A DC X DP IDEA #9 The Nightgale’s
Imagine this…
Here we have a three-way relationship between Vlad, Maddie, and Jack. The grandfather Clockwork, the children which consist of Jazz, Dan, Danny, and Dani, and a morally gray Fenton clan. The Fenton’s might be descendants of the witches from the Salem trials but what about the name Nightgale?
It was not well-known knowledge that the name Nightgale is a well-known yet old name in the underworld. If you want information, firearms, drugs, protection, and many more it is the Nightgale that you should go as they have been ruling the underground for the past centuries building up their empire from scratch. Ruthless to those they consider their enemies, and saviors to those who are under their care.
Rogues from different parts of the world as well the rogues that the JL members are having trouble as well they pay their respects to the Nightgale’s as the last example namely the Joker disrespected them in the face, got paler, and found at the inch of death and they never mentioned nor crossed territories with them. Lex who tried his shot, almost got an aneurysm due to the fact that a single member of that family merely got to his most secured safe house and waved a black USB in front of him that will destroy him after a tongue lashing as that person explained in the politest voice, he ever heard threatening his entire empire.
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Danny shouldn’t know whether to feel ecstatic or not, on one hand, his parents had accepted him as Phantom, and the number of tears and hugs involved was never to be talked about again. On the other Vlad’s wish came true, how? well, it was when Vlad realized that the reason, he hated his dad for so long is because he was stuck in the pulling the girl’s pig-tails phase. Instead of elementary, it started during their college time together up until now.
Now that both Maddie and Jack knew that both Danny and Vlad are halfas as well realizing his feelings and being added to the family due to the short and small wedding that the three of them had. Vlad revealed that he has children from Jack, namely Dani, and Dan, which sparked an argument between Maddie and Vlad, something he wouldn’t imagine seeing before, about who made their significant other happier or even loved more.
But the problems of the newly made family don’t end there. GIW agents began appearing more frequently and being more aggressive as they leave a destructive path to find Phantom as they believe that he is the most powerful of them all and needed to be eradicated.
Moving to a place where there is an abundance of ectoplasm in the air well-being able to mask their presence as the rest of the members who isn’t a ghost are infected to a certain degree that the GIW considered them as part of the Anti-Ecto laws. Jack told the family to go back to his birthplace as well going back to the family business to protect themselves from the GIW.
Danny had blinked at that statement he thought that the Fenton’s were descendants of witches that survived the Witch Trials and had made their settlement here in Amity when they had initially escaped.
Jack admitted he never wanted such an environment his future family can get into but seeing that their opponent is the government itself he realized that those secrets from his past can now keep his family safe.
He changed his last name to Fenton when he moved city in hope that their enemies may never find the true heir of the Nightgale’s. Ever since he was a kid, he dreamed of living a normal life with a normal family. Don’t get him wrong he loves the family where he was raised but lives a life where everyone will not kill you nor acknowledge you for having a fancy last name. With the support of his family, he embarked on his journey the moment he turned 14, creating a fake identity complete with paperwork that no one would the keenest eyes can make out whether it is real or fake.
Created a nonexistent identity with history in one of the most secluded areas in the world. Secured an identity and was able to intermingle and blend in with the locals to the point he was considered one of them despite not being a local.
Jack explained that being a normal person is quite hard as he was raised in a quite not-so-normal house. When he saw that being a ghostbuster/ scientist is an actual branch of science he immediately took the subject as his cover for his unusual strength, intelligence as well the fact that carries various exotic-looking weapons that can be brushed off as ways to contain ecto-entities.
What he didn’t think through is to be actually interested in the topic to the point he wrote an entire thesis and book about the so-called ghosts. Nor the fact he was able to create a gateway to another dimension on the said subject, married to people who saw and took interest in the said subject, have his son become that said entity as well having an entire family including him to be dead or infected in some sort of shape or form, he still remembers the way he jokingly thought to himself that he only suppose took as a joke as well being a cover seeing that nobody will actually take him seriously or even suspect him as a Nightgale if he took such career path where they were called mad and a joke by the science community itself.
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Racing through the roads using the GAV with an injured Vlad and Danny on the tow along with the entire Fenton’s, Jack raced to Gotham with the only people who he thought can help them.
Apparently, Plasmius was caught by the GIW and was in the middle of live dissection when Phantom broke through the door and rescued the Fruit loop, he may still have slight anger issues towards the man for all the troubles he caused for Danny but the fact he was getting better and made his parents happy made him give the Fruit loop one last chance, but he never said that being petty is off the table.
Rushing in without a plan ended up with him being shoot and skewered a bunch of times but it was his supposed step-father’s life on the line here and he wouldn’t dare to give up.
Releasing as well as destroying everything they have on Ghosts is now a requirement to each GIW facility they encountered may also be a factor on why he now has a bleeding shoulder.
Upon entering Gotham borders they were greeted with chaos, Lady Luck was with them that day as well Lady Gotham, there had been a mass Arkham breakout and each Bat is busy containing the destruction and chaos around Gotham that they didn’t see a weirdly shaped vehicle racing through Downtown Gotham.
Lady Gotham had covered the vehicle with her shadows as she had felt her king and his father in great danger and protected the family from his knights and cities by steering away her knights and destroying any cameras that have caught them.
Knocking franticly on a wooden door of a fairly large house at the just edges of the border of Gotham, a lean young man wearing what looks like a butler’s uniform opened the door and was surprised to see Jack carrying a bloodied teen on his arms and an even bloodier man on his back, behind him a multitude of people carrying various emotions like anger, worry, scared and exhaustion in their faces, the mysterious young man immediately ushered the entire group inside the house.
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Elias Nightgale never thought that he would ever see his son again, nor he expected to have the first meeting between him as well his grandchildren in such a manner.
He knew the existence of his grandchildren as he and Jack had been exchanging letters sick Jack decided to look at the world.
Barking orders his men to guard the premise as well as the group that came with Jack, calling in each of his men to learn everything that his son looks like has hidden from him because last time he checks he used to have only 2 grandchildren it seems now they have multiplied.
Calling in on a family meeting made every Nightgale member from immediate cousins, aunts, and uncles to their great uncles and aunts as well as cousins who were once or thrice removed.
Never once the entire family ever saw the day the current head Elias Nightgale of the Nightgale family ever called for a family emergency family meeting, so they dropped everything and went to the main base where they were greeted by Jack’s family with clear exhaustion and worry etched on their faces.
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Jack began explaining to his dad what he might forget to write in their monthly exchange of letters.
Explaining about the ghosts, his son and spouse, and additional members as well as having an entire branch of government hunting them down just for existing.
It was twice that Jack had seen such murderous rage painted on his father’s space, first when he was tortured and kidnapped by an opposing group and the 2nd one today.
Elias Nightgale as well as the rest of the family are now ready to raid, destroy and raid everything to the ground, but Jazz had stopped them as attacking them might have the blame put on the ghost and have an entirely powered hero after them.
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When Danny woke up and had gotten better, he was ushered to meet up with his paternal grandfather. Upon arriving at the study room he took his time to observe each of his family members, he is quite curious when he saw that his grandfather was 6ft at most and now questioned where his dad had gotten his height, but he saw a beautiful yet scarily tall 6 and 12 ft red-haired woman with the brightest hazel eyes he ever saw immediately concluded that she is his grandmother.
They have discussed that while he and his other father were unconscious that it is best to stay at the home of the Nightgale’s to have some sort of protection against the GIW as not only did they have the latest technology but also nobody wanted to mess with the Nightgale’s
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Jack’s family is now intergraded into the Nightgale’s completely, despite the black dealings around them they didn’t bat an eye, as they have developed morally grey morals from the past years, they even had their own roles.
Jack Nightgale became the head of weapon making, using a new type of energy while masking the ectoplasm signature of it pose a problem but was able to overcome, now the Nightgale’s now have one of the most dangerous weapons that were ever made and begin strictly monitoring each one.
Maddie became part of the assassination section of the Family Business, with a ninth-degree black belt as well as a marksman made her the perfect assassin that specifically hunts down rapists and child murderers as well GIW agents that dared to hunt down their families.
Vlad Masters who is currently on par with being the richest man in the country focused on his business, as much as he loved his in-laws, he made such that Vlad Co. stays up and running as well as able to thrive. They needed a continuous flow of funds to be able to renovate the house to a mini-mansion to accommodate the small family, complete with built-in security from both humans and ghosts.
Dan began training the guards as well as being one of their heavy hitters, always out with a mission for their family as well the one sent out to check on the family’s business and dealings in and out of the country.
Jazz has a normal job as a physiatrist building her own little clinic near Criminal alley during the day but by night she is one of the best information specialists gatherers. In interrogation is where she blossoms playing the minds of her victims into telling her the information they hold.
Danny began his training in both being the heir of the Infinite Realms as well the potential next head of the Nightgale’s, Danny pointed out that he is the middle child but sadly all of his siblings voted him as the next head of the family. Training that included weapon handling and execution, using and not using his ghost powers as an advantage, briefings with high-profile people, and private instruction from "constitutional experts".
Lastly, Dani, who is un doubly the best spy there is, able to slip into about anything and able to extract information without alerting their intended target. Having the ability to engage with others as naturally, adaptive, and highly functioning as possible. As a spy, social interaction will take numerous forms, requiring her to be comfortable engaging with people from many walks of life.
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Batman sat in front of the Bat computer for an hour still reviewing the new case about the Nightgale’s.
During his teen years, he was saved by one of their own as his ancestor as well as the first holder of the Wayne name had a long-standing relationship between the Waynes and Nightgale’s, thus saving the heir of the Waynes seemed only right and they have already taken the liberty of torturing and killing his parent’s murderer.
As much as he wanted to cut off any ties the Wayne family between to the Nightgale. It is quite impossible as his family has allotted a considerable size of life debts towards the Nightgale’s and opted to merely watch and observe the family.
It has been a year and a half since their activity has spiked as well as the new cruelty towards specific people who all wore white suits with black shades, having been brutally killed before dumping their bodies. They are still killing people in their usual kills as well as the people who had dared to defy them to the point of extreme torture.
It was also been 6 months since he and his entire family decided to investigate the recent killings of the Nightgales.
It has also been 9 months since Red Hood joined and helped the Nightgale’s in the crusade of killing the people who wore white suits and black shades.
It has also been a year since the new students of the Gotham family aka the Adia siblings namely Jasmine, Danny, and Dani Adia became close friends as civilians of some of the members of the Bat-family.
Just what are the Nightgale's are up to and what are the Adia Siblings hiding?
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PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so don’t forget to tag me though.
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Rotten Chapter 4 {Steve Harrington x fem!reader}
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Summary: Eddie and Steve decide to get Jason Carver what he deserves, but as they arrive so does Hopper.
Warnings: Rape!!, cursing, blood, hospital, mentions of rape-kit, medical treatment, physical violence and police investigations.
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Donna told Y/n that they would keep her in the hospital until the evening. It was almost six in the morning by the time the procedure was over, and she felt incredibly drained.
She wasn't sure if any of her friends were still there. She wouldn't blame them if not, because they must've waited for hours and must be tired too.
Donna brought her to the room she was meant to stay in a wheelchair, and luckily the other bed was empty. "The hospital isn't busy." The older woman had explained, before making the bed for Y/n.
"Can I take a shower?" The girl asked, fidgeting with her hands while she waited in the wheelchair.
Donna looked pitiful, only glancing at her briefly before turning to shake up the pillow.
"I can help you to shower. You have to be careful with the stitches, and the water will probably burn." The nurse finally moved to open the door to the bathroom, but she went in without Y/n to prepare something.
"I can walk." The young girl noted silently, as she stood up to look out of the window. Eddies van was parked on a different spot, and the car of Nancys mom stood on the parking space too. She tilted her head from left to right. There was no police car, luckily.
There was a knock on the door, and Y/n flinched. She calmed down again, as she saw that it was the nurse without a name. "Your friends dropped off a bag with clothes for you." She held up a gym back that was most certainly not Y/n's.
Once she had dropped off the bag on the spare back, she left again. Y/n walked to it, opening the zipper and seeing some of her clothes thrown into it. She figured that Eddie used the spare key of her flat to get it.
"I prepared the bathtub, if you still want to shower." Donna carefully approached Y/n. As the young girl turned around, she noticed that the older woman was a bit smaller than her. She wore her kind smile again, but she looked tired and Y/n didn't envy her for her job.
She walked ahead into the bathroom. The tiles had an ugly turquoise tone, and there was a towel hanging over the mirror. Y/n didn't ask Donna why, but she was still confused.
She only realised that she wasn't meant to see her bruises, by the time she was out of the bathroom again.
"Once you're all cleaned up, I can ask your friends to come see you. Chief Hopper also came to talk to you. He will surely be back soon."
Y/n nodded, as she started to undress.
The moment the water fell onto her shoulders, she felt a bit more relieved.
As Steve, Eddie and Robin stumbled out of the hospital it was still the middle of the night. While they walked over to Eddies van, the metalhead hesitated. "We should get her some clothes, right? I mean, she can't wear the old ones." He thought out loud.
They stood around the car awkwardly for a second, before they all got in. "We could stop by her place, after we find Jason." Robin shrugged from the backseat. "I have a spare key." Eddie told her, and with that the decision was made.
It wasn't difficult to figure out where Jason Carver lived, because apparently Steve had been at one or two of his parties.
It was still dark when they arrived, and luckily his car was the only one in the driveway. They had hoped his parents were out of town, which was likely, because he had been hosting a party the evening before.
"Wait here." Steve told Robin, as he unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the van with Eddie. "Hell I will!" The blonde woman exclaimed, as she followed the boys to the front door.
Steve rang the doorbell twice, and Eddie knocked loudly for three minutes until the door opened.
"What the fuck man." Jasons sleep drunken voice muttered, but before he had any time to react,
Steve landed the first punch.
"You're a disgusting pig!" Eddie snapped and swung at Jason, a wild roundhouse punch that brought the blonde boy to the ground. "Go to hell!" Said Steve, and drove his fist deep into Jasons gut. His next hit was aimed at his face again, bruising his knuckles on the jocks high cheekbones. Then Eddie kicked him in the stomach, and Jason moaned in pain.
They heard another car pull up, and as Robin stopped her cheering and turned around, she saw Hopper leaning against his police car. "Shit." She whispered, but Hopper seemed to have no intentions to stop Eddie and Steve.
He watched them for a minute or two, then Steve kicked Jason again. "That's enough." Jim said, and walked up to them. Jason layed on the ground in his doorframe, he cried like a little boy that lost his mother at the funfair. His face was bruised, and undoubtedly so was the rest of his body.
The chief pulled him up roughly, a firm grip on the blonde boys arm. "Jason Carver, you're under investigation for rape. You have the right to remain silent and to refuse to answer questions.
Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to consult an attorney before speaking to the police and to have an attorney present during questioning now or in the future. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you before any questioning if you wish. If you decide to answer questions now without an attorney present, you will still have the right to stop answering at any time until you talk to an attorney."
Hopper dragged Jason to his car, the boy was far too shocked to react properly, as Jim opened the door to the backseat and forced Jason inside.
He locked the car, and walked up to the crew as they closed Jasons front door. "I will drive him to the station and have someone interrogate him. A team will check out his car for evidence. I will question Y/n in the hospital." He explained. He observed the three, looked at Steve and Eddies bloody knuckles and they're apologetic glances.
"Quit the 'sorry' act, neither of you feels bad for beating the kid up." The older man grumbled. Then he lowered his tone. "I wouldn't be sorry either. He will probably try to press charges, but I assure you that won't get far." He sighed.
"Thanks Hop'." Steve smiled. "We're grabbing some things from her place, them we'll come to the hospital too. We want to be there when they're done." The chief nodded in agreement. "See you then." He said, before walking to his car where Jason still cried in the backseat and drove off.
They stopped by Y/n's place like they said they would. Eddie took a bag from the trunk before they walked up the stairs. Steve had never been there before, and he followed the metalhead who unlocked the front door and walked up the stairs to her flat. Her place was decorated charmingly and represented her character perfectly. It wasn't big, but it had everything she needed. There were posters of her favourite artists on one wall, and she had a nice collection of tapes in a shelve in the living room.
Eddie showed Robin where the bedroom was, and the blonde woman packed some clothes into the bag. While Steve looked around taking random objects in his hands, twisting them around figuring out what it was, Eddie started to collect a few books from a shelve.
"She won't stay in the hospital long enough to read them all. And we won't leave her much time for that anyways." Steve chuckled, and the long haired man shrugged. "Better safe than sorry."
Teenage girls owned weird stuff, he thought. Some technical devices he had never seen and many magazines with impossibly well chested women on the covers. She also owned around twenty different bottles of nail polish, though he couldn't see a big difference between most colours.
Once Robin was done, they got out, locked her door and drove to the hospital again.
As they arrived they saw the car of Mrs. Wheeler, but beside Nancy, who sat in her the same seat she did as they left, now asleep, the waiting room was empty. She had changed her clothes though, instead of the dress she had put on for the party, she now wore jeans and a sweatshirt.
Robin shook the brunette girl harshly (she really tried to be careful), until she woke up. She breathed in deeply once, then she looked around disorientated. As she understood where she was, and why she was there, all the anger washed over her again.
"Were you at Jasons?" She asked concerned, as she stood up and stretched her body.
"We arrived shortly before Hopper did." Robin answered, as her feet carried her to the vending machine again. She only had a few cents left and it wasn't enough to buy anything.
"We still got to beat the shit out of him." Eddie announced proudly, but Nancy just scoffed in disapproval. "I walked home and took a shower. I grabbed some snacks." As the metalhead grabbed the bag Nancy had brought with her, she gave him a claps on the hand and he let go of it again.
"They're not for you!" The brunette girl moved the rucksack to her other side, so Eddie couldn't reach it again.
"What's in the gym bag?" She then nodded towards the bag that Steve still held. "Eddie had a key to her place, so we collected some of Y/n's clothes."
"I'll drop it off at the reception, then they can bring it to Y/n's room." Nancy offered, before Steve handed her the bag and she did exactly that.
As Nancy returned, Hopper walked through the door again. He smiled softly, and it gave them all a bit hope.
"Good Morning!" He exclaimed. "I have news. They investigated Carvers car. There was a bloodstain on the backseat, and they found h/c hair and painted nails. She must've broken them off when she fought him. That's incredible evidence. I'm sure together with your and her testimonies and the Vitullo Kit we can get him behind bars."
It was, as if a big weight fell off all their shoulders. Jason needed to be locked up for what he did, he needed to face consequences. It wouldn't be easy just because they had proof, because it was Hawkins and people would still doubt Y/n, but it was something.
Then Jim threw Steve a plastic bag, and as the brunette man looked inside, he saw a pack of donuts. "Breakfast." Hopper announced.
Y/n showered for an hour, Donna not ever leaving her alone. Once she was done, she picked out some clothes from the bag the other brought her.
The moment she was laying in the uncomfortable hospital bed, the nameless nurse knocked again to see if they were finished.
"Chief Hopper is here." She declared. "Is it okay, if I send him up?" Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat, but then she nodded. She's been through so much already, she could take this too.
"Can me friends be with me?" She then asked, and the nameless nurse smiled at her before she nodded.
They left her alone, and Y/n realised it was the first time she was all by herself since the crew had picked her up. She cried, she couldn't help it, but as it knocked again she brushed the tears away. Then Jim Hopper poked his head into her room.
His look is soft, pitying, slightly guilty even, taking in her appearance, how bruised she was. This is all it takes for her to burst into tears again, in less than a second, he's made his way to her bed and hugs her warmly.
He is warm and big and hugs her like every good father hugs his child, and she's thankful he's there. Behind him Robin, Eddie, Steve and Nancy trail into the room, the girls sitting down on the spare bed. The brunette metalhead took the two chairs from the corner of the room and offered one to Hopper, sitting down on the other himself.
Steve carefully sinks down onto the edge of the bed, reassuringly taking her hand and squeezing it, as Hopper clears his throat and begins to talk.
"Tell me what happened. Stop whenever you need to."
What do you want to read next, beside Hopper and Y/n talking of course?
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stu macher smut and fluff oneshot
DISCLAIMER: this work contains dubious consent as verbal consent is not given, but the reader enjoys it
KINKS: knife play, exhibitionism, mask kink, masochism, sadism, predator/prey, body worship
it’s been long day after long day. you’ve been trying to save up for a new car since you totaled your first one in the first week you got it.
it’s just for a little bit, just a few more weeks.
it’ll all be worth it when you’re able to buy the car you’ve been eyeing for the last few months.
you kick your shoes off and start getting ready for bed. you gather your pajamas; a long white nightgown decorated with pink flowers that reached down to your mid-calf.
after washing your face, you make some popcorn. you wish your parents were here, but your mom and dad are at a work party. it seemed like they cared about work more than you these days.
soon, the popcorn gets done and you take it off the stove, putting it into a bowl. you sit down on the couch and start flickering through the channels. you see that the exorcist is on, one of your favorites. you watch it, even though the good parts were cut out to make it suitable for tv. you had finished your popcorn and the commercials just started, the perfect opportunity to get a refill. as you get up, you hear the phone ring.
“hello”
“hello there who is this”
“y/n, why?”
“i just wanna talk to someone”
“they have 900 numbers for that y’know?”
“do you like scary movies?”
“well yes i do, they’re my favorite”
“what’s your favorite?”
“i don’t know”
“you have to have a favorite”
“then (your fav horror movie)”
“good choice, i like the one where the guy with the knife fingers kills a bunch of teens
nightmare on elm street?”
“yes, yes that one”
“the first one was good but the second was horrible”
“wanna play a game?”
“no, i’m hanging up”
sigh it’s probably just another creep from school or a prank. it’s near halloween, so the time is ripe for prank calls. rolling your eyes, you start to prepare more popcorn on the stove. waiting for the popcorn to finish cooking, you grab a bottle of soda from the fridge.
quickly turning off the heat, you get your popcorn bowl as your popcorn had gotten done sooner than normal.
ouch you burned your hand and holy fuck did it hurt.
all of a sudden, the house phone rings, so the phone is reluctantly picked up.
“hello again princess”
“hello? why do you keep calling me it’s seriously not funny”
“i’m not trying to be funny.”
“who are you?”
“why do you wanna know?”
“you’re seriously scaring me, i’m gonna hang up”
before you can hang up, the strange man has some choice words.
“you hang up on me again you worthless fucking whore and i’ll gut you like the pig you are.”
“okay okay what do you want”
“i wanna play a game with you. if you get any questions wrong, i’ll give you a little surprise. trust me, you’ll like it.”
you rub your thighs together, how condescending he sounded was hot, so it wasn’t surprised how desperate you were starting to get.
“rubbing your thighs together so soon? but we just started baby.”
you were so embarrassed as you didn’t even realize he was watching you. it made you even more horny.
“warm up question. who is the killer in nightmare on elm street?”
“easy, freddy kruger”
“good girl, you got it right. not hard as you thought? first question, who is the killer in Halloween?”
“Michael Meyers”
“right again! now for the last question, who is the killer in friday the 13?”
“um, jason”
“wrong slut! it’s his mother, mrs voorhes! jason doesn’t show up until the sequel”
oh fuck! you were really getting scared now, you didn’t know what he was gonna do, even though you were so horny you could barely put two sentences together. this man knew what he was doing. your thoughts were interrupted by glass shattering.
terrified, you start running and locking all of your doors. you run into your room and into your closet, trying to be as quiet as possible.
creak
the familiar sound of the stairs creaking, he was upstairs. you hoped he wouldn’t find you. but, then again, your bedroom was the first bedroom and he probably knows it’s yours.
shit.
he opened your door and you knew that it was just a matter of time before he found you. holding your breath and making sure you’re hidden, you hope that he gives up and leaves. he’s wearing a ghostface costume and black boots, just like the woodsboro killer wore when he attacked steve and casey last night.
“i know you’re in here, but where are you? what about here?”
as he opened the closet door, making eye contact. he grabs your hand and picks you up.
“please don’t hurt me”
“oh i won’t, now shut up”
you would be lying if you didn’t like how rough he was with you, how he was treating you like the piece of trash you are.
“i know you like it slut, i know you like how i’m treating you like the filthy bitch you are. why you’re practically soaked. so horny for someone you’re supposedly so scared of. that little cunt of yours is practically radiating heat. you’re practically begging for my cock”
“please fuck me, please. i need your cock please”
he took the knife he was wearing under his long black costume and slowly traced up and down your body, collarbones to your lower abdomen.
“bet you love it when i run this big, sharp, scary knife down your body, don’t you puppy?”
he was so perfect, he knew exactly how to turn you on. you loved knife play, it’s one of your biggest secret turn ons. with your pussy practically aching, you were desperate to get fucked.
“you’re gonna have to wait to get fucked, princess. i’ve got to at least finger your needy cunt first”
he promptly took off your clothes. he started to touch all around your pussy, feeling it’s warmth. he started rubbing your clit slowly while using his other gloved hand to slightly graze your hole. seeing as you had grown even more needy, he started slowly fingering you with his index and middle fingers. after a minute, he quickened the pace.
“gonna cum, slut?”
“mhm, yes” you barely managed to say
“so soon? you weren’t lying when you said you wanted my cock so bad. don’t cum until i say so. and not a moment sooner, got it?”
you shake your head up and down, nodding in agreement.
you didn’t know how much longer you could hold it
“i don’t know how long i can hold it for”
“you can do it, you’re doing so good”
“please let me cum, please i can’t take it anymore”
“cum for me, good girl”
it would be a lie if you didn’t say that it was the best orgasm you had in a while, this man was good. you hear his belt buckle hit against itself, and he pulled his fat veiny cock out. seeing his hard cock, you became eager and determined for him to fuck you right then and there. he slowly put his cock in and started thrusting, groaning in pleasure. he looked you in the eyes with such warmth. it was quite strange since he was being so rough with you a few moments ago. you shook it off, thinking it was just a heat of the moment thing.
“you’re such a good girl for me, you’ve wanted this haven’t you baby?”
after not even a moment of silence he shouted,
“answer me slut”
“yes i have, i’ve wanted this”
then, ghostface looked up from you and remembered the mirror that was right across from your bed. he turned you over and picked you up, so you were sitting on his cock with your hair in his fist.
“look at yourself, whore. look how pathetic and desperate you are for me. and that pretty little wet cunt,” the man said, grabbing your face with his free hand.
you were looking at yourself in the mirror, your mascara was running down your face, you were sweaty and he was right, you looked so pathetic. though, you couldn’t deny how hot it was seeing how much control he had over you and how desperate he made you.
this time though, the thrusts were deeper and rougher.
“enjoying how rough i’m being baby? i know you love it when i treat you like the cumdump you are baby. i know all you want is to cum and have me breed you. isn’t that right baby?”
“yes, it’s true. i’m just a stupid bitch who wants to be bred. please breed me,”
“good girl, you know your place don’t you baby?”
the masked man says, as his free hand now holds his knife. he holds it against your throat, far enough away where it won’t harm you.
“yes, i do”
“look at those fucking tits baby, they’re so fucking perfect. you’re so fucking perfect baby, i just wanna cut you so bad” he says, outlining them with the knife.
his thrusts became faster and his breathing became fast paced, you could tell he was close.
“does my stupid little cumdump wanna come baby? you’re clenching around my cock so hard” he says, rubbing your clit in slow circles.
“yes please, let me cum. i wanna cum, please please please,”
“cum for me baby, come on my cock and i’ll breed you baby,”
just before you come, he takes out a camera.
“look into the lens while you come slut”
obeying his orders, he took the picture of you coming together. you two were exaughsted. he pulled out and picked up the camera and placed the picture on your nightstand so it could develop.
“i’ll help you clean up.”
“look at those fucking tits baby, they’re so fucking perfect. you’re so fucking perfect baby, i just wanna cut you so bad” he says, outlining them with the knife.
his thrusts became faster and his breathing became fast paced, you could tell he was close.
“does my stupid little cumdump wanna come baby? you’re clenching around my cock so hard” he says, rubbing your clit in slow circles.
“yes please, let me cum. i wanna cum, please please please,”
“cum for me baby, come on my cock and i’ll breed you baby,”
just before you come, he takes out a camera.
“look into the lens while you come slut”
obeying his orders, he took the picture of you cumming together. you two were exaughsted. he pulled out and picked up the camera and placed the picture on your nightstand so it could develop.
“i’ll help you clean up.”
he says as he picks you up bridal style to your bathroom so he could run you a nice warm bubble bath. he picks you up and sets you gently in the bath, cleaning you with a wash rag after taking off his gloves. then, he takes off the rest of his outfit including his mask.
“stu? it’s you?”
“yes, it’s me y/n. why? are you unhappy that i was the one that fucked you?”
“no! not at all, i was just surprised since you’re dating tatum and all”
“she’s not important, i want you”
it’s silent for a few moments, but you look him in the eyes and see the warmth and love in them. he’s so happy right now, even though he’s just washing you off.
“y’know y/n. i’ve always liked you. i just didn’t think you would go out with me because you would think i was using you or something or that you didn’t like me back.”
“stu, i like you too. i was about to tell you, but you started dating tatum and i didn’t wanna ruin it”
“i love you y/n”
“i love you too, stu” you say as he bends down to kiss you. you had no idea that he was this caring and sweet, since he was a man whore.
soon enough, you were ready to get out of the bath. stu dressed you in a nightgown and you fell asleep together watching tv on the couch.
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Two - We're not Alone
Battle of the Mind and Heart
Part 3
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Erik and I had left and traveled to another spot where he had gotten information on some more Nazi’s that were still alive. I didn’t agree with what he was doing but I somewhat understand why he was so frustrated and wanted blood. Walking through the hot streets he opened the door and let me inside first. “How much longer are we going to do this, Lehnsherr?”
“You can leave anytime you want.” He responded reaching for the door handle not saying another word until we were inside the bar.
“Afternoon, gentlemen. Hot out there.” Erik sat down on a barstool hanging his white hat and jacket on a hook. “Beer, please. German bear. Of course.”
“Yes, it’s bitburger. You like it?” One of the men that was wearing a yellow shirt responded by eyeing me with a smirk on his face. “You got yourself quite a fine lady there.”
Shifting around on my barstool I corrected the man. “Oh no. We’re not together.”
“Well then maybe I can buy you another round.” He suggested with a cocky smile.
Erik turned around putting one hand on my hip and I could tell that his grip was more intense than it should have been. “Don’t lie to the men, darling. She’s just trying to be nice, gentleman.”
“I-“ I started to say something but decided against it.
“What brings you to Argentina?” Erik picked up his beer, drinking it slowly before he asked the two men sitting at the table.
“The climate. I'm a pig farmer.” One guy wearing yellow drank his beer.
The other guy in a white shirt spots up. “Tailor. Since I was a boy. My father made the finest suits in Dusseldorf.”
“My parents were from Dusseldorf.” Erik got to his feet and went sitting down at the table with the pair.
The white shirt man asked. “Ah. What was their name?”
“They didn't have a name. It was taken away from them…” The mutant who could control metal raised his beer glass and clinked it with each of theirs. “By pig farmers...And tailors.”
Raising my glass to my mouth I took a long drink being able to feel the tense that was in the bar. The bartender stared at me silently while I tapped the fingers of my freehand on the table. “Three…two…one.” I mumbled under my breath glancing over my shoulder seeing him turn over his arm and show the pair the nazi numbers they gave him.
The man that wore a yellow shirt moved his freehand downward where I clicked my tongue. “Tsk not smart dude.” He attempted to stab Erik but he managed to grab the blade and hold his arm down on the table with his other hand.
“Blood and honor.” Erik glared at the man, reading the words engraved on the blade. “Which would you care to shed first?”
The man whispered back. “We were under orders…”
Erik declared stabbing the man in the hand and he screamed, alerting the bartender to rush to the back and come back with a handgun. “Blood then.”
“Freeze, asshole.”
The other guy got to his feet telling the bartender. “Come on, shoot.”
Downing the rest of my beer I quickly moved behind the bartender who didn’t have enough time to stop me. Raising my hands to the sides of his head my hands turned red and he winced sharply. “Argh!”
Erik used his power making the guy move the handgun and pulled the trigger on the other guy who was standing. “Nice trick, Shaw girl.”
“You know my name, Lehnsherr!” I grumbled removing my hands from the man’s head when he still held his head and lowered himself to his knees while I stood behind him.
He didn’t respond at first and rather focused on the men. The knife left the guy's hand and stabbed the bartender in the gut. Then it came back into Erik’s hand and he stabbed the blade into the Nazi’s hand again. The man screamed, whimpering. “Who... what are you?”
“Let's just say I'm Frankenstein's monster.” Erik ran a hand through his hair getting up and standing in front of the picture of my father before he turned around and shot the guy still alive at the table. “And I'm looking for my creator.”
Bending myself down on a knee I noticed the handgun that had fallen to the floor. Picking it up the bartender was crying with blood before I held the weapon out for Erik. “Here you do it. I’m not going to kill somebody.”
“You’re infuriating, Addison.” He takes it from my smaller hand compared to his larger one.
He turned slightly to the guy with the knife in his hand and he fired the trigger causing me to cover my ears when the weapon went off. “Say that about yourself - ah!”
Heading towards the door I ran my hands over the fabric of the gray short sleeve shirt I wore. I had paired it with some Jeans and some brown boots. Tying my hair up in a ponytail since it was so hot there. Exiting the bar I almost made it to the car trying to open the door but it shut the second I got it opened. “Seriously, what are you five or something?”
“I’m the same as you. But you seem to be acting like one right now. You refuse to accept that you aren’t cut out for this and you won’t tell me what your power truly is.” He rolled his eyes.
Throwing my arms away from my sides I snapped. “Maybe because you haven’t proven you are trustworthy!”
“I have been letting you tag along with me this whole time who could have killed you a long time ago.” The German man snapped at me. “So what are you bringing to this partnership?”
Flaring my nose I huffed not wanting to hear another snarky remark from him. “How about you tell me, Metal man cause from where I stand I haven’t been much help to your mission.”
“I would say it’s because I enjoy your company but that wouldn’t be true.” Erik smirked down dryly. Yet unknown to either of them at the time that would be so close to the truth that we wouldn’t believe it later down the road.
Showing him the finger I just started stomping away not being able to stand his face anymore. “Goodbye Erik Lehnsherr. Hopefully your revenge plan is worth it!”
“What if I helped you find out why your mother left.” He blurted out causing me to halt in my boots. Slowly focusing my attention back to him I formed my hands into fists at my sides just staying still for a brief moment.
My father would never talk about my mother. I just knew that she left when I was younger. So finding out why was really important to me. She was just as valuable as Erik’s mother was to him, so how could I refuse. “If I help you find my father then you’ll find out what happened to my mother.”
“Yes, I will.” He vowed with those deep eyes of his that I sometimes found myself getting lost in. All the while I had to fight myself and not imagine what it would be like to kiss him or how attractive he was.
It was a few weeks before we had traveled to the most current location that my father was supposed to be at. It was a boat somewhere in America. Erik had slipped on a diving suit and I had one on as we snuck onto the boat. Hiding around the corner Erik drew a knife moving around the corner about to strike my father until there was a blonde woman with him that turned to glass and he held his head in pain. “Little Erik lensherr.”
The blonde declared. “He's here to kill you.”
“What kind of a greeting is that...After all these years?” My father tilted his head upwards, being able to sense that someone else was there with them. “It's rude to join a conversation, Addison.”
Slowly coming around the corner I clasped my hands together in front of me. “Hello father.”
Erik grabbed the knife from inside his suit and launched it towards Shaw's chest. But the blonde that quickly turned her body into crystal grabbed it. She ran forward and threw him over the side of the ship. “Erik!”
“Emma. We don't harm our own kind.” My father taunts her.
Emma glanced in my direction. “What about her?”
“She's my daughter. I'm surprised to see you after all this time. How have you been-”
He went to touch my face but I snagged his wrist harshly in my nails and he winced seeing my hand turn red taking some of his power. “Don’t pretend like you care about me now.”
“Ah! What the…you're like me.” He gasped and I could see amazement flash through his eyes until we heard a boat horn coming towards us. “Ah! Now it's a party.”
“This is the US coast guard. Do not attempt to move your vessel. Stay where you are.” Someone from the guard ships called out. There was another mutant working with my father who used wind and drowned some guys on smaller boats who were coming towards our boat.
Noticing the knife on the ground I quickly pick it up seeing Emma and my father have their backs to me. “You can do this, Addi.” I whispered to myself attempting to run up and press the blade to my father’s neck.
Yet the blonde spun around holding me by the throat and I dropped the knife clawing her arm for breath. “Nice try. Which would you prefer? My way or the water.”
“Urgh!” I croaked through the discomfort.
My father grabbed her shoulder. “Let her go, Emma. We need to go.” She launched me over the side of the ship and I hugged my knees to my chest before I got merged into the cold water.
Blinking my eyes open I held my breath hoping someone would figure out that Erik and I were in the water. Looking around I almost gasped seeing a sub coming out the bottom of the ship meaning that my father was getting away. Yet the sub wasn't going far and then my eyes shifted to the end of it and saw Erik swimming and using his power to hold the sub from leaving. Swimming over to him I could see he was having a hard time right before someone jumped down into the water right behind him. “You can't. You'll drown. You have to let go. I know what this means to you, but you're going to die. Please, Erik, calm your mind.”
I held in a gasp hearing someone’s voice inside my mind before he managed to drag Erik up to the surface. Kicking my legs and arms I released a sharp gasp getting my head above water. “Get off me! Get off!” Erik pushed the stranger off of him.
“Calm down! Just breathe. We're here!” The stranger hollered clearly back to the coast guard ships.
Erik gasped, splashing to keep his head above water. “Who are you? “
“My name is Charles Xavier.” The man with brown hair and bright blue eyes introduced himself.
Kicking my legs I eyed Charles as he called himself in awe. “What made you think it was a good idea to jump into freezing water like that?”
“I couldn't let either of you drown. Especially when there was something I could do to rescue you.” He explained with a smile.
The man who said he hated me questioned the man. “You were in my head. How did you do that?”
“You have your tricks, I have mine. I'm like you. Just calm your mind.” Charles said seeing the guard getting closer to the three of us.
Erik breathed out. “I thought I was alone.”
That sentence made me both sad and annoyed at him. ‘What am I invisible or something’ I thought to myself not caring if Charles could read my mind.
“You're not alone. Erik, you're not alone.” Charles declared shifting his attention over to me. “What's your name, love?”
I thought about saying my full name but decided not to. “Addi…Addi Shaw.” The guard ships finally reached us and we all got back on the ship and into some dry clothes. I changed into some dark jeans, some black boots and white sweater. I finished tying only two strands of my hair back with a clip and left the rest down. Charles had introduced me and Erik to a CIA guy and girl. He also had a sister who said her name was Raven but I didn't know her mutation yet. “Welcome to my facility. My mission has been to investigate the application of paranormal powers in military defense.” The CIA man explained when we all got out of the limo car.
Erik corrected the man walking beside Charles. “Or offense.”
“This guy Shaw, schmidt, whatever you want to call him,
He's working with the Russians.” The man kept explaining why he had called us in. “We might need your help to stop him.”
Charles clasped his hands together. “Marvelous. So we're to be the CIA's new mutant division, yes?”
“Something like that.” The CIA responded, leading the others inside and leaving the three of us outside for a moment.
Erik passed, eyeing me silently before Charles raised a brow in my direction, curious. “Addi, I was just wondering what relationship do you have with this guy Shaw?”
“He's my…He’s my father.” I sucked in a breath seeing Charles part his lips in shock, and we didn't say another word and headed inside with the others.
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Picking a flower = saving the day
Howdy, slowpokes, mb for the late, late, late chapter again. Give yourselves about 15 and get comfy, y’all!
When - right after Better with a friend. You and Daryl are stuck in a thunderstorm while out searching for Sophia.
What - the search gets cut short due to torrential rains, you and Daryl argue a little, and goddang it but you just want to find a present for Carol. Daryl also fesses up about when he got lost for 9 days, that’s a big step for him.
Relationships - it’s you two, otherwise only T-Dog pops in at the end when you finally make it back to the farm. Y’all do radio the camp at one point, so Papa Dale and big bro Shane are mentioned.
Pronouns - she/they again
Perspective - 2nd person you, third person Dixon
Genre - it’s part of the Slowpoke Series, idk, friends
TWs - language, mention of childhood physical abuse, parental death mention, and Daryl does refer in his head to Jacqui as “the black lady” before remembering her name.
Plot points - a quarter per white lie, reader’s migraines (and the prodrome phase of getting one), reader hating feeling weak, Two idiots, It was a pragmatic cigarette, What were your nightmares about?, Daryl’s childhood cat named Eyes. T-Dog and Daryl’s growing friendship (I say it’s canon). The story “Quarter!” I’ll put more if I think of them.
Masterlist will give you all the Slowpoke news published so far, as well as a Ko-fi link if you’re able to assist my tire budget :D
“Where we heading?”
“Just follow me!”
Through the thunderstorm, he leads the way. Mud starts to cake his shoes, ankles, and calves.
It’s hard to tell which way to head, a few times he veers off-trail. He’s pretty sure he gets lost for a while.
When the rain gets so heavy that visibility drops and parts of the path turn into small pools or streams, Y/N’s hand grabs the back of his shirt and clings to it.
It’s bad outside. Raining cats and dogs and horses, probably a couple cows and pigs, too.
Then he finally sees the shed that was at the farmhouse and almost cries with relief that he’s found it again.
He leads them by the arm to the side door, crossbow ready.
Y/N gets her pistol out, good.
And as he enters first, the sounds of them shouting “Wait!” reach his ears.
He aims all around the kitchen just in case, and kicks an empty bottle across the floor to make noise so that anything in there will either be drawn to them (walkers) or will scurry away (rodents).
“Why didn’t you check the windows first?” she pants, pistol still ready, shouting, “Sophia?” He does likewise in case Sophia came back here and he’d simply missed her yesterday. He’s hoping that he simply missed her yesterday.
Y/N limps (?) around the bottom floor of the house, repeatedly calling her name along with, “If anyone’s here, we’re s-sorry if we scared you, we’re lookin’ for a little girl who’s missing!”
He jogs up the stairs and calls Sophia’s name more quietly, poking his head into the rooms.
No one and nothing answers.
He goes back downstairs.
“This is the place I found the can and the cot,” he lets Y/N know.
Pistol still out and aimed, her stance doesn’t relax as she blinks in confusion. “Hm?”
“Sit down, s’okay,” he tells them.
Soaked to the skin and covered in mud as they are, the two of them can at least catch their breath now.
Y/N looks beat, promptly grabs a chair, drops into it and starts rubbing their knee. That was new.
Their baseball cap is missing, too.
You
The drip-drip-drip of yours and Daryl’s clothes and the stiff, squidgy feeling of the wet clothes and sticky mud on your body is only propelling your agitation. And where’d your hat go?
First, Mama and Good Dog and the man you shot in the fucking head set up shop in your mind, then your fear of finding Sophia as a cold, muddy corpse decided to dance with you all afternoon. Now, how Dad got washed away and drowned is ping-ponging around your thoughts. Your heart aches. Your body hurts. Good Moses, it even hurts to breath at this point.
And you were in enough physical pain today before idiot you smacked your already-bruised knee on the way here because Dickhead Dixon over there decided to up and sprint to a place he already checked?
“Why are we here, Daryl? We sprinted,” in a thunderstorm, in a flood zone, in woods we don’t know, “all the way to this place? Not somewhere unsearched?”
But before he has a chance to answer, you feel the angry voice in your head get the better of you.
Why did you bring us here, you backwoods bastard? It’s a spot you already been to! How is this helping our girl? It’s been seventy-two hours by now, it’s-it’s too late! You stupid, stupid man!
“You just wasted valuable time, listen to the storm out there! We need to get back down to the road and find someplace to search around there before the flash flood risk gets higher!” you almost yell at him, the pain intensifying when you strain so.
“I wanted to come back here in case she was campin’ out and I just missed her,” he snarls back. “A kid would probably wanna stay out somewhere they felt safe.”
“Then why the hell would you bust in like that, guns blazing? Woulda scared that little girl half to death.”
“Because anybody else here would’ve been scared, too, but I would’ve had the upper hand.”
“Until they put a bullet or a knife in you in self-dembense—fuck, self-de-fense!” you correct, growing more frustrated and furious and feeling more and more helpless and sad by the minute. Goddamn prodrome shit is making you sound like as big of an idiot as you feel. You didn’t even hear whatever the abrasive redneck you’re stuck in here with threw back at you.
Then your mood turns on a dime, your throat tightens and your eyes start to burn. Yours hands immediately cover your face to conceal it while you calm down. Kettle off the burner, Y/N. Inhale. Exhale.
“You okay?” reaches your ears. “Not going postal or nothing, right?”
You nod, feeling the sharp, achy tug in your shoulder and neck when you do. Swallowing to make sure your voice sounds normal, you relax your hands back to your sides and open your eyes—then blink in confusion as to when it was exactly that you stood up?
“Nah, you’d know if I were going postal. But, um, sorry for losin’ my cool and yelling.”
“I asked if you were okay.”
“Overtired, how about you?”
“Quarter.”
Him
“I am overtired, ain’t a white lie,” they insist.
“You’re pretty busted up, too. You in a lot of pain?”
Y/N stares him down as if to challenge him, but there’s something about the look they have on that suggests they’re about to tease him. “No,” she states, that hidden grin starting to come out.
“Quarter.”
“No. You said quarters are for white lies.” Ah, there’s the smile. “Not outright ones.”
He finally looks up at them again but stops when he sees that their egg-stained white t-shirt is soaked. It might be dark and they have on an undershirt, but he can still see the outlight of everything.
But even when not looking, when they take their hand off that spot under their ribs, he can’t help but notice a new, red stain.
Shit.
“What’s wrong, Daryl?” They peek down. “Oh, look at that.” As if it were nothing, they turn around and lift their shirt to check. They sigh in relief. “Stitches ain’t popped, we’re good. I should slap a bandage on there, I reckon.”
This weird sensation of like guilt or whatever starts to kick him in the balls.
The first thing that pops into his head to do to make up for it is to offer them a drink from his water bottle. Then, he rummages through their backpack to hand them the first aid kit they kept in there. There’s also this, though:
“You got a jar of flour?”
“Oh, that’s for Beth, I found it at the thother—the other—house.”
Which one is Beth again? Oh, never mind, she’s ‘the teenage girl,’ right, right. “Messin’ up your words a lot today.”
They take a gulp of his water. “Pre-migraine phase, most likely.”
“You should make people sign a waiver when you head out with them,” he jokes. Not his brightest idea. Maybe he said it wrong?
It’s like he turned their power button off. Y/N gave no offended or angry comeback, no eye roll, no chuckle. She just got really still.
The imaginary knee kicks him in the balls again.
He’s back to not knowing what to do but wanting to do something because Y/N was his friend and shit. It pops into his head this time to ask them for the little walkie next so he can radio the camp in her stead, letting the group know that the two of them were fine.
“No Sophia yet,” he has to tell them.
Dale asks if Y/N is okay (“It’s unusual for you to communicate with the walkies, Daryl, that’s usually Y/N’s territory.”)(“I’m peachy, Mr. H! How are Carl and Teddy, both improvin’ still?” she calls, real bubbly about it, too.)
T-Dog and Andrea apparently went out, as did Rick and Y/N’s brother.
He crouches down beside her as Dale told her all this, holding the walkie between them. Y/N thought he was handing it to her and her fingertips brush his.
(“Daryl?”)
Oh, um, yes, yeah, they know it’s getting late, they’re gonna head back when the rains slow enough. (“Dale, can you use the police walkie for Shane and Rick? They’re usin’ that one, right? I’m just worried about them and the flood risk.”) (“They made it back maybe ten minutes ago, I’ll wave your brother over.”)
While they wait, Dale checks about their physical safety.
Yes, they’re safe inside a shelter. No, they aren’t in a flood zone anymore, so Y/N assures Shane when he interrupts Dale and specifically brings that up. Weird how that keeps getting mentioned.
“My shoulder’s doing pretty okay. Stitches good, still intact,” Y/N repeats to her brother. “I think I’m prodromin’, though, how angoying is that?” Not correcting their pronunciation mistake for the first time that day, they even add that awkward laugh people make when they don’t want to sound upset. “Least I got a warning that I’ll be a liability tomorrow or the day after.”
Stress on the “liability” part. Their eyes look wet and they seem sorta pissed. Daryl feels like he got kicked in the balls by the imaginary foot again. He’d implied she was a risk to bring along, hadn’t he?
“How ’bout you help with target practice tomorrow, then?” Shane’s voice crackles to Y/N back over the walkie.
Their face lit up in response. “Sounds good, so long as we can risk the ammo?”
“These people gotta learn how to shoot proper.”
When all was finished, she clicks off the walkie. He stands up from his crouched position and sits down across from her again. Lightning flickers outside.
“Okay?”
Then the thunder rumbles.
“Okay,” they respond, going back and forth from massaging their shoulder, to their neck, to their knee. “While we’re stuck, I think I’m gonna poke around, find me clean shirt. Hopefully find Carol a present.”
“I’ll, um, cook this up,” he says, gesturing to the sopping wet squirrel carcass on his belt. “Lemme show you what I found yesterday, first, though, tell me what you think?”
Wanting to know their opinion was one of the reasons he’d lead them back here.
“Yeah, of course.”
First, he takes them to the trash bin so they can see the can (and he notes her suppressed gag). She frowns and bites her lip.
He doesn’t like that.
Next, he shows her the little makeshift bed in the cupboard.
She frowns and bites her lip again.
He doesn’t like that either.
But yes, it’s still better to have Y/N there even when they start to bring up stuff that he hadn’t thought out. It’s much better, in fact. They’re honest. He’d wanted to know what they thought and they were telling him.
But like, he still gets angry about it, though.
“Mr. Morales taught the kids how to open cans without, but was there a manual can opener in one of the drawers when you checked?” is their first question.
And he thinks that’s a weird question. “Why’s that matter?”
Y/N moves to check the drawers, hesitating before explaining. “This is gonna slound sliy—fuck, ‘sound silly’—but with the other options of canned stuff here, that she’d go for sardines…” They trail off and seem to stifle a groan when they start to massage their neck again. “I get that sardines are in a pull-top can and are quicker, and when you’re ravenous you’ll eat anythin’—”
“Exactly.”
Okay, yes, it’s possible that he grated that back a little strong. And interrupted them. He’s just...this was a lead, had to be. There were no other damned signs of that little girl otherwise.
Not even a damned sign that she’d got killed and eaten, there’s been nothing. Why couldn’t Y/N just agree with him? They’re his friend!
He sees Y/N’s nostril do that twitch thing people do when they’re fixing to get mad but are trying not to.
“Sophia is a child, is all, and she kept things neat, too. And it, it ain’t that she’d be picky, but,” She swallows and sighs, tugging at the hair at the base of her neck. “Children and teenagers generally will avoid stuff like sardines. Hell, I avoid sardines, I ain’t British.” Yep, using humor to lessen the tension, as always.
They close the open cupboard and reach to check another drawer.
And the second drawer they open has a fucking can opener in it.
He hears them make a small curse under their breath before they whisper, “This took me seconds to find, man.”
Then they stare at the damned thing as if the can opener just told them it had terminal cancer. “I...I just imagine she would grab something like, like the can of cranberry sauce that’s right there in the pantry, and then go to the, the, um—” they can’t seem to figure out the word ‘drawer,’ so settle on “to this pully thing to get a fork or spoon, then she would’ve found the can opener.”
“Jesus—you wanna explain away the bed, then, too, Sherlock?” he snaps despite really, really not wanting to. And that’s coming after using that name that way even though he knows Y/N doesn’t like it. ‘It’s shitty to go around usin’ a deity as an expletive’ was something along the lines of how they’d phrased it.
And Y/N is trying not to snap like he did, to her credit. “When somebody’s scared, they sleep curled up, child or grown. And the pantry is on the bottom floor where the temp’s cooler and has a door.” The last part she stresses, still massaging herself. “No, please don’t you go getting mad at me, Daryl. You wanted to know my thoughts, and I ain’t done nothing but said a truthful thing, tell me I didn’t.” A deep breathe. “You’re my friend, you’re worth the honesty, so is Sophia.”
He took a deep breath like he’d seen her do and listens to the torrent of rain spattering on the house. ‘You’re worth the honesty’ threw him off. And how they repeated that they were friends.
Another flash of lightning outside, another thunderclap.
Okay. He understands what Y/N said about the clues. The ‘clues’ could be nothing, could’ve been from any person alone and hungry in this world-turned-to-shit.
The trail could be cold, just like Merle’s had turned cold.
He just doesn’t want to have fucking failed that little girl just like he failed his brother.
But since when was Y/N doubting that Sophia was alive, too? This wasn’t the time for no doubts, all those do are drag you down.
It’s hard enough to not want to give up these days, and that’s without a lost child or her heartbroken mother left alone. Especially when it’s what, not even a month after those two finally got free from that deadbeat shithead Ed?
Fuck, he’d hated that bastard. Who knows what that asshole did to his kid? Bad enough what he was doing to his woman.
So, maybe, as much as he’s trying not to lash out, he doesn’t sound too friendly or patient or like an adult when he throws back at his friend, “Still don’t mean nothin’!”
Instead of getting all angry like he’d just done (I’m sorry, Y/N…), all they say back in reply is, “Wanna grab more food while we’re stuck here, or leave it in case somebody else takes shelter here and needs it?” as they place the can opener on the counter in plain view before limping away.
The only sound becomes the rain outside hammering away at the roof and windows.
He eyes the dumbass can opener, storms over, throws it back into the drawer and kicks it shut.
Pissy little bitch Darylina.
Yeah, he gives himself a minute to cool off. Y/N seems to be doing the same.
Another bolt of lightning flashes outside, following closely by a loud boom of thunder. Storm’s closer now.
“Ah, the painkillers are kickin’ in,” he hears them sigh from their spot near a window.
Lightning flashes again, thunder at just about the same time.
He decides to join Y/N in the living room and stare out the window, too.
“M’sorry I blew up,” he mumbles.
“Friends fight,” comes out of their mouth almost immediately. They sound tired.
“Heard ya say the painkillers are kicking in?”
“Thanks be.”
More thunder. He must’ve missed the lightning.
“Ain’t gonna work out, us heading to the road today, is it?” they ask him, tone soft and defeated.
He just runs his hands through his hair and flops onto the couch. “It’s gonna get dark soon. Out in the dark’s no good, you know that.”
They’re still standing by the window. A bolt of lightning flashes. “Andrea mentioned she and you went out to search in the dark.”
Shit. “Y/N…”
“No leads, then?”
“If there were, we’d have followed ’em.”
“Alright,” she relents with a sigh. After a few moments of quiet, she offers, “I’ll get a fire going, you do your thing with that squirrel there.”
You
I’m so sorry, Sophia. You were so loved. You’re still so loved, I don’t mean to be writing you off as gone so soon, but…I’m so sorry we couldn’t find you in time, baby girl. Please be alive.
Please let her be alive. Let her end have been quick if she’s gone already. Or bring her back!
Or…I don’t know, either way please just help me find Carol a damn present.
Him
Y/N’s been staring into the flames for a while.
The squirrel meat’s cooked, he threw it onto a plate from the kitchen and left it on the coffee table then headed to a window.
He opened it up, stuck his hands out to rinse off, and is now enjoying a cigarette. Small favors this fucking storm is moving further away.
“Rain’s slowin’ down.”
“Yeah,” they hush. He sees as they perk up. “We should oughta go now, then, flash flood risk is—”
—A massive thunderclap interrupts so forcefully that the house shakes.
Oh, damn it, he dropped his smoke on the covered porch outside! Of course he was holding it out the window when a hulking fucker of a thunderclap shook the place.
Can he reach it, maybe? Oh, nah, it fell in a crack that was wet. Well, there goes that.
He quickly looks back at Y/N to find them wide-eyed, tensed-up, and breathing heavy. “That was scary. What do you think Sophia is…” She doesn’t finish her sentence, and turns back to the fire.
He’s thinking the same. How terrified must that kid be right now?
Then there’s that asshole part of himself that is thinking how after this bullshit storm they’re having, the chance of finding that little girl is gonna be that much more difficult and…and unlikely.
Screw that.
“So, remember how I said I got lost when I was a kid? When I found my cat?” he calls over.
After a few sniffs, she responds back, “Your cat Eyes?”
“Yep. So, I was wanderin’ around playing and shit. I didn’t want to be ho—um,” he pauses and pretends he sees something outside. Did he really almost tell her how he didn’t want to be home? More mopey bullshit he almost spilled, what the hell.
And like, come on, it’s nothing, it’s just that things had been pretty shit then. Ma had died and Dad was…who he was. And Merle had been dicking around so he wouldn’t have to be around their old man, which had landed him in juvie again.
Anyway, being away from home felt safer. Hurt less.
None of this Y/N has to know.
He begins to walk back to the fireplace and sees that they haven’t eaten any squirrel meat.
“And yeah, I dunno,” he continues his story, “I ended up goin’ deeper and deeper into the woods by my neighborhood. Got lost.”
“How long ’til you made it back?” Their expression warms slightly when they ask, “And when d’you find Eyes?”
He opens his mouth to tell her.
Closes it.
He just doesn’t want them to get, like, all emotional or whatever. “Don’t, um—it ain’t a big deal, okay?”
Her brows draw closer, just a little. “Maybe it kinda is if you have to tell me that,” she gently counters, her curious smile switching into a cautious sort of look.
Might as well out with it. He’d already basically blurted out how he’d hid under his bed a shit ton as a kid, she’s probably already drawn some kind of conclusion. “I found Eyes on day seven, I think?” Was it day seven or six? Maybe eight?
“How long, you said?” they question, voice casual.
“Was out there nine days by the time I made it back.” He glances over for a second to see their reaction, and to his relief, there isn’t much of one.
You
Tears forgotten and voice as level and as nonchalant as you can crack it, you wonder about the phrasing of that sentence. “By the time you made it back?”
He hums.
Does that mean he was out there and he ran into the search party, or that no search party was sent? He said nine days. Nine!
“Your mama and big brother must have sobbed so hard with relief when you came back in one piece,” you decide to respond, praying you won’t say the wrong thing or react in an unwelcome way or cause him grief.
“Nah, Ma wasn’t around then, she’d died.”
Oh my, it got worse. Oh my. Okay, keep your voice normal, Y/N, you know the drill. “How old were you?”
“It ain’t a big deal,” he repeats instead of telling you.
So, you try humoring him a little. “Ain’t never said it was.”
And it’s probably him compromising when he allows, “I was younger than Sophia is now.”
Okay.
He’s probably feeling very exposed right now, that’s a given. God knows you’ve had the hard blessing of living with and caring for a lot of kids like him; when stuff came up that kids (and grown-ups) from difficult situations didn’t like facing, they’d fight it.
So, because it isn’t anything immediately urgent as it sometimes was with your foster sibs, there’s zero reason for you to encourage, press, or pry at this moment. But because completely changing the topic isn’t the best course of action, either, you try to direct it away from the painful part.
“You mentioned you’re from northern Georgia, right? We talking by Gainesville or far up like Dalton or Clayton?”
“In between, I guess.”
In between those are a whole lot of trees and not too much else. “Ellijay? Helen?”
“You got a map out or somethin’?” he snorts. He appears more comfortable now, which is good.
But shit, nine days lost in the woods? Whoever was meant to be his caregiver dropped the ball so hard it cracked the mother-fucking pavement—ohh, great and here goes you getting all huffy. Good Moses, you can feel your blood pressure going up!
You know, you know, you should be used to this kind of thing, but every time it still hurts to acknowledge that people can abuse or neglect kids. Sometimes, you swear, people don’t care about young humans half as much as they care about dogs.
Daryl could’ve been one of yours just as easily as Sophia could have.
All you want to know is where the fuck was this guy’s dad was—where was Merle, for that matter?—or, you don’t know, an auntie or grandma or whoever was supposed to be taking care of your poor mangy hick and didn’t notice he was gone for over a w—
“—Anyways, I told you that so you’d get it into your head that that little girl could still be fine,” your poor mangy hick’s voice interrupts.
Just a sec, did you just think of him as ‘your’ mangy hick? Twice? That isn’t gonna be your term of endearment for your new friend, right? Sure you’ve had that in your head since the day your group left the quarry, but it’s kinda rude. Plus, he’s not a child, he’s like six and a half years older than you.
Anyway, your curiosity gets the better of you. “What’d you do for food when you were out there?” you ask your poor mangy hick.
“Berries mostly. Wild onion, too,” he grunts back, picking up his food-knife (separate from his walker-knife) and taking a big bite of squirrel meat off it. “I overheard you doin’ a lesson with ’em about edible plants once.” He says this as if it means Sophia would know all the plants off the top of her head now.
More thunder interrupts, and thankfully it doesn’t shake the house like the last one did. And yet, your hope gets washed away with the rain and leaves dread in its place.
“But only one lesson, Daryl,” you begin to panic, efficiently tumbling down into worst-case scenario thoughts as the memory of her crying out in terror that day on the car-packed highway floods your mind. “We only went over poison sumac versus edible, poke versus elderberry, and, um, w-wild carrot versus hemlock.” Calm down, calm down...
His shrug might have come across as rude if he wasn’t staring so intently into your eyes. “Sophia’s smart, said so yourself.” With a shake of the plate, he seems to be encouraging you to eat some of the meat.
“Smart only gets you so far when th-there are dead people who chase and eat us,” you falter, pulse rising.
“Y/N, c’mon, zen,” he says, but not in the way he’s been speaking. The gentleness in it catches you off guard.
Plate put aside, he holds up nine fingers. “Nine days. That was me.” Then he points to himself, then toward the window. “Sophia’s on day three. She’s got the creek as her landmark and water source, and there are plenty of farmhouses she could be crashing in. Don’t go gettin’ your panties in a bunch just yet.”
As well-intentioned as the first half might have been, that last part gets you snapping, “Bitch, don’t patronize me or my panties,” as tears (not now, idiot!) pool in your eyes and threaten to slip down. Feeling weak and stupid and useless and helpless, you promptly turn your head and tuck your lips in, determined to cry too obviously and give credence to Daryl’s (*cough* sexist) choice of phrase.
His apology comes out annoyed, but one comes out nonetheless. Plus, he follows it up with, “I didn’t mean it like that…”
Then another rude-ass, mother-fucking, loudmouth thunderclap booms through the air and all you can do is whimper, “Oh, baby girl, I’m so sorry,” as you close your eyes and pray (scream inwardly) again and sink onto the couch.
Him
Y/N is quick to apologize for calling him ‘bitch,’ as if it were a big deal.
“I’m sorry, you don’t like being called that especially and here I go sayin’ it. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t sweat it, we all say shit we don’t mean.”
He takes another bite of squirrel, thinking how he’s gonna have to pilfer around for some hot sauce to help choke stuff like this down. After another two bites, he tosses the rest back onto the plate and sits down on the opposite end of the couch where Y/N is. He doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable. More uncomfortable, that is.
The rain sounds like it’s slowing down.
There’s still a stack of magazines from when she got the fire going. He grabs one, rips out a page. Crumples it. Pelts it into the fire.
Rips another. Crumples it. Pelts it into the fire.
Rips a third. Crumples it. Looks at Y/N. Nods his head toward the magazine.
Glancing back, they mutter, “That’s a good idea.”
He puts the magazine on the middle cushion between him and them before pelting his third paper ball as hard as he—fuck, it hits the glass fireplace door and lands on the floor.
It’s Y/N’s usual delicate teasing when they hint, “That’s how I felt when you chucked that rubber band ball too hard and I didn’t catch it.”
That happened back at the CDC. Fucking cosmic-level crazy day. And that black lady, uh, Jacqui, right? She was decent. Liked root beer as much as he does, so he found out while there. Too bad she chose to check out with that scientist bastard.
More thunder outside brings him back to the present. Based on the sounds of it, the storm’s finally moved its ass away.
Y/N’s attempt at tossing their paper ball ticks the bottom grate first but still flops into the fire.
He rounds up a fourth ball of his own, throws it—hell yes—and sends it straight into the flames.
“Ow,” Y/N hisses, dropping her second one. “Tried to throw with my bum arm.”
He figures he’ll do some teasing of his own. “Idiot.”
As expected, they bug him back. “Mangy hick,” they snark, and lightly toss the paper ball at his head.
He’s about to inquire why that, um…kinda weird nickname instead of ‘bitch,’ but she speaks up.
“Daryl?”
When they don’t say anything for several seconds, he looks over. Their chest is rising and falling slowly and controlled. Then he realizes he’s staring at their chest and turns away.
“We tell Carol we found somethin’, yes or no?” she finally speaks. “I don’t think we should, but do you think she'll need that?”
“Nah, we ain’t lying to her.”
“W-we can tell her about the old couple’s house.”
“We can.”
“And we can find her a present.”
A gift? Trying not to sound like a dick, he wonders, “What the hell kinda present?”
“I dunno, dude, I’ll look around.” Y/N massages their temple for a moment. “She likes modern art,” they trail off.
“So ya wanna bring her back a painting or some shit?”
She shrugs her good shoulder and closes her eyes. “Daryl, what sorts of signs might could there still be tomorrow of our girl?”
His answer is coming out before they’re even done asking. “Plenty. The wet ground will help us see way better, if she’s out in it leaving tracks. Just don’t—” What is he trying to say? “Don’t write her off just yet is all I’m askin’. From you of all people,” he adds, really not liking how…naked he felt in saying that.
Partway through making another paper ball, the crinkling noise slowly stops as Y/N pauses. She licks her lips, then tells him “It’s not me writing her off. That ain’t never gonna happen, she’s just a child. And I love her, it’s j-just me tryin’ not to be blind about her situation. It’s been seventy-two hours, man.”
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
He feels her turn to look at him for a moment. When he starts to return her gaze, she’s already standing up. Her voice comes out low and rough. “Stats say we’re most likely gonna find a body now.”
Um…wasn’t expecting that. How is he supposed to react? And who cares about some statistics bullshit?
Luckily, another damn thunderclap interrupts and helps him take a figurative step back before he gets pissed again.
So, he knows, alright?
These past three days, he’s known how slim it’s been getting. He isn’t stupid.
But it still doesn’t mean the worst. There are plenty of places for her to hole up and keep safe, fed.
Sophia’s surprisingly good at throwing punches, too, from what that little lesson Y/N was giving the kids that time showed. That means she can defend herself, at least somewhat.
Well, Y/N’s gotten up and is searching this dump to find useful stuff. And a present for Carol, for what good that’ll do.
Well, he’s gonna take this as another opportunity to have a smoke. And not drop it out a window this time.
You
A jug of cooking oil and a jug of bleach. Neither are for Carol, but both will benefit your group and the Greenes (and whatever Patricia and Jimmy’s last name is).
You think you took too many ibuprofen, your ears are ringing and you’re feeling kinda nauseated. Another idiotic thing you did, overdoing it on pain management so you could pretend you weren’t the liability you are for going out.
It was hard enough getting the fresh shirt on without resorting to asking Daryl to help pull it off (hell no), but you managed to get a clean, unstained one on yourself along with a pair of all-cotton jeans, one size too small but the cotton will loosen up, right?
“Ain’t that top kinda warm?”
“It’s comfy. Don’t you go snippin’ the sneeves—sleeves—off my new button down, hear?” you try to joke, eyeing his own cut-off shirt. Every sleeved shirt that man had had with him he ended up ripping the sleeves off. It was one of the first thing you and Amy noticed. She did enjoy peeking at his arms.
“You good?”
“I’m good. You good? You look tired.”
“Same to you. Ready to head back?” he puts to you, already shouldering his crossbow and—oh, shouldering your backpack as well. He also grabs the jug of cooking oil.
Okay, Carol really called it. There is a good man hiding underneath all that anger.
Him
“Yeah, the flood risk only gets higher the longer we wait,” they reply under their breath, dark circles under their eyes more noticeable in the light. She notices her bookbag on his shoulder but doesn’t protest. Then she picks up the gallon of bleach with her uninjured side and follows him on his way out the door.
“What’s with y’all and flash floods, anyways?” he’s curious to know.
Their brows go up just a little as they heft the jug, but their response nearly causes him to drop the one he’s holding. “Dad drowned in one.”
Shit, they serious?
They sound almost amused. “Oh, Dary-bear, are you freezin’ up? Relax, you’re fine. People die.”
“My bad,” is the only response that comes into his head.
“Make it up to me by lettin’ me carry my backpack?
He doesn’t think that’s a good…fine, he gives it back—but he takes the jug of bleach from their hand first. He just doesn’t want her to hurt too bad later. He can carry the cooking oil and the bleach, she can be the spotter, and he’ll just drop a jug if he has to aim his crossbow. Easy. “How old were ya when that happened? To your dad?”
With a pointed glance, she repeats the same reply he gave her earlier. “Younger than Sophia is now.” She adjusts the bookbag. “Maybe we can both share when we have that beer at some point.”
You
The skies are darkening and the birds are starting to leave their nests to get worms since the rain has finally slowed to a light drizzle. The air smells nice.
Dead tired, you’re already ready to ask for a break and you two only have a quarter of a mile from the farm, so Daryl estimates.
You two pass a big cinder-brick farmhouse-looking thing. He already checked the inside yesterday (“It’s stripped bare, Y/N.”), but the two of you pop in for one final sweep. ‘Stripped bare’ is the perfect description for it. After maybe five minutes of calling Sophia’s name and looking under and inside possible hiding places, it’s time to leave.
You trudge outside. And as you’re daydreaming about leaning against that tree while you try to wrangle enough willpower to make the walk back, he checks out of the blue, “Hey, you find that present for Carol like you were after?”
“Other than the red shirt from the highway and an unopened box of peach tea, no. Why?”
He’s staring at something. “She like flowers?”
“Very much.” She’d had the kids pick wildflowers more than a few times back at the quarry. And that Daryl is offering is something.
He bends down toward a scraggly wild shrub and picks—oh, it’s one of those? Those are the official state flower. They smell kinda like Christmastime.
“Ready to head back?” Daryl asks, holding just the single bloom.
“I guess.” You nod at the flower, intrigued and a little confused. “Why only the one? There are two.”
“I think it’s a sign,” he says quietly without looking at you. His gaze is fixed on the flower.
Your gaze is fixed on him. It’s—it’s weird to think, but you don’t want to look away. He whole appearance is unlike his usual self—he seems shy. He looks gentle. “What do you mean?”
“You know the story behind the Cherokee Roses, right?”
Of course, you were Georgia born and raised just like he was. “Yeah, that the, um, the Cherokee prayed for a sign of hope for the future, and those sprung up wherever they cried for their lost ones.”
“On the Trail of Tears,” he reminds you, still staring at the petals and delicately running his finger along the tips of them as if lost in thought. “All those people were dyin’, the kids especially. After the elders prayed for that sign to keep hope, every time a mother’s tears touched the ground for her children, one of these bloomed.” And it’s almost too soft the way he mumbles to himself “These bloomed for Sophia,” that you nearly didn’t hear it.
Your stomach does a flip. Your cheeks get all warm. You’re just about ready to start crying again, to be honest. Also, you get slightly turned on for a sec, but that’s neither here nor there—and you pay no mind. You’re overtired.
Carol called it. There’s a very good man hiding under all that anger.
“Y/N, you good?”
“I-I’m great, um—tell Carol that story when you give it to her. Okay? Daryl, it’s perfect.”
The flower in his shirt pocket, he doesn’t reply, he just picks up the jugs again and makes a half-grunt while inclining his head toward the farm.
“It’s perfect,” you repeat, but still are given no semblance of a reply as you both continue walking the final stretch back. You get the urge to bug him. “Since when do you get shy, mangy hick?”
The trudge back grows quiet.
Him
They hadn’t called him ‘mangy hick’ in a while. He even kinda liked it. It didn’t sound like an insult when they said it, probably because it wasn’t. If Y/N was mad at somebody, their mouth would run, sure, but without fail they would then apologize for that shit and mean it.
“We’re almost back,” he lets them know.
“Good. Because really, man, what you told me about that flower will mean a lot, like, a whole lot to Carol. She needs that right now.”
He doesn’t know how to respond to this. It’s a flower, big deal. “Yeah.”
“How is it that you,” she sighs, “got to save the day two days ago, now you’re savin’ the day again?”
Not this again. I remembered leftover pills two days ago, Y/N, and today I picked a flower. How are you gonna swing this as meaning anything? “Pickin’ a flower is saving the day?”
She doesn’t even hesitate. “Today, for that woman, might could be.”
The two of them finally make it to one of the farm’s fields.
He doesn’t get it. “Tracking down her daughter might could’ve been better.”
A slight huff. “We’re working with what we got, Daryl, take the compliment. Carol needs comfort. Life’s beaten her down enough,” she mutters under her breath. Then she speaks clearly and almost as if she’s scolding him. “And now life has taken her daughter, at least for a few days. Carol needs comfort right now, and you found somethin’ deep and real to comfort her with.”
Before he can grumble or make any kind of lame reply such as “Picking a goddamn flower ain’t saving nobody,” a figure in the distance shows up from around a hay pile. He drops the jug of cooking oil and aims his crossbow within a second.
Oh, it’s just T-Dog. Does he look happy, did they bring back Sophia? He turns his head toward Y/N, who looks back at him and shares that same hopeful expression for just a moment until she waves and appears to be about to shout over to him. But she hesitates.
“You realize Carol ain’t gonna hate you that we didn’t find her girl yet? The one she—well, the person she hates right now, it’s herself. That’s why we need to remind her we don’t agree, okay? Especially comin’ from somebody as,” a slight pause, “as independent as you. That’s why you have to do it.”
There’s no time to process this idea or grate back anything he’d probably regret and kick himself in the balls for before Y/N finally does shout, “Teddy! I hope you and Andrea made it back before that free shower from Mother Nature!”
“It washed off the sweat, I’ll give it that.” T-Dog calls back, his voice sounding…disappointed. “Y’all find any leads?”
That answers why he sounds disappointed. No Sophia. Again. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, son-of-a-bitch, fuck!
“There weren’t signs of her back at the little shelter y’all made at the highway, either?” Y/N falters.
“We’ve got a new road to check out tomorrow,” Daryl cuts in, and states it loudly and as confidently as he can scrape up for both Y/N and T-Dog. “I don’t think that area was checked yet, right?” he adds with a toss of his head toward the east.
“Nah, Andrea and me did a sweep of the woods in that direction,” T-Dog gestures to the far end of the farm, then to another. “Shane and Rick searched that way. And y’all did that direction.”
“They find any signs?�� he presses, knowing he sounds desperate.
T-Dog shakes his head.
After this, he reaches his hand down for one of the jugs Daryl is holding. Daryl hands it over without a word and without looking at him. He’s only finally let himself believe that Y/N was actually his friend, he isn’t gonna start assuming everybody will want to. That he thought T-Dog was a decent dude didn’t mean it was mutual.
“Teddy, how’s my Carl?” Y/N checks sadly.
“Still doing great. Little man’s itching to get out of bed already.”
“He ask about Sophia all day?”
“His parents told him.”
She coughs. “What? How did, h-how did he take it?”
“Good. He took it real good.”
“I gotta go see him—wait, I forgot to ask about you! You gonden dinzy—ahem, gotten dizzy spells at all? Are your stitches still clean and—ohh, how’s your stomach, those antibiotics can wreck—”
“—Okay, we good, slow down. To answer, my arm’s fine, and Glenn gave me the probiotics you put on the drug store list.”
“Glenn got back okay? Margaret, too?”
“Both good as far as I know. But to be honest about my stomach, yeah, it only been a day and a half on them antibiotics and that shit’s messed up,” he cracks to try and break the tension.
“Literally, huh?” she deadpans back at him, causing him to make a genuine laugh. Daryl gets the feeling he should smile or something, but he feels too out of place as T-Dog and Y/N have their conversation.
“Hey, Lori was looking for you, Y/N. Glenn, too.”
“Okay, I’ll go find them after checkin’ on my Carl. Oh, and I’ll try to find a vase for you, okay, Daryl?” she adds, taking off at a faster pace that Daryl didn’t realized she still had in her.
T-Dog slows down and nudges his arm, then nods over at Y/N. “They okay? No sling on today.”
“They overdid it.”
“You both look bone-tired.” He chuckles. “I’m guessing they was the one who wanted to bring these back with y’all, right?” he guesses, holding up the jug and grinning.
“Mmhm.”
“Was that flower you got there what she meant about the ‘vase?’ Not many Cherokee Roses this time of year. That’s what that is, right?”
“Ain’t nothin’,” comes out of his mouth before he can rethink it and not act like some asshole white-trash redneck.
T-Dog slows for a second, then rolls his eyes and shrugs. “A’ight, brother, I’ll leave you to it.” He maintains his distance from Daryl after that and walks along at his own faster pace.
No wonder no one fucking wants you around or is gonna. And throw out the damned flower, who the hell will care? You failed again at doing the only thing you’re supposed to be good at.
And he almost does throw the damn thing out. But…Y/N would be upset, for one. But more than that, the thing she said about it being something Carol needed right now? That much is plain, the poor woman does need some kind of something to keep her going.
And those two flowers, they fucking did bloom for Sophia. Two single blooms, one for every night she’d been missing and her mother cried for her. There’ll be one more in it’s place tomorrow, try and tell him there won’t be.
When he sees Y/N across the field slow to a stop and lean over to catch her breath and forgets about the goddamn flower-drama in his head.
Y/N thought it was obvious. Carol needed a present, something to give her comfort. In their opinion, Daryl finding that flower was “perfect” for Carol, and was “saving the day again.” They said it without a lick of sarcasm, too. Then, when he turned into pissy Darylina and tossed it back in her face anyway and told her she was wrong, she didn’t even blink.
“Today, for that woman, it might could be,” she told him. “Life’s beaten her down enough, and now life has taken her daughter.” Then came the part where she seemed disappointed in him. The imaginary knee kicked his balls again. “Carol needs comfort right now, and you found somethin’ deep and real to comfort her with.”
He can’t chicken out. That woman—Carol—if there’s a chance she’ll get some kinda comfort out of this, it’s worth him feeling stupid and unwelcome or blamed.
Hot damn. What would Merle say if he could stare into his thoughts and read this shit, right?
You
You’d meant to go to Carl, but Maggie found you first. Wanted to talk.
You wish you’d waited to talk to her until after seeing Carl. And Lori and Glenn, or maybe after a good night’s sleep, like, what the fuck, Glenn? Never mind whatever was going on in Margaret’s mind, but as for Glenn: did he even think before getting himself into this?
Shoot—the pun wasn’t intended, it wasn’t, but really! What the hell were they thinking?
Maggie and Glenn had sex?
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Introducing: I had the time of my life (fighting dragons with you)
Percy and Annabeth stood anxiously at the door.
"Don'y worry, Wise Girl. It's just my mom and Paul."
"Percy, this is my first time meeting your parents as Annabeth, your girlfriend.
He chuckled. "No matter what Annabeth you are, my mom loves you."
Percy rung the doorbell.
There stood the one and only Sally Jackson.
She smiled brightly before scooping Annabeth in a huge hug.
"Annabeth, I missed you so much. How have you been."
("Glad to see mom missed me too." "You were here just this morning, Perce")
"I missed you too Sally."
"How have you been? How's camp?"
"It's been so exciting. We haven't had this many campers in such a long time."
In the corner of her eye, Sally saw Percy smiling at the both of them.
"Hey Perce, go show Annabeth where she is going to be staying tonight."
"Come on!"
He grabbed Annabeth's hand which did not go unnoticed by Sally.
She wondered how long it would take Percy to tell her that he is finally dating Annabeth.
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Sally, Paul, Annabeth and Percy all sat down at the dinner table. All around them the aroma of Sally's cooking filled the air.
"The food smells amazing, Ms. Jackson."
"Thank you dear. And I thought by now, you would know better than to call me Sally. I mean you saved my son enough times as far as I know."
"I- Okay Sally."
Paul started to tell a story about how one of students papers that he had just finished grading. Though, unbeknownst to Sally and Paul, Percy and Annabeth stopped listening.
"Come on Perce, eat your veggies. Don't you want to make guinea pig self proud."
Paul and Sally exchanged looks of pure confusion.
"That was one time, Annabeth. And it was totally not my fault."
"You made a cute guinea pig."
"You made a- That's not fair! Why didn't you get turned into anything."
"Because I was too busy looking for you to be fooled."
Sally decided to interject.
"Percy, honey. Please eat your vegetables and Annabeth, do tell the story of where my son turns into a guinea pig."
As Annabeth finished the story (and as Percy got redder and redder), Sally noticed that the two were still holding hands.
"So you two are holding hands now? What's with this new update? Did you forget to tell your mama something, Perce. Something rather important, it seems."
"Mom!"
"I'm just saying. Paul, you should've seen them. They were so cute. They were always arguing and now look at them, holding hands."
Paul chuckled as Percy and Annabeth shared a blush.
"So, I think it's safe to say you both are dating, hm?"
Annabeth nodded.
"It's completely recent, Sally. I swear."
Sally smiled.
"I figured as much. Tell me what happened."
"Well, after dinner I found Percy was sitting on the Poseidon table alone. Me and Tyson had wanted to surprise him with a birthday cupcake," Annabeth smiled as she said "you don't even want to know how many I had to throw out due to Tyson being clumsy."
Sally chuckled.
"If you think Tyson is bad, you should Percy in the kitchen. I would like to think as my son, he would be a good cook. Unfortunately, he seemed to inherit a sense that I didn't even know was in my family."
"Mom! I just got her to be my girlfriend. Please don't embarrass me now."
Annabeth looked at him.
"Percy, I've seen you with bedhead more than I ever seen your hair combed. Trust me, nothing gets more embarrassing than seeing your face when I had to explain how I was born."
Percy groaned and laid his head on his arms.
"Anyway," Annabeth glanced at Percy who was still moping about the fact that both his girlfriend and mom already started to tag-team on him, "We started talking about the war. He told me how, when he was bathing in the River Styx, I was his anchor to the real world. (Sally cooed at that) He told me that when he was asked to be a god, the reason he said is because he didn't want everything to stay the same. And-
Percy cuts her off.
"My mom doesn't need to hear this part."
Sally raised an eyebrow.
Annabeth rolled her eyes.
"We just kissed and the rest of camp found us and threw us in the lake. Literally nothing else happened."
"Aww, you kids are so cute. Trying to hide the fact that you guys are kissing from your mom. Paul, isn't that precious?"
"Mom"
"Honey, you don't have to hide it from me. After everything you kids have gone through, you deserve something normal in your lives. Though, I do have one thing to say."
Everyone looked at Sally.
"Annabeth and I have to bake blue cookies."
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"Here, honey. I took out all the indigents out of the fridge."
There, on the counter had a multitude of items. Butter that was sitting in a small bowl, with 2 eggs next to it. Sugar, both brown and white sat next to a large container that was filled with flour. Next to the flour held a large bag filled with chocolate chips which Annabeth had just stared that in shock.
"How many chocolate chips are we going to use?"
Sally smiled at Annabeth as she grabbed the measuring cups out of the kitchen drawer.
"In this family, we measure with our heart."
Annabeth smiled, realizing how special this moment truly is.
"First step, we put in all the wet ingredients in our mixer."
Annabeth helped Sally pour the eggs (after a slight incident where an egg shell got stuck), butter and both the brown and white sugar in.
Sally handed Annabeth the blue food dye.
"Go for it. We don't measure this either. It'll be good, regardless."
Annabeth dabbed a little food coloring inside the mixer, turning the entire thing to a bright blue that almost matches the color of the mixer.
"Here was always Percy's favorite part," Sally said.
She grabbed the giant bag of chocolate chips.
"Like I said, we don't measure anything. The more, the merrier."
Handing Annabeth the oven its, Sally lets her take the lead on putting the cookies in the oven.
"Now's the worst part. The Dishes." Sally said as she took off her apron.
Annabeth chuckled.
Sally started to tell stories about Percy as they did the dishes.
"You know when Percy was little, I was terrified out of my mind that something would happen to him. Now, I'm still terrified but I know you have his back." She glanced at Annabeth. "And I don't mean that just literally."
Annabeth laughed.
"He has my back just as much as I have his. That's the way it's always been."
"It has always been like that, hasn't it. It's funny, you kids thought you were being so subtle with both of your crushes."
"I don't think Percy even realized he had a crush on me until I kissed him a second time."
Sally chuckled at that.
"He most likely didn't. He kept telling me that you were just a friend. I even told him it was okay to like you but he didn't realize. I did tell him that it was not normal to print out your 'just a friend's' picture at the library and keep it with you all semester. He never, and I still don't think he realizes how much he actually likes you. But, as his mama, I can tell you. He likes you dear, and I know it's the same.
Percy poked his head in the kitchen before Annabeth had the chance to reply
"Are you guys talking about me?"
"Speak of the devil," Annabeth says.
'Perce, you came at the right time. The cookies are finally finished.
Sally took the cookies out of the oven.
"Don't mind if I do."
"Seaweed Brain there are not even cooled down yet."
"If I didn't die fighting a war, Wise girl, I don't think I will die eating a hot cookie."
"Don't say I didn't warn-"
OW!
(She got cut off because Percy burnt his tongue).
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i know nothing about scream other than the fact that it’ll prolly scare me if i watch it BUT ily and you said something about your favorite part and i’m in a curious mood today, what’s your favorite part of the movie, if you don’t mind me asking!!!
oh my god so, okay, spoilers for anyone who hasn't seen scream bc i AM going to be describing the scene where the killer is revealed
my favourite part of the entire movie is the moment, and then the scene that follows, that 'ghostface's identity is revealed - because not only do you find out it's two people, one of them also happens to be someone that you've already been pointed towards and then drawn away from multiple times and i just think that's so sexy of them
not to mention, the way it's revealed??? oh my GOD
so we've got sidney, the final girl, she's freaking the fuck out and she's just shut the door on two of her friends because she doesn't know who to trust anymore - everyone else she knows/trusts is dead.
and then billy comes staggering out, and she's so relieved because not only is he alive but he's someone she can trust! someone she feels safe with, despite how topsy turvy their relationship has been for most of the movie (accusing your boyfriend of murder and then having him compare your mothers death to his mother leaving, will do that) and he very gently asks her to give him the gun, and so she does because she's scared and she trusts him
AND THEN ONE OF HER FRIENDS, RANDY, COMES IN AND HE SAYS SOMETHING THAT I CANT REMEMBER
AND BILLY- he like,, half turns, looking over his shoulder with this dark look, completely devoid of humanity, and he's covered in blood and his hair is falling in his face and he just quietly says "we all go a little mad sometimes" and then shoots randy AND THEN in an unfortunately very attractive move, scratches his head with the barrel of the gun and casually says "Anthony Hopkins, Psycho." and his whole demeanor has changed, like now that the cats out of the bag Billy The Concerned Boyfriend is gone and instead we're faced with the exact kind of man who quizzes a girl on scary movies before killing her boyfriend bc she got the answer wrong; and he's like casually leaned back against the door and he licks the blood of his fingers and says "corn syrup. same stuff they used for pigs blood in carrie."
and then stews there right, and he uses the voice changer and suddenly you realise that they were both ghostface, which is how they managed to be in two places at once - how they managed to pull the attention off of billy every time sidney was suspicious
and then from there through to the ending is just golden - it's just unhinged homoeroticism, and everything starts to fall into place and make sense and you also get to see these two new sides to both Billy and Stew and it's both really interesting and really funny how opposite there are - like, there's this one bit (another of my favourite small snippets of scene) where like. stew is draped over the counter and he's crying into the phone about how his parents are gonna be so mad bc sidney called the police on them for being serial killers, meanwhile billy's in the backrground just tearing the couch apart and there's feathers everywhere and he's all angry yelling and it's just such a funny contrast to me
and anyway that's my favourite scene in the whole movie, thank you for asking <3
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Til I Hear It From You - Part Two (Stranger Things / Empire Records)
Read Part One here!
'Wayne' is still keeping his secrets to himself, until a chance accident forces him to reveal more than he wants to.
CW: More angst, mention of suicide attempts, self harm, drug use, shitty parents.
Word count: 2822 words
Image found on Google, courtesy of Regency Enterprises (?)
Week 2
After a successful first week of learning the layout of the store, putting away stock, talking to customers and lots of dusting, Wayne was ready to tackle learning to use the tills. Debra was pretty pleased when Joe sent him out with a fresh till float in his hands to join her at the counter. He came up behind the counter and hesitated behind her. “Joe says you’re to show me how to use the tills,” he said.
Debra smiled and pulled open the empty drawer of the till next to hers. “Come on in.”
She showed him how to put the float in so it didn’t jam the drawer, pointed out the order of how the coins and notes were sorted in the little compartments, and showed him which button to press if he needed to spring it open without a sale, like if he gave the wrong change or something. “I could go through all the buttons with you,” she said, “But you won’t remember them all. The best way to learn is to just serve customers.” She paused to look round the empty store. “Unfortunately, first thing on a Monday morning is not our busiest time.”
Wayne fidgeted awkwardly. “So what do we do now?”
Debra shrugged. “Whatever you can find to do. Tidy the counter. Count the cracks in the ceiling. Me, I’m making buttons.” She held up the button press that was on the counter next to her. “People love buttons, even the shitty ones I make.”
Wayne leaned over to peer into the basket of buttons next to her. “They’re not bad,” he said.
“Why thank you, Wayne!” she exclaimed. “I didn’t realise you were so into buttons!” She turned and rummaged in the basket, then picked out out and handed it to him. “You can have this one. I think it sums you up perfectly.”
Wayne took it and looked at it. It was a black button with a big white question mark in the centre. He gave a small, pursed-lips smile. “I get it,” he said. “Thanks.”
Debra watched while he pinned in onto his lanyard cord. He was wearing a faded Iron Maiden t shirt today, short sleeved but with a long-sleeved grey top underneath. He wore a heavy silver chain on one wrist and a silver-strap watch on the other. This close, she could see that his chunky rings depicted a cross, a skull and a … pig? She frowned. “What’s with the pig ring?” she asked.
He shrugged and turned away to straighten up the leaflets on his side of the circular counter. “Boar,” he corrected. “It was a gift.”
“From who?” Debra asked. He pretended not to hear her. She shrugged and went back to lining up her designs into the button cases. A customer came in – a young girl wearing all black and big headphones – and they both gave her a polite smile. The girl ignored them and headed straight to the alternative section.
“You know,” Debra said, “I could make you more buttons if I knew a bit more about you.”
Wayne didn’t answer.
“Like, all I really know is that you smoke, you’re from out of town and you like Iron Maiden,” she went on. “There’s got to be more to you than that.”
“There isn’t,” Wayne replied tersely.
“Really?” Debra sighed. “Come on. What about … where did you go to high school? Do you play guitar? You look like you play guitar. Or maybe drums? What about a girlfriend? Are you single? Are you gay?”
“I’m not gay,” Wayne muttered.
“Okay, that’s something,” Debra replied. She bent over her designs, scribbled something, then punched it into a button and handed it over.
Wayne took it and read it. “‘Not gay’,” he read. “Yeah, I’m not wearing that.” He tossed it into the basket.
Debra shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
They fell quiet for a moment. Wayne was looking over to where Mark was trying unsuccessfully to get the girl in the headphones to talk to him. “Why do you want to know so bad anyway?” he asked.
“Because you’re a mystery,” Debra replied. “And I don’t like mysteries.” She hesitated, then added, “And thinking about someone else’s life means I don’t have to think about my own.”
Wayne looked at her. “Oh yeah? What’s the problem with your life?”
Debra shook her head. “Forget it.”
Wayne smirked. “See? Not fun having someone ask about your personal shit, is it?”
Debra stayed silent, eyes on her buttons.
“I’m gonna go have a smoke,” Wayne said. “And when I get back, it would be really cool if you could maybe respect my privacy a little.”
He stepped down from the counter and started walking toward the back of the store. The front doors opened and Gina and Berko came in, arm in arm, chatting together. They waved at Debra, then at Mark, who came over to talk to them, following them as they made their way to the staff room. The double doors at the back opened and Joe stepped out, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand. “Deb!” he yelled. “I need you!”
Debra punched the lock button on both of the tills and jumped down from the counter, quietly seething. Wayne’s comment had made her feel shitty, and she had enough in her life that made her feel shitty. But what really pissed her off was that he was right. She’d been prying and it wasn’t any of her business, but damn it, what was so bad about wanting to get to know someone? She called out: “Hey, Wayne!” He didn’t look round. On an impulse, she yelled, “Yo! Eddie!”
Then several things happened at once. To Debra, it all seemed to happen in slow motion, but she was too far away to stop any of it. Wayne was passing Joe in the doorway. At Debra’s shout, he spun round so fast that Joe, startled, took a quick step away from him. His sidestep sent him bumping into Mark, who was walking backwards ahead of Gina and Berko while he talked to them. They both stumbled; Mark lost his balance and landed on his ass on the floor, while Joe rebounded, catching his foot on the steps up to the doors and tripping forward. The hot cup of coffee spilled out, all over Wayne as he twisted to catch Joe.
Wayne yelled in pain and surprise. Without thinking he reached back over his shoulders and yanked his shirt off over his head, taking the undershirt with it, and swiped at his bare chest and arm where the worst of the spill had hit him. Gina and Berko, who had been clamouring to help Joe and Mark up, fell silent. One by one, everyone - even the girl in the headphones - turned to stare at Wayne.
Parts of his chest, abdomen and right arm were a little red and patchy from where the hot liquid had soaked through before he could pull his shirts off. But that wasn’t what had drawn everyone’s gaze. Nor was it the tattoos: the spider and what looked like a zombie head above his heart, the dragon, the monster on strings, and the bats on his arms. It was the numerous ugly scars all over his torso. On both sides of his stomach, stretching up to just beneath (and on one side, over) his nipples, were big, red, angry-looking wounds. The skin appeared to have been stripped away in pieces, the flesh beneath knotted and gnarled as if chunks had been torn out, and around these large wounds smaller puncture marks dotted his flesh. Smaller, similar wounds dotted his arms.
“Holy shit,” Berko muttered.
Wayne looked round at them all and swallowed. The silence was so complete that the click in his throat was clearly audible. He clutched his balled-up shirt in front of his chest. “I, uh, I’m gonna go clean up,” he said in a shaky voice. As he turned to the staff room doors, they all saw that the wounds on his stomach spread around his sides to the small of his back. Then he pushed through the doors and was gone.
Joe looked at his now empty coffee cup as if he thought it had inflicted the wounds. “Jesus,” he muttered. Then he looked up at his employees, all now staring at him, and pulled himself together. “Alright, show’s over!” he barked. “Mark, Gina, take over on the tills. Berko, grab a mop and clean this shit up. Debra -”
“I’ll find him a shirt,” Debra said quickly.
Joe paused, then nodded. “Fine. Come find me in the office when you’re done. I need a new cup of coffee.” He bashed through the doors, muttering and shaking his head.
Debra sprinted up the stairs to the merchandise section and grabbed a t shirt off the rail, then hurried back down and into the staff room. The bathroom door was closed and she could hear water running inside. Gently, she knocked on the door with one knuckle.
After a pause, Wayne’s voice called, “Yeah?”
“I brought you a new shirt,” Debra replied.
There was another pause, then the lock clicked. Debra opened the bathroom door and saw Wayne standing in front of the basin, pressing paper towels soaked in water to the red patches on his skin. He was looking in the mirror with an expression that Debra recognised from her own mirror most days. It was the face you made when hated what you saw.
She stepped inside and closed the door behind her. “Need a hand?” she asked.
Wayne gave her an odd look. “You want to help me wipe off?”
“True story,” Debra said. “I once helped a girl come down from a speed freak-out over that very basin. As it happens, that was the same day I had my own breakdown and shaved off all my hair. Again, over that very basin. So it’s hardly the weirdest thing I’ll have done in this bathroom.” When he gave a soft snort of laughter, she added, “I like helping people when I can. And if there’s one thing I know about, it’s scars. Mental and physical.”
Wayne hesitated, then handed her the paper towels. She dipped them in the cold water in the basin, then turned to press them against the red blotches on his chest. He hissed in a breath as the cold water dribbled down his skin.
“Does it hurt?” she asked.
“Tingles,” he replied.
“Yeah, you really ought to be under a cold shower,” Debra replied. “Too bad all we have is this dumb little basin.”
Wayne shrugged. “What’s the worst that’ll happen?” he said. “That it’ll leave a mark?”
Debra chuckled. “You do have quite a collection,” she replied. “Can I ask what happened?”
Wayne didn’t reply.
“Looks like maybe an animal attack?”
He grunted and nodded.
Debra sighed and changed tactic. “So … Eddie, huh?”
He narrowed his eyes and stared at her. “How did you know?”
“Know what?”
“My name.”
“I didn’t,” Debra replied. “You just told me.”
He gaped at her for a second, then snorted again. “Clever,” he remarked. “But come on, how did you know?”
“Well, you take forever to answer to ‘Wayne’, and the first time you heard anyone say ‘Eddie’ you nearly crapped your pants, so …” Debra shrugged. “Look, I’m not gonna tell anyone if you don’t want me to. You’ve obviously got some stuff in your past you feel you need to keep a secret. I just … If you want to talk to someone, you can trust me. Okay?”
Wayne – Eddie – stared at her for a long moment. Then all at once he seemed to deflate in front of her. He let out a long sigh and took a step back, slumping down to sit on a box of shopping bags that had been thrown into the bathroom for storage. Debra threw the soaked towels in the bin, grabbed another handful, soaked them and knelt down next to him, moving her attention to the scalds on his arm.
“I can’t tell you,” he said miserably. “I can’t tell anyone. Even if I wasn’t in some serious fucking trouble, I still couldn’t tell you because … you wouldn’t believe me.”
“Try me,” she replied. “Eddie, everyone here has issues. Seriously, I think that’s why Joe hires us. It’s like he’s trying to rescue us. Maybe he is – I know Lucas thinks of him like the father he never had. Berko was a full-on junkie when he came here. Now he just smokes too much. Gina’s self-esteem has skyrocketed – though she’d deny it if you asked her. Eddie – the other Eddie - was homeless til Joe gave him a job so he could start paying rent. Warren held the store up with a gun and that was before Joe hired him!” She took a deep breath. “And then there’s me.”
Eddie looked at her. “You?”
She lifted her wrist to show him the small, white scars that streaked across the skin there. “Failed suicide attempts. Self harm. Self-loathing and depression. Absent mom, a father I wished was absent, a string of failed relationships, substance abuse … Shit, I shaved my head in the bathroom at work. I am the poster child for dysfunctional teenage trauma. I mean, look at me.”
Eddie gave her a weak smile. “I think you look kinda cool,” he replied. “Badass.”
Debra smiled back. “Thanks,” she said. “But the secret is, I make myself look badass because I feel like a useless, weak piece of shit.”
Eddie was silent for a while. Debra tended to his burns, watching as the redness started to fade. She threw the soggy towels away and folded a dry one, patting his skin gently dry.
“I didn’t have a mom either,” Eddie said. “She left when I was little. My dad is a good for nothing scumbag, and when he finally got busted and sent to jail I ended up with my uncle. And … and then something happened and I had to leave town.”
Debra said nothing, just waited. Before long he continued.
“They think I killed someone. Three someones, actually. I didn’t … but they think I did. So I had to run. And … and then there was a … an earthquake, and they think I’m dead. So I can’t go back. Ever.”
Stunned, Debra stayed silent. She didn’t know what to say. As problems went, that was pretty huge. Eventually she asked, “Who do they think you killed?”
“A girl. Chrissy.” His voice took on a softness as he said the name that made Debra’s heart ache for him. “And a couple of other kids from school.”
“School?” Debra frowned. Eddie looked to be in his late twenties – a little older than her and the others. “How long ago was this?”
Eddie hesitated. “Ten years or so,” he replied.
“Did you get the scars in the earthquake?”
He shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.”
Debra was certainly not a doctor, but she felt reasonably certain that the scars she was looking at were a lot fresher than ten years. Even without that, she could tell he wasn’t telling her everything. But he was telling her something, which was a start.
“Where did all this happen?” she asked.
He glanced at her. “Indiana,” he replied.
“Hm.” She nodded and pursed her lips. “Well, Indiana’s not that far away from Delaware, but if it’s been ten years and they all think you’re dead over there, I would think you can afford to relax just a little bit.” She got to her feet. “Like maybe use your real name, because you suck at pretending your name is Wayne.” She screwed up her nose. “And why did you choose ‘Wayne’, anyway?”
“It was my uncle’s name,” Eddie replied softly.
Debra froze. “Shit. Man, I’m sorry.” She felt like someone had punched her in the gut. She didn’t want to imagine how Eddie felt.
“It’s okay. He’s not dead – at least, I don’t think so – but I miss him. That’s all.” Eddie looked at the shirt. “I’m getting pretty cold. Can I have that?”
Debra picked up the shirt from where she’d dropped it and tossed it over to him. He caught it and held it up to look at the design. “‘Korn’?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah, they’re some new metal band Mark’s obsessed with,” Debra replied. “They’re okay.”
Eddie looked over the shirt and nodded in approval. “Alright,” he said, and pulled the shirt on. He tugged the sleeves down, trying to cover the scars on his biceps. “I guess everybody got a good look, huh?”
Debra nodded. “‘Fraid so.”
“What do I tell them?” he asked. He sounded very small and lost.
Reaching out, Debra took his hand and squeezed it .”Maybe start with your name,” she said. “Then just see what happens.”
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A Sister's Love
Pairing: Platonic Damian Wayne x Al Ghul!Reader
Warnings: Injuries and blood. Drugging, Trafficking and sexual assult but these are not the main themes.
Word Count: 4.9K
Summary: You realize you have a lot to learn about yourself outside of your little brother, Damian's, shadow.
A/N: Was originally gonna make this a Dick Grayson x Reader but realized it would be weird cuz of mixed families and stuff. And I don't wanna be pushing the boundaries of incest.
Growing up in the League of Assassins meant a lot of things for you. It meant that you were raised to be powerful and commanding. It meant you knew how to kill a man in 47 different ways and counting. It meant that you were raised to rightfully think that you were the best.
Although for every good thing there was always cons. Your schedule was rigid and your peers were unfeeling. Your mother most of all, but that didn't stop you from trying to win her affection. It was the reason why when your little brother was born you felt threatened.
That was until you met little Damian. Your mother had handed him to you with a smile of pride that she never showed you and you hated him. But then you saw his precious little face, a nose tinier than a button and adorable lips that were curled into a pout. He was so beautiful.
Since then, you put any differences you might have had with your mother behind you. According to Ra’s it would have been a mistake to show Damian such tenderness, to teach him about loyalty to your heart, instead of without it.
But Talia couldn't ignore the tug she felt in her heart seeing you and Damian together. You still worked hard, harder than she had ever seen before, now determined not to show that you were weak and have them take your brother from you. Damian followed your example, training to her approval, however taxing it was for him.
And more importantly, Damian loved you. You were the first woman he had ever loved and he was smart enough to know that would never be a mistake. You were his shelter in a storm, his fire in the cold. You were the best sibling that anyone could ever even dream of.
But then you had to part. At age 10, Damian went to live with his father, Bruce Wayne. You had never met the man when he was with your mother and you assumed you wouldn't need to, he wasn't your father.
Both you and Damian didn't want to leave each other. You'd miss your little brother and you'd miss the feeling in your chest whenever you'd look at him. Damian would miss home; he would miss your presence and he would miss the familiarity. But he couldn't stay.
That's something you learnt at the League. Damian couldn't stay, with you. He was meant for bigger things than you.
Another thing you learnt was that you didn't have to stay either. You wanted to see the world, see what everything else had in store for you. And your mother, bless her, gave you her blessing.
Of all the things the league taught you, there were things they missed out on. And a part of you was thankful for that. Because you enjoyed the feeling of wide-eyed wonderment when you stepped into a train station for the first time ever.
You had never tasted a chocolate muffin before, you realized as you stuffed your face at a local bakery. Coffee and chocolate muffins went well together. You liked sweet things better than spicy things, you noted when you didn't enjoy the tteokbokki you bought at a Korean food stall.
People were kind, not foolish. They smiled at you when you came in and genuinely asked you where you were headed. Like the woman you met on the tram who was heading to Washington DC. Even through the short ride, the two of you had bonded and she had left you with her phone number and a promise that if you were ever in DC, you would ring her up. Diana was trusting, too trusting. You could have assumed it was because she was stupid, but you wanted to believe it was because she was smarter than even you.
Some people were kind like her but of course, some were impolite and pig-headed. You of course didn't waste any time putting them in their place. Maybe that was why you shouldn't have any faith in humanity.
But isn't humanity just the thing you should be putting faith in?
It was fun at first, discovering new things, seeing how people really lived outside of books and things taught to you back at the League. You knew everything, you weren't naive enough to be oblivious but reading about something was miles apart from actually experiencing it.
After a while however, you got lonely, it was a huge world with people constantly moving and you've come to realize that unless you're with somebody, you can't really move from your place. Instead, you'd be stuck watching all of them. So, you sought after your brother.
It was easy enough to track Bruce Wayne, he lived in a house large enough to be seen from outer space. Getting to Gotham took longer than you expected. Time passed so easily when you didn't have a purpose but now that you had somewhere you needed to be, the train couldn't go any slower.
Gotham City was less gloomy than people made it out to be. The sun was shining and the city was bustling. In some ways, it seemed a little homey. Maybe that was because you didn't have to worry about someone hurting you. If anything, they should pray that they don't choose you as their next victim.
Of course, you could've gone to Wayne Manor and introduced yourself civilly but you wanted to see Damian more than anything and didn't want to delay it any longer. And more than that, you wanted to see Damian is his cute little school uniform.
That's what led you to wait outside of the well-reputed Gotham University, waiting patiently for the bell to ring and students to file out of it. You already knew that they wouldn't come out singing like in the movies but a very small fraction of you still hoped.
Your heartrate increased with every passing minute, excited to meet your brother after nearly a year of being apart. Eventually, the bell did ring and students began trickling out of the doors, looking like bumble bees, excitedly zipping around and talking to their friends.
'Would this have been my life if I was never born in the League?' You wondered, looking at a girl who was animatedly chatting with her friend, arms interlocked as they moved towards the parking lot where their parents were waiting.
When you finally saw Damian, you suddenly felt out of place. Like an outsider watching someone else's brother when you saw his eyes lock onto someone in the commons. Even though you weren't on the school campus, you could still recognize who it was.
Richard Grayson, oldest son of Bruce Wayne, waiting to pick up your little brother on a motor cycle.
And for the first time in your life, you experienced insecurity, watching them greet each other like brothers. The feeling was sour and you wondered if it was a mistake coming here, thinking that you still had a place here.
It was true, people didn't move from their place unless they had someone to go with. You hadn't felt fulfilled like that since your brother stopped being at your side. He was everything you knew. It was just your mistake for thinking that in the year apart your brother wouldn't have found anyone either.
***
"Drake, pull up the security cameras from today at my school parking lot." Damian ordered, stepping into the Batcave.
"No 'Hello', no 'How you doing?', it's always 'Tim, do this' 'Drake, do that'," Tim commented sarcastically but still pulled up whatever he needed, "And then as soon as I give you what I want, you're going to forget me again. And not even visit the kids."
Dick spared him a laugh at his dramatic scene, ruffling his hair as greeting and then turned his attention to the screen. The footage was played at double the speed until Damian's eyes locked onto just what he wanted to find.
It was just for a second, when Dick's motorcycle had zoomed past but that was all he needed. Damian had seen your face and it wasn't any mistake, he'd know you even if he was blind. Even though he was so sure it had been you, he still couldn't hide the way his body froze, eyes wide when he saw your face.
It was the same face he'd see every night before he went to bed and the very first person he wanted to see every time he woke up. Your image was what came into his mind when he thought of being nurtured, when he thought of being safe.
There was a time when he was younger, too young, there was a thunder storm. He doesn't remember much from the night, just hiding his face against your chest and you wrapping a blanket around him. His mother trained him even harder the next day, until he almost dropped but he'd never forget curling up to your warmth. Not even now, when he knew that thunder storms were the least of his fears.
It was as simple as that. With his father and brothers, he didn't have to worry about looking weak, he didn't think of love as a weakness, rather he considered it as the fuel behind strength. Yes, his father taught him well. And now he would show you just how much he's grown. So, you can be proud of him.
"We need to find her."
"Why? Who is she?"
"My sister."
***
Of all the things you wanted to experience, visiting a bar was one of them. Was the air really enough to intoxicate you? Were you really going to lose all sense when you stepped into it? Would be able to drink your troubles away?
You were sorely disappointed. The alcohol didn't taste good, it burned when you swallowed it and made your tongue feel fuzzy. The music was so loud that your brain began throbbing against your skull to the beat of the song.
Men were picking fights and women were having fun but even then, you couldn't find it in yourself to get up and actually have fun. I mean, how were you supposed to? How was cosying up against a drunk man supposed to make you feel better? How was getting lost in throngs of sweaty people who didn't know what personal space was meant to improve your mood?
If anything, it just reminded you of just how pathetic your life was.
You were realizing you had no purpose. Damian was all you had known for years now, knowing only to protect him with your life and love him with your heart. Who were you without him? What did you like? What made you happy outside from your duty at the league?
A man knocking into you brought you out of your thoughts, which had been happening all night. Except this man stopped in front of you and gave you a smile that turned your stomach upside down.
"Sorry about that pretty lady, let me buy you a drink to make up for it." He spoke with a voice that was trying to be smooth but instead sounded like metal scraping over each other.
"No, thank you." You said sharply, not yet done with your Manhattan anyway. You were barely enjoying your time here as it was and you were sure another drink wouldn't change your mind.
"Not a fan?"
You shook your head at him, choosing to humour the man.
"Then let me buy you another one, if you don't like it then you have nothing to lose."
You pretended to giggle at him and he swelled with pride. Did he think he was winning?
"One Boulevardier." He told the bartender who nodded and began preparing the drink. Until it was ready, you indulged the man in front of you who reeked of cigarettes and alcohol.
He placed the drink in front of you and if you hadn't known that it would burn going down and turn you into a shell of yourself, you might have been curious to what it tasted like.
"You see that dude over there?" He nodded to a man standing in the other corner of the bar and you turned to look at him. Another man, covered in tattoos who didn't look any different than the one standing behind you.
"He's my pal, owns the bar. Ask him and he'll hook you up with free drinks tonight. For a price, of course."
You turned back around to face the man and out of the corner of your eye saw something dissolve into your drink. It was only for a second but you saw the last remaining grains turn invisible and you definitely noticed the way the once steady drink was now swirling into a vortex in the middle.
"Drink up, princess."
You smirked. Tonight, might be fun after all.
***
This was boring.
You had been pretending to be unconscious for about 40 minutes while these men drove you to some undisclosed location. Their conversations were unbelievably dry and it's not like you had anyone else to talk to. Everyone else who might have been even mildly interesting were knocked unconscious.
Eventually they pulled up to some sort of holding facility and if your assumptions were correct then this would be a midpoint before they sold all the girls here to some sort of pimp.
Once they lugged you off the truck and threw you into a room with so many other people, you could hear their breathing did you open your eyes. It seemed like this was some sort of abandoned butcher or meat factory, judging by the ominous hooks hanging above your head and the metal walls. The door had been bolted shut, the only way to look through it was a small glass window.
Only after you finished taking in your surroundings did you even look at the other women who had been trapped in the room along with you. Your stomach turned.
There were so many unsuspecting faces who looked like they didn't sign up for this. Half of them looked under the influence of something, sweating profusely even in their sleep, faces scrunched up in pain. The other looked like they were forcibly taken, bruises covering their skin, hair and clothes in disarray and more than half of them had either a black eye or a swollen lip.
Maybe it was their fault for not being trained, that's what someone at the league would've said. But isn't it their captors’ fault for misusing their training, their strength, for something as vile as this?
You decided to wait, you couldn't assume that this small group of girls was the only one in the confines of the building. How many more were here?
You weren't feeling overwhelmed, not at all, not with the weapons that were littering you. A kunai hidden is either of your boots, throwing stars in your pockets hidden underneath your vest and a war fan in your pocket. You could handle these clowns without even looking up.
But it wasn't your life you were concerned about. It was the lives of these underaged, vulnerable girls who had fallen prey to these monsters.
While you were waiting a couple of the girls started to wake up. Some were still heavily drugged, still groggy when their eyes fluttered open and unable to focus onto anything. Others shot up straight as an arrow and began crying, screaming, begging for them to let them out.
They were ignored, by both their captors and you. Why try and reassure then when you weren't sure what was going to happen. More importantly, why throw off the monsters lurking outside the door that there was one woman who hadn't been phased.
Instead, you just stared blankly, trying to get comfortable and hear anything through the walls. Eventually, you heard the sound of footsteps coming towards the room. You covered the lower half of your face with a scarf, making sure that anyone who left here alive today, wouldn't be able to remember your face. Whether it be as a saviour or their punisher.
The girls whimpered and curled into one another, crying quietly and you felt sympathy. There was no way they'd be able to move forward from this without having fear stab at their heart with every step they took. You could only hope they had something in their life that would make them feel safe.
For tonight, you'd be that for them.
A few men opened the door with a cruel smile, stepping inside for a second before bolting it shut. They flaunted guns and other weapons to the girls, finding pleasure where there should be compassion and worry. You were disgusted watching their smirks twist maniacally when the girls cried harder seeing them brandish their weapons.
One of the men stepped forward and grabbed the girl closest to him who begged and cried to spare her. His disgusting hand might as well be made of acid because you almost felt the sick burn when it snaked between her legs and copped a feel while she sobbed and screamed, trying to fight him off.
You grabbed one of your weapons and returned their sick grins with one of your own.
It was going to be hard to cop a feel when he can't feel anything.
You were going to break each and every bone in his hand to ensure that.
***
"Can I borrow your phone please?" You asked the bloody and broken man by your feet. He glared at you and spat blood on your boots, unable to do anything else. You sighed and faked a pout.
"Is it here?" You wondered, holding the dirtied boot over his ribs and his eyes widened, catching drift of what you were about to do. You rammed your foot into his broken ribs, courtesy of yourself, and he screamed bloody murder. Music to your ears.
"Apparently not. Want me to check your pants?" You asked, raising a brow and he frantically shook his head, using whatever strength left to pull out his phone from his pocket and you smiled, thanking him quietly.
"Now, let's hope that one blow is enough to put you out of my misery." You sang, punching him right in the face and he passed out. Lightweight.
You took a look around the place, seeing bodies littered over the place like confetti. Blood was scattered on the ground and you're sure if people looked hard enough, they'd find someone's teeth. You on the other hand looked fine.
You sat on the floor, crossing your legs comfortably, tired after the fight and dialled a number onto the phone.
"Hello, police?"
"Yes, how can we help you?"
"Well, there's a sex trafficking scam going on at my location. Quite shoddy but they have a number of women trapped here and it would be nice if you could send backup to have them escorted home safely."
"A sex trafficking scam?"
"Well, it could be just a regular trafficking scam but I'm not too sure."
"All right, I'll have someone check it out."
"Good, and I realize you might get a lot of calls like this but please don't talk to me like I'm an idiot. Tell your people to send a couple of ambulances as well, you'll need them."
"Of course."
You could only hope the person on the other end of the line would eat their words when it was on the front of the newspaper. For now, your work was done.
In the meantime, how were you going to get anywhere from here? Where even were you? Was there anyone even conscious here who could give you directions? Or would you have to call the police again to find out where to go?
Not that you'd wait long enough for them actually arrive here. You'd return to the bar way before that for another drink. Maybe now you'd actually be able to enjoy one.
Just as you were about to leave, you heard a creak coming from the other end of the warehouse. It echoed through the halls and you leapt to your feet, soundless moving to hide in the shadows and pulling out a kunai.
The footsteps that followed it were light and airy, barely even touching the ground. They were trained, whoever they were. You kept your ears open in order to hear something.
"Whoever was here was trained." You heard someone comment.
"Are you really that stupid, Nightwing? It's obvious that my sister was the one who took out this ring and reported it." Came the snappy reply back and your breath caught in your chest. Make no mistake, that was your brother's voice.
"We must find her."
He was actually looking for you? He knows you're here? You're not entirely surprised, you haven't exactly been careful or stealthy when it came to concealing your face around Gotham. A mistake on your part but you couldn't have been more relieved.
You still remained quiet, not wanting to disturb the flow, not wanting to interrupt. You had the mind of a soldier but when there was no one to follow you seemed more like a sheep. It made you feel slight shame, that you were unable to stick up for yourself despite being so many things.
Maybe, the league wasn't the best thing for you.
Immediately you scraped the thought from your mind, berating yourself for even thinking that. The league had given you everything, everything you were today was because of them. You were strong and calculating, the leagues proud soldier.
You were proud of your roots, thankful that you grew up to be the person you were. They had given you everything, and your brother was just one of the gifts that you had been blessed with in your life.
"Damian." You spoke softly, stepping out of the shadows. His head snapped towards you, eyes widening when he took in your form. It really was you. His sister.
Damian wasted no time in bounding towards you and you knelt down to meet his eye level, catching him with open arms. A part of your heart sang when you realized he was still small enough to fit in your arms. He still held you close. He still loved you.
"I've missed you, Ya Amar." You spoke softly, cradling his head that was buried in the junction of your neck.
"I as well, Okhti."
***
Damian was ecstatic that you were in Gotham. Of course, it didn't look like it to anyone but everyone who knew him well could tell that he was happy that his sister was home with him. He didn't wait for even two seconds when you got to the Batcave (much to Bruce's surprise) to show you all his pets.
The next few days would be considered the best of his life.
Damian wanted to be as close to you as possible, sitting near you during meals, training with you, talking with you, even going as far to sneak into your temporary bedroom at night for cuddles. He certainly got more comfortable showing affection since the last time you were around.
He showed you his hobbies like painting and sketching and you were impressed. He had the skills to be doing something like this? Damian had picked up many new talents and many new stories since you last saw him and he was eager to share them all with you.
The next few days would be considered the worst of your life.
You had found Damian now, so why didn't you still feel fulfilled? Why did you feel like something was missing? Like this wasn't meant for you? Why weren't you satisfied?
Why did you feel envious that Damian got to experience so many things? Why did you feel resentment against him when you realized you never got the same things he has?
Your life felt like it amounted to nothing.
You loved your brother but so far you had just been living for him. And now that you realized there were parts of the world that you wanted to see. There were thoughts in your mind that were of your own and desires that you didn't have to explain to anyone. As long as it made sense to yourself.
And you realize one thing with an aching heart.
You couldn't stay here in Gotham.
"Does Damian know?" Bruce asked you one day when you had asked him a favour. Bruce so far had been a little cold and unfeeling ever since you had met him in the Batcave uninvited. His feelings towards you got more negative when you gave an offhanded comment about how you thought he was taller. But he was the only one you could ask for a favour. He was the father to your beloved brother and you could only hope he would offer you the same consideration.
You had asked him for a flight to Washington, to see if Diana really meant what she said. To take a leap of faith for the first time in your life.
You shook your head no, "Not yet. I'm hoping he will take the news well. It's not like I'm leaving forever. I just—I need to—" You trailed off, unable to find the right words.
Bruce nodded, "I understand. Just tell him before you go. I don't think I've ever seen him this happy before."
"It makes me feel worse." You admitted, feeling a little guilty. How could you not feel happy at your brother’s happiness?
"You need some time to figure out that your world is yours. No one else should determine how you feel about yourself."
"You are very wise," You said softly, "Thank you."
***
"I love you dearly, Damian." You tried to coerce him from his room where he had locked himself in only 5 minutes ago. No doubt he was sulking since he found out that you would be leaving for DC in two days’ time.
"If you did, you wouldn't be leaving!" His voice was muffled, as if his face was buried in his pillow or even Titus. You had been trying to coax him into open the door for 20 minutes now and had multiple offers from Grayson, which you turned down.
"Oh, for the love of—Damian Wayne, you open this door right now!" It was silent for a moment before you heard the lock click open and took that as the indication from him to step into his room.
It was large and from the moment you stepped in, it was easy to tell the space was his. There were swords mounted on the wall, paintings on the wall adjacent to it. His desk was tidy and in the corner of his room, there were multiple easels and sketch pads.
Damian was sulking on his bed and you sighed, feeling guilty. You sat beside him and ran your fingers through his hair. Even though he was upset with you, he still sank into your touch, feeling comforted by mere contact.
"It's not forever, Damian. Wherever I'm going, I'm going to come back. I just need some time to myself." You tried to explain.
"But why!"
"The league taught me well, Damian. But it taught me to live like a soldier, but not as a person. There are so many things that I don't know about myself. What do I like? What do I want to do with my life? And I need to figure it out for myself."
"Why can't you do that here?"
You gave him a pained look and realization dawned on him, "Because of me."
"Damian, in the time we spent apart you learnt so many things about yourself. That you like animals, that you like art. There are so many blanks in my life and I need the distance to figure it out. I need to understand myself." You explained wistfully.
It was true, there were so many blanks in your life. You didn't even know what food you liked better, what hobbies you enjoyed. You wanted to experience new things, without the influence of Damian, without relying on him. And more importantly, you were scared you would put Damian above yourself time and time again.
It was all you knew. Damian was worth more than your life, worth more than your heart. But if that was true, you wanted to know at least what your heart was worth to you. If you didn't hold any value to yourself, it would be foolish to think you would to anyone else.
You needed the distance. You needed something new. You wanted to dive into uncharted waters and figure out the magic for yourself, without anyone to help you.
"It's not forever," You reminded gently, "I'm going to come back, I can promise you that."
Damian began leaning until his head was settled in your lap and you chuckled, gently scratching his scalp and he nestled into your belly. Hard to believe this was the same boy who left only a year ago. You wondered if you would change as much as he did or if you were stuck in your ways now.
"Okay," He said, voice muffled and you smiled, "I hope you find what you're looking for."
"Thank you for your blessing, Ya Amar. It means the world to me. I love you; you know that."
"I do." He said, now wrapping his arms around your waist, "I love you too."
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Warnings: +18, smut, fingering, hand job, sex in bathroom, language, jealousy, fighting, arguing.
Y/n and Sarah sat quietly on Kie's bed as they waited for Kiara to stop degrading the lavender dress she wore while standing in her large mirror. Mrs. Carrera coming through the door to make sure the girls were all dressed. "This is disgusting."
"I know it's just horrible."
"I'm asking you guys to just relax and go to a fun party."
"I look like a bourgeoisie pig."
"I think you look beautiful," y/n said while shrugging at Kie. She just gave a smile back to her, still hating the look no matter what compliments were given.
"Will you please not worry about socioeconomic injustice for one night?"
"Mom, people not three miles from her have no power, no running water, and we're going to Midsummers."
"That's so tone deaf."
"Y/n," the mother scolded at her niece. "Do you know how hard we had to work to get into the Island club?"
"Yeah, mom. How could I forget? You had to grovel for, like, ten years--"
"Twelve years, and we also had to cough up a huge chunk of dough-"
"To keep up with the Joneses-"
"No, so you had the same experiences that I had as a child."
"But weren't parents as teens out, like partying, getting drunk, making out in the backseats of their cars at drive in movies," the cousin listed while putting her things in its bag. "Getting pregnant."
"That doesn't sound fun," Sarah added.
"Do you girls even know what the Island club is?"
"A factory farm."
"For debutantes," Y/n raised her eyebrows.
"It's a nice place, with nice people where you can do fun stuff."
"With out-of-touch rich people, while the island sinks slowly into the ocean."
"Water filling the poor's destructive lungs while the wealthy ones get away on million dollar boats."
Sarah sat quietly laughing on the comfy blanketed mattress. Mr. Cerrera sighed, saying one last thing before walking out. "Okay, I want you to put on your party face, girls, if you want to live."
"Did your mom just threaten to kill us?"
"Maybe. I think so," she nods as she turned around to the duo, fixing the flower crown that sat on her cousin's head. "You nervous to see Rafe."
"Why did you have to bring that up?"
"I was curious. I know it's only been two days, but-"
"Hey, he broke up with me. So if he wants to talk, that's in his duty. Not mine. I did nothing wrong."
Sarah got off the bed, swinging on it's pole. "Except flirt with JJ, or so he says."
"I was not...flirting with JJ. He has a crush on Kiara. I'd never."
"But Rafe doesn't know that."
°°°°
*flashback*
"What if she doesn't like it?"
"She'll love it. She's hippie."
Y/n and JJ sat on John B's porch, smoking a blunt. The girl was trying to help him do something nice for Kiara so JJ could ask her out without feeling weird. He's liked her for the longest and he was finally ready to tell her how she feels.
"Alright, now practice what you're gonna say."
Just as Y/n finished saying the statement, her own boyfriend, Rafe Cameron showed up. Standing behind them listening in.
"Okay, uh, hey I have to tell you something...uh important," the blonde began speaking, using hand gestures because of his nerves. "I really really like you. Like not like friends like, but I have feelings, uhm, strong feelings for you. Because you're like super hot, andnyou're like a really cool chick. So I was wondering if maybe you'd wanna...go out with me."
"Yes, t-"
"What the hell!"
The manly unknown voice shocked them both, their figures jumping at the sound because they thought they were alone.
"Rafe, what're you doing here?"
Y/n asked confusedly as she stood from the steps. The Kook just scoffed and walked back out. Ignoring her question. She shared a glance with JJ before going to follow after him.
"Hey! Where you going? What's wrong?"
"A pogue!? Y/n, seriously?!"
"What're you talking about?"
"You're cheating on me with a pogue?" He shouted. Y/n scrunched her eyebrows, looking at the unnecessary upset individual.
"What do you mean cheating? I'm not cheating on you. We were just talking."
"Bullshit. That's bullshit! I heard it all."
"Rafe, it's not like that. Jj was just-"
"I should've known better. I should've known," he fumed. His right foot swung to kick the dirt near his truck that he was so very close to getting into.
"Known what?"
"I should've never trusted a pogue. I knew something like this was gonna happen. You were just gonna throw me away like Sarah did, Topper. Right? Huh?"
"You sound ridiculous. I was never throwing you away. I was helping him out."
"Yeah, while you're at it. Might as well help sleep with him too."
Y/n scoffed, taking a step back from the angered boy who's brain had just functioned what he said. Part of him regretted it very much. But the other part thought you deserved it because of his cheating accusation.
He opened his vehicle door. Stepping one foot inside. "We're done."
The girl just laughed with held tears reaching for the openess. She turned around to head back inside as Rafe just drove off.
°°°°
"Hey, no tearing up today. Go to this stupid thing and show him that his little cheating accusation act didn't hurt you at all. You're stronger than that."
"Thanks, Kie."
The girls finished up their last minute touches. That includes sweeping their dresses with roller for no hair, any makeup redos, or hair finishes. The ride to the country club was quiet. Well, y/n was quiet.
This would be her first time seeing Rafe since their break up a three days ago. They've been doing everything in their mighty to avoid each other. And it definitely worked. But like her friend told her, she wasn't gonna get worked up. Letting Rafe see her weak was like telling him he was right about everything. But he wasn't.
"Jesus, Kook land."
"I forgot how packed this thing is every year."
"Well, let's go. I gotta walk out with my family."
The Cameron family walked out with their heads high and the Kook crowd cheered for each one. Y/n kept her eyes gazed to Kiara since they were in the middle of a conversation. Not caring if that family came in or not. That excludes Sarah.
Rafe watched from his spot by his dad, as they exited to outside. Breath hitched when he saw Y/n and her dress. It was a dark toned red, had tulle, and a revealing chest opening.
A red flower crown on her head, complimenting her beautiful down hair. She looked amazing and hot to Rafe. He had to clear his throat before excusing himself.
"Hey," the red dresses girl heard from beside her as a hand landed on her lower back. She removed it before her eyes retracted to theirs. Kie just pursed her lips before leaving to hangout with Sarah. Y/n internally screaming that she left her there.
"What do you want?"
"Uh, you look nice."
"Okay. Thanks. You don't too. What do you want?"
"Nothing. Just saying hi."
"Bye."
"Wait, wait, wait. Why are you mad at me? Shouldn't I be the mad one here?"
"Why?"
"Because of what you did," he said with furrowed eyebrows. Y/n shrugged.
"I didn't do anything."
"Do- do you not remember what happened on the cut three days ago? The fight."
"You slut shaming me and accusing me of cheating with JJ. That? Yeah, I remember that."
"Accused? I heard you."
"Heard what exactly?"
"JJ, was telling you he liked you and thought you were a cool hippie chick, which you are not. You're not hippie. And then he asked you out and you said yes. As soon as I walked in."
Y/n stared at him blankly. Before bursting out laughing. A few guests behind them staring with a look that showed they weren't used to loud talkers or laugher. "Oh my god. You thought? Jesus that's absolutely hilarious."
"What is?"
"That you think- you think that JJ was confessing feelings to me. Whew that's rich."
"I heard it, Y/n."
"He wasn't confessing anything to me you shit head. He was practicing for when he asked out Kiara."
Rafe was confused. Majorly. Inside and out. "But she-"
"He likes Kiara. And she's my cousin. You think I'd really hurt anyone like that? How low of me do you think? Have fun at this party."
Y/n walked off to go look for her disappeared friends. Not wanting to spend another second in a spot with someone who was so rude over something he knew nothing about. Just assumed. Never asked.
As she walked down the corridors of the porch that many people stood on drinking, a hand grabbed her shoulder, turning her around. Her eyes fixated on the blonde in a black tux and a bow tie.
"Holy shit, JJ. You scared me. What're you doing here?" She asked as she hugged him.
"Well, Sarah somehow convinced her dad to let me in tonight to hangout with Kie."
"Have you seen her?"
"I was just looking for her myself. C'mon. She's probably inside."
She grabbed his hand. Pulling him inside. They found Kie just minutes later with Pope. He was working the grill with his dad. Sarah was getting raided by Topper about their own stupid shit. Y/n decided to go get herself a drink and maybe find someone to dance with.
The straw rested on her lips as she stood against the porch railing. Gazing over all the people who say around laughing, probably bragging about their money, summer vacations, their older kids getting into a good college. Typical kook things.
Her eyes focused on a specific couple talking off to the side. Her eyes burning a whole in the back of Rafe's head as he tried to flirt up a storm with some Kook she didn't know whatsoever.
Her body was fuming. Was Rafe really gonna sit in front of her and flirt with a whole other girl that isn't her. Just a few days after their breakup. It's like he's trying to play victim. And she's had it.
"Hey, Sancho. Lassie."
The brunette Rafe was talking up a storm to laughed. "I'm sorry who are you?"
"Oh, you gonna introduce me to your side piece here?"
"Would you stop? We're just talking."
"Talking? Yeah, okay," Y/n laughed. The girl just looked at her dazed. "Hi, I'm his girlfriend. Y/n. And you, yeah you're excused."
Rafe was truly enjoying this scene. Internally rooting for Y/n. He wasn't gonna object to that fact that she called herself his girlfriend. Because now that he knew the truth, it changed his perspective.
"Who do you think you are?"
"I already told you. Wh- can you not hear correctly?"
"He said he was single so, why-"
"He lied. So, you can go away now- Rafe. Let's go. We need to talk."
"What're you his mother now?" The rando questioned. Y/n turned to her and gripped her face.
"If you wanna keep these teeth, then I suggest you stop talking. Go find somebody else's boyfriend to mack on."
She dragged Rafe by his hand into the upstairs private bathroom. Locking the door behind her. "What're you doing?"
"Just having a friendly conversation. There a problem?"
"You were flirting, Rafe. That was flirting," she paced. Hand against her for head.
"Like you're any better. You lied to me."
"I've never lied about anything."
"You said JJ liked Kiara."
"Yeah. He does."
"Then why is he holding your hand, hugging you, and leaving inside with you instead of the girl he supposedly likes," Rafe argued. Gripping onto the large counter.
"Rafe, I grabbed his hand and brought him inside to find Kiara. And I hugged him because I was happy for my friend. God, Rafe how many times do I have to tell you that I am not cheating on you."
"It's kind of hard to believe that shit when I keep seeing things with my own eyes."
"Then stop assuming and come ask me. Jesus, do you not trust me or something. Because I trust you. Anytime I hear that you're at a party doing lines with hot blonde's next to you, I brush it off because I know you'd never. Why can't you just do that for me."
Rafe stood from his seat. Pinching the bridge of nose. The guilty conscience grazed through his mind as he listened to her words. He had issues with trust and with others, but he knew it wasn't a reason to take it out on the only person who's loved him for him.
"I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry. You're right. I should trust you. Just like you trust me. I'll work on it. I promise."
"Don't promise me that. Just show me that you love me just as much."
The words clicked. He did love her. And he cared about her. More than anyone in this world. And he wanted to show her. In the most physical way possible.
"C'mere."
"Why?"
"Just c'mere," he repeated as he grabbed her by her waist, pulling her closer to him. She stumbled, but Rafe's grip kept her in place. He moved his face closer to hers, lips almost touching as they grazed against each other.
He used the hand placed on her waist to grip the fabric of her dress. Pulling it upwards. Her breath hitched as he hand snaked under the red tulle and right onto her now soaking core. His pointy finger swept across the waistband of her panties.
Y/n wasn't expecting this as the outcome from their miniature argument but she wasn't complaining. And neither was Rafe.
He pushed her underwear down as much as he could from their position, before going back to her walls and making circular motions. Rafe finally closer the space, kissing her lips practically roughly as he continued rubbing her.
He kept a firm hand on her waist to make sure she had a gripping support if he legs gave out, which they indeed will. The motions stopped as Y/n pulled her lips away from his. Rafe stared at her daring eyes, questioning if she wanted his to continue.
"Put them inside me," she whispered. The Cameron smirked before obliging to her demand. He stuck to fingers into her wet cunt. A soft moan escaped her lips as he did so. Pumping them in and out of her. Y/n rubbed her hand against the erection in his dress pants.
"You like that, yeah?"
She nodded as the locked her lips. Not being able to speak because knowing if she did, she let out a loud moan and even at this club would hear.
She unbuckled his pants, putting her handninside to grip his penis and pump it as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. The hand he held to her waist was now gripped on her neck, gently. Y/n clenched around his fingers. Feeling her high come close. "Dont stop."
Rafe began pumping faster just as Y/n did so. The teens were so horny that they were both already reaching their extent. Rafe's shaft twitched in her hand. "I'm cumming."
"Do it for me."
That's all it took for Y/n to finish. And Rafe too. His liquids filling her hands as they both let out moans due to their intense actions. In one swift motion, Rafe snaked a hand around Y/n's waist turning then so she was against the counter. Her pulled the straps of her dress of her shoulders, leaving kisses as he did so before connecting his lips to hers.
Her pulled his tuxedo jacket off him. Snapping the bowtie off as well. Y/n moaned at the tluchnof his hands on her breast. Massaging them in his hands over the fabric of her strapless bra.
Y/n unbuttoned the spots on his shirt before pulling it off his shoulders and onto the floor. Rafe stop his gripping motions and pulled down his pants and boxers. He sat her up on the counter. Her bare ass connecting to the coldness of the marble designed setting.
Rafe rubbed his tip against her fold once or twice before pushing himself into her. Not giving a warning, but Y/n loved the suddeness. Y/n let a moan into his next as he began thrusting his hips. The girl gripping her black painted nails into his back.
Rafe's eyes rolled to the back of his head. Enjoying the feelings of Y/n's cunt wrapped around him.
"You like that?"
"Yes, god yes."
Y/n sat up, wrapping her arms around his neck. Each moan and huff she exposed in his earn make his whole body shiver. Rafe let out a grunt before answering. She clenched her walls around his dick. The dirty blonde groaned slamming into her body. "Do it again."
She did so. Clenching around around the boy as he slammed into her again. This time, hitting the spot that made her whole body go insane. "Tell me I'm yours."
"You're mine."
A moan escaped her lips after he said what she had wanted. Her hand smacked down onto the edge of the sinks counter. Grilling onto it for dear life. "Tell me it again."
The feeling of her finishing was fastly approaching. As well as for Rafe. The moans she let out made his go over the edge as he fucked her hard. "Tell me, Rafe."
"You're fucking mine, ah-"
Each of them let out a loud moan as they finished. Covering each others mouths. There shouldn't be anyone upstairs but for precautions they covered either way.
Rafe's head fell forward onto her chest. Taking large breaths as y/n did too. "Shit, y/n."
The Cameron pulled out of her. Helping her get redressed and cleaned just after he did himself.
"You're still on the pill right?" He asked as he zipped his pants.
"Yeah. It's fine," she smiled up at his 6'4 figure. Rafe reached down to kiss her passionately.
"I love you, Y/n."
"I love you, too."
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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨 | 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐧𝐞𝐫
Warnings: mention of assassination, graphic smut, adult content, mentions of murder, pervy men in the workplace, falling for a villain, guns, mentions of pregnancy, unprotected sex, alcohol.
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Summary: Jackson just wants a normal life but thanks to his business, his chances were slim. but after meeting you, his chances it doesn't seem like such a long shot anymore.
A/N: Reading Jack's Villian wiki gave me the idea, and the personality section is what really set it in motion. He's more human than we thought, folks. I felt VERY inclined to write this. :)
Jack wasn't proud of his work. He never was. But he knew that once he got into the business, he could never get out. And as fate would have it, you met him on the job.
Your boss was a ruthless, lying, manipulative son of a bitch, and you just so happened to be his receptionist. You hated your job and the way your pig of a boss would always make it sickeningly obvious he was starring at your breasts when asking you to make a call. You hated him. Sometimes you would imagine ways to kill the bastard and get away with it too.
Apparently, someone else had the same idea, but actually took the initiative of hiring an assassin. That's where you came in.
It was a late Friday night, and after a long grueling day of putting up with your boss's demands, you were so happy to see the front door of your home. You couldn't wait to collapse on the couch with a glass of red wine and have a leisurely weekend.
You fiddled with your keys as you tried to find the right one. 'Why the hell did I have all those keys anyways?' you thought to yourself bitterly as you shuffled them around.
But the sound of a gun cocking from behind you made you freeze. Air caught in your throat as you tried to convince yourself you didn't just hear what you thought you heard.
"Don't let me stop you," a smooth masculine voice from behind you sneered, pressing what you presumed to be the barrel of the gun point-blank onto your back, "Unlock the door, step inside. Scream and you die."
You gave a small nod, your search for the right key more frantic now, and once you found it, your shaking hand fumbled with it before finally slipping it into the keyhole, your trembling hand opening the door, and you felt yourself get pushed inside.
The door slammed behind you, and that's when you whipped around, now face to face with your captor. The gun was still pointed at you, but the man who was holding it was what stopped you in your tracks.
If someone told you that morning that you were going to be held at gunpoint by one of the most attractive men you had ever seen in your life, you would have laughed in their face. But you weren't laughing now.
"What do you want?" you managed to squeak out, his piercing blue eyes bore into yours.
"Well, I have a job to do, to put it plainly, and you're one of the only people that can help me complete it," he began to explain, "And you don't have a choice."
"What are you wanting from me?"
"Your boss. I want you to call him and tell him that there's something going on and he needs to swing by the office. Once he obliges, my guys who are waiting outside the building as we speak will take it from there."
"You're going to kill him?" you gasped. Sure, you considered doing it yourself, but you never thought anyone would actually try to do it.
"You don't need to worry about that. What you need to worry about is the gun that's pointed at you right now," he concluded, reaching for your home phone, politely holding it out for you to take.
You paused, and he raised a brow. Out of instinct, you tried to bolt past him to the front door, but when you realized it wasn't going to work, it was too late. He grabbed you violently as you thrashed in his grasp before he collapsed the two of you on the couch. He held you in one position until he felt your breathing calm, your neck in a headlock as you faced away from him, panting like an angry dog.
"Stop getting cute," he hissed next to your ear, and even though you couldn't see his face, you knew his teeth were gritting.
He finally trusted you wouldn't pull anything else after he gave a harsh squeeze to your trapped throat, and he let you go, and you immediately scooted to the other side of the couch.
You felt his eyes on you, and with a sudden jerked movement, he held out what you thought was the gun, making you flinch. But with a double-take, you realized it was just the phone.
You reached out, taking it, his eyes never leaving yours. You felt as if you could see something in his gaze. Something longing. Something not quite there. Reluctance.
Shaken fingers press the numbers as you click 'dial', but before you could hold it up to your ear, your captor stopped you.
"Nuh-uh. Speaker."
You nodded, pressing the speaker button before the dial tone echoed through your home. After three times, the line was suddenly picked up.
"What the hell are you doing calling at this hour?" your boss's harsh voice hissed through the phone.
"Yeah, Mr. Snider, there seems to be something happening at the office. Someone from the administration is here and demanding to see you," you tried your best to sound convincing.
"What do they fucking want?" he scorned, his tone making you flinch.
"I wish I knew, sir. They won't tell me anything," you tried to force a smile in your voice.
"Fucking useless," he grunted, making you shift uncomfortably.
"Should I tell them you're on your way?" you proposed.
"Fuck. Fine. I'll be there in 15. And hey, don't get bitchy with me, yeah? Don't forget, you work for me."
"Yes sir," you muttered, loud enough for him to hear.
All the while Jack was watching your reactions. He saw how you flinched at strong tones and saddened at the insults.
The sound of the line going dead was what snapped him back to reality, your still shaking hand setting it down on the coffee table.
"Is that all you needed?" you finally spoke.
"I wish I could say yes," his words made your gaze shift to the floor in disappointment, "I need to stay here until the deed is done."
"How long will that be?"
"After I make this phone call to let the guys know the target is on his merry way, we'll wait until I get a call back. Then we can part ways and you'll never speak of it to anyone. Or else I will have no other choice but to come back and kill you."
You curled in on yourself, resting your chin on your knees as you didn't answer, the sounds of a number being dialed making you cringe.
The sudden movement of him standing up made you flinch, and for a second you thought you almost saw a look of sympathy flash through his eyes before he held the phone to his ear, waiting for the other line to pick up.
"Stu? Yeah. Yeah, she called. He's on his way. He'll be there in 10. Make it look believable, yeah? Clients aren't paying us for anything that looks tacky."
Jack continued his conversation on the phone as he made his way to your kitchen, still in clear view of you. A few moments later he came back, the phone now hung up, a glass of water in his hand.
"Drink," he commanded.
"I'm not thirsty,"
He suddenly set the phone down, taking one of your hands and wrapping it around the cup, "I don't want you passing out on me. Drink," he commanded again.
Now it felt as if you had no choice. You lifted the cups to your lips, gently sipping as he watched you like a hawk until all the water was down your throat.
"Good girl," he praised jokingly, setting the glass on the table.
He then sat down with you on the couch. There was a prolonged silence.
"What's your name?" you finally asked.
He turned to you and cocked a brow.
"Sorry... just trying to make conversation," with an assassin you added bitterly in your head.
He scoffed, the room going back to silence, the two of you waiting... listening.
"Jackson."
"What?" you questioned, looking at him.
"My name. It's Jackson."
"Oh," you replied, "Well, I'm (name)."
"I know," he smirked.
You mentally facepalmed. Of course he did. He was an or assassin for fuck's sake.
"Can I call you Jack?" you asked meekly.
"Seeing as you won't ever see me again, sure. I haven't been called Jack since I was a kid though."
You could tell he was trying to open up. Just a little. Besides, he was right. It wasn't like he was ever going to see you again.
"Why?"
"Rippner. It's my last name," he explained.
"Oh shit," you said in spite of it not being lady-like, "That was a dick move on your parent's part."
"Tell me about it."
The conversation unfolded. You spoke about names, childhood experiences, hell, even what your favorite ice cream flavor was. It was a careless conversation with the mentality of getting everything out there.
You almost forgot that your boss was being killed right as you spoke. You felt the man in front of you open up. He was okay with being vulnerable with you.
That was until the phone rang, Jack rushing to pick it up.
"Yeah?"
His facial expression was unreadable as you watched him. Finally, he hung up the phone, his face returning to the same cold and distant look it had the moment you two had met.
"Well, (name), this is where we part ways," he began, but before he could walk to the front entryway, you grabbed his hand.
He looked startled as he turned around, his eyes searching your face for an answer. Your move was bold. Risky. But you were willing to take it.
"Don't go." your mouth moved before you could stop it.
He narrowed his eyes, almost as if he didn't believe it was you talking. Yet his hand was still being held tightly in yours.
"Please don't go."
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1 Year Later
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You flipped in your sleep, half awake when you realized the spot next to you was bare, the indent of the once sleepless man in his place. You sighed as you flipped back over, looking at the clock.
2:15 am.
You pulled yourself away from your kingdom of soft pillows and blankets and slipped out of bed, your feet pressing against the hardwood of your home. You left the bedroom, crept down the hallway, and when you were finally met with the living area of your home, you were met with the form of your lover.
He was hunched over on the couch, hovering over a glass of red wine that rested in his hand. He seemed to be lost in thought, his blue eyes no longer piercing but distant.
The creak of the floorboards under you gave your position away, the man glancing up at you, spooked.
An instant look of regret graced his beautiful features, "Honey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
"Hush," you sighed, "It's warmer out here anyway," you concluded.
"Even without your mountain of blankets?" he smirked, thinking of how adorable you looked cuddled up under the mound of linen.
"The bed is always cold when you're not in it," you whined, stilling next to him as he continued to nurse his glass of red liquid.
"Sorry love," he sighed, setting down the glass before wrapping his arms around you, your head resting on his chest as you listened in on his heartbeat. It was soft and lulling as you felt your eyes begin to droop.
That was, until you felt his hard-on press up against your back. A smirk crossed your lips.
"Is this why you couldn't sleep?" you questioned, subtly rubbing up against his bulge as you heard his breath catch in his throat.
"As I said," he muttered, "Didn't want to wake you."
"You could have just said so," you sat up, giving him a passionate kiss, one hand going in his hair, the other going down to his crotch, where he let out a primal groan at the feeling of your touch.
"I'm gonna be honest, I'm not really in the mood for foreplay," he stated, his hand reaching your lace panties and ripping them off, pulling you on his lap so you straddled him.
He pulled his boxers down to his knees, his cock springing up. The tip was flushed and angry, pre-cum leaking from the tip, the ridges of his veins pumping.
You bit your lip as you hovered over his gorgeous cock before sinking down slowly, the both of you moaning as you become one. Not long after you began to bounce up and down on his cock.
Jack growled as he grabbed a hold of your hips, helping you as he lifted you on and off his cock, searching for solace in orgasm. His eyes locked with yours as you rode him, and in his eyes, you found nothing but love and admiration, every part of him screaming in appreciation for you.
To put it plainly, he loved the way you loved.
You felt yourself tighten, yet to your disdain, your lover found his release first, a loud groan escaping his lips as he poured himself into you, the warmth in your belly growing as you felt him let go.
By the time he was finished, he was completely blissed out, but you weren't done yet. You wanted to cum. You pulled him out of you, and he watched as his spend dripped out of your swollen mound.
Before he could ask if you were okay, you were already back on him, your thighs now straddling one of his.
"What are you doing?" he asked darkly, raising a brow.
"Shut up," you hissed, rubbing your clit on the meat of his thigh, not wanting to lose any fraction that was already built up.
He caught the hint, his hands finding your hips once again as he helped you drag your throbbing cunt against the skin of his leg. All the while, he whispered filthy things in your ear, knowing it would get you there faster.
"Look at you go. Bet you're not so tired now, eh? Humping my leg like a little bunny. Such a good girl, huh?" he coaxed in your ear, and you nodded desperately, immediately agreeing with whatever he was saying. You just wanted to cum.
Finally, you felt yourself come right up to the edge. Jack knew all your body language perfectly, smirking at you as he began to speak.
"Come on, cum for me, baby. Let me watch you cum,"
And you did. Oh, you did. Your ears rang as your eyes shut tight, feeling your body tense and shake as you let your orgasm sweep you away.
Jack helped you ride through it, his words of praise now seeping into your brain.
"Good girl, there you go," he crooned as you began to catch your breath.
You panted as you slumped against him, hearing his heartbeat once more, matching your breathing with his. You felt him press a small kiss to the crown of your head.
"Thank you," he whispered, and all you could do was nod.
Then he began to stand, "Now come on. Let's go take a shower."
"Can I bring the wine?" you asked intently.
"Fuck it," he laughed.
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3 Months Later
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"You're doing it again,"
Jack looked up at you at the sound of your voice. He was sitting there, his hands folded and his jaw clenched, his leg bouncing up and down in anxiety as he went back to staring at the developing pregnancy test on the table.
"What?" he finally said.
"You're overthinking. I can see it in your face."
He rolled his eyes, seeming harsher than he intended. But he was nervous. In complete honesty, you were the first thing Jack had that had any semblance of normal. and after the things he's done and after the things he'd seen, normal was everything he wanted. And that's what this baby meant.
He craved normal. Life as an assassin didn't really scream domestic. But with you, everything he had ever wanted was wherever you were.
"Whatever the test reads, we'll be okay," you ensured, walking behind him and wrapping your arms around the anxious man, doing your best to calm his rapturing nerves.
"Yeah," he agreed, taking a deep breath, "We'll be okay."
The timer suddenly went off, the both of you perking up, chomping at the bit to get to the test, your fingers clutching it as you looked at it.
You gasped.
Jack froze.
You bolted into his arms, test in hand, bawling like a baby.
"You're gonna be a dad, Jack! You're gonna be a dad!!" you squealed, your arms wrapped tightly around him as he held you tight.
He began to tear up, "Really?"
You pulled back and nodded, showing him the test that read positive. He took it in his hands as a means to do a double-take, looking at the two little blue lines.
Without a word, he embraced you again, holding you tighter. His voice was muffled against your shoulder. From him came a small:
"Thank you."
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Part One. George: the definition of “hello, have you met my friend?”
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*** Bugsy is Y/n’s username! I got too attached to change it to y/u/n so change it in your mind if you’d like :)
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Y/n sighed lightly as she set her phone on the desk in front of her. Her eyes traveled back to her monitor, where George was sharing his screen on Discord as he practiced speedruns. Y/n and Sapnap were on call with him to keep him company.
The cold air around her nipped at her skin, sending chills and bringing goosebumps. She pulled her hoodie closer to her body, tucking her feet on her chair to curl herself in a ball.
"This run sucks," George mumbled. "I thought it was going to be good."
"It would have if the village actually had anything useful," Sapnap commented. "There was a lava pool at spawn and everything."
"What do you think, Bugsy? Should I start over?"
She hummed, squinting at the screen. "Yeah, you should."
He left and started a new run.
"Karl's replies on Twitter are always so funny," Sapnap giggled after a few moments of silence. "He's so formal."
"I love that kid. That's my best friend right there, no cap," Y/n said with a smile. She and Karl had been friends for a few years now. They met through their parents being friends and shortly found out the other streamed and quickly bonded over that as their fanbases grew.
"Did you see Wilbur's response to your tweet?" Sapnap asked. "Man wrote you a letter."
"What did the tweets say?" George asked, half-listening as he focused on his run.
Sapnap read them and George laughed through his nose. "How could you ask for a Minecraft boyfriend while you're literally on a call with us while I'm playing Minecraft?"
"Just keeping my options open," Y/n laughed. "Don't worry, I'm wearing a GeorgeNotFound hoodie as we speak."
"I'd be worried, George. There are quite a few proposals in the responses."
"Shut up," Y/n muttered, a smile on her face that she was glad neither of them could see. "George, you remember my roommate is in love with you, right? Don't upset her by being jealous of boys coming after me."
"You're an idiot," George breathed out in a laugh. "No, she's not."
"She is. Very much."
"No, no, she isn't."
"George," Sapnap sighed dramatically. "Just accept that you can be loved."
"You're both idiots, okay?" George laughed awkwardly. "This seed is terrible," he groaned.
"Wait!" Sapnap yelled. "Village on the left!"
George quickly turned and ran towards the village to loot it. Y/n watched with Sapnap as George found iron and a few other valuable things.
"Oh! This might be okay."
"Bugsy?" Sapnap asked slowly, sounding confused.
"Sapnap?" she replied in the same tone.
"Have you not met Quackity?"
"No. What made you ask?"
"I just saw his response to your tweet."
"Why are you two on your phones? I'm speedrunning!"
"Because you still haven't made it to the nether on any of them," Sapnap bit. "How are you best friends with Karl and you haven't you met Quackity?"
"I dunno. I just haven't. There's a lot of people I have only spoken to through Twitter replies."
"Like who?" George asked.
"Why are we only talking about me?" Y/n asked in slight frustration. She wasn't fond of talking about herself because she wasn't used to it. "This is George's stream."
"Well, now I'm really curious so I wanna talk about this," George laughed. "Who haven't you met?"
"I dunno!" she said, flustered. "Quackity, Wilbur, Dream, Tubbo, Tomm-- wait, no I met Tommy. He yelled at me."
"Wait, wait, what?" Sapnap interrupted.
Y/n paused but neither of them said anything. "What?"
"You haven't met Dream?" George asked, sounding equally as confused.
No one said anything. "No? Why is that surprising. I mean, we've joked through tweets and stuff but I've never played with him or actually spoken to him."
"What about DMs and stuff?" George asked.
"Nope. Dream is just thirsty in my replies like Wilbur," she joked, feeling the anxiety of the awkward pauses seep through her skin and touch her bones. Why were they being so weird about it? "Why is that so shocking that a man with, like, 15 million subscribers has never spoken to me?"
Sapnap laughed. "I'm just genuinely surprised that he hasn't reached out to you before."
"Yeah, me too," George agreed. "He talks about you in a way I thought you guys were good friends. And you're friends with us so I just assumed you were friends with him too."
Y/n laughed, nervous at the mention of being talked about. "Well, he must be a pussy or something because I have yet to receive any acknowledgement from Dream Was Taken besides him occasionally replying to my tweets and Instagram pictures."
George laughed suddenly, making Y/n look at the monitor with George's screen quickly, which wasn't moving. "What happened? Did you find something?"
"No," George's screen began moving again and he started building a portal. "Dream just texted me because he's watching the stream."
"What did he say?" Sapnap asked.
"He said, 'can I join the call? I don't want Bugsy to think I'm a pussy'," George answered, lowering his voice to a mumble before adding, "And something else he'd probably kill me if I said out loud."
Sapnap and George laughed at Y/n's silence. She was only joking, not intending to challenge him to talk to her. Honestly, she was relieved he had never spoken to her because he intimidated her. Meeting people made her nervous and Dream was no different. If anything, he was worse because he was a big deal and he kinda flirted with her sometimes, which gave her butterflies in a way she didn't like.
"I'm adding him to call," George announced.
"Wait, you're not going to check if I'm okay with meeting him live in front of 80,000 people?" Y/n asked with a small, nervous laugh.
"No, because it's my stream. I can do what I want. I can't live another second knowing you two have never talked."
"I think Bugsy's scared!" Sapnap coeed.
"I think so too!"
"You wish," Y/n muttered.
A small sound emitted from Discord, notifying everyone that someone joined the voice chat.
"Hello Dreeaamm..." George dragged out as he navigated the nether. "I made it to the nether, Sapnap. Will you get off your phone now?"
"Yeah, I guess. Hi Dream!"
"Hello," Dream said casually. "Hello, Bugsy."
Y/n lowered in her chair more, pulling her hood up and closing it tight over her eyes. No one could see her but his voice made her feel seen.
Sapnap giggled and George laughed. Dream breathed out a laugh. Y/n responded with a small, "Hi."
"Bugsy, you're such a liar!" Sapnap called out. "You are so scared."
"Shut up, Sapnap!" she chuckled.
"Scared of what?" Dream asked innocently.
"Meeting you," George answered. Traitor.
"Forgive me," Y/n started, sitting up in her seat and pulling open her hood to watch George play, "for being nervous to meet Mr. Speedrun in front of a huge live audience." She decided to joke around to hopefully ease the nervousness under her skin. "I'm just worried he's going to flirt with me again and I'll have to embarrass him in front of everyone by rejecting him again."
They all laughed.
"I mean, you already said Karl was in the lead for being your Minecraft boyfriend, so I really have no shot," Dream said.
"As if I'm letting some girl named Bugsy steal my fiance!" Sapnap yelled.
"Ah!" The attention was ripped away from Y/n as George screamed. Y/n looked at the screen, watching as her friend was getting attacked by a hoard of zombie pigmen.
"Why did you hit one, George?" she teased.
"I didn't mean to! AHH!!" he screeched, making everyone laugh. "STOP ATTACKING ME!"
"George!" Dream laughed. "Just run, you won't be able to kill them all!"
"I'm trying!" George fell in lava and screamed again. His death appeared on the screen and Y/n could hear him slam his desk. "That run was so good until the zombie pig came out of nowhere."
He started a new run and it was quiet for a moment before Dream's soft voice spoke again. "Well, Bugsy. I hope you forgive me for taking so long to speak to you."
"I-I was just kidding about you being a pussy," she mumbled, making him laugh.
"No, it's true. I was."
"Come on, Dream, sliding in my DMs is easy," she joked. "You could have if you wanted to."
"Trust us," George laughed, "he wanted to."
"What?" Dream asked George loudly, making Sapnap laugh.
"Dream, you talk about her all the time. George and I were both led to believe you were already friends based on how you talk about her."
"How I talk about her? What does that mean?" Dream sounded defensive and it made Y/n smile.
"You're always like, 'Bugsy did this' and 'Bugsy tweeted that', and 'I have to do a face reveal before Bugsy does because she'll outshine me'," Sapnap teased.
"Okay, the last one? I never said that. You're lying about that."
"But the rest of it is true?" Y/n teased.
"Look, you play good and your tweets are funny! I didn't come on here to get bullied, oh my gosh."
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A/N: this is my first time attempting a social media fic so the theme of this series is gonna be ignore the number of likes/retweets and stuff just know that y/n is a much smaller streamer she only gets a lot of likes and stuff when it involves other mcyt ya know okay fun times
Please give feedback!! I hope you enjoy it!!! I don’t have a schedule right now but I might in the future if this series gets a lot of attention :) as of right now i’ll try to update at least once a week!
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The recruit- Yelena Belova x Reader (Part 7)
summary: people say you should never date colleagues but there are exceptions... right?
wc: 3,095
warning: blood, death description, guns, cursing, angst
a/n: i couldn’t wait much longer to post it!! flashback are in italics, lmk if you wanna be tagged! feedback is deeply appreciated, happy reading 🦋
part 1~ part 2~ part 3~ part 4~ part 5~ part 6~
One week later…
Yelena stood in the kitchen, sipping her coffee as she saw Y/n helping Melina out with the pigs. It has been a week since they arrived at St. Petersburg and it was unusually calm. The blonde bonded with her partner a lot more than she thought she would which brought joy into her heart.
“They seem to get along.” Alexei said out of nowhere causing Yelena to jump, almost spilling her coffee.
“You scared me.”
“Прости.(sorry.)” He muttered, staring out the window too.
Y/n’s leg was almost healed which meant no more bandages. She could run and jump again, giving her a chance to go back to her old self.
“Yelena was talking about you last night.” Melina said as she fed her pigs.
“She was? What did she say?”
“Just stuff about the mission… how she was worried when you got hurt.” Melina stood up and stared at the y/h/c, who was staring at the garden in question.
“She really cares about you. I know she doesn’t show it much but she cares… more than she thought she would.” and with that the ex widow walked back into the house, leaving Y/n alone.
“What did you tell her?” Yelena asked as she walked out of the kitchen to look at her mother.
“The truth.”
“What truth?”
“Your truth. You leave girl in dark, she doesn’t know what goes on inside your head.” Melina said, walking into the kitchen to wash her hands.
“She doesn’t need to know.”
“She has to know, Yelena! You love her, she love you back but you stay here looking at her and do nothing.” Alexei argued after slamming his fist on the kitchen counter.
Y/n could hear the shouting outside but couldn’t really understand what they were talking about. She began to walk around the yard, going past the pigs to go to the greenhouse Melina had in the back. The y/h/c traced her fingertips around the leaves and flower petals. She was so entranced, that she didn’t notice the group of people running towards the house with machine guns.
Melina’s tablet begins to beep repeatedly causing all of them to look at it in question. The ex widow ran to it and saw people in black suits, holding up guns as they surrounded the house outside the fence.
“They found you.” She looked up with worried eyes at the blonde who immediately looked outside.
“Y/n is still outside.” The blonde whispered and turned to grab a machine gun and walk outside, quickly pointing it up. She ignored Melina and Alexei’s calls once she stood outside. Yelena walked slowly around the yard, being very careful to where she turned.
A loud crash was heard from the greenhouse making the blonde quickly run towards it becoming worried for Y/n. When she arrived she was met with the y/h/c turning the man’s head hard enough to make a loud crack. Her breath was heavy as she lifted her knee from his back to stand up. She looked up to see worried green eyes staring at her and at the man.
“He crept up on me.” Y/n began and groaned when she bent down to grab the machine gun.
“I literally heard him from a mile away, dumbass doesn’t know how to be quiet.” She continued putting the strap over her shoulder as she stared at the dead guy on the floor.
“Huh… this is a nice gun..”
“Let’s go back to the house, we need to leave.” Yelena said, breaking her concentration. They ran back inside to a fully equipped Melina and Alexei, in case anything went wrong.
“We’re ready for fight.” The Red Guardian said, putting on his mask.
“No fighting.” Y/n said running to the bedroom to get her and Yelena’s things ready.
“We just have to leave. I won’t expose you more than I already have.” The blonde said looking at her parents as she followed the y/h/c.
“But we can help Yelena, we have weapons and things you can use.” Melina replies, following her towards the room to see Y/n wearing her black suit, similar to the widow’s. The blonde wore the same white suit she wore when she helped Natasha kill Dreykov. The y/h/c looked out the windows as saw the people getting closer.
“We need to leave, now.” She hurriedly grabbed her duffle bag and ran out of the room towards the living room where Alexei stood alone.
“Take these.” He said, giving her a pair of keys. She looked up in question and he chuckled.
“They’re keys to helicopter. Take it.”
“Are you su-”
“Completely, go.” Alexei reassured, tilting his head towards the back door. Y/n smiled and looked up at him.
“Thank you… really, thank you.” She said and grabbed her duffel bag, turning her head to the bedroom.
“Yelena! We need to go!”
“I’m coming!” The blonde shouted and began to walk towards the door when she was blocked by Melina.
“Melin-“
“You can’t go alone, we can help.”
“No.”
“Let us help you!” She shouted, making the blonde step back in surprise.
“No! I lost you both once, I won’t do it again!” Yelena shouted and pushed Melina away from the door, quickly making her way to the dining room to see Y/n halfway out the door.
“Thank you.” She whispered to Alexei and gave him a short hug before running outside following the y/h/c. They kept running farther away from the house and saw the helicopter. Both of them stopped and turned to each other.
“You know how to fly right?” Y/n asked out of breath.
“Yes.”
“Good cause that’s the only thing I can’t do.” The y/h/c threw the keys at the blonde and slid the door of the helicopter open. They both climbed onto it and strapped on quickly, preparing to take off.
The helicopter began to lift off the ground when bullets hit the metal continuously. The women duck their heads and look around them to see the people shooting at them. Y/n looked further to the side to see Neculai standing in the middle of the ocean of men and women with guns. He was looking directly at her with anger. Fire in his eyes as the only thing he wanted was to kill her.
“Fuck!” Yelena groaned as she pulled the lever that lifted the helicopter.
“Neculai is there.” Y/n whispered looking at the blonde causing her to turn to her as well.
“We need to get out of here.” She muttered, gaining the speed and power for the vehicle to go faster. A bullet suddenly went through the windshield making them cover their face immediately. Y/n looked and saw Valentina pointing at them with a gun.
“You need to help me!” Yelena shouted at her partner who was on the verge of a panic attack.
“What?! I can’t fly this shit!”
“I’ll show you but we need to do it together for it to go faster!”
“Yelena, I’ve never done this before! I can barely drive a car!”
“Just take the fucking lever next to you and pull it!” The blonde yelled angrily, not feeling in the mood for the y/h/c’s jokes. Y/n did as instructed causing the helicopter to move faster.
They were high up in the ground, high and far enough for the bullets to not get them. They stayed quiet for a while, thinking of what happened before they left. Both of their breathing went back to normal and they were beginning to be calm.
“Where are we going?” Y/n whispered and turned her head to the blonde who sighed.
“I was thinking Budapest… my apartment is still here, barely but it’s there.” She answered avoiding eye contact with the y/h/c as she focused on the view in front of her.
“How long is the ride there?”
“I don’t know but it’s long.” Yelena answered coldly, making Y/n frown.
“Okay then.” She replied looking at the other side. The y/h/c couldn’t handle the silence, especially coming from her partner.
“Are you- um.. a-are you mad?”
“No.”
“Then why are you being so cold right now?” Y/n questioned softly not wanting to start an argument.
“Cold? What? You want me to be all happy like nothing happened?!”
“I’m not say-“
“You know this is your exact problem! You can’t take anything seriously! Everything is a fucking joke to you! This is why I didn’t want a stupid partner!” Yelena shouted angrily, looking back and forth between Y/n and the windshield.
The y/h/c bit her lip to hold her cries as she unbuckled her seatbelt and took off the head set, moving to the back of the helicopter. She sat down and rested her head on the cold metal as she took deep breaths while tears ran down her cheeks. The blonde took deep breaths, getting over her anger as she remembered everything she said. Of course, she instantly regretted it. Y/n stayed quiet as Yelena called her over and over.
“What do you want?! Wanna scream at me some more?!” She shouted and sniffled, crossing her arms as she continued to take deep breaths.
“I’m sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean-“
“Oh no, you definitely meant it! You’ve been feeling this way for a while I can tell!” Yelena shook her head and looked down, perfectly knowing that wasn’t true. She had begun to have romantic feelings for the y/h/c. Of course, she didn’t know but the blonde couldn’t just tell her at the moment, she wanted to wait.
They didn’t speak to each other the whole way. The helicopter was silent and the tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife. Both of them thought about the argument, the screams, the situation. And every time one of them was about to talk, they’d stay quiet as another memory came to kind.
“We’re almost there!” Yelena shouted, waiting for her partner to answer.
“Y/n!”
“I heard you!” The y/h/c answered, rolling her eyes in annoyance.
“I’m going to need your help to land!”
“Oh now you want my help?! It’s rich coming from you!”
Yelena groaned and put the helicopter on autopilot. She took off her seatbelt and ripped her headset off before stomping towards Y/n. The blonde sat across from the angry y/h/c making her lift her head to meet the sad green eyes in front of her.
“I know what I said was wrong and I’m sorry for that.” Yelena muttered in her thick accent as Y/n looked between her finger and her face.
“I didn’t want to hurt feelings… or for you and me to fight so… I’m sorry.”
“You hurt my feelings, Yelena.”
“I know-“
“Even after I told you about everything that has happened to me. Everything people have said and yet… you said that.” Y/n whispered as tears crept up her eyes making her look away. The blonde bit her lip as she looked at her feet in embarrassment. The last thing she wanted was to make the woman she liked upset so all she thought about was the truth. The same truth Melina talked about.
“I didn’t want to tell you… but I think I should. Um… some time ago during our mission I began to notice a few things.” She started fidgeting with her fingers in nerves.
“What things?”
“Things like um…”
“Is everything okay?” Y/n asked leaning forward to grab the blonde’s shaky hands. She looked up and began to feel nervous which caused her to stand up abruptly.
“Um.. we should start landing.” Yelena cleared her throat and moved back to the seat as the y/h/c followed.
Budapest
Yelena pushed the front door of the apartment open to it all messed up. The last time she was there was when Natasha had shown up with the red dust. Some concrete pieces were still on the ground and the tables were turned over from the explosion she had caused.
“Well this place is a dump.” Y/n broke the silence as she shut the door behind her. The blonde turned to her and chuckled as she scratched her eyebrow.
“I can start cleaning it up while you shower.” Yelena said, walking towards the dining table that was surprisingly standing.
“Okay… where’s the bathroom?”
“Just down there.” She replied pointing down the hall as Y/n muttered an okay. The y/h/c walked away silently to the bathroom as Yelena took a deep breath and began to clean.
Some time went by and the y/h/c came out of the bathroom wearing sweats and a tank top with her hair up in a bun. She walked out to the kitchen to see Yelena cleaning up the concrete in the living room. Y/n took a deep breath and rummaged to the kitchen, searching for a bit of liquid courage. She had found a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses before whistling towards the blonde.
“Come on, take a break. Let’s have a drink.” Y/n said lofting up the alcohol bottle and walking towards the table. Yelena sat across from her and watched as her partner poured the liquor.
“To not dying.” The y/h/c muttered lifting her glass and downing the vodka, groaning as she felt the hot sensation down her throat. They took 3 more shots in silence, not knowing what to say to each other until Yelena remembered something from St. Petersburg.
“What happened with your family?” The blonde asked, making the y/h/c look up at her.
“Where is this coming from?” She chuckled nervously.
“You looked sad… when we were eating with Melina and Alexei… you mentioned your family.”
“Um… yeah it just brought back some memories… about my family.”
“You’ve never talked about them.” Yelena pointed out as she leaned back on her chair, then taking another shot of vodka.
“There's not much to say… they’re dead.” Y/n whispered the last part as she took another shot. The blonde looked up at her as she saw the y/h/c taking a deep breath as she leaned back too.
“It happened a long time ago… I was 6.”
The summer sun was brighter than ever and the breeze was warm, making it the perfect day for a picnic. Central Park was looking clean and the grass was the greenest it has ever been. It was Y/n’s first day of summer vacation after first grade. Michael and Liz, her parents, were setting up the table as they watched their daughter run around with their dog, Cooper.
“Mommy, come do cartwheels with me!” Y/n shouted as she began to try and do cartwheels while Cooper knocked her down causing her to chuckle.
“Be careful, sweetie! You’re gonna break your neck.” Liz laughed as she walked towards her daughter. The little girl did three more cartwheels with her mom, getting loud claps and cheers from Michael.
“Come to eat girls!” He shouted as Y/n stood up and ran towards the table. Suddenly, bullets began to be shot left and right towards the family. Cooper immediately ran off as Liz and Michael looked around to see where they were coming from. A man pointing his gun directly without him noticing. Y/n stopped when she heard the bullets, squatting down as she covered her head.
“Liz! Get Y/n!” Micheal shouted, reaching into the picnic bag to take out his gun. The little girl stood there frozen as three men began to shoot down her father. His body moved like a rag doll as it slowly fell to the floor. Y/n was brought back to reality when her mother pulled her arm causing her to turn around. They both had tears down their cheeks the second their eyes met.
“We need to go!” Liz shouted and she began to run away from the scene, holding her daughter’s arm. Y/n stopped abruptly as she gasped, watching her mother be shot multiple times.
The little girl screamed at the top of her lungs in fear as tears kept rushing down her face. She looked around and up to the sky to see helicopters landing in the park. A bald man walked off one of them and walked towards the little girl. She began to run away and got pulled back by a large man who held her to his chest.
“Let go! Let me go!” Y/n shouted as she kicked her legs vigorously.
“You must be Y/n.” The bald man said with a raspy russian accent as he took off his glasses.
“It was Dreykov who killed my parents… he took me in and made me a widow. That’s how Valentina found me… that’s how she found you.” Y/n muttered lifting her head to meet Yelena’s green eyes.
“You were a widow too?”
“Yeah but I was in America the whole time. I um… I was never really in the red room.”
“I was 6 too… when I became a widow.” The blonde almost whispered and took another shot of vodka.
“I understand… the trauma, the nightmares. It’s like-”
“It’ll never leave you… yeah. I’ve been there.” Y/n whispered finishing Yelena’s sentence. She swallowed one last shot and pushed her chair back, standing up to place the glass in the sink. Her hands gripped the counter top as she took deep breaths, still remembering her parents.
Soft hands went around her waist, making her lean back into them in comfort. The y/h/c could feel the blonde’s hot breath on her neck causing her heart to start racing.
“Yelena.” Y/n whispered as she turned in her arms, becoming trapped against the counter. Their noses touched and their eyes were softly closed as the love just poured out of their pores. The y/h/c leaned in and connected their lips together. Both of them feeling hungry for each other.
The blonde placed her hands on her partner’s cheeks, pulling her closer and deeper into the kiss. They parted to catch their breaths as their foreheads stayed together. They both laughed and blushed as Y/n placed her head on Yelena’s shoulder. Both of them feeling content and in peace. For now..
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Tommy thinking Sam Nook and Sam are two different people would lead to such funny senarios.
Especially if you apply this logic to everyone.
what if mexican dream and quackity are the same people and that was just him making fun of dream and making tommy laugh and tommy genuinely thinks dream killed mexican dream and that hes a different person
and when ranboo pretended to be killed by clarencio
he just doesnt realise
he thinks girl dream is someone else too
tubbo genuinely has a bunch of personalities and so he thinks theyre all different people (and also he doesnt realise theyre the same people a lot)
sam, in his normal voice: tommy do you have the-
tommy, crying: what happened to sam nook?
sam proceeds to live as sam nook around tommy because he once tried to tell tommy sam nook isnt real and he started sobbing and so sam cant
sapnap, approaching sam on the site: hey sam can you do this for me?
sam: su-
tommy, running up: SAAAAAAM!?
sam, in the sam nook voice: hello tommy!
sapnap: wtf???
tommy: this is sam nook! :D have you met him?
sapnap: what? thats just s-
sam: shakes his head, behind tommy where he cant see
sapnap: uhhhhh
sam: takes out sword
sapnap: h-hi sam nook!
tommy: :D
sam is not the only person this happened to.
tommy: technoblade????
techno, sneaking into l'manberg: uhhh
techno, in a highpitched voice: no this is Clarencio
tommy: the llama?
techno, in high pitched voice: no the pig
tommy: hmmm
techno: sweats
tommy: smiles brightly ok!!!!
techno, under his breath: that worked???
tommy: wanna hang out with me?
techno, in high piteched voice: i really need to go
tommy: buttttttt :(
technoblade proceeds to have to pretend to be clarencio the pig and hang out with tommy all afternoon
phil, coming to check on techno: techno?
techno, in a frilly pink dress, in a high pitched voice: hi
tommy: phil!!!! have you met clarencio??? but not the llama!!! clarencio the pig!!!
phil, holding back a laugh: is that so?
(defenitly happened before he got exiled, i refuse to change my mind)
everytime techno is caught he says hes clarencio (the pig) and tommy vouches for him each time and no one is able to bring themselves to tell him that clarencio (the pig) doesnt exist
sam nook, :handshake: clarencio the pic, :handshake: mexican dream, (not girl dream) not being able to tell tommy their not real bc hed cry
IMAGINE IF TOMMY WAS GIVEN THE JOB OF LIKE BEING THE BORDER PEOPLE WHILE HE WAS WILBURS VICE BEFORE THE ELECTION AND PEOPLE WOULD JUST FAKE IDENTIES AND TOMMY WOULD JUST BELIVE EVERYONE
quackity: i demand to be allowed to join l'manberg!
wilbur: ur american
quackity: i shpould still be allowed!
wilbur: just say your not, thats what everyone does
quackity: what
wilbur: just make a fake identity??
quackity: youre... the president????
wilbur: yeah and??
quackity: shouldnt you not be be endorsing that???
wilbur: i made tommy the border person. you think i care?
quackity: sksksks
quackity: still bad tho
the only one tommy never believes is dream, no matter what, he can just tell when someone is dream, like ya know those police dogs?
the only reason he didnt realise girl dream was because girl dream is girl dream he thought it was just a dream thing
TOMMY THINKS BAD AND MONOCHROME BAD ARE TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLE
monochrome bad: tommy
tommy: whomst?
bad: oh uh recolourfies
tommy, screaming: WHAT THE FUCK
tommy doesnt have object permanence but for people
techno, while tommy is staying with him: leaves room
tommy, crying: I had a big brother once, i dont remember him tho
phil leaves them and (while stabbing wilbur) tommy just doesnt realize its him until techno says "dad?"
quackity works at wendys and tommy goes there everyday but doesnt realise its quackity
tommy went there since the war ended
and at the time didnt realise tommy cant tell and so when he and tommy started a mafia and became friends he thought tommy knew who he was and tommy once suggested going to dennys and quackity is like 'oh my god' and tommy is like my friend works there!!! and then they go to the one quackity works at and quackity is like 'haha funny' and then tommy asks around and then turns to quackity sadly like "my friend isnt here today D:" and then quackity is like o h
tommy, towards sam, in sams house: sam!!!!!!
sam, who was sleeping, in his normal voice: w-what?
tommy: sam!!! :D
sam: hey tommy yawns whyd you wake me up?
tommy: sorry but i really needed to ask you a question!!!
sam: did you want to ask me where sam nook is again?
tommy: welll.. that too but!!! you should meet sam nook!!!!
sam: what
tommy: please please please
sam: no go back what did you ask?
tommy: you need to meet sam nook! i think you'd be friends!!! :D
sam, internally: shit
sam: uhhh i dont really think i should-
tommy: pleaasee uses puppy eyes
sam: sure
sam, internally: why did i say yes????
sam then has to pretend to be sam and sam nook at the same time
tommy: you're gonna love sam nook sam!!!!
sam: uhuh
tommy: where is he? :(
sam: uh maybe hes behind you
tommy: turns around to look
sam: runs to other side of tommy
sam, in sam nook voice: hello tommy!!!
tommy: sam nook! have you met sam??? hes right here!!! gestures to sam who has to run behind him again
tommy: sam say hi!!!
sam, panting, in normal voice: hi
tommy: whyre you all out of breath and shit???
this,,, just continues for a while
quackity, watching this exchange, driunking juice: sucks to suck
sam: you'd do the same
quackity: no. mexican dream is dead lol
tommy, only hearing the last part: cries i miss mexican dream
quackity, feeling sad: uh- we can revive him maybe?
tommy: wipes tears YEAH!
sam, whispers to quackity: told you so
quackity, hisses to sam : shut up
quackity then has to pretend to revive himself while running around
also he has to steal another one of dreams masks
honestly in this au everyone would hear about what happened during exile and stab dream (while pretending to be other people because ig in this au tommy still thinks dream was once his friend and yeh)
tommy, after crying infront of sam nook and telling him what dream did to him: so.. sniffs do you have any more quests for me to do?
sam nook: i have one more quest
tommy, cheering up: what is it!!
sam nook: for myself
tommy, confused: what is it?
sam nook, taking out a glock: homocide
insanebur: you want to know why no one listens to you tommy?
tommy, pouting, on the verge of tears: What?
insanebur, unable to finish, clutching his heart: your too cute
this is just au where tommy is baby huh
wilbur isnt mad schlatt exiled him- hes mad he exiled tommy
schlatt and dream are the only ones not affected by tommys baby vibes and thats their downfall
tommy just has to call everyone a nickname, once, and everyone is melted
niki and jack: tommy is the fault of all our probelms we should kill him
puffy: he. bonk is bonk baby bonk
niki and jack: look over at tommy
tommy, with sam in the distance: cries to sam because he cant find sam nook
niki and jack: okay... maybe we should be less... violent...
Sam rlly just went
sam: looks at tommyinnit
sam: nothing bad will ever happen to this child ever again
huh?
I’ve named this au, au where hes baby ur honour
tommy: i had zero parents (who care)
tommy, gestures to puffy and sam: NOW I HAVE TWOOOOOOO
insanebur: god i fucking hate everyone
tommy: even me?
insanebur: except you tommy
sam: I AM THE TOMMY GAURDIAN! GAURDIAN OF THE TOMMY!
sam @ anyone who wants to hurt him: FUCK OFFF
tommy canoanically understands the animal crossing language
ranboo: i can speak enderman!
tommy: well i can speak creeper
whenever tommy gets overwhelemed around sam he burys himself he asks sam to cover for him in creeper
okay thats enough of that
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ok but I read games and I am ADDICTED and I just thought I could maybe request something like-
Eren meeting the reader through a simple comment and a timeskip to them being v close until they eventually end up in a fight because reader was ranting to eren about how perfect their crush (who is actually eren) is and him just exploding and them getting into a fight until the reader eventually goes "that person is you, dumbass!" Or smth like that and from there it all just turns into a lot of kisses and smut👀
only if you're comfy/in the mood of writing smth like this tho! just had this random thought last night and thought I'd request a little erenxfembodiedreader
Anyway have a nice day, night, afternoon, morning, you're amazing :D
Oh my gosh, this is my first request ever and I am so incredibly excited to write this and I really hope I did good in writing something you would want. Thank you so much for submitting this request, please feel free to send more! I love writing fanfics of any aot character and will do my absolute best to embody them in these. Sorry for the long wait, when I say the last chapter had me all the way FUCK3D up. EreMika is canon and I haven't been able to stop saying "He loved her, oh my god he loved her" in that "and they were roommates" vine way because that's my coping mechanism and it's cheaper than therapy. Anyway, I give you-
"Assumptions."
Pairing: Eren Yeager x Fem!reader
TW: nsfw, smut, angst, jealously, swearing, yelling, a bit of fluff, unprotected intercourse, breeding kink, a bit of voyeurism, a bit of sexism, eren being denser than a rock, Levi having health issues because he's old
Other: aot world if the mess of season four never happened and eren didn't fall to sad bitch hours, reader is a regular girl with family issues, all characters are over 18, Erwin never died and Floch never went insane
It wasn't that Eren hated going into town, but he wasn't exactly used to going to town alone. He always had Mikasa and Armin flanking either side of him but since the discovery of the world outside the walls and the decreased threat of titans, scouts were needed more than ever in the recovery of the lost districts. Mikasa was the second strongest soldier alive and Armin was expected to take after Erwin. Eren was useful when it came to being the one who possessed the attack and founder titan, but lately there was no big threats that required his titan abilities.
That didn't stop Hange from poking him, nor did it stop Captain Levi from keeping him busy with even the most minimalist of tasks. Today was no different and when the options were given to him and Jean, who was still asleep in his bunker, on shoveling horse shit or going into town to stock up on supplies and check to ensure all market suppliers weren't being capitalist pigs to the local vendors, Eren all but hauled ass through the door, hand swiping the grocery list off the table and yelling, "Good luck Jean-boy!"
Everything seemed to be going just fine, none of the local vendors had any troubles and most seemed happier with the drastic improvements of the living situations for Eldians. The fear of being eaten any day now or losing a loved one to war had seemed to be the driving force that had led to problems before. Some people recognized Eren, but no one seemed to want to approach him. He had had encounters with people who thought of him as a god, but he usually ignored them or kept a level-headed composure. Despite knowing that he had a power no one else had, outside of being a titan-shifter, Eren didn't really know what he had to offer. Armin was smart, Mikasa was strong, and he couldn't exactly claim titan-shifter seeing that Armin was also the colossal and Ymir had been the jaw.
He let out a sigh, kicking a rock in his path and silently yearning for something beyond his knowledge. Despite knowing that he was never really alone, he felt lonely a lot of the time. He had never given much thought to settling down, with the clock running out on him he often thought what was even the point? He wasn't sure if he wanted to keep being a soldier or if he wanted to go back home one day, he didn't really try to dwell on the future, content with being in the present and having Mikasa always on the verge of tears when she was reminded that he would one day die, didn't really give him room to think of much else.
You weren't oblivious to the tales and rumors that went around the town about the scouts and their secret weapon in the form of a shapeshifting man and how him and his comrades were able to plug the hole in the wall of a district your family had come from long ago. Your father had long since escaped the walls of Maria before it fell, he made an honest living being a construction man, and your mother was a nurse who happened to catch his eye when he had a roofing accident. They built a life for themselves within Wall Rose. You weren't the richest family, nor did you have a name that was well known. Nonetheless, you were all hard working. Your brothers worked for the respect they got, one being a weapon maker and the other being a bar keeper was enough for the part of town you were in. Even their wives did well for themselves in being a seamstress and bar waitress. As the youngest, you were loved and cared for. You weren't the most beautiful girl in town, but you turned heads nonetheless, well until one of your brothers decided to glare or promptly hit whoever doted on you too long for their liking.
The people who knew you, thought you were trouble. Mostly the elders spewed of you and your ways of thinking being a disgrace to everything Eldians stood for and bringing only shame to your gender, you were a woman ahead of her time and they couldn't stand it. Like your mother you had entered the medical field, but even when you were small you claimed you would be a doctor one day. You shadowed and worked under the supervision of the town's doctors. Many amused at your antics, some who didn't care about you being a girl and just grateful to leave such responsibility on someone who was genuine in the intent, and others not caring one way or another and not willing to hear your screeching pleads to observe what they did. Your mom had spoken with you more than once about settling with being a doctor's aide, today being no different and you let out a sigh as you looked to your mother's pained expression.
"I just don't understand why you insist on making your life so difficult? It was bad enough when you proudly exclaimed your goals in front of the entire church, but now this?"
You could only look away, looking towards the fields where you saw your third brother grooming the horses. You hadn't said anything bad, you were approached with a job offer that would give you the title and respect you had been desperately craving, and it would bring greater honor to your family...or so you thought before your mother reacted the opposite in which you hoped.
"I will not have any daughter of mine chasing dreams and fantasies off in some other place where no one can protect you. This is a suicide mission and I for one will not stand by and watch you march forward to your downfall."
Your father stood behind your mother, not really saying anything and not even looking at you. You felt especially bad for the commander and captain who stood on either side of you and were bearing witness to the absurd exchange between your family.
"Mrs. Y/L/N, you have to know that if Y/N were to accept this offer, she would never be in the front lines. We have bases located all throughout the walls and she would do what she did best and be our primary doctor." Commander Erwin spoke with such calm words, his demeanor kind and patient.
"So you expect me to let her run off with a bunch of men whose brains are broken from the wars they fought and not worry? She is not even married!"
You grit your teeth so hard upon hearing that, you were sick of the standards put forth on you since your birth. You were sick of the expectations you were in no hurry to reach and you were especially tired of the lack of faith your family had in you to be independent and strong. Your fists clenched and you felt a steady gaze on you.
"I'm not an expert or anything on parenting, nor will I act as if I am, but instead of yelling at her, why don't you try asking your daughter what she wants to do?" You didn't silence the gasp you released, looking at Captain Levi in confusion and admiration.
All eyes turned to you, your mother crossing her arms as if asking you to try and defy her. Erwin looked a bit expectedly and Levi looking indifferent to the entire conversation. It was your father who beat you to it before you could even open your mouth to answer.
"You have a choice, my daughter. If you choose to stay, you'll make your mother and brothers happy. You can continue to help people but you will never be acknowledged as a doctor...but you'll have your family. Or you can choose to leave and live your life to your own accord, but you will lose the respect of the town and your mother will never speak to you again. Are you willing to put yourself above your family?" You expected this from your father, always neutral and never judgmental, what he was saying was true after all. Were you willing to lose your family over your dreams? Would you be able to survive on your own with only the scouts to rely on?
Your head was hurting and your frustration only grew when your brothers decided to come home and after your mother wailing at them about your plans to leave, they were quick to overwhelm you with their own opinions. The commander and captain apologized but they had to leave and return to headquarters.
"Take your time on making your decision. We will come back in a few days for your answer." Commander Erwin told you, giving you a smile as he continued, "I know its a lot to ask you to choose us over your flesh and blood, but if you do. You have my promise that we will protect you, and we may never be able to fully replace your family in your heart, but the scouts will be a family on its own for you."
"Tch," Captain Levi shook his head, "Look brat, you will see and do things that you won't always like. People will die no matter how hard you try to save them, but call Erwin and Hange delusional--they see something in you. Don't walk into this half-assed, if you choose to be our doctor and you choose to take on the title and everything it carries with it, you have to dedicate your heart."
You only nodded. Two days had passed as you walked through the market, the small basket in your hands carried apples and some citrus fruits. Your mother still wasn't talking to you and your brothers seemingly assumed you wouldn't be leaving, only your father knew how frantic your mind was, and one morning he admitted that he would be delighted to have at least one of his children carry the family name on a military standing. So you had his support.
You even spoke to the animal doctor you had been shadowing for the past few weeks, his eyebrows had rose in an impressed matter and he promptly asked when you would be leaving.
"I haven't made a decision, yet." You said.
"You would be an idiot not to take it." Was all he replied before asking you to give the cattle their medicine.
Idiot, huh? You wondered. You knew deep down he was right. Your mind continued to play in endless loops of thought before you heard a commotion to your right. Turning your head you saw a group of men, their huddling seemed a bit more frantic and it was not until one of them yelled that you noticed one man in particular on his knees.
"Help! Someone call a doctor!"
The man on the floor was bleeding rather profusely and you didn't have time to question what happened before you quickly made way.
"Sir, let me see."
"Hey! Woman don't touch him!"
"Make yourself useful and go get a doctor! What the hell do you think you're doing!"
"I am a doctor." You calmly said, inspecting the gash on his side and seeing the edge of what appeared to be a broken pipe sticking out from the building behind them. The drips if bloods glistening in the sun only confirmed what you thought.
"We were-" The injured man rasped out, "Just horsing around."
"It's okay." You reassured, grabbing a roll of gauze and stack of medical napkins you always kept in your basket. You apologized before applying pressure to the wound, and you heard the patter of rushing feet.
"A doctor is on his way! A real one!" One of the men sneered, and you did your best not to roll your eyes and focus on stopping the bleeding. You asked the man to lie on his back and he surprisingly complied, he didn't seem to care about you being a girl and only seemed thankful to not be alone and scared.
"Do you hear that? Move before you kill him!" The first man hollered, the hand on your shoulder causing you to sharply inhale.
"Excuse me for one moment." You told the man, and you were quick as you hand shot up to grip the disrespectful ass by his wrist and twist it in one fluid motion, you wasted no time in using the building wall as leverage, quickly running up and using his weight to stabilize yourself before you roundhouse kicked him so hard it sent both of you flying back. You landed on one foot, balancing yourself before going back to the patient.
You couldn't deny how satisfying it was to hear the impact, or the groan of pain coming from him. Your eyes met the others.
"If any of you touch me, I'll do exactly what I did to your buddy there, but ten times worse. Now shut the hell up and let me save this man."
Eyes widely stared at you as you resumed caring for the injured, a few minutes passed by the time the doctor got there.
"Oh!" His eyebrows rose, "Hello Y/N, didn't expect to see you here. If I would have known, I wouldn't have left the hospital on its own."
"Hi Dr. Goodwin," You looked up, two fingers on the injured man's wrist and the other held up four fingers from your counting. You blushed slightly from his confidence in you and you noticed the men who bullied you all sport faces of confusion.
"His pulse is stable. I wrapped the wound tightly, but he needs stitches."
"Thank you, miss." The injured man grabbed your hand and you smiled in return.
"Don't mention it."
"Actually, it's Dr. Y/L/N." Dr. Goodwin said, seeing your eyes widen and the smile he gave only made your heart swell that much more.
The doctor nodded, thanking you before asking his helpers to load him to the small gurney they brought. He could only thank you briefly before you waved them off. The other guys had stayed back, eyes wide in disbelief that the doctor not only recognized you, but acknowledged your work.
"Are you a nurse or something?"
"Are you morons deaf? Did you not hear Dr. Goodwin? I'm a doctor too."
The leader seemed to recover from the kick you gave him earlier as his lip curled in an ugly matter, "What kind of sick joke is that? No such thing as a woman doctor."
"Obviously there is if I'm standing right in front of you. Or did my kick knock a few more scews loose?"
Eren was walking buy, noticing the commotion from afar and as a soldier, his instincts to provide help in dire situations kicked in. He elbowed his way to the front. Seeing you standing defiantly in front of five tall muscular men. He stepped forward as the main leader got in your face, but when you shifted your foot, he seemed to coil back. Eren noticed a giant welt on one side of his face and wondered how the hell he got such an ugly bruise. It didn't stop their onslaught.
"Who the hell do you think you are? What makes you think you could do whatever the fuck you want?"
"Because in this world, I'm free to do whatever the fuck I please." Eren watched as your eyes narrowed in further defiance, the smile on your face sickeningly sweet and all he could think about was how he had never seen such a woman.
You hadn't even noticed the audience that gathered, you side stepped the group of men, going as far as waving a goodbye with a breathy giggle, you picked up your basket. You had a small hop to your step and despite not caring to even spare a glance to the onlookers, your eyes met a pair of pretty green ones. The prominent bone structure made you think, "Wow."
However, the tall muscular body you did a once over on had you follow that thought with, "Oh damn."
Eren seemed dumbfounded, your obviousness in checking him out made him flush. He had never felt self-conscious over his body. He knew even before he hit puberty that he would do well to grow muscles and abs, the necessary type of figure to have if one were to be a soldier of the scouts. He knew it was also something some females found attractive in the opposite sex but it's not like he ever had time to date much less dwell on what girls liked. Seeing the way you looked at him though, he couldn't deny that he silently hoped for your approval.
When you finally met his eyes once more, you had him floored when he saw you drop a wink at him.
The crowd murmuring as they watched you go made his own eyebrows furrow in confusion. He stepped to one of the members and demanded an explanation.
"Honestly, the little lady was crazy! She came in here claiming to be a doctor and helped patch up a guy who got cut by the pipe over there. Instead of waiting for a real doctor, she made a whole fuss."
"Where's the guy?"
"Dr. Goodwin picked him up. That doctor is mad too, he also said she was a doctor, but that's ridiculous. No woman can be a doctor. That's so many levels of wrong."
Eren felt the urge to punch the man in the mouth, but one glance at the ugly bruise his friend sported reminded him,
"What happened to your face?"
The leader grumbled a bunch of profanities, "That little bitch. I tried to get her off before she messed the guy up anymore and she kicked me."
"In your face?" Eren sounded impressed, and he was when he received a nod of confirmation.
He looked to the direction which you disappeared in and said fine words to the group, "Whether you men like it or not. The world is changing, everyone is free to be who they want. If women can join the military no problem, they can be doctors too."
He saluted before rushing off, not hearing the mutters of annoyance from the men. In all honestly, Eren had no clue on what he was doing.
You were scrubbing off the blood from under your fingernails near a fountain when you hear the shuffle of feet from behind you. You silently hoped it wasn't any of those morons asking for more trouble, but you were pleasantly surprised when your eyes met a pair of green ones from before.
"I'm Eren." You smiled at him, nodding and your smile turned quirked when he stuttered in, "Yeager. Eren Yeager."
Hmm, you had thought, His name suits him. You studied his demeanor, not missing the gear strapped to either sides of his hips or the green hood covering his shoulders. You knew immediately that he was a scout and you wondered if he knew Captain Levi. Before you got the courage to ask him, he beat you to it.
"What did you mean by what you said earlier? Do you really think that? That we're all free to do anything we want here?"
You smiled as you nodded, walking towards a vendors stand and Eren fell into step beside you, you felt nervous around him, but also safe with his company. He watched you as you picked up another apple to inspect.
"We have laws and rules though...so we're not technically all the way free?"
"I'm free to be me, just as you are free to be you...Eren...Yeager."
It was the way the sun hit your face in that moment, highlighting your strong cheekbones and giving a special glint in your eyes that made Eren want to hear your thoughts more. He spent the rest of the day asking you questions, never satisfied with the small responses you gave him and he even walked you home. The mean glare from your mother confused him beyond belief and it was your father's words that made you gasp in surprise that night.
"He's the titan shifter, the one who helped plug up wall Rose."
Your face had turned red in embarrassment, you were talking so casually to a literal titan and you even flirted with him. He even held your basket the entire trip to your house and you didn't even consider how informal you acted with your skirt. You had hitched one of them up your thigh to get better footing and hadn't missed the way Eren blushed at seeing so much skin. You knew the girls in the scouts wore pants, but even then they kept covered.
You were certain Eren wanted nothing else to do with a girl who held little to no morals, but you were caught by pleasant surprise when you saw him with Erwin and Levi the next day in town.
His eyes had immediately found yours and you didn't miss the blush on his cheeks as he gave you a small wave. You couldn't but laugh when Captain Levi suddenly kicked him.
"Who's got you turning red brat?"
"Uh-it's nothing, captain."
He didn't look convinced as you gathered the courage to approach. Erwin acknowledged your presence which Eren was grateful for, but his eyebrows still came down in confusion on how the commander knew your name.
"Y/N!" Erwin gave a polite smile which you returned, "So great to see you. We were actually just about to stop by your house."
"Really? What a coincidence, I was hoping to stop by headquarters today as well." Your smile was bright, and by the way the air around you seemed cheerful, Erwin returned your energy.
"Bearing good news I hope?" He still hesitantly asked.
You nodded as you laughed, "I would love to accept the offer if it still stands."
"Of course it does," Captain Levi scoffed, his arms were folded across his chest. You noted for the first time the soft grey color of his eyes and despite the deep scowl he was currently showing, he had chubby cheeks that made you want to squish, "We wouldn't be coming all this way for nothing."
"I thought we were coming to collect a new scout, Captain Levi." Eren asked, you felt yourself blush in realization that he had no clue it was actually you they were referring to.
"We are," Levi grabbed you by your arm and yanked you towards him as he pointed at you while looking at Eren like he was an idiot, "Meet the scout's new doctor. Dr. Y/L/N meet Eren-"
"Yeager." You finished, smiling towards Eren, "We've met."
Erwin and Levi exchanged looks as they watched you and Eren smiled at each other like a pair of idiots, the realization dawning over them and Erwin couldn't fight the smirk that crossed his face. Small world, he thought.
Six months had passed since the first fateful encounter you had with Eren. You had long since moved out of your home and besides the occasional secret letter from your father, you hadn't heard nor seen the rest of your family since your decision to become a doctor for the scouts.
It was a transition to go through as you lost one family and gained a new one, but everyone was so accepting and welcoming. The girls welcomed you with open arms, most notably was Sasha whose habit of eating everything and anything brought her to the infirmary on more than one occasion, Connie usually followed right behind her with a minor injury resulting from his carelessness. You had met Floch when he brought Jean in from a sparring session gone wrong and he immediately took a liking to you. Your level-headedness was like a breath of fresh air to him as he was constantly sorrounded by people he thought were idiots. Jean liked your confidence (The fact that you were easy on the eyes, didn't hurt either), Mikasa respected the way you didn't hesitate to put people in their place, and Armin admired that despite your obvious toughness, you were a kind and patient doctor who never turned anyone away. You were diligent and hard-working, yet your smile was always able to uplift any sour mood and you always put your best foot forward. The one time he had puked all over your hospital floor from eating too much undercooked meat was embarrassing for him, he thought for sure you were going to be angry and call him an idiot. Instead, you took his temperature, put a cold cloth on his head (despite his titan status guaranteeing a speedy recovery), and started a healthier diet plan for him. Armin was scheduled a weekly checkup with you, partly to ensure he was listening and partly for you to study him a bit more. Your research on the titan's ability to regenerate and recover from even the worst injuries was fascinating for you, you hoped to isolate the genes and figure out a way to maybe trigger it in regular Eldians without setting off the titan ability, the fact that Eren made it a habit to accompany Armin didn't hurt either.
Eren had grown attached to you, whenever he wasn't busy or in need of a place to hide from Captain Levi's wrath or Hange's insistence to poke and prod him, he would be hanging out around you or in your office. At one point you had to hide him under your desk when Commander Erwin stopped by to hold a meeting with you about providing first aid training to the scouts for excursions. You were always welcomed to accompany them outside the walls, but your work was enough to make you stay. You recalled the way Eren was pressed against your legs, the feel of his hands steadying himself on your calves and when your skirt had shifted up when you reached for one of the records, you felt Eren brush his fingertips along the muscle. You had stammered the rest of the meeting through and smacked him afterwards for putting you in such a compromising position. You were blushing furiously at the way he gave such a boyish grin and even that night while he walked you to your small cottage, he had a satisfied smile in place.
You always knew you liked Eren, you were also hopeful that the feeling was mutual. The both of you had grown close over the course of your stay, as the head doctor you were given your own living quarters, not too far from headquarters but not so close to the city that you would be given a hard time. Your cottage was fair in size and with the amount of income you were receiving, you were quick to furnish and decorate it to your liking. Eren had even helped by adding his own touches to the interior. The times you would go to the city with him was always met with many curious stares. Your age and gender made many turn heads when you walked in, the fact that you were the youngest and by far prettiest doctor the scouts had ever had made people naturally gravitate to you. Your ability to make friends quickly also made it that almost every weekend you were entertaining guests at your house. Sometimes it would be dinner with Sasha, Niccolo, and Connie. Other times you would be knitting and embroidering with Mikasa and Armin, there was even game nights with everyone until Jean and Eren became too competitive with one another. Other times when the higher ups had meetings (All of which you had to attend since you technically held an officer position within the military branch) you would offer your house where you all shared cups of tea and your famous baked goods. You had even seen Captain Levi grab seconds on your sugar cookies.
It was the times when Eren would swing by alone that caused your heart to flutter, he would walk you home almost every night now. At first he would find the poorest excuses to see you like needing a bandaid for his wrist from the biting (even though by the time you gave him the gauze it would be healed over completely) or try to "casually" be around the area when you would get out at three in the morning. Eventually your amusement turned to you asking him to walk you home every night under the guise that you were afraid of being targeted or hurt, even though everyone had seen you body-slam Reiner the one time he tried to hit on you when you were stitching up his eyebrow from an ugly gash. Nonetheless, Eren accepted. You would invite him in for tea every time and he would even bring you lunch on days he failed to see you in the cafeteria. It seemed like everyone under the sun knew about you and Eren's crushes on one another, so it was also a pain in the ass that neither of you had yet to make a move on one another. Even Erwin had assumed you two were together the one morning he stopped by your house on your day off to ask for your aid for a soldier who had broken their arm from a training exercise, his eyes had grown wide upon seeing you open the door in only your nightgown, you were rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you invited him in for breakfast.
Upon walking in, he immediately saw Eren exiting your bathroom in his casual jeans, his hair was wet and sticking up from the steam of the shower. Eren wasn't wearing a shirt and before Erwin could excuse himself completely you quickly explained how you hadn't wanted him to walk outside so late so he slept on your couch. You were washing his clothes and had left them out to dry and Erwin could only nod and stop himself from suggesting for Eren to bring spare clothes to yours, remembering that it wasn't his place to push or even encourage his team's doctor and titan-shifter to date even though by the way he saw you put jelly on Eren's toast while he made your cup of tea with three sugars was enough for him to almost just order the two of you to date. Instead, he gave a long rant to Levi, wondering aloud whether Eren was either oblivious to your affections or just an idiot, Levi only replied with, "Did you happen to bring any of the toast she made?"...he did and Levi later on answered, "He's just an idiot." while licking the excess jelly off his fingers.
It was another day at headquarters, the mid-summer day was hot and since the flow of traffic had been slow inside the infirmary, you found yourself mostly in the officer's lounge. You had opted to wear a long sleeve empire waist dress, the top had ruffles along your collar and the soft pink of the dress complimented your skin tone. It fell around mid-thigh and the black shoes you wore with them completed your overall look. Eren had stared at your bare legs for a while until he noted your haircut. You had only cut off the ends but your heart did a flip as you blushed from him noticing. You had been chatting with Hange about your research while Moblit spoke to Eren about the new set of routes to be taken during their next trip beyond the walls when Captain Levi walked in. Hange waved him over and he fell easily beside you.
"Hey." His arm brushing against yours and you hummed in response, leaning a bit towards him which didn't go unnoticed by Eren.
"Levi, did you take your medicine this morning?" About two weeks ago you had caught the captain asleep at his desk for the fourth time. You knew he overworked himself and refused to sleep in his bed no matter how many therapeutic pillows you got him, but while he was out like a light you decided to check his blood pressure, only to find it alarmingly high. You figured the amount of stress and cups of caffeinated tea were to blame. Levi kept in good shape, but considering his age and the fact that he never even considers laughing, you prescribed him medications to be take every morning and cut him off from his usual tea leaves. The former was easier to push as the calcium and magnesium capsules were easy to swallow, it was getting rid of all the tins in his desk that made him a bit unbearable to the new recruits.
He let out an annoyed grunt as he nodded. Your smile was soft as you put an encouraging hand on his arm and Eren was officially not listening to Moblit anymore.
"Thanks for sticking to your diet, Captain Levi. As a token of my appreciation, I got you these." You didn't let him reply, quick to act as always as you reached into the small basket you had brought and grabbed his hand to put the gray tin of loose leaves that you took out in his palm.
As usual, the captain was unfazed by your lack of appreciation for personal space. The past few weeks had done well to teach him how despite being yelled at, threatened, and even outright ignored at times, your cheeriness was impossible to diminish and you did whatever the heck you wanted even when it was at times impulsive.
"What is it?" He looked between you and the tin, the slight sneer on his upper lip making you release a giggle before you tapped the bow you tied on it.
"It's tea leaves." He raised a slim eyebrow which made you roll your eyes, "Decaffeinated tea."
"Let me guess, it tastes like shit." His eyes flickered to the purple bow, "Or it'll make me shit."
You laughed, you upper body leaning on his as you attempted to catch your breath. The joke wasn't that funny but the face he made was. You giggled as you shook your head and Hange watched in bemusement as you elaborated,
"It's the tea I always serve and judging by the three cups you had last time, I'm positive you'll like it."
Levi let out a nod, he hadn't even noticed that the tea you served had no caffeine but the heavy notes of honey in it probably explained its sweetness. He gave a quiet thank you before his scowl returned,
"So that's why I was on the crapper all night after the last meeting."
"With a potty mouth like that, it's not wonder you don't have a girlfriend." You deadpanned.
"I feel bad for the poor bastard who falls in love with you."
You let out a small tsk, smiling at him and hoping Eren heard as you said, "Well that depends if he admits he feels the same way."
Captain Levi quirked an eyebrow at you, his eyes knowing and you blushed under his stare. Your fingers fiddling behind your back and Eren hated the way Levi suddenly chuckled at you. His smile was a rarity and to have him giving it to you only meant one thing to Eren; the captain liked you.
"So there is someone you like? Who's the poor brat?"
When you were about to make another snide remark, Hange cut in and excused herself and Moblit.
"As fascinating as this is, there's a captured titan waiting my arrival and if I don't get to use this research Dr. Y/L/N just gave me before nightfall, I will lose my mind."
"I hadn't heard of us ever finding it to begin with." Levi sighed, taking a lock of your hair between his fingers and letting the curl bounce back before he excused himself to tag along with them.
"Someone's got to make sure four eyes doesn't get killed."
"That's why Moblit is going with her." You noted.
"And who do you think will make sure Moblit doesn't get killed?" He smiled once more, "Laters doc."
You waved goodbye to the three, the door clicking behind them and you turned to see Eren with his arms crossed. He was pouting like a child and you wondered what his deal was. You figured with your earlier comment, he would be over the moon to hear you hinting at liking him. You skipped up to him, getting on the tips of your toes as you poked his cheek.
"What's the matter? You look like a scolded child."
"Nothing." He muttered, looking away as his jaw clenched and you only poked him once more.
"Liar." You called him out, "Talk to me."
"You didn't answer Captain Levi's question."
You were sure that there was a giant question mark on top of your head, the gear in your mind shifting as you tried to recall what the captain asked before your mouth opened in realization. You couldn't help but smile as you looked down at Eren's shoes and he only seemed to grow angrier as he watched you blush.
"About my crush? Oh! Well I wouldn't call him a brat, but I guess his attitude could often warrant that title. He's got this sort of this determined mentality that I guess some people can find...overbearing." You played with the cuff of your dress, "But I personally find it charming."
"So he's charming?"
You hummed as you smiled, "He's a bit rough around the edges, but he always means well. He's easy on the eyes too. Got really nice hair and pretty colored eyes that makes me swoon around him. Not to mention his body looks like Zeus could be his father." To add emphasis, your body leaned side to side as you laughed.
Eren snorted, his eyes rolling as he thought of any guy he knew that was like you described. All he could think of was Captain Levi and Erwin. He hated to think of Levi as charming, but he was rough all around. Erwin had eyes that Historia had once described as pretty, but to think of you being attracted to someone as old as him made his stomach flip.
"Want to head back to my office?" You suggested, not wanting to leave Eren's side until he figured it out but also not wanting to stick around in case other officers walked in. You got a stiff nod and wanted to giggle when Eren still opened the door for you. As the both of you walked through the large building, you added a hop to your step as you continued,
"He's also such a gentleman. He respects me, he's never intimidated by my sharp wit, always opens doors for me, waits until I'm sitting before he starts eating, and he almost seems proud of me being a doctor. He's just so understanding and sure of himself as a man that I guess the idea of having a girlfriend in my position would never make him feel inferior." You turned to look at Eren sideways and noticed his shoulders hunched, you knew it was cruel how you kept teasing him but were hopeful that it would click for him soon, so you went on.
"Wow, sounds like a real keeper." He grumbled, now thinking of Jean or even Connie. Armin was too occupied with Annie and Reiner was too obsessed with Historia to hang around you. There was no way Beruto/Borrito/Bertoto would catch your eye as you had made it a point to always get his name wrong, but Connie made you laugh and Jean was always extra nice to you.
"I'm telling you, I think he's perfect. He's dependable, strong, and we share so many of the same ideas. I could talk to him for hours and never be bored and when I'm not with him, I feel...sad. I just constantly want to be by his side and if I'm not I want him to be thinking about me because that's exactly what I do."
You both entered your office, you walked up to your desk as you spoke, turning around and leaning against it to look at Eren. He had closed your door a little harder than necessary, the wood shaking against the frame as he crossed his arms and leaned his back on the door. He looked downright irritated and you bit your lip to keep from laughing.
"So why haven't you told him?"
You shrugged, "I think I've been pretty obvious about it, I'm always smiling when he's in the room, I always want to be with him, there's never a day where we don't walk together. I even wore this dress for him today."
You waved down at your figure, Eren's eyes looked over you twice and you jumped up on your desk, your thighs parting as you let the short skirt cover your panties and barely cover the tops of your thighs.
"I'm sure he'll love it." Eren spit out.
"I don't know..." You tilted your head, "Do you?"
Eren pushed himself off the door, going to your bookcase and letting his fingers brush the spines of the books, "It doesn't matter what I think. I'm not Mr. Pretty eyes. Sounds like a simpleton to me."
You let out an actual deep sigh and Eren met you with furrowed brows.
"What?"
"You're so fucking dense, Eren."
"What did I say?" He threw his hands up, "Just because I called him simple? I'm so sorry I don't care to hear you go on and on about this guy. I never thought I'd see you bend over backwards for some guy who opens doors for you. I thought you would have higher standards than that."
You let out a snort, "Keep talking Yeager, and I just might higher them."
"I mean I never thought looks would be so important to you. It's so-"
"So what?" Your tongue had a sharp edge that did not go unnoticed by Eren. He stood only a few feet from your desk, but you saw the awkward shift in his posture.
"Shallow." He spit out.
"Excuse me?" You gave him a look that said if he wouldn't apologize in the next ten seconds, he would surely live to regret it.
"What I mean is...what guy could possibly have this head over heels and you're just now telling me? I thought...I thought we-" He stopped, looking to the side and you relaxed before saying,
"We what, Eren?"
"I thought we had something special." He muttered. He looked to see your mouth opened in a small gasp and he began to turn to exit when you quietly beckoned him over.
"Eren...come here."
"No, I should g-"
"Please." You begged and the look in your eyes brought him to stand in front of you. Your hands reached for his shirt, yanking him forward and you hooked your legs around his calves. Eren gaped at you, not knowing what to do and say as you put one hand on his shoulder and the other cupped his cheek.
"You are such a dumbass." You laughed, "The person I've been going on and on about, that simpleton you bashed, is you. It's always been you, Eren."
It was like watching a light flicker on very very slowly, but once it was on you watched as embarrassment flooded Eren. His smile was sheepish and stupid as he stuttered over his words. His hands rested on your hips and you stroked his face from his temple to jaw as you asked,
"Do you maybe feel the same way?"
You didn't get a verbal answer, the sudden kiss Eren laid on you was an answer enough. His lips were soft and warm as they moved against your own, his tongue enveloped yours and you felt him lean more onto you. The moan that slipped out his mouth when you bit his bottom lip made something tighten in your stomach.
When you two finally broke apart you didn't miss the trail of saliva that connected the two of you and you whimpered for more. The second kiss was heavier, a clash of teeth and tongues as Eren feverishly wrestled to touch you everywhere his hands could reach. You felt him press against your core, the loud gasp you let out made him look at you in concern.
"Sorry, sorry. I'll stop if you want me to."
You shook your head as you met those green eyes that held you captive since day one, "More. I want more."
The smirk was something you had never seen, his eyes became half-lidded as Eren kissed your nose. Then your chin, then your neck. When he reached your collar, his finger hooked onto the top of your dress, pulling the fabric down as he kissed just above your breast.
"She wants more." He said to himself, the soft rasp in his voice made you attempt to close your legs. His hands pushed what little that had covered your legs up and Eren's fingers brushed your core.
The jump you gave made his smirk grow, "I haven't even touched you yet."
He saw the small patch of dampness on your panties, and before you could ask him what he was doing, you let out a sharp gasp when his fingers pushed the fabric to the side and he plunged two fingers into your pussy.
The moan he ripped from you was like music to his ears and as he began to slowly pump his fingers in and out he watched as your face became hot and red. It was uncomfortable as first, you could even say it hurt but that didn't stop you from rocking your hips up to meet his eager hands. You weren't entirely prepared as you felt a bit tense as Eren kissed your neck, the suckling on your flesh making small breathy whimpers leave your mouth. His other hand's fingers hovered over the buttons on the back of your dress and his eyes asked for permission as he glanced up at you.
A small tentative nod was all he received before he took out his hand from between your legs, his tongue skillfully licking the digits cleaned and you didn't think you would find such an act so erotic. You arm hooked around his neck as you brought him down to a kiss, you could taste yourself on his lips as he kissed you back eagerly, his fingers skillfully working the buttons on your dress and you wondered for a brief moment if he had ever done such an act before. You pushed the thoughts away, not wanting to lose focus or confidence while in the middle of being with Eren by letting unnecessary insecure creep into your heart. As if being able to read your mind, Eren said-
"Stop being in your head," A hard kiss against your lips, "Be here with me."
His nose rubbed sweetly against yours, fingers tilting your head up as you gave a hesitant nod. Your eyes wanted to focus anywhere but his eyes and you could felt warmth spread across your cheeks when the sleeves of your dress fell down your arms. The idea of letting Eren see all of you was as exciting as it was nerve-wrecking, the most he ever saw was your legs and back from that one time you walked out of the bath in only a towel. Seeing him shirtless was not new but you still felt your breath catch in your throat as you watched him yank the material off. Your hands explored the newly exposed skin, fingers dipping in every curve of muscle and your hand rested just above the waistband of his jeans. You noticed his breathing grow heavy, Eren's head falling forward on your exposed shoulder where you felt him nip and suck on the soft flesh. You returned the favor by kissing him on the chest, your eyes still casted downwards as you fumbled with the buckle on his belt, you let out a small curse from how hard your hands were shaking and Eren placed a gentle hand on top of yours, his eyes alight with amusement as his lips curved into a soft smile.
"Baby, relax." He murmured, he pushed your hands aside as he took over the task. You let out a deep breath as you heard the sound of his zipper being tugged down and you decided to be bold. You lowered the upper half of your dress, the cotton falling off your arms with ease and you blushed furiously once you remembered that you hardly ever wore bras and today was no different.
Your nipples were taut as you shivered from the cold air in your office and Eren stared at you in wonder his eyes raking your body as you looked to the side and brought your bottom lip in between your teeth.
"Fuck, can I touch you?" Eren blurted, his hands still near his trousers and you giggled when he added a last second, "Please."
Nodding, you figured it was time to stop feeling so shy. You had been dreaming about this moment for months, yet as the man you loved stood before you, eager to be with you, all you could think about was how scared you were that you wouldn't be enough to satisfy him.
One more glance at the way he watched you was enough for you to think, If he really didn't, he wouldn't be looking at me as if I put all the stars in the sky.
You felt the second wind of confidence hit you and you took Eren by surprise as you hooked your fingers on his belt loops and tugged the fabric down. You palmed him through the thin material of his briefs and his hips jerked from the contact before he melted against you. Lowering the elastic, your small hand wrapped itself around his shaft and you took a moment to admire his dick. It was something new and foreign to you, for a moment you wondered if all male penises looked like that but you pushed that thought aside as you found yourself not really wanting to ever know, as long as Eren's would be the only one you saw. You hand moved up and down, your thumb brushing across his tip as you swiped some of the liquid leaking out to use as lube.
You knew he was a few inches above average, the thickness was also enough to make you worry for a moment whether he would be able to fit in you as his fingers struggling to push inside of you were of any indication of how tight your body was. Either way you were determined to satisfy the both of you, the idea of him using you and watching his face come apart as he milked himself dry using only your pussy had your head feeling fuzzy with want. He rested his head on you, causing your body to lean back and you pressed one palm on your desk behind you and the other jerked him off a bit sloppily. His moans filled the space of your office, you secretly prayed to the gods that the scouts could be smart enough for once to not be injured or to be able to at least handle it themselves and your eyes flickered to the door for a moment.
"Eren," You murmured to the shell of his ear, his heavy breaths fanning across the span of your chest and you felt both your bodies getting hot. "The door, we need to lock the door."
His groan was the only response you got as he trailed kisses up your neck and shoulder, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes, he was such a guy sometimes. You began to lower yourself from the desk before his hand on your leg suddenly halted your movements and he gave you a lazy smile, his half lidded eyes softly rolling as he let out an obnoxious groan of annoyance.
"I'll do it." He didn't even bother to tuck himself back into his briefs, his dick fully erect as he made way to your door. You felt your hand falling to your side and you bit your lip as you thought about what you wanted to do twice before letting your own hand push the fabric of your underwear to the side once more. You rubbed at your clit lazily as you softly moaned, your eyes closing at the sensation and you smiled when you heard the soft, "Shit." coming from a few feet ahead of you. Eren's eyes were transfixed on you, the way your head rolled back as your moans became louder and higher pitched was making him painfully hard and he wanted-no needed to be inside of you before he was sure he would come right then and there.
Your eyes were still closed when you felt him settle between your legs once more, eyes hazy and smile lazy as you felt him tug your panties down your legs. Your ass lifted briefly to help and you giggled when he grunted in annoyance from having to shuffle backwards to slip them off completely. He laughed with you as his hand cupped you by your jaw, lips finding yours in a tender kiss and the hand that had been rubbing at your clit was used to steady yourself by his shoulder. His muscles flexed under your touch and your breaths intermingled as he stared at you with such an intensity that you felt your stomach flip. You looked down to where he rubbed his length along your folds and gulped.
"I-I'm nervous." You admitted, cheeks blushing and Eren kissed your temple.
"It's okay, I'll take care of you. Do you trust me?" You gasped at the intensity in his eyes, Eren Yeager was one who never beat around the bush and you felt tears pool around your eyes as you nodded. Everything leading up to this moment overwhelmed you suddenly, losing your family, gaining your dream job, becoming independent so quickly, and falling in love with a man who turned into what so many feared but who let you place` flower crowns on his head during tea parties. He continued to maintain eye contact with you, your lips parting and eyes partly closing as he began to push past your labia. It all felt too much, but you wouldn't want to be anywhere else in that exact moment Eren pressed his tip into your passageway. There was a bit of resistance and the guttural moan he released made your eyes widen in an audible gasp, he looked ethereal with reddened cheeks, a slacked opened jaw, eyes that looked close to tears, and thin layer of sweat making his dark brown locks stick to his forehead.
He pushed another inch in, trying his best to not act too quickly or too harshly. All he wanted to do was fucking ruin you. Mark you as his by impregnating you and watching as you took every drop of his semen. It seemed you wanted it too as your hips jerked forward and took in another inch.
"Eren, please." You had no idea what you were asking for, he was being slow and gentle and as much as you appreciated his mindfulness, it had been six long months and if you had to go through another night of humping your pillow or rubbing one out with only fantasies of Eren touching you (Sometimes even Levi, depending on how much alcohol you had consumed) you were gong to scream.
Another inch and a deep chuckle was his response. Your eyes were set ablaze as the realization that he was teasing you.
"Please what baby?"
"Give it to me." You whispered, your hand tugging at his hair harshly and the hiss of pain he released was simultaneous when he completely thrusted his entire length into you. Your thighs jerked at the sudden intrusion and the cry you let out was loud enough that if anybody were nearby, the would have assumed someone struck you. Your hand smacked against his chest, your breath ragged as you attempted to give Eren an angry glance but your pussy betrayed you as it clenched hard around him.
You both released a gasp when Eren fully bottomed out inside you. His hips flush against your parted thighs and your foreheads pressed against one another, lips brushing but not kissing yet as you two came to terms of what was being done. You and Eren were one, there was no going back from what was about to transpire and you silently prayed that he wouldn't regret it later.
"Stop being in your head," He murmured against your mouth, eyes looking into yours, "Be here..."
He gave a heavenly thrust and you felt his arms wrap themselves around your waist as he forced you to fall back onto your desk with a small uff and your hands fell onto his shoulders. Your legs locked around his waist and the new angle caused him to be deeper inside you, but he continued to stare at your with that same admiration from that day he had met you.
"With me."
You nodded slowly, kissing Eren for what felt like the first time. A bit shyly and unsure as your mouth moved against his slowly, you savored the taste of tea and something sweet from his tongue and you let one of your hands hold him by his face as the other found solace in his hair.
Eren began to thrust into you, the rhythm a bit off at first as you two tried to find what worked and when he dipped his hips a little and heard the string of filthy words leaving your mouth, he gave a knowing smirk.
"Hmm, right there princess?"
You panted, your tongue lolling out as his began to go faster. One of your hands shot out to the side to brace yourself on something when Eren began to fuck you harder and instead you turned to see you hand knocked your bottle of ink over, the deep blue liquid was spilling everywhere but before you could let your brain process the mess, Eren began to suck on the flesh of your neck that you exposed when you moved your head. You moaned as you closed your eyes at the overwhelming sensations of it all, your hands grabbing at the muscles in his back and you arched your own and pressed your chest into him.
"Oh fuck," Eren moaned out, "This pussy is so good. You're taking me so well, princess."
"Yeah?" You panted out, "Going to cum in me, baby?"
Eren picked himself up on his forearms, too preoccupied with how pretty your tits looks bouncing with each thrust to notice the your hair was sprawled all over and the upper part of his arm was touching something wet, he figured it was the sweat you two were producing with your coupling.
"I'm gonna get you pregnant, make you mine forever."
"I'm yours!" You screamed as his hips slammed particularly harder down onto your own.
"Choke me, make me a mommy, cum in me, just please don't stop fucking me." You cried out, and a new sort of excitement showed in his eyes, his hand cupped just below your jaw and the light pressure he put on you made you moan louder.
The sounds of skin smacking, panting breaths, and heavy moans filled the air. Eren coaxing you to come all over his dick as you begged him to not pull out of you echoed of the walls of your office. You went on like that for a good while and you giggled in realization that your silent wish for everyone to leave the two of you alone for a while had come true.
Unbeknownst to you two, there had almost been three interruptions. The first being Captain Levi who wanted to ask if mixing his blood pressure medicine with wine would be too dangerous, but when he heard you scream he almost barged in before the unmistakable moan that followed made him fully come to a halt. He didn't even think twice about what was transpiring, briefly remembering that Eren was in fact with you this morning before quickly turning around and hauled ass as far from the hallway as he could. He wasn't sure where he was heading before he stumbled into Erwin's office, the commander looking up to see his captain look like he just ran a marathon.
"Levi? You look like you just saw a ghost?" His eyebrows creased, "Are you okay?"
"Yeager isn't as dense as we thought."
Eren stood to his full height, grabbing at your ankles and moving your legs onto his shoulders to they were fully parallel to his body. You let out another giggle at how your ankles were now on either side of his head, but the small kiss he gave your right one made you let out a noise of adoration. He gripped your hips, smiling as he noted the streaks of something blue all over your chest and neck but decided against telling you as your pussy began to pulsate around him. There was no way in hell he was going to stop you from orgasming.
The second time was Sasha and Connie as they wanted to ask if eating candies with the wrapper still on was anything they needed to worry about, but the sounds of your desk scraping across the floor with Eren commending you for being a good girl and taking him so well made the both of them stare at each other with wide eyes. The "Huh?"'s they exchanged were amusing to anyone else and Sasha grabbed Connie by the collar before they hightailed out of there. Connie wanting to see if Eren had really been capable of pulling you and Sasha calling it bullshit and stating that the real reason was that he wanted to see you naked.
His thrusts became wild and sloppy, the slushing sounds you two were making was the hottest sounds you ever heard. You held onto his wrists, your smile wide and beautiful and Eren knew he wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer.
"I'm not gonna last long," He let you know, you nodded as you reached down to rub your clit in circles.
"Fuck, you look so hot." He blurted, his cheeks a deeper red and you gave him another soft smile.
"Thanks, baby. You too." His abs were going to be the death of you and you hoped you would get the chance to suck him off later to lick them one by one in foreplay.
You felt him begin to twitch in you and you knew you were so close, your rubbing speeding up as Eren's thrusts were becoming more sporadic. The way his eyes began to roll upwards had you chanting,
"I'm-I'm cumming!" Your moan was breathy and high as you felt your release overwhelm your senses, you felt euphoria as you moaned so loud that Jean and Floch who didn't believe Connie when he said that Eren had managed to bed you stared at each other with wide eyes and gaped mouths as they stood outside your door. Their cheeks red as they rushed down the hallway as if their asses were on fire, not even halfway down the stairs when they felt their collars yanked at so harshly they almost trampled down, Captain Levi's glare knowing as he began to reprimand them for being nosy pricks.
Eren's cock dove into you hard and you felt him pulsate as he shot long ropes of cum into you, his essence overflowing as he filled you to the brim and painted your insides white.
His moan was unbelievably loud and low, the "I love you." That followed didn't go unnoticed by you and the smile he gave, made you realize how much he meant it.
"I love you." Your answered back, he pushed your thighs to your chest when he lowered himself to kiss you. His cock softening inside you and he slowed his thrusts down and milked himself dry. He tapped his tip on your sensitive clit, making sure he was empty before tucking himself back into his boxers and jeans. The creampie in you was beginning to ooze out and he used his two fingers to push it back in, your hips bucking at the intrusion and you whined about your sensitivity.
You sat up, your hand going to fix your hair, only groaning slightly when you felt the ink on some strands already drying. You huffed before jumping down and fixing your dress. Eren was putting his shirt back on, his back slightly turned to you and your eyes widened in embarrassment at seeing the blue ink in what was obviously your finger prints streaked all over. You looked down and saw that it had well faded from your hands, transferring to your lover who put on his jacket. You shrugged, figuring no one would see it and you could wash your hands later. Your hair would be a bit tricky to explain but you would be home to shower soon anyway, which reminded you-
"Do you want to stay over tonight?" You blurted, scaring Eren as his eyes widened, you bit the inside of your cheek and fumbled with your fingers.
He smiled, walking up to you and kissing you on the lips before replying, "I would love to. I have to do some work today, and pack an overnight bag but I'll be home by dinner." His eyes looked you over, stifling a laugh when he saw the marks of blue ink on your neck, debating on telling you but not being able to deny how cute they looked on you, a gentle reminder of what happened just moments ago and an odd turn on for him to think of it as him marking you as his, the lovebite also on the side making him watch you with love.
You nodded before giving a follow-up question, "Chicken or fish?"
"Fish." He nodded, you grabbed a few papers from your desk drawer and Eren asked if you were all set before taking your hand into his as the two of you began to walk out the office, you mentioned having to speak to Erwin about the cadet recovering from a broken limb and Eren listened patiently, your hands swinging in between the two of you and you both relished at how easy it felt to transition into a life of domestication together. He walked you to Erwin's office, his knuckles knocking on the door before a loud, "One minute!" replied.
You both shared a look of confusion before shrugging and stepping to the side. You fixing his hair and Eren's hand resting on top of your hips when the office door opened. You both turned to see Jean and Floch who sported sullen faces, their arms swinging in front of them as if they were children just denied a cone of ice cream.
"Boys?" You called, your free hand interlocking with Eren who stood in place as you took a step toward the pair. "Everything alright?"
They looked between you and Eren, Jean seeing the ink marks on your neck and seeing Eren's hair haphazard was enough to make him look to the floor, his cheeks reddening and Eren could only smirk. Floch was the opposite, he couldn't take his eyes off you as his face held a permanent grimace and you wondered if he was constipated.
"Baby," Eren called, tugging you back to him and Jean scoffed, Possessive ass is already showing her off. He thought to himself.
"They just got yelled at by Erwin, whatever they did was obviously bad, just leave them be."
You nodded in understanding, giving them a comforting smile and Floch didn't miss the knowing look in Eren's eyes.
"Sorry to hear about that. If you two ever need anything, you know where my office is."
"Yeah, that's the problem." Captain Levi's voice came from the doorway. Jean and Floch mumbled a quick goodbye before scurrying away and you couldn't help but fall into deeper confusion.
The captain and Eren exchanged looks before Eren bent to kiss your cheek.
"I got to go. I'll see you later, princess." You blushed at the nickname and public display, murmuring a soft okay in reply as your boyfriend? walked away from you.
You gave Levi a smile which he didn't return, you didn't miss the small blush on his cheeks and you figured it was from seeing such intimacy from Eren. You were almost positive Levi was still a virgin. Walking into Erwin's office, you all but skipped the man's desk, falling beside him and giving him a bright smile which he returned.
"Hey Erwin, just wanted to update you on the cadet's recovery plan. He should be back in training in a few months if he listens to my instructions, think you can help me?"
"Sure what do you need?"
"Well, I'd need you to sign these release forms first." You shrugged putting the papers in front of him, you looked at his desk and grabbed the pen, "Where's your ink?"
The chuckle the two men gave you made your eyebrows furrow in confusion.
"What?"
"Seems like you're wearing it, Doc." Levi's eyes flickered to your neck.
You let out a gasp and your hands slapped to cover you and the laughs that followed only made you blush furiously.
Dammit, You thought, Eren you idiot.
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Smooth Sailing
This is a terrible idea, James thought to himself, the “idea” here being a body swap with the captain of his parent’s prized yacht. Then again, if he hadn’t lied to that smokin’ hot chick from the party about knowing how to drive a boat, he wouldn’t have had to swap bodies with the old fart in the first place.
Conversely, captain McFadden was having the time of his life. He’d always had a soft spot for the Thurston’s incredibly dumb — and incredibly hot 27-year-old son, though “soft” wasn’t exactly a good word to describe the captain’s feelings for James, since it was difficult to stay “soft” whenever James would stumble into the bridge, drunk, half-naked and asking for some stupid shit like “can I snap a pic with the big wheel for my insta?”
But what James has asked for that day exceeded even the wildest expectations of the horny, middle-aged captain. “It’ll only be for an hour,” James pleaded (as if McFadden needed convincing) “just make it look like I know how to sail, and then we can swap back. I promise!” James spoke as if he were getting the better end of the bargain. This girl must be really hot, the captain thought, though he might not be the best person to judge that. He was very, very gay, and getting to spend some time in the young man’s photo-ready body had been a fantasy he’d jerked off to many-a-time.
So they came to an agreement: one hour in each other’s bodies. The cap would show off his “legendary” sailing skills, while James would stand back, and wait until his girl was properly impressed. They’d swap back, and it would be as if nothing had ever happened.
But things rarely go according to plan when it comes to swapping bodies. Because who’s to say which parts of you get swapped… and which parts stick around?
Everything seemed normal at first. Well, as “normal” as things could be after a body swap. McFadden felt incredible: the first thing he noticed was how much lighter he was. He’d jumped from 270 pounds to 185 — and lost all of the body fat he’d been accumulating from sitting behind the wheel for the last forty years. He must have spent five full minutes just posing in the mirror, running his hands over James’ muscles.
“Stop that!” James pleaded in the captain’s raspy old voice. He, on the other hand, felt weird as fuck. He gripped his fatty, flabby new body with a mix of wonder and disgust. The captain had really let himself go, and now James was paying the price. He also had to keep itching and adjusting McFadden’s package; turns out his body wasn’t the only thing about him that was “big.”
Jesus, James thought, I didn’t need to know how big this guy’s dick is. Gross! He kept reminding himself that this was a means to an end, that in less than an hour, he’d be back in his cabin, back with is girl, and balls deep inside her.
And that’s when James began to notice something was wrong. Because all of the sudden, the thought of fucking his girl made his dick shrivel and shrink (which, thankfully, made it easier to walk around). But every time he looked at his own body behind the wheel, sweaty and smiling and shirtless, he had to struggle to hide his erection. Maybe I’m just a little obsessed with myself, James reasoned. But this was no ordinary narcissism; James and the captain hadn’t just swapped bodies…
They’d swapped sexualities.
“Where’s the horn?” Jame’s girl asked in a dumb, airy voice. They were all three in the bridge now: McFadden at the helm, his girl on his lap, and James standing awkwardly behind the E.O.T. in an attempt to hide his criminally large boner.
“You wanna hear it?” McFadden said seductively. Never in a million years would he have expected to be turned on by such a ditsy, feminine presence. But the way she studied his body with those “fuck me” eyes made a tent in James’ $100 board shorts. As he reached up to blare the fog horn, he let his erect cock brush against the side of her thigh. With one hand, he honked the horn, forcing James to jump back in surprise. With the other, he slipped a finger under her hot pink bikini. Just as he suspected: she was wet as the ocean.
“Thanks a bunch cap,” McFadden said as he hoisted the giggling girl over his shoulder and made for the door, “I’ll be in my cabin if you need me.” He gave her ass a hearty slap, causing her to squeal.
“W—wait!” James stammered, sweating like a stuck pig. “Y—you said—“
“Said what?” The captain smiled. Then, he leaned in and whispered: “it’s only been twenty minutes, son. I’ve still got forty. That was the deal, right? One hour?”
As much as James hated to admit it, the old fart was right. McFadden pointed down at his former crotch. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll have a lot of fun taking care of that.”
And with that, they were gone, leaving James alone, frustrated, and horny as all hell. Just as the captain had been every day sailing on the Thurston’s yacht.
He spun around and dropped his pants. McFadden’s dick was even bigger than it felt, near the size of a beer can and leaking fresh pre all over the spotless deck. James wanted to feel disgusted. He wanted to gag at the sight of the fat old captain’s hairy bear cock — his cock.
But more than anything, he wanted to stroke it. He wanted his own, hot muscular body to get down on all fours and suck it dry. He wanted to bend over the radar and let his own body take him from behind. He wanted to be fucked. He wanted to be used. He wanted… to… oh no…
“GAGHHH!” James growled as he soaked the bridge with his cum. Turns out McFadden was a grower, a shower, and a shooter. James would never look at the salty sea captain the same way again, not now that he knew what the poor guy had to endure watching him strut around the boat half-naked all the time. Sometimes, it takes walking around in someone else’s shoes to learn some decency and respect. James had to learn that the hard way.
The very, very hard way.
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