revisiting the painful memories you keep buried away in the darkest recesses of your mind.

Cleaning up after a long busy shift is the hardest part about working at a restaurant like Onigiri Miya. The building is old and the unwelcome critters like to come out at night, so Osamu is quite anal about storing ingredients and cleaning.

It’s not that you hate cleaning but obsessive cleanliness makes your blood run cold and your throat close up until you can’t breathe. It takes you back to that pristine home that became your own personal hell.

You’re scrubbing the outside of the huge metal rice cooker when one of your coworkers lets out a yelp which is followed by the sound of splashing water. The acrid fumes of bleach assault your nose and you look down to see your shoes covered with the cleaning agent.

The scrub sponge slips from your hand as a wave of nausea sweeps over you. Bile rises up your throat and you grip onto the nearby wall to get on your feet before staggering to the bathroom.

The flickering lights of the dingy bathroom distort your vision further but you make a beeline to the sink regardless. You turn on the hot water and pump a ridiculous amount of soap before frantically rubbing your hands together until your skin is red and raw. Your heart hammers inside your heaving chest and hot tears blur your vision as the voice that haunts your nightmares rings in your ears.

Filthy

Dirty

Gross

You’ll never be clean without me

You nearly jump out of your skin when a heavy hand lands on your shoulder. Every muscle in your body tenses painfully and a single thought echoes in your head like a mantra.

He found me

But it isn’t him. It’s Osamu forcing you to face him as his fingers dig into your shoulders. Suddenly, you can breathe again and you deflate like a balloon.

“You’re okay, Y/N. I got you.” His rich voice never fails to calm you down during your panic attacks and you wonder how you ever got so lucky to have him as a boss and—

He pulls you to him, pressing his lips against yours in an abrupt kiss. He coaxes you to submit with every languid stroke of his tongue, every touch that burns through your clothes, every groan that rumbles in his chest. Your body always resists him at first and you wonder if it’s due to the wounds of your past that still feel fresh or the inappropriateness of your relationship because Osamu is your boss. Those thoughts eventually melt away along with your resistance and you open up to him in more ways than one.

It’s your first time at his flat but you don’t see much of it because he has you against his front door as soon as you cross the threshold. His lips latch on to your sensitive neck, swiping his teeth against your skin and littering it with marks. It isn’t until his hand buries itself inside your undone pants that your lustful haze dampens.

“W-we shouldn’t be doing this.”

Your protest falls on deaf ears as Osamu palms your throbbing clit and pushes two long digits into your needy cunt. A jolt of pleasure runs through your body and you grasp at his shoulders, hair, and back while he pumps his fingers at a fast but steady pace.

From your previous trysts at the restaurant, Osamu already knows his way around the fleshy walls of your cunt and aims toward that spot that has you coming undone in minutes. You’re keening and holding on to him for dear life when your release washes over you and covers his entire hand and wrist. Like clockwork, shame and terror take root and a cruel husky voice embedded in your memory resurfaces.

Dirty

That one word is all it takes for you to unlatch yourself from Osamu and glance at the mess you’ve made. You’re trembling like a leaf waiting for a heavy hand to send you across the floor or for harsh fingers to grip your hair to throw you like a ragdoll, but Osamu isn’t him so he brings his two fingers to his mouth and licks them clean; his eyes locked onto yours the entire time.

That single action is what breaks down any lingering walls that still stood between you and your boss and you rush at him planting a hungry kiss on his lips, savoring the taste of your cum still on them. He matches your fervent kiss and leads you to his bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing in your wake.

You end up on his lap with his cock buried inside your messy cunt and you see stars with every upward thrust of his hips. He latches his mouth onto a nipple and suckles on it until it’s red and throbbing before switching to the other.

“S-Samu! Ah-”

He bites down on your nipple and it’s the explosion of pain that drives you over the edge—the way your body was trained to do. Your fleshy walls convulse around his cock and cum gushes out of you coating your conjoined bodies.

“Fuck-”

Osamu curses and buries his teeth into your shoulder as hot spurts of semen shoot into your womb and fill you up to the brim. The two of you cling onto each other as the aftershocks of your orgasms subside. There’s a stinging pain coming from your breast and shoulder and you know without looking that he’s drawn blood.

But you’re used to it and at least Osamu doesn’t kick you off him and call you a filthy whore.

He eventually pulls you into bed with him but the itching need to clean yourself overwhelms you.

“We should clean ourselves up.” You suggest, pushing against his chest to no avail.

“Later,” he mumbles and tightens his hold until there’s no space between you. “How about you stay the night?”

It’s posed as a question but it’s more like a statement especially since he has no intention of letting you go. There’s a foreboding tightness in your chest but Osamu presses a loving kiss on the top of your head and you forget all about it.

You wake up to the sound of male voices but a husky voice stands out from the others. It’s a voice you know all too well because it haunts you night and day. Your blood runs cold when you realize he’s in the bedroom conversing with two other people and your heart shatters when you hear Osamu. You keep your eyes closed praying that they leave the room so you can figure something out but the conversation suddenly stops.

“I know you’re awake, Y/N.”

A cold hand sweeps a strand of your hair to the side and the nauseating smell of hand sanitizer has bile rising up your throat.

In a bout of madness, you launch a pillow at Kiyoomi Sakusa and make a break for the door. You take a couple of steps before two pairs of hands stop you. It’s Osamu and a man who looks just like him who hold you down while you struggle against them like a wild animal.

“YOU FUCKING BASTARDS! LET ME GO! LET M-”

Sakusa’s hand goes up and then there’s a loud crack followed by throbbing pain on the side of your face. Even with your blurry vision you can still make out the disgust on Sakusa’s face as he watches you cough up blood.

“It doesn’t matter how loud you are. No one will come for you.”

He crouches down in front of you and his lips twitch in amusement as you struggle against Osamu and his twin brother. Cold black eyes examine your face before his hand digs into his pocket and takes out a handkerchief.

“I thought I lost you forever, Y/N. Thankfully, Miya introduced me to his brother who just so happened to know a certain girl from Tokyo with a mysterious past.” He wipes the blood off your face and watches the fight in your eyes die out with every word he utters.

“You don’t know how worried I was when I came home and you weren’t in your room.”

Your stomach lurches when he brings his face to your head and inhales your scent the way he always did since your high school days when you didn’t think anything of it. You curse the day you ever decided to befriend Sakusa.

“You’ll have to be punished, of course, but I promised Osamu I wouldn’t be too harsh with you. After all, you’ll belong to the three of us now.”

As if on cue, Osamu presses a wet kiss on your cheek and memories of last night cause hot angry tears to stream down your face. You were foolish to trust Osamu but even more foolish to think you could ever escape you captor.

#osamu x reader #haikyuu smut #osamu smut #osamu x y/n #hq smut #osamu #miya osamu #haikyuu fanfic #hq fanfic #haikyuu scenarios #hq scenarios #tw: smut #tw: assault #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa #sweetheart decadence #navs.hq #hqintheclub

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imagine-lcorp · 3 years

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Make You Feel My Love (One Shot)

MarvelsDC22 1K CELEBRATION!!!

Prompt

Person A falls through thin ice into sub zero water; person B rescues them and tries different remedies to prevent hypothermia.

A/N: Hello my dears!!! long time no see, but here I am once again and this time with a little piece celebrating my little rascal @marvelsdc22 since she reached the wonderful follower count of 1K!!!!!! She’s awesome, amazing and so so great, so go follow!!! and please enjoy this little piece I wrote for her writing challenge (hope you enjoy it too lil rascal). So here it is, thank you all for your patience and let me know what you think! love y’all!!!

Lena Luthor x R//Word Count: 3, 515

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When you invited Lena to your little cabin in the woods, the last thing you expected was for her to actually accept the invitation.

Not that you didn't want her to come but, after you uttered such invitation, you had realized just how awkward and creepy it sounded. You had been quick to explain your little cabin was in fact located within a little compound, around a small lake other little cabins shared.

"I would love to." She had said after listening to your little rambling, with a little smile forming in her face as you tried not to blush too hard.

Now there you were, trying to open the now stuck wooden door of the shack.

It was an early morning during the late winter when you made the trip but it was colder than you had expected it to be. There had been a couple of snowstorms a few days back and everything around was covered in snow. Fortunately, the roads had been cleared of snow and you had no trouble reaching your place, but the cabin had also been covered by snow and icicles. The door was stuck by it all and you kept pushing with your shoulder, and hoping the inside of your cabin wasn't a complete mess inside.

"Need some help?" Lena's voice startled you for a moment.

You turned around, watching as she approached you with your bags in hand. You had told her you would go to help her with them as soon as you opened the door but it seemed you were taking a bit more than expected.

"It's alright." You struggled for a moment, feeling your shoulder ache as you tried pushing the door once more.

With that and a little grunt, the door opened and you smiled triumphantly as you looked back at Lena.

"Uh, welcome to my crib?" You shrugged and Lena chuckled.

"Thank you." She handed you your bags.

You took a quick look around, noticing the little dust particles dancing with the rays of sunlight.

"Sorry if it is a bit dusty inside. It's been a while since the last time I came."

"When was the last time?" She stepped in and observed the place were you were supposed to spend five days together.

There was a big sofa, with a couple of cushions and colorful blankets, placed in front of a little fireplace. A big Persian rug adorned the floor between them and the walls around had paintings hanging from them. She followed as you walked inside and placed your bags in the floor except for the big one.

"Almost a year." You said walking through a short hallway Lena noticed lead to the kitchen. She left her bags along with yours and followed you.

You opened the big bag and started to fill the couple of pantries with the groceries you had bought for the trip. Cans of food, bags of snacks, bottles of water, and some more.

"A year? Doesn't look like it." She went to your side and started to take a couple of items of her own, helping you put them in their place.

"Well, I lend it to my friends from time to time or rent it for the holidays."

"So, you let a lot of people in here?" Lena questioned with a raised brow. "Strangers?"

"Sometimes." You thought for a moment before leaving a couple of snacks back in the bag. Only then you realized you missed a safety protocol.

For the past couple of years, since you have known each other, you had known Lena to be very cautious about the places she frequented. She wanted to make sure no one around was in danger, including herself, and that everywhere she went had at least an emergency exit in case she needed one. She always worried about people.

Your cabin, however, was surrounded by miles and miles of woods, had a lake in the yard, and the neighbor next door was at least ten minutes away from you. There was no emergency exit and practically no one around to help you if you turned into someone's target. You were living in a place for terror movies, of course she was worried you let strangers inside.

"Uh, I should check if everything is okay."

"We can go check after we're done with this." Your heard Lena chuckle again. "Don't worry, (Y/N)."

"You sure? I mean, I could make a quick scan or-"

"(Y/N), really, I'm sure there are no hidden dangers here. I was a bit surprised you would let other people stay here."

"Oh, okay." You said taking the last couple of food cans and opening one of the pantries. "It's just that, if there's someone else here, I can keep the cabin in good shape."

"Instead of leaving it abandoned, you get some money from it, right?" Lena smiled. "Who would have thought you were an entrepreneur of your own."

"Well, I may have picked a few things from you." You finished putting everything in place and closed the pantries. "But I think I still should check around, make sure everything is in place, and then we could light the fireplace. How does that sound?"

"Fine by me." Lena nodded. "But we should light the fireplace first, I can't feel my fingers." She raised her hands, showing you how her fingertips were slowly turning purple.

You made a horrified face and quickly went to grab some matches. Thankfully, the last visitors you had were kind enough to restock your little woodpile and leave some fuel. In a matter of minutes, the living room was filled with the comforting warmth of the fire and you and Lena sat for a moment in the sofa getting used to it.

You talked for a moment, mostly you, about the things you could try while you were there, which were essentially hiking, chopping wood for the fire, leaning how to cook with little food, and spend your days close to the fire.

"I know there isn't much to do, but that's the idea. Peace and quiet for a few days." You said pulling your head back to rest it on the sofa.

"It may not be much but that's all I need. I was starting to feel suffocated with all that was happening." Lena looked sad for a moment before leaning and taking your hand in hers. "Thank you again for inviting me."

You tried not to blush at the contact, remind yourself you and Lena were friends, close friends now, that were in the middle of the woods, sharing a little cottage for a week. Just the two of you. Alone. Nothing extraordinary. Something friends did all the time.

"Yeah, anytime." You said smiling and even when Lena noticed the redness in your cheeks, knowing perfectly it wasn't because of the cold, she smiled too. "Should we check the house now?"

"Sure." She said and you both stood from your seats.

First you searched the living room, where nothing seemed out of the ordinary. You even remembered it being exactly that way since the last time you had been there. You moved then into the kitchen, although you had already filled the pantries with food and snacks, there wasn't much to look into. Next, there were a couple of rooms, placed behind the living room and the kitchen and separated by the hallway. There was a bed in each one and Lena was a bit disappointed when you told her you would have your own rooms.

"No need to share a bed." You laughed a bit awkwardly and moved to check under one of the beds.

"Alright." She replied with a small sigh that you could hear.

You would have wanted to ask what that sigh meant but thought best of it. "All clear."

"Good."

You stood and walked to the door. "Alright, so, uh, this is your room and I don't know, I still haven't showed you the lake so maybe we could go for a while after we unpack."

"Okay, I like how that sounds." Lena said meeting you at the door. She was a bit closer to you than you would have expected and you felt your heart skip a beat. "Let's go for our bags."

"Right." You moved to the side and walked with Lena to the main door, unaware of the grin that had formed in her face. You took your bags and headed back to your rooms.

An hour later, you were out of the cabin, walking through the dirt road that lead to the shore of the lake. You had to kick your way through the snow that had accumulated around but you managed. The lake itself was frozen, the blue and white of the surface contrasting with the clear blue sky and the dark brown trees. The light reflected on it, making everything around brighter. It reminded you a bit of Lena's smile.

"It looks beautiful." She said stopping near the shore.

"It is." You said while looking at her.

"I get why you like this place." She turned to look at you and you couldn't help but smile.

"It's a little piece of paradise." You said stepping near her. "And I gotta show you a little thing."

You started to walk past the shore of the lake into it frozen surface, waking a couple of yards away.

"(Y/N), what are doing?" She said worriedly.

"It's alright, the lake stays frozen until spring so I can show you a little something."

You bent down to clear some of the snow on the surface and smiled when you got a glimpse of the fishes that could still swim in the cold water. Every time you stayed in the cabin you tried to fish under the ice out of curiosity and stubbornness. Many locals tried it too and although you had never caught anything, it was fun to try anyways. Maybe this time, with Lena's help, you could actually catch something. So you had, in fact, another thing you could do during your little vacation.

"Show me what?" Lena raised her voice. She was still standing along the shore of the lake, unsure if it was safe to follow.

You were about to answer when you heard a loud crack under your feet and Lena watched with horror as multiple fissures made their way on the surface of the lake where you stood. It seemed you had miscalculated the resistance of the ice you were standing and now you were in trouble.

Just like the lake, you froze in place, trying to keep yourself calm. If you could move slowly and steady enough towards the shore, this would be nothing more than a little scare.

"(Y/N)." You could hear the worry and fear in Lena's voice as she approached the lake.

"I'm fine." You raised your hands, trying to keep them out of your body for some balance, and looked at Lena with a little smile, reassuring her as much as possible. "The ice is a little soft here so I'm gonna move to the shore."

You took a short step forward but instantly regretted it as the cracks expanded along the ice. You felt the panic raise in your chest.

"(Y/N), please don't move." Lena said looking equally scared. "I'm gonna get you out, okay? Don't move."

"I won't." You swallowed hard, taking a couple of deep breaths, filling the cold air with a warm mist.

Time seemed to stop for a moment as you tried to calm yourself and watched as Lena approached the edge of the lake. She was going walking towards you and you feared this would only worsen your situation but not just for you but for Lena too. If the ice could hold her weight then you had a chance to reach her and get out of the lake without further problem. However, if the ice kept cracking it would put the two of you in danger and falling into freezing waters was not something you wanted to happen on your first day of vacation.

Lena took the first step into the lake, slow and steady, testing the ice under her feet. She was looking down, making sure she wasn't stepping on some other cracks, and raised her eyes towards you from time to time to make sure you were still in place. She was a couple of steps away from you when you both heard a loud cracking.

There was a look in her face you had seen a couple of times before but never directed towards you, a mix of fear and worry that let you know you were in trouble. You felt the ice move, so subtle at first but then like a tremor under your feet, and you were about to jump to the other side when you were sucked into the frozen lake.

First you felt the pain, as if thousands and thousands of shards of glass were being thrown at your body in a second. Then you tried to take a deep breath, which only made everything worst. You tried to move your arms and legs, to swim out of there but you couldn't. You had no control over your body and after the initial pain you started to feel numb. You couldn't breathe, you couldn't move. The only thing you felt was cold.

Suddenly, as you still fought for air, you felt even colder, with the winter breeze hitting your already frozen face. You coughed the water in your mouth and tried opening your eyes. Beside you, a tall greenish figure was dragging and pulling you from towards the edge of the lake, grabbing you by the back of your winter jacket. Only when you reached land the figure moved you, placing you flat on the dirt and putting her hands under you. They carried you all the way back to your cabin and, even when you couldn't think, you wondered where Lena had gone and if she was okay.

"I'm fine, (Y/N), I'm here." You heard the green person say and you wondered why they sounded so much like Lena.

You still couldn't move, or feel, when Lena reached your cabin door. She knew you were barely aware of what was happening as she carried you inside and placed you on the rug. Using the weaponry in her Lexosuit, she reignited the dying fire of your fireplace and found herself in a little moment of panic as she watched you lay there, trembling and hugging yourself.

Of all the things she imagined could happen, Lena never thought that you falling into freezing cold water was one of them. She had to think quick and fast before the symptoms of hypothermia started to take a hold on you. Leaving to get some help was no option, even using her suit to take you to a hospital would take considerable time you didn't have. So she did the only few things she knew could help you.

She took off her Lexosuit, something easy as she had modified it with nanotechnology to appear and disappear as quick as possible, like she had done with Kara's suit to use in case of emergency, and ran to your rooms to get all the blankets she could. She even found a towel for you head and took it with her. She put them in front of the fire to warm them while she moved you once again to take your own clothes off. You were soaked and hadn't stopped trembling.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N), I have to take this off."

She removed every piece carefully off your stiff body, your jacket, your sweater, your shirt, your boots, your socks, your pants, leaving you in nothing but your underwear, and tried not to get distracted by your sudden bareness. This was not the way she had expected to see you like this the first time. She put your clothes aside and put the towel around your hair to help it dry.

You still hadn't opened your eyes by the time she had finished, and were a bit unsure of what was happening, but you didn't complain since you started to feel a bit of warm. Your brain seemed to get back to working as you realized Lena had placed some blankets over you.

"Y-you hav-ve a s-supers-suit." You said through clattering teeth.

Lena, who feared you might be losing consciousness, let out a relieved breath.

"I have." She started to take her clothes off too and kept talking to keep you awake. "What do you think?"

"I-it's c-cool." You replied.

"Thank you." Lena finished putting aside her last piece of clothing and moved down towards you.

You could feel the blankets being lifted and a sudden mass of warmth pulling itself closer to you. You tried opening your eyes and in a second you could feel your own temperature rise like a boiling kettle. Lena's face was a couple of inches away from you, the mass of warmth you had felt was her own body, her own semi-naked body.

"L-Lena?" You said and this time you were sure the trembling in your voice was not due to the cold this time. "W-what are y-you d-doing?"

"Sorry but we have to keep you warm, alright?" She moved her arms, wrapping herself around you. "We need to stay like this for a little while."

"Just a l-little?" The words left your mouth before you could think better.

"As long as it takes." Lena said with a serious tone. "I'm not leaving you, (Y/N), so we better get comfy."

"I already a-am." You replied.

"Good. Now, you need to stay awake."

"A-awake, yeah." You nodded, closing your and feeling Lena's nose rubbing gently against yours. You were incredibly close to each other.

"I'm serious, (Y/N). Don't fall asleep."

"I'm not." You assured her.

Watching as you couldn't keep your eyes open for too long, Lena decided it was best to at least keep you talking.

"How do you feel?" She asked.

"Cold." You said still shivering.

"Can you feel your toes and fingers?"

You tried moving them. "A b-bit, I think."

"Good. Can you feel this?" You felt Lena as she moved her arms so she could held your hands within hers.

The contrast between you two was abysmal, you felt like a block of ice against a heater. She radiated such warmth and you were grateful you were there with the smartest and kindest woman in the planet or you would have been swimming with the fish.

"Yeah, I can feel it." You said and noticed some of your tremors had stopped.

"Okay, can you feel this?" Lena moved her legs this time, covering yours.

"That too." You felt the chills at that.

"Okay, we're making progress."

"Sorry." You opened your eyes with a pained expression in them. "You shouldn't be worrying about me."

Lena was a bit taken aback by your declaration but reassured you as best as she could. "There's nothing to be sorry for, and as for worrying about you, well, I'll do it gladly every time."

"Every time?" It was your turn to be surprised by her response.

"Yes." She said looking into your eyes. "You may not have noticed but I do worry about you, (Y/N), a lot. Maybe more than I should."

"You do?" You didn't know if your brain had suffered some damage but this conversation was taking an unexpected turn. A great and wonderful unexpected turn you had never imagined was possible for you.

Lena wasn't sure either about where the conversation was going, for someone used to getting things on her own way, she was finding it difficult to express what she wanted you to know. She had accepted your invitation thinking, that if you could spend some time alone together, you would realize how much into you she was. Now, there you were, almost naked under all the blankets she had found in your cabin and trying to get you out of your hypothermia, and you still didn't realize how caring and protective she was towards you.

If that was the case, she had to make a more direct demonstration.

"Yes, (Y/N), I do." She moved one of your hands against her chest, placing your palm where you could feel the beating of her heart. "Can't you feel it?"

Your own heart skipped a bit as you felt her pulse in your hand and your whole body seemed to shiver and not because of the cold. You felt you heart burst with warmth and, as you looked at Lena, you could tell she felt it too. No fire could compare to what you were experiencing and you thought to yourself that, maybe, falling into sub-zero water wasn't so bad at all.

"Yeah, I can." You finally said with a little smile.

#lena luthor imagine #lena luthor imagines #lena luthor x reader #lena luthor x you #lena x reader #lena x you #make you feel my love #one shot #writing prompt #marvelsdc22 1k celebration #marvelsdc22

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a-model-of-propriety · 2 years

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Modern Mayhem: The First Transformation

[read it on ao3]

Look, it's not his fault, really. Lisa was out of town, and we all know that she is 80% of Jekyll's impulse control.

The first transformation scene in Modern Mayhem, my Jekyll & Hyde Modern AU

TW for minor descriptions of gore

Henry held aloft the phial in triumph. “Finally!” he exclaimed, far louder than he usually would have had he gotten any amount of sleep in the last three days. But he was far too busy staring at the watery green contents of the phial to consider that it was three a.m. and he hadn’t gotten any sleep since Lisa left on her trip.

This was it, the moment he’d been waiting for. One sip of this formula, and his goal for the last seven years would be within his grasp.

Notes, he should take notes. Henry rummaged through his desk drawers, trying to locate his notebook. After far more searching than should have been necessary – oh well, he’ll tidy up later – he finally located a blank piece of paper. Well, it was better than nothing.

September 13th, 3:08 a.m., he scribbled down, handwriting an utter mess, I am on the brink of scientific greatness. Formula HJ-7 is ready for testing, and I have found the perfect subject: myself.

The formula was a vibrant red until the addition of the salt, at which point it turned deep purple for a few moments, then stabilized into a watery green.

He set down the pen and picked up the phial. After only a moment of hesitation, he tipped it upwards and downed the contents, wincing at the salty sting in his throat. He returned the phial to its stand and picked up the pen.

3:11 a.m. Consumed 10 centiliters of formula HJ-7. Salty, bitter taste, warm in the gullet. Heat spreading through my veins.

He stopped writing for a moment as a sudden dizzy spell briefly overtook him.

Lightheadedness, unclear if it’s due to the formula or other factors. Slight feeling of euphoria, also unclear if the formula is the source. No noticeable behavioral differences.

A giggling fit followed this note, preventing him from recording any further observations. Euphoria, indeed. Maybe he spoke a little too soon with the ‘no behavioral differences’ part.

Was it just him, or was the room suddenly heating up? He undid the first few buttons of his shirt, hoping to relieve some of the suffocating heat that overcame him. Could this be because of the formula?

Strange, he hadn’t realized how many unknowns would be involved in this test. Maybe he should–

A stabbing pain in his abdomen interrupted this train of thought. What was that? That wasn’t supposed to happen! Frantically, he grabbed the pen.

Something is wrong. Stabbing pain in the gut, spreading to the rest of my body. Must counteract, before–

The pen slid out of his fingers as he collapsed to the ground with a scream of agony. At first he tried to stand up, hoping to reach the antidote, but all such attempts proved to be utterly useless. In the end, all he could do was curl up into a ball, whimpering in pain.

Was this what dying felt like? Every bone in his body was breaking, grinding against each other into new, twisted shapes. Whatever was left of his stomach churned, and he could feel the bile against the back of his throat. Knives stabbed into his temples. No, it was worse than knives. How could one body physically experience such torture?

Please, just let me die. Make it stop!

And all of a sudden, it was gone, just as fast as it came.

He stood up, leaning on his desk until his head stopped spinning enough for him to balance on his own. He took an unsteady step forward and immediately collapsed back on the ground in a heap of limbs and unkempt hair.

Unkempt hair... was it always this long? Or this dark? He clambered up into a kneeling position, not trusting himself to keep his balance on his feet. He tried to run his fingers through his hair, wincing when they immediately got caught in tangles. Strange; it had been in at least a messy ponytail before, how could it have gotten this tangled so quickly?

He carefully extricated his fingers from his hair, not failing to notice the claw-like nails he knew for a fact were not there before. It must have been the formula, there was no other explanation. Had it changed anything else?

As he had no access to a mirror at the moment, he felt in his pockets for his phone, noting with displeasure that it was no longer anywhere on his person. After a few moments of searching, he located it on the ground a few feet away. He snatched it up, ignoring the new cracks in its screen. That was a problem for later. He quickly opened the camera and switched it to selfie mode.

Well, he certainly looked different. Truly, this face had absolutely nothing in common with the one he had shed moments ago. His skin was a sickly pale color, and his dark, wild hair nearly entirely covered his face. His eyes, however, still pierced through the mane. And what eyes they were. The eyes staring back at him were green, much like a more saturated version of the formula. His pupils, almost cat-like at certain moments, were ringed by a red strip. Yes, these eyes were nothing like the warm brown ones he was so used to seeing.

And yet... they weren’t those of a stranger. Somehow, these eyes – this body – was his, just as much as the one he had always worn. The face staring back at him was unlike any he had ever seen, but it was as familiar to him as if it had always been his own.

Well, one thing was clear: that formula did not work as planned.

Lisa woke to the sound of her phone buzzing incessantly. With a groan, she grabbed it off the nightstand. Morning already?

No, it was only four a.m. The source of the buzzing, she quickly discovered, was a hundred or so texts from Henry. What was he doing awake? She scrolled through the texts, eyes growing wider and wider as she went on.

Lisa

Lisa!

LISA!

WAKE UP

I MESSED UP

THE FORMULA WORKS

I THINK

WELL NOT REALLY

BUT IT DID SOMETHING

I DID SOMETHING STUPID

OR MAYBE IT WAS GENIUS

I DON’T KNOW

I’VE ONLY JUST CHANGED BACK

HOW LONG BEFORE YOUR WORK TRIP’S OVER

also i think i broke my phone

Lisa turned off her phone and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Heaving a sigh, she climbed out of the bed and started packing up her suitcase again, mentally crafting the long email she would have to send to her boss about why she had to leave. It appeared her trip was being cut short.

#seph writes #modmay henry jekyll #modmay lisa carew #modmay edward hyde #<- i mean he's kinda sorta there but he isn't really a separate consciousness yet #jekyll and hyde #modern mayhem

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I almost forgot, can you please also do a story where the MC (fem reader) finally attends her first dorm leaders meeting. Will it go smoothly or end in a disaster. Once again thank you and stay safe.

I would like to say, nothing will ever go smoothly in my stories, so, expect chaos at every corner :)

And also, I have read a few stories regarding dorm leader meetings here and they’re all so wonderful! So, I decided to make this an online dorm leader meeting!

Anyway, I do hope this story lives up to your expectations! Thank you for requesting and have a lovely day!

What if you had a dorm leader meeting? (Ft. Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus, Ace, Deuce, Sebek, Epel, Jack and Grim) (Lilia, Silver, Jamil and Trey are mentioned)

“Tonight, we will be having our dorm leader meeting online!” Headmaster Crowley said to you while you were on your way back to Ramshackle Dorm.

“Okay, but why are you telling me this?” You questioned.

“Ah… You didn’t know?” The latter responded and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Know what?”

“A-Ah… It must’ve slipped my mind. Well, the other dorm leaders want you to join since you are considered a dorm leader.” You froze when he said those words.

“Do… Do I need to prepare anything?” You asked, hoping with the little time you had left you can prepare the needed inventories.

“Nope, just, be online by 8 o’clock later!” With that, the headmaster had left you and your bag of groceries in the corridor.

“Huh… Dorm leader meeting eh?” You said to yourself and made your way back to your Ramshackle Dorm.

“Grim! I’m back!” You yelled as you closed the door behind you. A small furball can be seen running towards you and leaping to you.

“(Y/N)!!!” The furball said and you caught him in your arms.

“Woah! Careful! I’ve never seen you this clingy.” You said, laughing and Grim just looked at you with the biggest puppy eyes one could muster.

“Did you get it?” Grim asked and you just sighed.

“Yes. No wonder you leaped at me.” You said, reaching in your plastic bag and pulling out two cans of Tuna.

“Yippeeee!! Thanks (Y/N), you’re the best!” Said Grim, running off with the two cans of Tuna.

You just laughed and shook your head. You proceeded to go to the kitchen and set and sort all your groceries. After doing so, you saw that it was already 8 o’clock.

“Ah! The meeting!!” You remembered and quickly ran to your room. Of course, Grim was already in your room, eating his Tuna.

“Alright, Grim, I’m going to need you to be silent for awhile. I’m having a meeting.” You said to the furball and got a ‘fgnaaa’ of confirmation.

You set up your laptop and checked your inbox. Surely enough, there was a link sent by the headmaster. You checked yourself in the mirror to make sure your clothes and hair isn’t messy before clicking on the link.

“Ah!! (Y/N)!!” A voice called to you when you arrived at the virtual meeting room. You had your camera off but your microphone was on.

“Good evening Headmaster Crowley.” You said and were greeted by an enlarged Crowley’s face filling up your screen. You giggled at the sight. The headmaster finally sat back down in his chair and not fill up the entire screen with his face. Multiple notifications can be heard from the headmaster’s end.

“Ah, it seems everyone else is here.” Crowley said and let everyone else in as you muted yourself.

Once he did though…

The seven dorm leaders had come online with their cameras on. Well, all seven except Idia who only had his microphone on.

“Riddle, anything else?” Trey asked Heartslabyul’s dorm leader.

“No, the tea and dessert is fine. Thank you Trey.” Riddle said to his vice-dorm leader. Trey then left the room.

“Uwahhh! Riddle, you have dessert? Jamil! I want some too!” Said Scarabia’s dorm leader.

“No Kalim. You just had dessert, you can’t have any more.” Jamil said as he took his leave.

“Pooey.” Kalim pouted.

“You know, I could probably get you a deal that gives you unlimited desserts at Mostro Lounge.” Octavinelle’s dorm leader said to Kalim. The latter’s eyes sparkled.

“Really?!”

“Oh, Kalim, you potato, don’t trust Azul that easily.” Said Pomefiore’s dorm leader with a small mirror in hand.

“So, how do I do this?” Malleus asked Lilia, Silver and Sebek who were right beside him.

“Just, don’t press anything, me and Silver already set it up nicely for you.” Lilia said as he left the room with Silver and Sebek in tow.

You giggled to yourself as you saw everyone on your screen with their usual chaos.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough everyone. Now, welcome to our weekly dorm leader meeting! Only this time, we have decided to have the meeting online!” Crowley boomed.

“Right, forgive me for asking but, why can’t we have our meeting at the usual place?” Azul asked.

“Don’t you remember? Some students were playing magift when all of a sudden their magic accidentally hit our room, causing the whole place to be ruined.” Idia replied.

“Yes, the students were the first-years. I made my first-years write a 1000-word apology as punishment.” Said Riddle, taking a sip from his teacup.

“Hmph, I made Jack clean the dishes for Savanaclaw for 2 weeks.” Said Leona.

“I had Lilia take care of Sebek’s punishment.” Said Malleus.

“I made Epel wear a mask before sleeping for a month.” Said Vil.

You winced at everyone’s punishments as you remembered seeing your friends all looking pale and mumbling incoherently. All you could make out from their mumblings were ‘1000 words, he’s crazy…’, ‘my hands are going to die…’, ‘Lilia-senpai won’t leave me alone…’ and ‘stupid Vil, stupid mask, stupid beauty rules…’.

“Isn’t that what your dorm members usually do?” Kalim asked Vil.

“Yes, but he doesn’t do it from time to time, so as punishment, I made sure he did it every night.” Vil replied, checking his face in the mirror.

“Pfft, sissies.” Leona said with his eyes closed.

“You got a problem pussycat?” Said a slightly annoyed Vil, putting down his mirror.

“What did you call me?” A growl can be heard as well as a scowl can be seen on Leona’s face.

“Now, now everyone! Stop fighting!” And Crowley comes in and saves the day. “Please, we’re here today to have a meeting, not an online brawl.” The headmaster continued, until Idia cut him off.

“Sorry to interrupt Headmaster, but, why are there 9 of us?” That’s when all the dorm leaders noticed.

“Yes, if counting all 7 of us plus Headmaster, there should only be 8 of us. So, who’s the plus one?” Azul asked. Crowley just gave them a smile.

“Well, plus one, introduce yourself.” The headmaster said to you. You let out a small sigh, before turning on your mic.

“Hello everyone, I’m (Y/N) (L/N) and I will be joining today’s meeting!” You said to them as you could see visible shock on their faces. Kalim was the first to overcome the shock and greeted you back.

“(Y/N)!!! I’ve missed you!!!” Kalim yelled into the mic.

“Yes, (L/N)-san decided to join us today for this meeting as requested by all of you during our last meeting.” Crowley said. “Now, can we officially start our meeting?” Asked the headmaster and everyone agreed.

“So, first of all…” Crowley decided to start off the meeting.

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You did not understand anything at all.

‘Why is it so chaotic?’

‘Were all meetings like this?’

‘Was this normal?’

You thought to yourself as you looked at your screen only to see Vil and Leona in a very VERY heated argument, Kalim laughing himself to death, Idia just went silent, Malleus looking confused, Riddle and Azul were trying to break up the two dorm leaders who were arguing but they roasted while doing so and are on the verge of tears,

And Crowley?

Crowley straight up gave up.

What happened you ask?

Well it was pretty simple.

When Crowley said that you all should take a 5-minute break before continuing your discussion. You let out a small yawn and gathered up your papers, pilling them up nicely. When your eyes looked back at the screen, you noticed 6 of the dorm leaders were controlling their laughter. You were confused until your eyes landed on Leona’s video.

Apparently, he had forgotten to turn off his camera when he stood up to get his water which was located on a table behind him.

Sure, it wasn’t a problem at all…

If he didn’t forget the fact that he did not put on any pants.

So, a pair of pink, cat-themed underwear is shown on everyone’s screen.

“Say, pussycat, I didn’t know you were a real cat lover.” Vil said, trying his best to compress his laughter.

Leona immediately turned around, almost wanting to fire back at Pomefiore’s dorm leader when he realized what he was referring to. The lion turned red and immediately covered himself by squatting down so the camera couldn’t see his lower half and slowly made his way back to his chair.

Once he did, he fired back at Vil by saying the following words:

“You messed with the wrong lion, sissy.”

And he started to share his screen to everyone. Once he did though, a video of Vil singing and dancing to ‘Dancing Queen’ played, leaving Vil in utter shock as everyone stifled their laughter.

“hoW?! HOW DID YOU GET THIS?!” Vil asked furiously. Leona just shot back a smirk.

“Oh, I have my ways…” The lion said as the video had finished playing.

“Why you little-“

“Leona, Vil, that’s enough.” Riddle had spoken. You sighed internally, glad that this chaos would end.

Oh, how wrong you were.

“Shut up shortie!”

“Stay out of this you tart-lover!”

Riddle was clearly in shock. His face began to redden with anger but he couldn’t fire any insults back. He didn’t know what to say. Nothing he said would hurt the two arguing dorm leaders in any way.

“Leona, Vil, I don’t advise you to-“ Azul spoke up until…

“Octo-punk, shut it!”

“This is none of your business, four eyes!”

So, now, you’ve got two dorm leaders who were at the brink of having a meltdown and two fierce dorm leaders shoving insults in each other’s faces. Kalim was laughing with tears almost coming out of his eyes, Idia had already begun to laugh uncontrollably when he saw Leona’s pink underwear. And then there was Malleus.

Tsunotaro looked absolutely dumbfounded. He didn’t know what was happening nor why was this happening because he just came back from the 5-minute break.

Let’s not forget about you. Oh, poor you.

You facepalmed. HARD. Aren’t dorm leaders supposed to show good examples? Aren’t dorm leaders supposed to have the basic necessities to become a leader in the first place?

Aren’t dorm leaders supposed to NOT have petty fights and NOT INSULT one another?

It wasn’t a wonder why the students were so… So chaotic. If, the dorm leaders themselves were this chaotic as well.

You looked down and rubbed your temples as you tried to think of a way to calm everyone down.

“Seriously you guys, I love you guys and all but this is absolutely twistedly mad.” You said to yourself. (Hi, I am very subtle with my name yes? :’) )

Or so you thought.

Suddenly, silence filled your room. You were confused, weren’t they all just arguing, breaking down and laughing uncontrollably just a second ago?

You looked up to your screen to see 6 faces looking at their screens, a slight blush appearing on everyone’s faces.

“Oya? (Y/N) loves us?” Malleus asked, a smirk on his face.

Then, realization hits you like a bus. Your microphone was on the entire time.

They had heard what you said a moment ago.

“Um… GOTTAGOBAI.” You said and logged off.

Well, you tried to.

You see, when the arguing occurred, Grim was sleeping peacefully on the table beside your laptop. You petted him from time to time and expected him to sleep through the night until the next morning, after all, he looked so deep in slumber.

But he woke up and he crawled onto your laptop.

“Yanno, what time is it (Y/N)?” Grim asked as he crawled on your keyboard.

“Grim, no! That’s the video-“ Grim had accidentally pushed down the button.

“-button.” And your camera was on, showing everyone your face. Your… cute face!! Add on your small blush and you have the most adorable face hands down.

And your outfit. Oh, your outfit! You didn’t think you would go on camera, so you just put on an oversized shirt, short shorts and called it an outfit.

To think someone this cute had semi-confessed their feelings for the dorm leaders.

So, now, with the combination of your cute, semi-blushing face and cute outfit, the dorm leaders’ blushes had darken.

“Well, would you look at the time? Our meeting has ended, so see ya!” You quickly said and closed your laptop. You let out a sigh and looked at Grim, who was on your bed, sleeping again. You smiled, pet him a little more and went to bed yourself.

It took all your willpower to not blush the next day when you saw each and every dorm head.

But of course, things changed.

The dorm leaders would follow you around school each day, making your friends look at you in confusion.

“When did Dorm Leader Rosehearts get so close to (Y/N)?” Deuce asked his friends as he saw you talking with Riddle.

“Beats me! Vil also has been sticking around with (Y/N) a lot! From giving her masks as a gift to straight up giving her stylish clothes.” Epel replied.

“Leona-senpai too… Ruggie-senpai had sent me to get him for his classes while he was napping but when I found him, he was already walking with (Y/N)!” Said Jack.

“Malleus-sama had also been hanging around (Y/N) lately. Every time I go search for him, he can always be found beside (Y/N).” Sebek also expressed the changes he saw in his own dorm leader/young master.

“Guys, guys, is this what I think it is?” Ace asked his friends. They turned to look at him confused.

“Don’t you see? They’re trying to steal (Y/N) away from us! Her friends!” Ace concluded to them.

“Nah, I don’t think they would do this… Right?” Deuce started to question alongside his friends.

And so, you were left with 7 clingy dorm leaders and an additional 5 clingy best friends. All of them, wanting you to themselves. You might find yourself overwhelmed from time to time, but hey! You’ve got a bunch perfect boys looking after you and making sure you’re okay 24/7.

Lucky you ~

*Bonus!*

“And so, that is why we must enhance our defenses to our dorms if anything ever happens again.” Azul concluded and the dorm leaders nodded.

Your eyes were glued on the screen when all of a sudden Malleus’ video had turned off. You noticed this and were quick to inform him on it.

“Malleus-senpai, your video turned off.” You said.

“A-Ah? Really? But I could still see everyone?” Malleus said back.

“No, Malleus, (Y/N) meant that your camera had turned off.” Vil said to Diasomnia’s Dorm Leader.

“Alright, so, what do I press to turn it back on?” Asked Malleus.

“The button with the camera icon on it.” Riddle replied calmly.

“Alright... So, all I have to do i-” Malleus was cut off.

He... He accidentally logged out. Everyone stayed silent, not knowing what to do. No, wait, not everyone. Idia was laughing uncontrollably.

It wasn’t long before Crowley received a notification saying someone wants to join the online meeting.

“Ah, Draconia-san is coming back in again.” Said Crowley.

“Welcome back Dra- Vanrouge-san?” Crowley asked, shocked to see Lilia’s face on the screen.

“Good evening everyone. Sorry for the inconvenience.” Lilia said as he moved away to reveal Silver and Sebek trying calm down a Malleus who was on the brink of having a panic attack.

“I... I don’t know what happened!” Malleus said as Silver and Sebek tried to comfort their young master.

“Is... Is he going to be okay?” You asked.

“Oh yeah, he’s fine.” Lilia replied and everyone had spent a good 5 minutes trying to calm Malleus and refrain him from using any offensive magic that would potentially ruin his entire dorm.

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angelsunflowers-fanfics · 3 years

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"Stuck in the closet" Zer0 x F!reader

Fandom: Borderlands

Genre: Smut

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Zer0 decided that he wanted to take (y/n) out on a mission with him for once, it had been a long time since the two have done a mission together. He wanted it to be like old times.

(y/n) decided to take a break from vault hunting after killing Jack but Zer0 still wanted her by his side throughout Promethea, so it was no surprise this is where she was finding herself now: Trapped in a closet with Zer0 pressed up against all the right places.

Of course, the first time (y/n) went out on a real mission in years, she found herself in this predicament.

All this time, (y/n) wasn't sure what exactly Zer0 was, but she knew that he had something.

(y/n) released a shaky breath as Zer0 leaned closer to her as she was nearest to the door, his head only inches from her own.

"Do not make a sound/the target is right outside/I know it's tempting." Zer0 whispered into her ear.

(y/n) could feel her face warm as Zer0's words caused a shiver to roll down her spine. Zer0 was quick to wrap a hand to cover (y/n)'s mouth as he rolls his lower half into her backside. He knows that their target is nowhere near the closet they're stuck in, he just needed an excuse to finally have this moment with (y/n).

A shiver rolls through his body as he feels the muffled moan of the person under him vibrate through his hand. It fills him with delight and a taste for more.

Though Zer0 would prefer somewhere more private of course.

But the sight of (y/n)'s quivering legs and the warmth radiating off of her body had Zer0 rethinking waiting.

He couldn’t wait, and he wasn’t sure (y/n) would be able to either.

"This can wait until after/ Or are you this impatient?/But I am just as," Zer0 teased.

It was embarrassing to say how much (y/n) missed this: the close touches that were much too intimate to be considered friendly and the flirty haiku. (y/n) never thought she'd miss the haiku of all things.

(y/n) noticed from the corner of her eye as Zer0 tossed one of his gloves

Zer0's free hand slowly trailed (y/n)'s waist, his fingers sat at the top of her waistband, ready to start any pleasurable actions at (y/n)'s consent.

As much as it would be to (y/n)'s utter delight to continue, she knew that they had a mission. They could finish this later, which was what (y/n) thought to herself as she found herself pleading, “Zer0, please...Just--”

With her consent, Zer0 quickly slipped a hand underneath her pants. One of his fingers slowly penetrated (y/n)’s entrance whilst his thumb slowly rubbed her clit in tight circles, almost painfully slowly. (y/n) found herself rocking her hips back and forth to meet the motions of Zer0’s hand. Shallow moans escaped from her lips, but they were prevented from being heard by anyone outside the room by Zer0’s gloved hand. (y/n) reached a hand on the wall to support herself, so she doesn’t fly out of the closet and grabbed onto Zer0’s arm with a vice grip, her nails digging into his skin, but he certainly didn’t mind.

Zer0 watched her in amusement but continued to cover her mouth, as much as it would please him to hear her sounds of pleasure, they couldn’t afford to be heard in such a place; especially not when they weren’t even close to a secure location.

(y/n)’s body shivered as Zer0 added another finger into her without warning. “Mmh, Zer0…” (y/n)’s whispery moan sent a jolt of pleasure to the bottom of Zer0’s stomach which finally made Zer0 fasten his pace to continue hearing her moans.

(y/n) welcomed the faster pace with glee and continued to rock her hips to meet his skilled fingers at the new speed and quickly let out a squeal of surprise as Zer0 started to rock his own hips to the pace he was setting.

Zer0 couldn’t seem to even find the energy to whisper the haiku he'd been thinking of for years into her ear as his fingers moved faster and faster. He followed his instincts as he listened as her moans became breathless and high-pitched as well as her legs shaking with the anticipation of her upcoming orgasm.

Zer0's mind was hazy as he let out his own guttural groans, quickly closing in on an orgasm he wasn’t even trying to be focused on. Though with every groan that escaped from him, (y/n) clenched around his fingers more and more. She did always tell him continuously how much she adored his voice.

Desperate for not only his own release, but (y/n)’s as well, Zer0 rolled his hips into her ass rougher than before as well as curling his fingers once he was sure they were as deep as he could push them. He wanted to brush against that sensitive spot deep inside her pussy with something besides his fingers, to make her cry out his name for everyone to hear. But for now, the almost violent shaking from her legs as she orgasmed is more than enough for Zer0 to as well. Zer0 continued to finger her through the orgasm, making it last just a little longer than she had anticipated.

Zer0 watched (y/n) slowly come out of her orgasm as her shaking slowly decreased, and her breathing became somewhat normal. He pulled his hand away and was quick to pull out a clean cloth to clean (y/n) up as well as himself. (y/n) shuddered as Zer0’s hand quickly cleaned the mess that he made in (y/n)’s pants before quickly cleaning himself up and fixing (y/n)’s clothes as to where it didn’t look like the two were engaging in inappropriate activities in a utility closet.

“I apologize/Our first shouldn’t have been this/You’re too important,” Zer0 apologized.

(y/n) turned around to face Zer0 for the first time in 10 minutes and spoke, “Wh-what do you mean? You didn’t like it?”

An unamused emoticon flashed onto Zer0’s helmet. It was quite obvious from his previous actions that he loved it.

“I clearly love it/Though the setting wasn’t suitable/You deserve better,” Zer0 explained his previous statement more clearly. Zer0’s helmet flashed a winky face before he continued, “I’d like to continue/Later, I’d like to continue/If you so wish to.”

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#zer0 #borderlands #zer0 x reader #borderlands x reader #zer0 imagine #borderlands imagine #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #x reader #self insert

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sunkisseddaffodils · 3 years

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reunion- pt 2 (final)

Pairing: sherlock x fem!reader

Request: 'hi! can i pls request a sherlock x fem!reader fic in which reader is kinda john's childhood bestfriend, but they were separated when reader with her parents moved somewhere (to united states, for instance). so now when she is in britain again, she sort of struggles with finding a not very fancy place to stay. fortunately, she meets our johnny boi and he immediately proposes for her to stay in 221c, baker-street. so reader moves there, meets sherly and they sorta starting to fall in luv with each other'

Summary: Sherlock accidentally drags up some old unwanted memories for the reader

Genre: reader insert, angst

A/n: this is the final part of the above request. Sorry, I didn't exactly follow the request but I mostly tried to. Thanks to anon for requesting though! Enjoy!

Read pt 1 here.

The following day, after a restless night’s sleep, Y/N sat nervously in Mrs’s Hudson cosy kitchenette. Mrs Hudson had switched on the kettle and was preparing to make both of them a cup of tea. From what John had told her, she was perfectly lovely but she couldn’t help but be anxious. It was in her nature; she worried about everything. She made sure to bring papers to prove to her that she had a monthly income. But what if that wasn’t enough and Mrs Hudson had already decided that she wasn’t good enough to stay in her upstairs flat? The sound of china cups being placed on the table brought her back from the depths of her mind.

‘What brings you to London? John tells me you moved all the way from the States?’

John was right, Mrs Hudson was delightful. Y/N felt more relaxed at the sound of her comforting voice.

‘I’m starting my training next week to be a dentist in Harley Street ’

Mrs Hudson’s eyes genuinely glistened with interest.

‘Oh? John told me you already completed dental school in Seattle? Aren’t you already qualified?’

‘Yeah in the States. To work here, I have to do an extra year before I’m qualified. I don’t mind though, I wanted a fresh start in the UK.’

A door closing behind them interrupted their conversation. Both Y/N and Mrs H turned to where the noise came from but couldn’t see who or what made it. The latter called out.

‘Sherlock? John? Is that you?’

With no response, they returned to their conversation.

‘Y/N, you seem like a lovely young woman with a bright future. Of course, you can stay in the upstairs flat!’

She smiled widely, uttering a thousand ‘thank yous’. Y/N grabbed her important documents and handed them to Mrs Hudson.

‘Thank you. I’ll take a look at these later.’

Tomorrow, Mrs Hudson gave Y/N a tour of 221c. She fell speechless as she looked around. It was the same layout as Sherlock’s but had recently been renovated to have a more modern look. The apartment was already furnished so all she had to do was move her belonging's in from storage. She couldn’t believe that she was able to afford this apartment! Especially, as it was in central London. Promptly, she strolled over to where her new landlady was waiting by the front door.

‘So I get all this for this price? That’s insanely cheap for London.’

Y/N commented while pointing to the tenancy agreement Mrs Hudson was holding.

Simply, she just chuckled.

‘I do special rates for Sherlock and John. If you’re a friend of John’s then you’re a friend of mine. I’ll do the same for you.’

She continued.

'I met Sherlock in Florida when my husband was sentenced to death. He was able to help out so I owed him a favour. ’

Her face was completely serious yet it sounded so implausible. How could a lovely little lady like Mrs Hudson have such an impossible past like that? Adding to that, Y/N wondered that Sherlock really must be a genius if he can stop someone from being executed.

‘Wait, are you saying that Sherlock stopped your husband from being executed?’

‘Oh no, he ensured it.’

And with that bombshell of a statement, Mrs Hudson disappeared downstairs leaving Y/N utterly astonished in her new apartment. She made a note to herself to remind her to ask John about Mrs Hudson’s past. There was so much she wanted to know about her life.

A few days passed and the time finally arrived for Y/N to move into 221c. She was standing outside the cafe with Mrs Hudson, waiting for the moving company to arrive along with her possessions. She glanced at her watch, anxiously. The moving people were already five minutes late. Meanwhile, Sherlock and John were upstairs having carried three boxes between them that Y/N had brought herself. John was busying himself, tidying up the flat, waiting for a text from Y/N so he and Sherlock could help her move in and set up the place. He had told Sherlock to make himself useful but looking over his way, he hadn’t. Sherlock was staring intensely at the three boxes they had placed on the dining table by the windows. John marched over there to tell him off.

‘Sherlock! What are you doing? If you’re not going to make yourself useful up here, then can you at least go downstairs to check what’s taking the mover’s so long?’

Sherlock completely disregarded everything he just said.

‘Look at these three boxes, John. What do they tell you?’

He just groaned.

‘Nothing, they’re just boxes.’

‘Fine, if you’re not going to play ball then I will just tell you.Y/N has made sure she took these boxes here herself. Why? That suggests they’re private and she doesn’t want strangers, i.e the movers, to touch them. The first two boxes are labelled: electronics and toiletries. Makes sense then for why she would want to move them herself: one’s valuable and the others personal.’

He pointed towards the last cardboard box.

‘But why hasn’t she labelled this one? I’m sure I’m right to assume that she would have labelled every single box from what I’ve seen from these two. So what’s in this box that separates it from the rest?’

John stepped away from the dining table and started fluffing some pillows on the couch.

‘Sherlock, I really couldn’t care less. There’s nothing weird going on. She’s not part of some underground crime syndicate. Just leave it alone. You can’t know everything.’

However, the crinkling of tape being peeled off from the box told John that Sherlock, was in fact, not going to leave it alone.

John raced back over to the table and seized the box from Sherlock. Soon, a tug of war for the box began between them.

‘You are not going through Y/N’s private things!’

He yanked the box harder.

‘But John, I have to know what’s in there.’

John glared at him, pulling the box back towards him.

‘Tough luck. Once again let me spell this out: you cannot go through other people’s belongings. It’s rude.’

Sherlock’s grip remained firm, however.

‘Don’t you want to know more about why she’s moved back here? The answer could be in this box. It’s strange that she just packed up and left her life back in Seattle. She obviously doesn’t have any family here. Otherwise, why would she come to you for help? And there’s also the fact I heard her tell Mrs Hudson that she has to do extra training to be a qualified dentist in the UK. Why go to all that effort when she’s already qualified back in the US? Aren’t you in the least bit curious?’

John once again dragged the box back to him.

‘Oh so now you’re not only going through her stuff, you’re also eavesdropping on her?’

Sherlock was offended even though there was a hint of truth to what John was saying.

‘It wasn’t eavesdropping! I just happened to overhear her.’

What Sherlock was saying did make John curious, but still, Y/N deserved her privacy. It was up to her if she wanted to them the real reason she moved back to the UK. John was about to tell Sherlock this when the door burst open.

‘Hey, guys! The movers are here now if you wanna come down.’

Y/N’s voice staggered when she saw the scene before her.

In a moment of alarm, both Sherlock and John had dropped the box. Its content spilt out onto the floor. An off-white ornate picture frame smashed onto the hard wooden floor, glass spraying everywhere. The picture in the frame was of Y/N and a man in front of the Seattle Great Wheel. Y/N stood in surprise as the said man was knelt down holding a rose gold diamond-encrusted ring. The picture frame was custom engraved and it read ‘For my love.’

Oh.

It all made sense now to Sherlock.

However, there was no time to think more about the picture. Sherlock and John stood like a deer in headlights

‘It was Sherlock!’

John pointed accusingly towards Sherlock.

Y/N didn’t say anything, simply walked over to where the box had fallen, glass crunching under converse trainers. She knelt down to pick up the photograph. She remained there for a moment, an expression of profound anguish on her face.

John tried to help her up, but she refused. She practically ran out of the flat, trying to conceal her pain. John didn’t even have time to tell her that she had cut her knees on the glass from the floor. He grabbed a broom from the kitchen and started cleaning up the mess on the floor. He looked at Sherlock who was still in the same place. He had a look of regret on his face.

‘Sherlock there’s no point making that face now! You’re cleaning this mess up too. We’re going to make it up to her by making this apartment look really nice before she comes back.’

As he shifted the box back onto the table, he thought of his own way to make it up to Y/N.

Y/N was falling asleep at her desk, she was now four hours into writing her essay on dental hygiene. She placed her head in her hands, thinking she would just have a quick nap. Her phone ringing ended that plan though. She saw that it was Sherlock and hesitated. She still hadn’t forgiven him for trying to go through her things and bringing back unpleasant memories. It had been a week into ignoring him and giving him the cold shoulder. She let it ring out. Sherlock still didn’t get the hint and texted her.

‘Y/N meet me here. I wanna make it up to you. S.H’

That text was accompanied by a GPS location.

Y/N couldn’t think of any possible reason why Sherlock had asked to meet her here. Her uber ride had stopped outside of a manor house just on the outskirts of London. She quickly checked with the driver to make sure she was at the right place. To her bewilderment, he answered yes. Hesitantly, she strolled up to the door. She didn’t even have to knock when Sherlock opened the door. He motioned for her to follow him.

‘Sherlock, what the actual fuck? Do you live here?’

Sherlock led her through a ton of rooms. Y/N swear she could have counted there were at least five formal living rooms.

‘Nope.’

He opened a set of French doors and led her out into the back garden of the estate. Not that you could call it a garden. It was massive. In the distance, she saw stables as they walked through a formal botanical garden. Sherlock was more like running though, but Y/N didn’t know what was so urgent.

‘So if you don’t live here. Then who does?’

An undesirable thought entered her mind.

‘Don’t tell me you broke in here?’

Sherlock turned around just outside of the exit to the formal gardens, jangling keys in front of her face, a childish grin on his face.

‘It’s not breaking in if you have a set of keys.’

They had finally reached their final destination. Y/N saw that someone had set up a bonfire in the middle of a field. A can of petrol and a box lay adjacent to it. That box seemed really familiar. Sherlock picked it up and brought it over. It was hers!

‘Sherlock, you’re going through my things again. You know what, I’m done here!’

She began jogging back towards the house. Sherlock grabbed her arm.

‘Wait! Y/N. Let me explain.’

She gazed back at him intensely, waiting for an explanation.

He placed the box down.

‘I know you haven’t told me about what happened. But unfortunately, I am good at deducing things. Those things in that box came from a bad past relationship. I’m pretty sure I can guess what happened.’

He started to stammer, not sure of how to word what he wanted to say next.

Y/N wasn’t sure where he was going with this but could see he was trying.

��John will be the first to let you know that I’m no expert on love or on relationships. But I can see you haven’t moved on. I thought it might help if you chucked all of the old stuff from the relationship on that bonfire and set it alight.’

She looked down, knowing that Sherlock was right. He had guessed everything perfectly. He had read her like a book.

‘You’re right. But I took running away from your problems to the extremest.’

She sat down on the grass, wrapping her arms around her knees. Sherlock shortly joined her.

‘He was my world. Or I thought he was until one night I returned home to see him shagging my best friend on the sofa.’

There was a moment of silence before she continued.

‘I just felt so foolish. I had to get away from Seattle. The place was full of memories of my time with him. I couldn’t stand it any longer.’

Sherlock got up and picked up the box.

‘And that’s why you should burn this stuff. He doesn’t deserve to have this much hold on you when he never cared about you in the slightest. We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. But please just think about it.’

Y/N stood up with determination. Sherlock was right. She had to burn all of this stuff to finally move on. Together they placed the contents of the box around the bonfire.

Y/N stood back as Sherlock poured the can of petrol over the bonfire. He asked.

‘One more thing. Do you have that picture with you?’

She grabbed it out of her bag as an answer and showed it to him.

‘I thought you would', he stated.

She placed the picture in the centre of the bonfire.

They walked back a safer distance from it and Sherlock got a box of matches from his pocket. He lit one up and handed it to Y/N. He could see that she was having trouble actually lighting the bonfire. He reached out and held her hand to comfort her. Y/N greatly appreciated that. She took the final step and with her other hand, threw the match into the bonfire.

The bonfire went up in ablaze. It was oddly beautiful watching the embers rise up into the sky. Standing there in hand in hand with Sherlock, she felt the weight that had been on her shoulders for months slowly lift off. The whole experience was cathartic.

Out of the blue, they heard the distant sound of alarms ringing from back at the house. Y/N looked to Sherlock for answers. He just told her to:

‘RUN!’

They sprinted, holding onto each other, seemingly heading towards a gate at the end of a stone wall surrounding the estate.

‘Sherlock! What’s going on?’

Sherlock tried his best to explain as they were running.

‘Technically I did break into this house. But it’s my brother's so it should be fine. There should be a cab waiting just outside this gate.’

‘Oh my god!’, she exclaimed worrying about the consequences to come for their actions.

When they had reached the road outside the gate, they stopped to catch their breath. Then they looked at each other and burst into laughter.

She hadn’t laughed that like in months. And it was all thanks to Sherlock.

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donghyuckcuyhgnod · 3 years

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Would u be willing to have a follow up or pt 2 to guilt flavored cupcakes? If not, could i request a jisung angst that ends with fluff? Hehe 💚💚💚

i tried to fit both of your requests into one :) the beginning is realllyyyy angsty, but i promise it gets better! it’s a bit long, i got a little carried away haha,, but i hope you enjoy <3

(part one is located here.)

“this is all your fault!” jisung yelled, slamming the door he had just walked through, his eyes shining with tears and his voice shaky. out of surprise and shock, all twenty-two of his fellow members had their eyes blown wide. “if you assholes just kept your mouths shut, this wouldn’t be happening right now!”

“jisung, what are you talking about?” taeyong gently asked. even the choreographer had stopped in his tracks upon the youngest’s unexpected entrance.

“them!” he pointed to the dreamies, sitting on the floor in front of the mirror. confused, all of the boys rose their eyebrows. “the one thing that makes me happy—the one person that truly makes me happy isn’t mine anymore because of you,” he spit out harshly, pointing to the five boys who he had initially put the blame on. his phone was clutched tightly in his hands, still lit up and on the page of his call log; your name being at the top of the list.

“jisung, what the hell are you talking about?” renjun asked, confusion laced in his voice. it wasn’t long before jisung’s bottom lip began quivering, tears streaming freely down his face as he let out an characteristically loud sob. “y/n broke up with me,” he choked out, shutting his eyes so tight as if he couldn’t bare to say those words. he dropped his phone on the ground, pulling at his hair in distress.

jaemin rolled his eyes, “of course she did. we already warned you, jisung. she was using you for your idol status. think of this as a good thing.” the dreamies shook their heads in agreement.

johnny spoke up, “guys, i don’t think now is a good time-”

“fuck you.”

silence. complete, utter, silence. jaemin—as well as the rest of nct—was speechless. never, in all their years of knowing jisung, had his members heard him cuss in such a bitter, hateful, and sincere way. shocked wasn’t even the word.

“what did you just say to me?” jaemin’s eyes were wide, his jaw open in surprise. did he just say what i think he said?

“you heard me loud and clear, jaemin. fuck you. fuck all five of you. you never gave her a fucking chance! all of you are always so mean to her, and for what? what did she ever do to you? you never even tried to like her. you would push her aside, say mean things straight to her face. you treated her like a goddamned criminal!” his tears were nonstop, cheeks a bright red and eyelids swollen from the constant tears. he sniffled, biting his lip in an attempt to control his sobs.

“what did she say during the call?” doyoung asked cautiously, laying a comforting hand on the boy’s shoulder. jisung sniffled again, gaining enough composure to speak.

“sh-she called because her dress was ruined. the dress for the awards, y’know. i paid for it to be altered to her size, and she came by the dorm yesterday when i wasn’t there to pick it up. and she went to take it out of the bag today, and there was paint all over it! and it was ripped in a bunch of places, and when i asked her how she ruined it, she told me that it wasn’t her. but i know exactly who it was,” jisung deadpanned, his eyes growing dark as he looked at the five guilty boys sitting on the floor. their lack of response made the answer very clear to everyone in the room.

kun sighed in disappointment, “what the hell is wrong with you guys?”

“it was her grandma’s dress.” jisung looked down at his feet, his eyes shining with tears again; and not because of the breakup. but rather, his mind went to the hurt in your voice when crying to him over the phone. “jisung, this dress is the only thing i had left of her. and now it’s completely ruined.”

“what?” chenle said.

“it was her grandma’s dress. the woman who raised her, who died last year. it was her dress and it was the only thing y/n had left of her. and you fucking ruined it, and tore it to shreds! how fucked up are you guys!? she broke up with me because she can’t do it anymore. she can’t handle the way you treat her. she dealt with it for two years now, and this was the final straw. are you fucking happy now?”

the immediate guilt suddenly had everyone’s heart skipping a beat—and not in a good way. a series of flashbacks had appeared in their minds; all of the times when you were at the dorm, making jisung laugh until he couldn’t breathe. the countless times you brought him soup and cuddles when he wasn’t feeling good, or the small pep-talks you would give him before a performance that always seemed to calm him. the way you always cooked and cleaned around the dorm because you knew how hard jisung and his members worked. all the times he had gushed—and gushed some more—about how amazing you were and how much he loved you with the most joyful smile he had ever shown.

“jisung, we-”

“save it.”

shit. we really fucked up.

—

a whole four-and-a-half weeks had passed when jeno called you. you weren’t expecting to see his name pop up on your phone, thus the reason you gasped out loud. you assumed he was calling to tell you how bad of a person you are for breaking up with jisung—so you didn’t answer. it’s not like you wanted to break up with him; the dreamies gave you no other choice. when haechan called not minutes later, however, you started to grow confused. surely they would give up, right? but then renjun called. and then, jaemin. and then, chenle. eventually, your curiosity got the best of you.

“hello?” you answered nervously, trying your absolute best to stabilize your voice. due to all the crying and frustration, however, your voice came out more hoarse and broken than intended. the other line was silent.

“. . . chenle?”

“meet me at the coffee shop next to the dorms in twenty minutes.”

“what? why?” you began, but the line had already gone dead. confused, you dragged yourself out of your bed and made yourself look presentable. well, as presentable as you could, considering the fact that you’d been hibernating in your room out of sadness for the past four weeks.

you arrived to the cafe with a heavy heart. you were sure your heart was going to burst out of your chest at the sight of the five boys who seemingly hated you, sitting around a table with one empty chair. you hesitantly walked in, the bell on the door gaining their attention. you smiled lightly at them out of habit. you sat down in silence, hugging your sweater a little tighter on instinct, feeling small under their gazes. they were surely going to scold you, right? i mean, you did just break their best friend’s heart. but yours was broken, too.

the boys took in your appearance, and with one glance, they knew you were just as heartbroken as jisung. their younger friend had barely spoken since that day; he would perform and practice like always, but the minute the cameras were off, he was cold and distant. he locked himself in his room every night, forcing jaemin to sleep on the couch. he had barely eaten, his energy and passion dropping drastically due to a lack of motivation. even the fans had started suspecting the changes. he wasn’t acting himself.

haechan was the first to break the silence. “we’re sorry, y/n. . .” he spoke quietly, avoiding your eyes in shame and guilt. your eyes widened in surprise, a shocked huh? coming from your mouth. is this a joke? as if renjun read your mind, he answered your question.

“we’re serious. we never gave you a chance. we were so mean to you and we’re sorry for everything. truly sorry,” renjun said, a glint of sincerity in his eyes. the apology, in all honesty, pricked at a certain part of your heart. like a bandaid being ripped from a wound, and all it took was a gentle smile from jaemin before your eyes were watering. “especially about your grandma’s dress,” renjun added on in a guilty mutter, training his eyes downward. you flinched at his words, remembering the mess they made of your precious grandmother’s dress.

you sniffled, your tears flowing freely now as you cleared your throat. “you guys were just worried about jisung, it’s understandable-“ you began, before chenle cut you off.

“why are you so nice to us, y/n? we treated you like shit from day one for absolutely no reason, and you’re still being nice to us and making excuses for our behavior. we know we’re in the wrong, y/n. you don’t need to say anything.”

you gaped at him, before slowly nodding your head as you cried. you were surprised to feel a comforting hand on your shoulder, looking up and seeing a kind-smiled haechan through your tears. “seriously, why? you’re too kind, y/n.” you could only look at him, muttering a small, “because jisung loves you guys so much.”

your own words made you cry harder, lightly laughing at yourself out of nerves. “i’m sorry for crying like this,” you said, swiping at your red and puffy cheeks, trying to keep up with the vigorous tears.

jaemin lightly chuckled, “it’s no big deal. it’s no different than jisung, nowadays.” at this, your heart nearly ripped in half, and you felt a pain in your chest that you could only describe as excruciating. you looked up at him wide-eyed, stuttering over yourself, struggling to find the words.

“he’s a mess, y/n,” jeno spoke truthfully, his own eyes watering a bit at the thought of jisung cooped up in his room, crying himself to sleep every night. “don’t blame it on yourself. it’s not your fault. it’s ours,” he said.

your cries hadn’t stopped, the people around giving you weird looks and questioning eyes. “please talk to him, y/n,” chenle pleaded, eyeing you carefully. you quickly regained your composure, hiccups now replacing your cries. you thought for a moment, “what if he’s too upset with me? what if he wants nothing to do with me anymore?”

“trust us, y/n. he wants everything to do with you. he needs you.”

—

your hand shook as you lifted it up to the doorknob of the familiar practice room. you let out a shaky breath, closing your eyes in an attempt to gain back your composure. jisung and his members were leaving for tour in a few days, and you refused to let him leave without talking to him. you were planning to wait until nighttime, but as you sat in your room with your mind swirling, you couldn’t wait any longer.

you had finally gained the courage to open the door, but before you could, someone else beat you to it. mark looked at you with surprise, an unreadable expression on his face. you quietly greeted him, nervously picking at your nails as you shuffled on your feet.

“y/n? what are you doing here?” he spoke, his eyes softening at the clear distress on your face. you lightly peaked inside the practice room, and mark instantly got the hint. he quickly moved aside to make room for you, an encouraging smile on his face.

the world seemed to stop, then. the moment you walked into the room, jisung had caught your eyes in the mirror. his hair was disheveled, his eyes puffy, red, and tired. the bags under his eyes sadly matched yours, his face looking slimmer than normal and his figure hunched over in a sulk. his skin was red and uneven, a few stress pimples coating his forehead and his chin.

“y/n?” he spoke suddenly, his voice broken, and your eyes instantly teared up at the sound of his voice cracking. nearly everyone was staring at you wide-eyed, and you gulped nervously.

“i know this probably isn’t the best time, but i-i just. . . “ you trailed, losing your voice as you looked at the ground. you looked up again, jisung now facing you with a sad look in his eyes. you sighed, “can we talk?”

—

the door was closed and the boys couldn’t hear anything, but that didn’t stop them from looking through the small glass window. even their choreographer was trying to get a better view, all of them hoping and praying that you were here to get their maknae back. they could only see your face, jisung’s back to the door. you held his hands tightly in yours, your lips moving and tears flying freely down your face.

they couldn’t see jisung, but the way his shoulders shook vigorously was a clear indication that he, too, was sobbing. your regretful words and pleas of i love you more than anything, i’m such an idiot for breaking up with you sent daggers through jisung’s heart. your eyes screamed the words forgive me, please. and how was he to say no to you?

he nodded his head with intent, “i could never be mad at you for this, y/n. i’m such a coward for not sticking up for you-“

“don’t say that, park jisung. you did stick up for me. it’s all in the past now, okay? they. . . they apologized to me. they’re the reason i’m here right now,” you confessed, jisung’s eyes widening at your words.

“none of it matters now, i promise. please, can we forget this ever happened? i can’t be without you, baby,” you cried, the affectionate name sounding so familiar yet so foreign to jisung. it tugged at his heart strings, all strumming for you in every way possible. without hesitation, he nodded his head, a relieved smile taking over his features.

you practically wailed in relief, taking his face in your hands and planting your lips on his in a passionate kiss; all of the emotions that the two of you had felt over the past weeks were being poured out, your pain matching each other’s in the most intimate and vulnerable way possible. the taste of your simultaneous tears didn’t matter in that moment; all that mattered was that you were his again, and he was yours.

“they’re kissing! i repeat, they’re kissing!” taeyong exclaimed, a series of happy and excited shouts filling the room as the members cheered for the both of you. jisung pulled away, only to look back and see a bunch of prying eyes through the window, all smiling and high-fiving each other at the scene before them. and the best part? the dreamies were the happiest of them all. you chuckled at them, causing jisung to look back at you in amazement.

“i love you so much, y/n. please never leave me again,” he whispered, burying his face in your neck and pulling you as close as he possibly could. your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, closing your eyes in bliss and letting out a sigh of relief. “never again,” you assured both him, and yourself. you basked in his embrace. finally. you were home. he held you as if you were to disappear the second he let go, and in that moment, jisung concluded that losing you was his biggest fear.

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the-widow-sisters · 3 years

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Never Too Big

Summary: Three times that Yelena makes up an excuse to sit on her big sister's lap and one time she doesn't. Natasha just feels blessed to have her sister so close. Well, that is, when Yelena's not doing it to be irritating.

Word Count: 2416

The first time that Yelena sat in Natasha’s lap since they were children in Ohio was one afternoon when Yelena returned from her trip to the nearest convenience store where she had gotten one of those cheap crushed ice smoothie things. Natasha had been working out and had just finished changing her clothes when she sat down in Yelena’s favorite armchair. Yelena walked through the front door shortly after she took the seat.

“Welcome home…. Were they out of the smoothies?” Natasha questioned hopefully as she heard Yelena dropping her bag on the table. Yelena laughed humorlessly and Natasha could not help the grin that came onto her face in response to the girl.

“Nope. The machines were full, and I got a cherry-flavored one,” Yelena responded, and Natasha’s smile dropped as she scrunched her nose in slight disgust.

“Gross,” Natasha expressed wholeheartedly.

“You just don’t know what tastes good,” Yelena shot back as she entered the living room, pausing immediately just in front of the armchair that Natasha was currently slumped in. Natasha shifted her gaze up to look at the blonde who was currently staring down at her.

“That’s my seat. Move,” Yelena spoke, but Natasha could hear the slight teasing in her voice, and the redhead knew that she was just trying to mess with her.

“No. I’m resting,” Natasha replied, closing her eyes as she sunk in more deeply in the armchair. Her muscles were aching from her particularly exerting workout earlier, and every part of her hurt too much. It made her realize that she was perhaps getting too old for this sort of effort.

“How is your butt taking up that much space? Move over and let me sit,” Yelena informed her, and Natasha shook her head, reopening her eyes to look at Yelena in disbelief.

“There’s a literal couch right over there,” Natasha informed her, and Yelena just raised an eyebrow as she stared at her sister with a challenge in her eyes. Natasha reciprocated the gaze with just as strong of resolve as the blonde.

However, to Natasha’s utmost surprise, Yelena just suddenly spun around and sat down on Natasha’s legs, leaning back against Natasha’s front. Natasha huffed in surprise, and Yelena just happily sucked on her smoothie.

“What are you doing?” Natasha asked, and Yelena shrugged.

“Sitting in my spot.”

“Well, it looks like you’re sitting on me,” Natasha bluntly informed her, and Yelena shifted her weight so that she was settled more heavily on Natasha. Natasha grunted with the force.

“It feels that way, too,” Natasha added, her voice a little strained, and Yelena just wiggled so that she was more slumped against Natasha’s body and her head was resting just above Natasha’s shoulder as her rear end settled between Natasha’s legs comfortably.

“You’re not very comfortable,” Yelena informed her, getting another swig of her drink as she flashed her honey-green eyes in Natasha’s direction. Natasha sighed deeply, a façade of aggravation on her face but her true emotions reflecting nothing of the sort.

“Then go lay on the couch,” Natasha replied, but there was no real venom or insistence in her voice. It was mostly defeat since she knew how this was going to end. Yelena wanted to sit in that location and she definitely was not going to give in.

Yelena just shook her head, snuggling closer to Natasha. Natasha just groaned before resting her head against Yelena’s shoulder and closing her eyes as Yelena watched the television with the sound turned down on it. She pulled her arm up and around Yelena’s waist as she pulled her back against her.

Natasha knew her sister was just being stubborn, but Natasha was not going to let that get in the way of Natasha herself enjoying the close contact with her favorite person in the world.

……………………………………………………………………………………………

The second time it happened, Natasha was trying to have an adult, civilized conversation with Clint Barton on her phone. They were facetiming because his kids had wanted to talk to their Auntie Nat, and she was much too soft-hearted toward them to turn them down, despite the fact that she did not enjoy facetiming at all.

However, just when Clint had gotten the phone back and had started talking to Nat by himself, Yelena chose that moment to strike.

She came up to the side of the couch where Natasha was sitting, staring at her insistently. Natasha just ignored her, continuing her conversation with Clint. She could feel Yelena’s glare more than she actually saw it, but if she focused on her peripheral vision, she could definitely see the furrowed eyebrows.

She motioned to Yelena to tell her to give her a moment, and she could tell from the change in Yelena’s posture that this was not going to be good enough for her.

But Natasha kept her focus on Clint. She could worry with Yelena’s drama later once she was off the phone.

What she did not count on was the fact that Yelena was going to just plop down in her lap, squishing one of her arms that was holding the phone up which caused the phone to fall out of her hand. Natasha let out a noise of surprise, and Yelena just relaxed there, a giant smirk on her face as she eyed Natasha wickedly.

“Clint, hang on! Yelena, what in the—”

“I needed you to pay attention,” Yelena told her simply, and Natasha rolled her eyes.

“Why?! What is it?!” Natasha demanded, wondering just what would warrant Yelena so rudely interrupting her and Clint’s conversation. From Yelena’s giant, cheese-eating grin, Natasha assumed that it was very likely a reason that was not worth all of the drama that Yelena had taken upon herself to create.

“We’re out of sour cream and onion potato chips,” Yelena answered her simply before cackling. Natasha just groaned deeply, and she could hear Clint laughing from the phone’s place in the floor.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes! They’re my favorite and I needed to make sure you got them on the grocery list,”

“It could’ve waited, though,” Natasha informed her, bending around her and grabbing the phone that had hit the floor. She was not really angry with the blonde, but she was slightly aggravated by her love of annoying the redhead.

“No, it couldn’t have. Sour cream and onion is the best in the world and the fact that we have no more is an issue of Avenger-level importance,” Yelena declared, and Natasha sighed in slight irritation as she held the phone up so that it was above Yelena’s shoulder and facing Natasha.

Clint was grinning widely.

“Sounds like you need to get off the phone and go get her some potato chips,” Clint told her, and Yelena’s grin was as big as his. Natasha rolled her eyes and rested her chin on Yelena’s shoulder since it was so conveniently there to serve as a chinrest.

“Yeah, Natashka. I’m hungry,” Yelena informed her, looking over at the older woman. Natasha shifted her gaze from the phone over to Yelena’s adoring gaze which, of course, the blonde likely did not know looked so loving when she was trying to be irritating.

“You’re always hungry,” Natasha shot back, but her words did not possess the fire that she halfheartedly attempted to summon into them.

“Hey, look at that, she’s got something in common with you, Barton,” Natasha added, raising an eyebrow at the man on the phone. He deflated a bit as she chuckled at his reaction.

Yelena snuggled in a little further, making her own quip, and Natasha could not help but notice how comfortable the younger girl was in this situation.

Of course, Natasha could not say anything since she was just as contented as the blonde.

……………………………………………………………………………………………

The third time it happened, Natasha was peacefully sitting and quietly enjoying Melina’s company as the woman busied about in the kitchen and was working to serve dinner for their weird, dysfunctional little family.

“Hello,” Yelena suddenly interrupted the atmosphere, marching through the door as if she had a definitive purpose and reason, and Melina turned her head with a slight smile.

“Hello, dear,” Melina kindly replied, warmth in her voice as she addressed the girl. Natasha just smiled lovingly at her younger sister.

“Hey, little one,” Natasha greeted, and Yelena narrowed her eyes as she stared at Natasha. However, there was an unhidden adoration in her gaze as she eyed the redhead. Natasha quirked an eyebrow, wondering what her younger sister was about to say to her.

“I’ve got a bone to hack with you. I heard that you said—"

“Pick,” Natasha interrupted, barely holding back a laugh as she relaxed in her chair, noting Melina’s disapproving glance at the slouching. Natasha was convinced that she was not slouching, but she straightened just a little to avoid Melina’s chastisement. Yelena immediately looked confused at Natasha’s interruption, and she blinked at her.

“What?” Yelena questioned, her voice conveying her cluelessness.

“A bone to pick. You said hack,” Natasha corrected, and Yelena narrowed her eyes. Natasha had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing at the younger girl’s expression and overall irritation with Natasha.

“Whatever. I heard that you said I was not cute anymore,” Yelena informed her, and Natasha suddenly realized that the girl looked almost offended about the whole thing. Natasha might be slightly more worried about it if she did not remember the exact words she had uttered and knew that Yelena was blowing it way out of proportion.

“I said you were all grown-up and not that same cute little girl anymore.”

“SEE!!!” Yelena proclaimed accusingly, pointing her finger at Natasha, and Natasha just grinned in reply, feeling the urge to reach out and grab Yelena’s adorable chubby face that was shoved near Natasha’s own as she glared at her with that typical challenging expression.

“I also said you’re very pretty now,” Natasha added, and Yelena just sniffed with indignation as she looked away from the redhead.

“She doesn’t think I’m cute anymore,” Yelena announced to the room, her arms crossed, and Natasha just huffed a bit with laughter. Melina shook her head, choosing to avoid getting involved in this drama. However, judging by the barest hints of a smile on her face, she was enjoying the exchange.

“I meant you’re just not a little girl anymore,” Natasha explained, feeling a bit of laughter bubbling up. Yelena narrowed her eyes.

“Well, if I’m cuter as a little girl, I’ll behave like one then,” Yelena proclaimed before suddenly sitting on Natasha’s lap. Natasha huffed but wrapped her arms around Yelena’s waist to keep her in place.

“You already behave like one. Look at the fit you just threw,” Natasha pointed out, and Yelena just leaned back so that she was squishing her shoulder against Natasha’s face in defiance. Natasha turned her head to the side, chuckling with a wide grin as she held onto the blonde.

Natasha was beginning to think that Yelena just wanted an excuse to sit on her lap.

……………………………………………………………………………………………

Natasha’s theory was fully confirmed when they were sleepily watching a movie, and Natasha’s eyelids were growing heavy. Yelena was right by her side, and her sister’s warmth was starting to lull her out of consciousness.

In fact, Natasha was almost asleep when she suddenly felt a weight starting to move into her lap.

She was dangerously close to opening her eyes in the midst of her somewhat confused and disoriented state, but she kept them shut as she waited to see what Yelena would do.

To her surprise, Yelena wiggled her way very carefully into her lap, curling herself into a ball as she rested her head on Natasha’s shoulder in the crook of her neck. Natasha’s heart immediately melted with the girl’s touch and the love that she was obviously too worried to show while Natasha was conscious or seemed to be.

Natasha waited a few moments longer before snaking her arms up and around Yelena. Yelena stiffened a tiny bit, frozen and almost seeming as if she were waiting on something. Natasha hummed under her breath with contentment, pressing a small kiss to Yelena’s head.

“Mmm… Y’know, if you wanted to sit on my lap, you could’ve just done it a while ago,” Natasha informed her easily, her voice rough with sleep. She felt Yelena immediately loosen up in response to that and the blonde’s arms wrapped more tightly around Natasha as she nuzzled into the redhead’s neck.

“You said I was not the same little girl, and we did this kind of thing when we were small,” Yelena replied in a mumble, and Natasha could feel the uncertainty coming off of her in waves. Natasha shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Little one, you’ll never be too big to sit in my lap,”

“I’m bigger than you,” Yelena informed her, and for once it was not even in her typical condescending, smug tone that she always took when the topic of their height was brought up. It had a significant undertone of insecurity and slight shame.

“By one inch,” Natasha quickly replied, and Yelena chuckled a small bit before quickly falling silent.

“Besides. I thought you said you didn’t mind touching in public.”

“I don’t. I just worried that you would not want me sitting on you like a baby,” Yelena informed her, her accent growing thicker, and Natasha was almost sure that she was about to transition fully to Russian. It was something that the blonde always did when she was feeling insecure or was uncomfortable with something she had to say. However, the fact that they were alone must have contributed to the reason she remained speaking English.

“I always want you close. I haven’t been able to hold you like this for over twenty years. I don’t care how old you are. I want you close to me and you don’t have to have an excuse for it,” Natasha informed her, and she could hear the small sniffle that sounded off somewhere near her neck. She could also feel the slight wetness against her skin.

“Ya lyublyu tebya bol'she vsego ili kogo-libo,” Natasha admitted to her, and she could feel the smile pulling at Yelena’s lips. Natasha knew what it meant to the girl. It was something that Natasha herself had wanted to hear from someone for so long after she was able to escape the Red Room.

“Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu.”

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Tolerate It (Din Djarin x Reader)

Rating: PG-13 my dudes.

Type: Angst and some undercooked tasteless fluff cuz I’m a mess and extremely rusty.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Unrequited love, because that’s all we have these days and that shit hurts.

A/N: Based on Taylor Swift’s “Tolerate it” because I deadass listened to that song for the first time and could just picture this scenario ALSO I’m extremely rusty. As in, I haven’t written jackshit like this in over a year. Pardon this crap, but i was really emotional and in need to project onto a newly released song.

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I sit and watch you reading with your head low

The three of you were sitting in the cockpit. The Mandalorian resting his head against the leather of the pilot chair as you sat behind him, The Child in your arms, entertaining itself by tugging and twirling some of your hair strands as you smile down at him and wiggle the occasional finger against his side making him laugh.

This adorable green creature didn’t even phantom about your existence 4 months ago and now you would kill and get killed for it. And admittedly, the same goes for the man resting with his back to you.

I wake and watch you breathing with your eyes closed

I sit and watch you.

You were a servant at the tavern where he was set to meet the Client and hand over the child, which was all part of a bigger plan, you later found out. Just like him and his team, you got trapped when the stormtroopers and deathtroopers surrounded the building and opened fire, killing the Client and sending a bullet flying dangerously close to your head. When Mando, as you called him, found a vent into the sewers he made sure that you were not left behind.

And that started it for you. He directed no more than 10 words in your direction between entering the location and offering an escape once it was crumbling down, but he was willing to save your life. Once out of danger, the questions started: “who are you”, “what’s your name”, and “don’t you have a place to go”. You told him then, the answers to all of those questions. And you also explained how, given that you were a servant you didn’t actually have a place to go back to.

So he did a logical thing. Or at least, then and there, it was a purely logical thing. A pro-quo, if you will. He offered you a place to stay, in return of you working as some sort of a makeshift assistant of his own; someone to look after The Child when he couldn’t and proceed basic maintenance to the Razor Crest when needed.

And you accepted. You know, the logical thing. Or at least , then and there, it was a purely logical thing.

Though small, you had your own bed in the lower part of the ship giving you some privacy, occasionally disrupted by The Child that insisted on being cuddle against you in order to fall asleep or when there was an emergency that required your help, but, even then, Din wouldn’t just barge in; He’d always knock and make sure you were okay with him opening the door.

You told yourself that he was just being respectful - giving you the privacy that he hoped you’d retribute, which you always did. When it came to such things, you’d tip toe around him, not asking too many questions and only talking when spoken to or when you wanted to break an incredibly heavy silence. You respected The Way.

I notice everything you do or don't do

Eventually, you started to pick up through his body language traits and quirks of his personality that you couldn’t capture through the enclosed and hidden facial expressions: how he’d always lay The Child against his left arm while on a hunt as to work the weapons with his other hand, how he’s close his fists whenever he realized that he was about to shoot someone; or how after encasing any creature in carbonite, he’d always look over at his capture for a few moments in silence, before rolling his shoulders back and walk away, without uttering a word.

And those little things started to change with time. Changing, as in, new instincts and unconscious movements came to be concerning you: small things, like he’d never walk you in front of him, so as to be on the lookout to any danger or making sure to deviate any conversation that a badly-internationalized creature might want to direct at you.

Eventually, it became bigger. Or at least you thought. He’d make sure that you were covered whenever you fell asleep anywhere that wasn’t your bed; he started to crack jokes with you and have the occasional fight over whose time it was to bathe the kid, like an old married couple.

You're so much older and wiser, and I I wait by the door like I'm just a kid

I greet you with a battle hero's welcome

Lay the table with the fancy shit And watch you tolerate it

One day he’d be like that, and the next, he’d come back after a hunt in which it was too dangerous for you to go, and you’d been waiting all day (when it wasn’t a whole week) for him to come back, not injured and very much alive, and he almost wouldn’t acknowledge you, going straight into the fresher and locking himself in there.

Every time you’d be at the ready with cloths in your hand, prepared to clean any blood splatter or to wrap any open wound. But he’d dismiss you and lock himself away, somewhere in the ship.

If you didn’t know what mixed signals were before, you sure as hell knew now.

I take your indiscretions all in good fun I sit and listеn, I polish plates until they gleam and glistеn

One day, you had enough.

It was dark night already, and Mando made a lousy entrance through the main portal, struggling to push ahead of him a man much larger than him, draped in canvas coverings.

“Just walk.” Mando grunted, at the same time as he pushed against the man’s back. You were just sitting there, as always, first aid at the ready by your side, watching the scene unfold, unbothered. That is, until you caught the man’s eye.

While you were out building other worlds, where was I?

“Last time I heard you were a lone rider.” He wickedly grins at you. “But maybe that was all talk and you were just keeping this all to yourself.”

You slowly sit upright as your body tenses up. Mando doesn’t utter a word.

“Who’s that pretty thing anyways?”

“No one. Keep walking.” He grunts, pushing the man once more and away from you.

No one.

Maybe you shouldn’t have been so bothered by that description because, truth be told, he was probably trying not to get you involved in any unnecessary interactions with that disgusting being. But it’s as if those words were the final straw you needed to snap out of this passiveness you’ve held on to for the past few months.

“You know virtually everything there is to know about me, my life, and my planet. You gave me shelter and I owe my life to you. But I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s The Way.”

“Oh would you shut the fuck up with that, already?”

“You don’t talk to me like that.”

“Does The Way say that you have to be an asshole 90% of the time. Shutting out the world around you whenever you just don’t feel like dealing with them. I never even got a single thank you for rewiring the central system which prevented us from freezing to death.”

“You won’t even acknowledge me every time you come back from a hunt and you just told that guy that I was no one. Those were the exact words you used.”

“I ditched the very peaceful and stable life that I had because I wanted to help you. I have done nothing but be loyal to you for the past few months, doing everything you ask me to, yet here I am begging for footnotes in the story of your life.”

You are too close to him, almost pressed against his chest. He steps past you, brushing against your shoulder, leaning over the cockpit’s panel, his hands supporting him. He answers, with his back facing you, like he always seems to do these days.

“If it was so peaceful, maybe you should go back to it, because obviously you weren’t cut for this life.”

“What, I wasn’t cut for The Way?” you walk in his direction, blood boiling and fists curled by your side.

“Exactly.”

“Fine, maybe I’ll go.” And in that moment you could almost swear his face dropped, even if you couldn’t see it. Taking advantage of the moment you step in his direction, tilting your head up, summoning all your strength “But first tell me it’s all in my head.”

“What?” he is caught off guard, turning to face you.

“Tell me that you haven’t stared more than a couple of times. That your heart didn’t drop to the bottom of your stomach when I almost drowned in the Mamacore cage. Tell me that you don’t need my help and that I mean nothing to you. Tell me that I am taking up too much of your space or time.”

“You can’t know if I stare at you.” Really? That’s the one thing he chose to answer?

“That I can.” you straighten your back, trying to look taller.

“How would you know?” comes the distorted voice through the helmet speakers.

“The same way that you don’t need to have eyes in the back of your head to know when someone is coming at you with a sword or pointing a gun at your head.”

He is silent but you can hear his breathing through the helmet - how it’s slightly accelerated.

“Din.”

“What was that?” you furrow your eyebrows, thinking that he only uttered a random sound.

“Din Djarin. That’s my name.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. He finally told you. It took almost a whole bloody year but he told you. He trusts you that much.

“Din and in D-i-n or Dean as in D-e-a-n?” you genuinely ask, walking over to the control table leaning your lower back against it. Din mimics your action, turning around and leaning himself against it, next to you.

“I just revealed to you a piece of information that I have never told anyone and you’re worried about the spelling.” he scoffs crossing his arms.

“I’d like to know what name will be written on my death certificate if I ever get killed because of you.”

He laughs. He actually laughs. Suddenly the heavy and tense atmosphere that was being held between the both of you dissipates as you both relax.

“You have quite the sense of humor.”

“And it only took you 7 months to find that out AND tell me your name.”

Then, silence again. But this time it isn’t uncomfortable. Not like the one there normally is. It’s as if you’ve quite literally cleaned the air. It is now comfortable to just be in his presence, nothing else. Not like it wasn’t before, don’t get me wrong, but you always needed something else, something more. But now? You were content.

“Sorry about what I said earlier, the you’re no one part.”

You smile up at him “It’s okay.”

“No it’s not, you said it yourself, I was an asshole.”

“No I shouldn’t have --” he cuts you off.

“You should. You are right. I just...” “The real reason why I dismiss you so much is because I am scared.” Now that catches you off guard.

“Scared of what? Of me? Because trust me you have fought with creatures much more --”

“No, I am scared that if I let you in, I’ll end up going the wrong way. I’m scared that if I let myself look at you when I want to or if I let myself give in to how much I want to come back to you at the end of every day that I’ll end up destroying all this discipline that I’ve insisted on myself all these years.”

Wow. You have to steady yourself with your hands with this information that just hit you right in the chest. “If I let myself give in to how much I want to come back to you at the end of every day” those words echo in your head and make your heart beat faster. Does he really feel that way about you?

But you decide with your better judgment not to push that particular point as the simple fact of him revealing the tiniest bit of his true feeling has already pushed him much farther than what he was willing to.

“I never asked you to take off your helmet.”

And little do you know that maybe you two are more similar than what meets the eye as now it’s his time to think Really? That’s the one thing she chose to answer?

“I know. And you’re the first person to not ask me that.” he says.

“Because I respect you. And I know how much it means to you, to keep your principles.”

“Is that all it is? Respect?” his heart is beating so fast and his body heat as come way up that the canvas and beskar around his body suddenly feel too itchy and warm.

You decide against your better judgment and toy with the idea.

“Why, did you expect anything else?”

“What- no no I didn’t ---” he stumbles over his own words, trying to still seem like the bigger person, but you cut him off.

“Din.”

“Hunh?” his helmet snaps in your direction and, maybe you are seeing things, but you can almost swear that you can see a pair of worried eyes through the black visor.

“I like you too.” and just like that the galaxy stopped. He almost forgot how to breathe weren’t it for your own alternated breathing that reminded him to allow that mechanism to happen again in himself. “And I’m willing to wait for whatever it is that you need to feel to be comfortable enough around me, and to let me in.”

There’s a sweet silence as you rest your warm hand on top of his leather-gloved one, your warmth passing through the fabric and he looks down at it in awe, his heart swelling like never before.

Suddenly you feel yourself being pushed in Dean’s direction from the opposite side from where he is leaning against the control board. You try to subtly resist it but the force gets too strong at once and you are plunged to his front. Thankfully he is quick enough to catch you and press you flush against his chest.

Both of your breathings are extremely accelerated and your heart is pumping in your your ears with the sudden movement. You can feel his gloved hands on the lower of your back. Then, you both slowly look to the side, to the sound of a coo only to find the kid, on the ground in front of you both, little hand outstretched.

“That little shit.” exhales Din.

You get your hand up and swiftly smack the back of his helmet.

“A little respect, that’s your son.”

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whenimaunicorn · 3 years

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The Heart of Admiration - Part 7

Charles Vane x OFC

In which some things are left unspoken that perhaps should be said, and others are uttered that definitely should not have been.

Prompt: “Looking for mermaids?” Content: introspection, sex-negative attitudes, crass objectification, angst, angst, angst. Catch up here.

Notes: I’m embarrassed to admit how long it’s been since I posted the last part, so I’m not even going to look up the date. Especially since this chapter resumes right where the last one left off! I hope you can remember what was going on with all that “Mrs. Vane” nonsense, because none of the other characters are letting Hope (or Charles) forget it... Also, fair warning, this ends on an cliffhanger, but I do have most of the rest already written and hopefully will be able to put it out in a more timely manner. Words: 2300

It's so much worse than she had thought. Bad enough that Captain Vane might now have the impression that she feels some romantic inclination towards him, but to learn that it’s spread to the entire crew, too? Jack’s words have set her to brooding all the more intently. Hope barely even noticed him depart.

Because . . . she doesn’t feel that way about Charles Vane. Does she? What face could she be making, that Jack thinks he sees longing in her eyes when she contemplates their captain? A ridiculous notion.

And yet. Hope has never believed in lying to herself. A capable woman faces all of the facts head-on. To do otherwise would leave a lady trapped. Outmaneuvered. Society thrives on the soul-numbing lies it requires women to tell themselves. And Hope’s most fervent promise to herself was to leave that sort of thing behind.

No self-deception, then. When she thinks of Charles Vane, her chest warms. His presence on deck sets her heart beating faster, and the effect is not solely due to his authority, is it. He doesn’t speak much, but when he does she listens eagerly, interested in every rare glimpse into his mind.

Bother. Jack might be onto something.

Those stray thoughts she suffered through in the wee hours last night may not only have been sparked by Vane’s unusual proximity. The warmth in her body spreads lower.

When she turned to piracy, leaving Society, she abandoned its restrictions. This included a short period in which she satisfied certain curiosities. So her maidenhead is gone. Its passing was . . . anticlimactic. She hasn’t thought much about sex since then. Pities the women required to perform that marital duty on a nightly basis, if she’s being honest. And she’s quite motivated to keep to her course now, a life of independence that will hopefully culminate in the acquisition of a small fortune sufficient to set up her own comfortable retirement by the time age starts to stiffen her joints.

She’s surprised, then, to find the notion hidden in the depths of her mind that with Vane, such intimacy could be different. The way his hand had molded itself around her thigh last night, the feel of his arms around her and his breath against her neck when he’d smelled her perfume. Her body had responded so much more vigorously than expected.

But it was probably just the drink. And reactions such as those are always fleeting, aren’t they. Such feelings are not an acceptable reason to risk her respectful place on this crew by tumbling into bed with its captain.

Hope turns away from the rail, puts her back to the sea and gathers her thoughts into a forceful summary of conclusions. Yes, it seems she is harboring a certain affection for Charles Vane. But it’s manageable. Not something she is going to allow to interrupt her plans. If she can just figure out how to wipe the dreamy schoolgirl look off her face that certain perceptive members of the crew have apparently noticed, she should be fine. Because it’s not like her feelings are returned. He would have made a move by now. She remembers her early suspicions, that Vane might be attracted to her, but things had settled, quite comfortably, between them since then. She’s almost embarrassed to have been prideful enough to have thought it.

That issue being settled, she marches herself back up to the helm to adjust their course and sets her thoughts to things that are truly important.

~*~

Fellows pulls through; the cache is there, and no soldiers in sight. They make quick work of hauling it all onto the Ranger. The sun is slanting low by the time they’re done; they’ve had to swing around the long way to avoid being spotted by anyone that could later connect their ship to the theft.

Days like these remind Vane why he’s so grateful to have such a skilled navigator, who can locate their position so precisely that they can leave the sight of land and come back in at such an exact, advantageous angle. Swoop in on the cache from nowhere, and swoop right back out again. They’re like ghosts today.

Rich ghosts. He’d never hear the end of it if he ever drove her away with his clumsy, misguided affections.

Vane knows he will have to be very careful tonight. Their ship could not be seen returning from the location of the cache, and there was not enough time to return Mr. Fellows home from a more roundabout angle before sundown. Which meant their guide was spending the night on the ship, bunking with the crew, and Hope . . . Hope would of course be sleeping in the captain’s quarters with her “husband.”

Vane exhales, fingers gripping the railing as if the wood might impart some of its steadfastness. To have had her unexpectedly in his arms was one thing. A pure, heavenly moment that had caught him by surprise. It was quite another to know that she was to spend the night with him again. How could he possibly stay calm, and feel her body just beside his, in his own narrow bed?

It would be a simple thing to sneak a hammock into his quarters, of course. He feels his face burn a bit as he becomes aware that he’d like to pretend that particular solution had just never occurred to him.

Hope’s smart. She will definitely think of it herself, anyway.

~*~

Hope finds herself down by the guns. It’s not her turn to help with the cleaning and re-setting, but she doesn’t want to be anywhere near Fellows, or Vane, or the boisterous crew in the mess. Besides, she likes being seen doing extra work; helps combat many of the prejudices about a lady on board. She settles in next to Stevens, one of the handful of her old Starling crew that had been accepted with her into the Ranger’s fold.

“Mrs. Vane,” he says by way of greeting just as she starts the scrubbing. He doesn’t say it like the other crewmen had. There’s scorn in his voice, and perhaps a hint of a question.

Hope scowls. “Not you, too.”

Stevens nods, as if she’s passed his test. They work in companionable silence for a while, until the only other man on this deck stretches, stows his tools, and exits via the ladder. Probably sneaking off now that Hope has effectively taken his spot. Only then does Stevens speak. “Been hopin’ you’d come talk to me.”

Hope looks up, without pausing her work.

“Seem to be finding your place here.”

“Everyone has use for a good navigator.”

“More than that. Look like you’re fitting in.”

“Do I?”

“Or is this just what you do. Make people like you. Find your way to the top, the inner circle, even if you’re just making the best of it.”

There’s a bitterness to the way he’s speaking, but Hope doesn’t feel like it’s directed at her, necessarily. Stevens has always had friendly feelings for her, that’s why he followed her to this crew. She decides to say very little, invite him to say a little more. “Can you blame me?”

“Guess not. You’ve always had a way with people.” He glances at the hatch, though there’s no one there. “Big take today,” he comments.

Hope grunts in agreement.

“Biggest we’ve had, since leaving Nassau.” He puts a little more oil on his rag. “Big enough to make up for the Starling.”

Hope’s hands stop moving. She forces them to continue. “I . . . hadn’t thought of it that way.”

Stevens sniffs, a sudden rush of nose-clearing air. “We have. Me and some of the boys.”

He has to mean the rest of the Starling crew. There’s four more of them, those that Vane hadn’t seen a need to punish for her brother-in-law’s stunt, fine seamen who hadn’t seemed like a mutiny risk to Jack when he recruited them out of the splinters of that disbanded crew. Hope had even vouched for them.

Apparently Jack can’t be right about everything.

“With your help, Hope, it’d be easy.”

~*~

Vane’s quiet contemplation is interrupted by Jack’s voice. “Looking for mermaids?” he asks, joining his captain on the deserted stretch of deck and staring down into the dark waters alongside him. The ship is safely hidden in a cove, and most of the crew are down in the mess for their nightly meal.

Vane replies with a rather rude gesture.

“No, there’s only one maid you’re interested in.”

Vane looks up sharply.

“Has a nice ring to it, ‘Mrs. Vane.’ I suppose that’s why the crew can’t seem to stop saying it.”

He grunts. “Torturing her.”

“Maybe just a little.”

Jack lapses into silence, but Vane is certain that won’t last for long. Maybe he should walk away now, avoid the question that is sure to be coming next. However . . . Vane can’t stop asking it of himself, either. So he may as well just let Jack say it.

“I’m out of more subtle advice,” Jack says. “And you never were one for subtlety, anyway. So here’s this: if you want her, just take her already.”

Not exactly what Vane thought he’d hear. He shifts, looks more squarely at Jack, and plays dumb with his reply. “I have.”

“Not onto your crew. It’s obvious how much you want her in your bed.” He’s eying Vane closely.

Is this what Jack thinks of him? He’d always pegged Jack as a bit of a romantic, seeing how well he treats Anne. He’d been bracing himself for a conversation about deep feelings. Not this crassness. “And as a member of my crew,” Vane growls in reply, “she’s got full rights here. I can’t have her by force.”

“Who says you need to force her?”

This is not what Vane wanted to hear, either. The last thing he needs is to build up a false hope. “Lay off, Jack. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He turns squarely back toward the water.

“You really can’t tell.”

“I’ve tried flirting with her, Jack. When we first got her. She rejected me quite squarely.”

“Sometimes I wonder what it is you consider to be ‘flirting,” Charles, when most of your experience is with whores who already know how your coin spends.” Or girls looking to yoke his power, but at least Jack was kind enough not to mention that part. “Is it possible your approach lacks a certain . . . art?”

“Don’t say you’re offering to teach me,” he growls.

Jack’s hand flutters in the air. “You’re a lost cause anyway.”

“I’ve already resolved to never try again.”

“But why?” Jack leans over the rail, seeking his eyes. “She’s as smitten as you are; I don’t see how you can’t see it.” He sighs. “You’re too much alike, too proud and too timid, both at once, to see what’s right in front of you.”

“I know what’s in front of me,” Vane retorts, choosing to ignore the accusation of cowardice. Because he likes Jack. He’s let him get away with worse without rearranging his face over it. He can let this one go too. He takes a deep breath, and feels himself scowling. “I’m not going to say anything to her. Leave it, Jack. You weren’t there this morning. When she woke up and found herself in bed with me . . . she made her lack of interest abundantly clear.”

Jack is shaking his head. “I can’t believe that. More likely you’ve scared her off with your extreme stoicism. How is she to know of your interest, if you’re not giving any signs of it?”

Vane looks over from the corner of his eye. “If I’m not giving any signs, then how can you be so certain that you know my heart?”

Jack claps him on the shoulder. “Because I know you too well, Charles. I know your tells. And you’ve gone through too much trouble to capture this bird.”

Vane growls his disagreement with that choice of phrasing.

Jack keeps barreling on. “Yes, yes. She’s a great value to the crew. But that’s not why you took her.”

“Don’t say it like that.”

“Is that not what you did? You saw what you wanted, and you got control of her. We didn’t have to come down so hard on the Starling. But you needed to stake your claim. Now I feel like we’re all just holding our breaths. I’ve never seen you like this. You took her, I don’t understand why now you won’t take her. Tough as she is, she’s too much a maid to be the one to take the initiative. She might even be a virgin still. In need of a strong, experienced hand like yours to guide the way.”

Vane grunts, he can’t help it. He’s been trying so hard not think this way, but Jack’s words bring unbidden images to his mind. Hope’s wide eyes, looking up at him from his pillow. The softness of her flesh; the sounds she’d make if he—

Jack’s still talking. “God knows you both could use it. And she won’t be getting it anywhere else, not with you looming over her as you are. So why don’t you get on with it? Scoop her up and throw her in your bed. Hope’s not more than a bird you’re keeping in a cage if you keep going on like this.”

“Is that what I am.” Hope Wickham herself materializes from the shadow at the end of the deck. How long had she been standing there, listening, fuming? Long enough, judging by the look on her face. Charles Vane feels his heart sink down to his knees.

On to Part 8

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it-was-summer · 4 years

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Who Do You Love? (Five x reader)

Requested: YES!! I am so so so happy that people are sending in requests! Also I am so sorry that this took me so long to write, I just started college in August and I haven’t had the motivation to write, with love em. I hope this satisfies <3. @kennahargreeves8

Plot:Could you do a Five x reader fanfic where the reader and Five are mean to each other and they like each other. The reader kidnapped by the commission because they distracted Hazel and Cha Cha from kidnapping Klaus and the reader and Five kiss at the end.

Word Count: 4,674 (I went overboard)

He was nothing but a little boy, even in his adult body. You were working at the Commission when someone had brought up the appearance of a boy running around in the wastelands of the post apocalyptic twenty-nineteen. He wasn’t supposed to be there, and yet there he was.

It took the commission a few years to decide to let him become a field worker, like you. You were a good field worker, always got the job done right, worked alone, worked quietly and didn’t ask for too much. You didn’t enjoy it as much as they thought you did, but it paid well and it was guaranteed protection.

He needed to be trained and one day, when you were about to leave your hotel room, The Handler was standing in front of your door with number Five. “No,” you went to close the door, but a polished, red heel stopped you. “He can get trained by someone else.” You begged as you slowly opened up the door.

“I know, Sweetheart,” She reached out her hand to gently pat your face “You are simply, the best!”

You scoffed at her reasoning, stepping to the side to let her and Five enter the small room. “I’m simply the biggest pushover.” You corrected her gently as you sat on the edge of your bed, looking over at Five with a slight frown. He was inhabiting a body that was older than you envisioned. You requested to be put into a body that was in its early teens. It allowed you to stay alerted and awake, it didn't wear you down too much.

It was easy to fool people like this, but it did also attract some unwanted attention sometimes. You could feel your frown turn into a small grin at the memory of a woman asking ‘where your parents were’.

“Five won’t intervene, he will just be shadowing you for the time being,” she pat Five on the shoulder with a perfect smile. “I’ll see you later.” She waved her goodbye and then she was out the door, leaving the two of you alone.

Your partnership with Five was anything but short and sweet, the Handler wanted him to be with you for almost two months just so the commission could see just how good Five really was. He had talent that was sure, but he was too loyal. His loyalty to his family was definitely going to kill him.

He was also incredibly annoying. He wanted to do everything his way. He was always right about everything. Everything.

You wanted to go around the back, Five would blimp in before you could form a plan. His power was a major disadvantage to you, because you were just a normal assassin working for a company that dealt with the fabric of time and space.

He thought he was just so smart, so amazing. He was just so full of himself, it made you want to vomit in your mouth. If you went against any of his ideas then you were suddenly an ant. Nothing more than an ant on the sidewalk, getting yelled at by a grasshopper.

Nonetheless, he was a really talented recruit. He had the makings for a successful assassin but the talent he possessed could also lead to his downfall.

If you were being one hundred percent honest, you liked Five. You liked him because he was a hard worker and loyal friend, if you were giving him the title of friend.

He was nice to talk to and if you had to pick someone in the commission to team up with it would be Five. He was witty, never missed a beat and he let you make fun of how old he looked.

One day, while you were working you saw your friend in the briefcase room, the two of you made eye contact, you flashed him an easy smile and then you turned the corner. You didn't see him return.

Time was fluid here at the commission. It could be six days in one timeline could be an entire year at the commission, people worked fast and within the timeline. When it had been the day for the Kennedy assassination, all hell broke loose.

Normally you didn’t really care for things that caused people to run around in a hurry, yelling out orders from the Handler and panic ensuing, it wasn’t until you heard someone say, “Five’s gone awol” that you stopped in your tracks and let out a shaky breath, knowing that your friend probably wouldn’t be back alive.

No one seemed to care that much about your missing friend, a part of you wanted to ask the Handler what she was going to do to Five when they found him, but she was too stressed to even look your way.

You played with the watch, resting on your wrist, thinking about how many days it has been since you last saw your older friend, how many weeks? It was weird. Your friendship was weird, indeed. You were in such a small and young body and he was not, he had wrinkles. He was gross, you felt a tear slide down your cheek, gently swiping it away before deciding that you need to stop thinking about him before you got even more upset.

Days passed like years and months passed like centuries. No one uttered a word to you, but Five was buzzing in everyone’s mouths. He was messing up the timeline, you shouldn’t be worried, you should be ashamed.

You felt a bitter taste in your mouth as you stood up from your desk, wandering over to the briefcase room, people entering the room and leaving the room and a man at the desk in front of it.

Before you knew it, you were slipping into the briefcase room, grabbing one and vanishing with a flash of blue light as people screamed your name.

You knew where you were, you set the time, and now you were in the front yard of a classic looking building, doors and gates cleverly embroidered with two umbrellas. You swallowed hard and opened the gate.

You couldn’t knock on the door, you just stood there paralyzed, briefcase in hand. It was so stupid, you could run someone through with knife but you couldn’t knock on a stupid door. The only reason you abandoned the doorstep was because you were sure that you could hear someone talking close to the door. You walked with your head down, moving through the narrow streets of the city, narrowly missing people and letting your head fill with anxious thoughts.

The loyal part of you wanted to go straight back to the commission and apologize, hopefully not die and hope that you wouldn’t get fired, but there was a bigger part of you that needed to save your friend. You didn't have many friends so you needed to take care of the one you had, even if it meant leaving the commission.

When everything was taken care of, removing the tracker from your arm, then you set off back towards the academy. Along the way you were trying to summon any remaining courage you had left with every heavy step, blood dripping down from your arm at a sickening slow rate.

Your plan was to hide the briefcase outside of the house, knock on the door, ask for help and get inside. You didn’t want Five to know you were here, if he opened the door you were fine with it but you didn’t want one of his siblings telling him the news without your knowing.

You stashed the briefcase amongst the bushes in the front of the house, almost invisible, and then knocked on the door. The person who opened the door was a beautiful woman, dark skin and ombre hair in tight curls. You sucked in a sharp breath, your eyes filling with false tears “Miss, could you please help me?” you asked, voice cracking ever so slightly as you lifted your sleeve to show her the deep gash in your arm.

Then you were in, sitting at a table getting stitched up by another beautiful woman, dressed in a 60′s like fashion, perfect blond hair and a pleasant smile. She smiled ever so softly as she closed up your wound, ignoring the group that was surrounding you in the kitchen.

There were just three of them, two women, one of them being the women who opened the door and the other looking much more cautious matching the face of one very large man standing behind the two of them. You winced and let out a small sound of pain as you struggled to say your name, telling the story about how you had lost your mother on the streets and how someone attacked you in an alleyway.

The three of them looked anxious as the blond beauty finished fixing your arm and stood up in a cheery manner, leaving as she pondered about a woman's life out loud. They did say his family was strange, you never got any case files on them so they weren’t your concern...well right now they were.

They soon introduced themselves, Luther was the large man, Vanya was the small woman and Allison was the glamorous woman, you shifted in your seat, drying your eyes. “I’m sorry for intruding, I just ran to this house because of the umbrella,” You explained, gently caressing your arm, feigning childlike shyness.

Luther nodded a little as Allison started to speak “They make you feel safe?”

“No, I just like the decoration.” You responded in the best way you thought a child would. You had to use this tiny body for your best interest.

Allison, advocating for you, persuading her siblings to let you stay in her room promising she would actively look for your ‘mother’, mentioning how if her daughter was in your situation she would be dying of worry. To save her, the unnecessary worry you assured her that you had called your mother at a nearby payphone and told her your location, telling her that you were going to go into the umbrella academy before you went in. She seemed skeptical, but somewhat satisfied before leaving you all along.

You knew that you were not a welcomed visitor, nor could you stay very long, you just hoped that Five would be back before you had to fake your leave.

You sat on the bed, playing with your hands, chewing slightly on your lip deep in thought when you heard the familiar sounds of guns going off down the hall. When you opened the door you saw two figures in their masks shooting up a room, backs towards you, Hazel and Cha-Cha. You ran down the hall, passing a man taking a tub taking a bath, oblivious to the events unfolding around him. You ran down the hall into a vacant room, hiding against the wall behind the door.

After a jaw clenching minute, the dripping man came into his room, oblivious to you as you pressed against the wall watching him dance. It was then the attacker came into the room that was when the dripping man was made aware of the situation he was when. Hazel advanced towards the man, your tiny structure giving you the upper hand as you moved in front of him and swiping at his feet. He dropped, grabbing your ankles and pulled you down right after. The last clear thing you saw was the man running out in a towel yelling for his siblings and then the butt of Hazel’s gun coming down on you.

You came to, your eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness of what you assumed to be the truck that surrounded you.

They were idiots. The two of them, they kept asking you where Five was, and claimed that you were one of his siblings. Every time they would ask you would answer with ‘I don’t know’, the question was so repetitive that you wanted nothing more than to scream that you were with the commission. They had yet to notice that you were a desk worker, and ex-assassin, at the commission, they were just simply so amazingly dimwitted.

You hissed as Cha-Cha slid the blade of knife across your cheek, pressing hard enough to definitely leave a scar, warm, crimson blood trickling down your cheek before you let out a soft whimper of annoyance.

“You two are just going to keep asking me the same question over and over again aren’t you?”

“Of course, we know that he would have told his siblings where he was,”

“Not this sibling,”

“Soon they’ll be looking for you and we can get them all at once, you and your freak family will be wiped out of existence.” Cha-Cha hissed as she sat down on a chair directly across from yours. “So where is he? Don’t you care about your siblings?”

“Not necessarily.” You said with a dirty smile, tired eyes burning as you stared at her confused face.

“I’m done!” she said, shoving herself off of the chair and storming over to the bathroom in a fury, leaving you alone, Hazel following her silently.

It had hours since they kidnapped you, assumed you were a sibling of Five’s, and were now torturing you. Waterboarding occurred, it felt nice to have a clean face, a close call with a finger nail removal played out, but for the most part they would just keep beating you till you felt dull. The feeling of nothing spread across your body like an invasive species. It didn’t numb the pain, but it did numb the feelings that came with the pain.

You were tired, alone and desperate for a savior. You tried to gain the attention of the cleaning lady while you were locked and gagged in the hotel closet, but that attempt was futile.

You were strapped to a chair now, once again getting asked the same question over and over again. You were getting sick of this question, probably because you shared the same question as them. Eventually they both resided into the bathroom, you were facing a window with a strip of duct tape over your mouth when you saw the outline of a woman pass by the window. Using this as a lame excuse to try and escape you started to slam your head onto the table, praying to something that you would be heard.

This is when your emotions started to return, you felt terrified, the idea of dying here was terrifying. You were so close to finding him and these dim witted assassins shouldn’t be the final stop. You needed to get out of here. You wanted to live. That’s when the door unlocked and you made eye contact with a woman holding a gun, her eyes instantly locking onto yours.

She spoke but you just nodded as she freed you from your restraints. You shakily got to your feet, but then the bathroom door started to open and the shooting started. You hit the floor and started moving towards a rather large vent, you pulled the metal covering down seeing an all too familiar briefcase as you started to crawl into the vent, pushing the briefcase with you, finally escaping from your tormentors breathlessly.

Now you were running down a street, blood dripping from your arm again, having reopened your wound in the vents, but that didn’t matter, you were free.

You held onto the briefcase as you limped through the night streets, you didn't know where you were and you were hoping you could find a way back to the academy without those idiots following you. You needed to find Five. You sat on a park bench and fixed the briefcase to this date and time and changed the location, and suddenly you were there in a brilliant flash of blue.

When you appeared in front of the academy the first thing you did was destroy the briefcase, you had yours and those irritating little try hards didn’t deserve a way back home. You threw the dismantled briefcase into the street, hoping it would get run over or explode or something, one of the two. You walked up to the clean glass doors, looking into the bushes for your own briefcase only to greeted by the same plain green shrub you were already searching. You cursed softly to yourself and you reached for the doors, throwing any caution to wind.

After what you had just been through, you didn’t care. You were hoping that their ‘mother’ would care for you if she found you first. You really didn’t care what happened, you just needed to see Five. If you were being honest at this point he was your only hope, a friendly face that would hopefully give you food and water. You were hungry.

As you walked into the ,surprisingly, unlocked house no one greeted you, silence was your host. You aimlessly walked upstairs, towards the only area you were familiar: the bedrooms. It was the last place you had been in the house, maybe that man in the towel would be there, maybe he could help you with finding Five. You could hear voices, a conversation, a conversation that hopefully involved something interesting, one where you weren’t going to get beat up at the end of it.

You walked faster down the fall, taking a turn, getting closer and closer till you stood in the doorway of the room of the man you saved from Hazel and Cha-Cha. He was in there but he was talking to a young boy, he looked about your age, talked like he was older.

The man’s eyes landed on you in the doorway and you saw a haunted expression on his face and you knew he must’ve been the one to take your briefcase. Nobody looked calm when coming back for their first time, especially if it wasn't intentional. You were about to say something when the boy spoke up first.

“How did you get in here?” he asked rather alarmed. You sent him a small look of confusion before you remembered that this, in fact, was not your house.

“I... uh, the door was open,” you answered lamely, hoping that this little boy, whoever he was, would let it drop. You pointed at the man you saved, “Why do you have a horrified look on your face and where is my briefcase?” you questioned, stepping into the room, only to be blocked by the boy.

“What are you doing here, Y/N?” the boy said, something about the way he said your name was familiar. You took a small step away from him, how did he know your name?

“How do you know my name?” you said retreating to the door, closely watching the two in front of you.

“What do you mean, ‘how do I know your name’, you trained me!” he scoffed at you, letting the realization dawn on you.

“Five,” you beamed, rushing to him “oh you're so tiny! Just like me! I was here looking for you, but then Hazel and Cha-Cha,”

You were cut off by the older man, “She saved me from getting kidnapped from those psychos’ in the masks and then I found the briefcase out front, thought it had money in it, and I went back to Vietnam,” he breathed, sounding plain exhausted as he told his short story. You nodded a little as you watched him fall onto the bed with a groan “Now can you two please lower the volume?” he ended, frowning at you and Five at the center of the room.

You inched closer to bed, reaching up to tap his shoulder ever so gently, his eyes closed as he tried to calm his aching head “What did you do with the briefcase?”

“Destroyed it,”

You let out a small whine before you nodded, turning around on your heel and leaving the room, let out a tiny yell in the hallway before you turned around seeing Five staring at you with a small grin on his face.

Five had left the academy in a flash, only to return seconds later, you watched him as you were left sit in his room as he began to frantically mutter equations to himself, writing out his process on the walls around the two of you. You stood up, staring at his work on the walls with a small frown “What exactly is your plan?” you asked, looking over your shoulder at Five, seeing him pause his frenzy.

“You aren’t involved in the plan,”

“Five, don’t be ridiculous! I’m here, I’m your ally, let me help you.” You pleaded calmly, walking over to him with a little smile. He looked better now, age wasn’t really a concept at the commission. Technically you were in your forties but you looked about fifteen or fourteen, and now Five looked the same. You thought it was funny that he used to wear clothes like this everyday.

“You aren’t even supposed to be here, besides I need someone here at the academy to make sure something doesn't go wrong. You got promoted to a caseworker, so you know how important this must be.”

Your smile dropped, but you nodded in agreement, knowing that he had a plan and you had to stick to it if you wanted this to pan out well.

So now you were waiting at his house, he said he was going to go and meet Hazel and Cha-Cha, with a fake briefcase. You could tell he wasn’t telling you the whole truth, it was the way he scrunched up his nose, that's how you knew he was lying.

You never felt so helpless, you didn’t know how to stop the apocalypse and you didn’t know if you would be any help in stopping the apocalypse. So now you laid on Five’s bed, it didn’t smell like Five. Five smelt like pine and a tiny hint of sandalwood. You smiled a little as you turned to lay on your side, letting exhaustion catch up to you as you fell into a deep sleep.

You were pissed, it had been a day since Five disappeared, leaving you to watch over his chaotic family. They always had so much drama, and they did not trust you. You understood them not trusting you, but come on really, stop with the dramatics. You sat on a bar stool, listening to the siblings bicker among themselves for what felt like a second time when Five dropped out of the sky, slamming onto the island.

His siblings clamored around him, asking him questions, but he stood up, stole Allison’s coffee, downed it and then lectured his siblings. He then explained that they needed to stop Harold Jenkins. You tuned out the rest of the conversation, eyeing Five carefully, something about him wasn’t right. He kept ranting on and on with his siblings continuously bombarding him questions, and yet all you could do was stare at him.

The little brat wasn’t even acknowledging you, he was so... infuriating. You moved to follow Five out of the room, wanting to help, even if he didn’t want to. So now you were in the backseat with Allison, while the Five and Diego bickered in the front seats. When Diego left, the three of you stood outside the alleyway, and you and Five watched Allison make a call to Vanya.

You looked over at him, a frown still etched on your face as you stared at him. “Why didn’t you tell me the whole plan?”

“You didn’t need to know the whole plan, you need to stay put and stay safe.”

“You don’t know what I need,” you gently kicked his shoes with yours, your voice cracking slightly “,what if you died? What would I do then? My goal isn’t to save your family’s life, it’s to save yours. Tell me what I would’ve done, Five.”

Five stared at you after that, looking a little shocked. You understand why until he reached up towards your face and brushed the falling tear off of your cheek before he let out the smallest “I’m sorry” you had ever heard in your life.

When the four of you arrived at Harold’s house you had a small lump in your throat accompanied by a feeling that something bad was about to happen. Then when Allison called us up your eyes followed his every move, the way he gripped his stomach and swayed, and before you knew it he dropped straight to the floor without any warning.

Your eyes were glued to the bed, it was better than looking at Five, every time you spared a glance at his unconscious body you felt your cheeks get hot and your eyes fill with tears. You hated feeling so useless, why was he making you feel so useless? It was cruel, the cruelest thing he has ever done to you. You cared for him so deeply and it was cruel of him to ignore that.

When the sheets of the bed shifted, you lifted your eyes to look at Five, seeing that he was indeed awake. He made a move to get up, only to be greeted with your hand pushing him back down onto the bed. “You’re an idiot if you think that I am gonna let you get up from this bed.”

“I have to get up,”

You cut him off by lightly pressing on his stomach wound, “You don’t have to do anything with that wound,” you sat down again feeling Five relax under your hand. You let out a small sigh, puffing out your cheeks as Five and you stared at each other. “You’re insufferable, Five. I have never met another person or thing more insufferable than you. You need an award.”

“You aren’t really that great either.”

“Keep your mouth shut Hargreeves,” you ran a hand through your hair with another sigh “I came here to help you, I left my job, sucky as it was, I left it to help you, because why? Because I didn’t want to see you get killed when you came back or hear that you were horribly terminated by those idiots that tortured me. I know you aren’t the kindest person, but I shouldn’t feel like this...” You stuttered gently looking for the word, you didn’t know how you were feeling. You were mad but something struck you deeper, maybe it was fear or concern, maybe it was disdain? Something stronger than what you were used to.

You felt fingers ghost over yours, you looked up from your hand staring down at Five as he sat there as he silently, played with your fingers. “I shouldn’t feel so helpless, I feel like I shouldn’t have left, I shouldn’t have left the commission, especially when you don’t want me here.”

“Who said I didn’t want you here?”

“You did,”

“I said that you shouldn’t be here, not that I didn’t want you here. I want you to be here.” Five muttered in a sweet tone as he cautiously held your hand.

“Don’t say things to make me feel better, it’s horrible to do that to a girl,” you slowly moved your hand away before Five caught your wrist, stopping you from moving away further. “What are you doing, Hargreeves?”

“Something that I should have done when I saw you in Klaus’s room two days ago,” he said, sitting up and leaning closer, and without realizing it you were leaning closer as well.

“I need you to come out of this alive, Hargreeves.” you said in a tiny voice, different from your usual bold volume, sounding oddly vulnerable.

“I will,” Five then pressed a gentle kiss against your lips, pulling away quickly “and so will you.”

You smiled a little and let out a tiny laugh “Okay.” you whispered as you leaned in once again to kiss him on the lips.

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summary: you are a mermaid and you save a handsome man from drowning but little do you know it’s not his first rodeo when dealing with mermaids. seonghwa, a former prince, is currently hongjoong’s first mate and boyfriend. hongjoong is the captain, the pirate king of the most savage crew across the seas. and you want nothing to do with them. not because they’re pirates, but because they’re humans…

ship: mermaid!reader x prince/pirate!seonghwa x pirate!hongjoong

genre: little mermaid!au, pirate!au, angst, romance, humour, fluff

author’s note: once again i apologize for not updating regularly, uni takes up so much of my free time, hope you guys enjoy this new short chapter!

warnings: some jealousy, the usual antics, joong not getting any sleep because of y/n and hwa not getting any sleep because of joong, affection ew, wooyoung being a brat

word count: 1.4k

chapter one ☠️ chapter two ☠️ chapter three ☠️ chapter four ☠️chapter five ☠️chapter six ☠️ chapter seven ☠️ chapter nine ☠️ chapter ten ☠️ chapter eleven ☠️ chapter twelve ☠️ chapter thirteen ☠️ spotify playlist

You waited until everyone went to sleep and it got dark enough. You knew Hongjoong had seen Seonghwa kissing you and you needed to talk to him. From what you gathered earlier when speaking to Yeosang, Seonghwa and Hongjoong were on something of a break. You knew that you were largely responsible for their arguing but you still hadn’t heard the whole story.

Despite not meaning to hurt anyone, you still felt like you owed Hongjoong some sort of explanation. But you felt like it’d be wiser to approach him without Seonghwa around. Yeosang had informed you that he was currently residing in his room so that was good for you. As much as you cared for Seonghwa, you feared that he would get into another fight with Hongjoong and you wouldn’t be able to pull them apart.

So you waited. When you were fairly certain that you had located the window of Hongjoong’s room, you set your plan into motion. You started catching random fish and throwing them at the window to capture the captain’s attention.

“Sorry, pals,” you apologized to your sea friends after they returned back into the sea with a loud splash, swimming away in a hurry, obviously shocked by being mistreated in such a way.

Soon enough, Hongjoong was woken up by the noisy attacks on his window and opened it. Noticing that it was you, he groaned in frustration.

“What do you want from me in the middle of the night?”

“Come out of your room and into the sea, we need to talk.”

“Seonghwa doesn’t sleep in my room anymore,” he didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of knowing that but did so anyway, even though you were aware of that already.

“Yeosang told me,” you shrugged. “Now come out. I promise I won’t lure you to the sea bottom.”

Hongjoong rolled his eyes and closed the window. A couple of minutes later, you were pleasantly surprised by the fact that he did as you asked.

“What is it, then?” he repeated.

“I wanted to thank you for saving me and my sister from Mingi. If you hadn’t arrived on time, we both would have died without water…”

Hongjoong sighed guiltily.

“It was my fault you were there to begin with,” he confessed.

“What do you mean?” you whispered in confusion.

“I mean…I lied to Mingi, told him that you mermaids had killed the sea witch. And we both know who’s actually responsible for that.”

“You did that to protect Seonghwa, didn’t you?” you nodded thoughtfully.

“Well, yeah, but mostly because of my jealousy. In any case, I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Regardless…I’m grateful you came for us. I can’t imagine how difficult it must have been for you. Considering how you feel about Seonghwa…and how he feels about me.”

“Are you here to rub salt into my wounds?” Hongjoong chuckled coldly.

“No, I’m here to let you know I’m going back home. I’ve caused enough trouble as it is.”

Hongjoong furrowed his brows.

“Why are you telling me this? Seonghwa is in Yeosang’s room…”

“I can’t bear to say goodbye to him,” you shook your head.

“You don’t have to,” Hongjoong insisted. “He’s happier with you around.”

“But you aren’t,” you pointed out. “And I hate to see anyone suffering because of me. Even you.”

“Why would you give a shit about me after the way I’ve treated you?” Hongjoong asked in utter disbelief.

“You still came for me, didn’t you? Despite your jealousy, you came for me. That’s gotta mean something, right?”

Hongjoong visibly disagreed.

“I came because of my crew. They voted to save you and Soojin. I was the only one against.”

“But you could have ordered them not to go,” you argued, still eager to give him the benefit of the doubt. “As their captain, they would have been forced to obey you.”

“I guess…” Hongjoong sounded unconvinced. “Look, I’m happy you’re alive and stuff, but if you leave without saying goodbye, Seonghwa will think I killed you.”

“Fair point,” you laughed. “So what now? Are you willing to tolerate my existence?”

“I can try. For both our sakes and Seonghwa’s.”

“Will you come closer?” you asked.

“Why? So you can drown me?” Hongjoong eyed you suspiciously.

“Come on,” you giggled.

And despite his reservations, he swam closer to you. Before he could register what was happening, you quickly kissed his cheek.

“Thank you,” you repeated.

Hongjoong was so flustered he simply stared at you. A couple of moments later his unexpected promise came.

“I can build a pool in the ship. So that you can stay there from time to time. If you wish.”

You nodded gratefully and kissed his cheek once again.

He was even more flustered.

“You gotta stop doing that,” Hongjoong chuckled.

“Three times for good luck,” you joked and kissed him once more. “Go back to sleep. And sorry for waking you.”

“It’s alright,” Hongjoong replied. “I didn’t mind.”

And to your amazement, he meant every word.

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Seonghwa’s POV

No sooner had I seen the sunrise than I distinctly heard loud noises of…repairs? It was too early for this. Who had the audacity to disturb everyone’s peaceful sleep? We’d been through so much yesterday, what with confronting Mingi, as well as saving Y/N and Soojin.

I could really use a break but someone had decided to make this despicable hubbub for whatever reason. I angrily got out of bed only to find that Yeosang was not sleeping soundly. Was he responsible for the noise? Despite his hospitality, I was going to murder whoever deemed it an appropriate time for fixing the ship or whatever that mysterious scoundrel was up to.

Once I was out of the room and onto the deck, I saw Hongjoong squatted, working on something with a bunch of tools.

“What in Blackbeard’s name are you doing?” I yelled at him, not at all caring if I woke anyone else up. It seemed highly unlikely that Hongjoong’s loud antics had not brought everyone out of bed.

“I’m making a pool inside the ship.”

“What for? If you want to go for a swim, be my guest, we’re surrounded by the vast sea, you idiot!” I hissed sarcastically.

“It’s for Y/N and Soojin. So that they can stay here whenever they want and not have to go back to sleep at the bottom of the sea.”

My angry expression suddenly disappeared off my face.

“Oh,” I managed.

Hongjoong just gave me an awkward smile and continued working on the pool.

“Why are you suddenly being nice to them? I thought you hated mermaids,” I was being suspicious of his motives but I figured I had every right to be, after everything he had done.

He shrugged.

“I figured they’re not so bad.”

“Did anything happen in particular?” I pressed him further for information. “To make you have a change of heart?”

“Y/N kissed me,” Hongjoong whispered, a look of longing apparent in his eyes, as if he was still in disbelief.

“She did what?” I accidentally raised my voice.

“Oh, please, you don’t get to be jealous. I saw you kiss her, too, you know? And besides, it was just on the cheek.”

I rolled my eyes.

“I’m not jealous. Just surprised she would do that.”

“Why? Am I not handsome enough to deserve her attentions?” Hongjoong groaned.

“You’re handsome, alright,” I scoffed. “But not nearly nice enough to her.”

“I’m trying, okay?” Hongjoong sighed, pointing at the mess he’d made in the attempt to build a pool.

“You need help with that?” I suggested gallantly.

“I thought you didn’t want to stay in the same room with me?” Hongjoong reminded me of my own words.

“Well, technically, we’re not in a room right now,” I pointed out. “But let’s just say I’m willing to reconsider.”

“Does that mean you’re going back to our bedroom tonight?” Hongjoong blinked hopefully.

“Don’t push your luck,” I warned. “Let’s get to work.”

“Hey, we want to help, too!” Yeosang interjected out of nowhere. Wooyoung and San were peeking right behind him, curiously observing us.

“For how long have you been standing there?” I grumbled in annoyance.

“Long enough to know Mom and Dad are getting back together!” Wooyoung teased.

“We are not,” I tried to deny it. “Not yet,” I added, barely audible.

Hongjoong was the only one who heard me and gave me a grateful smile, only reserved for me. And honestly, that was all I needed.

To be continued…

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