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kasdan · 6 months

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𝐸𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝐹𝑢𝑟𝑦 {𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 9}

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a/n: so sorry for the delay in this chapter the time has just flown by me and before i knew november was over like damn halloween was just yesterday chill. anyhoo i hope you enjoy the chapter lovelies<33

Summary: frank gets settled into the motel and you wait for him to get better as things start to heat up between the two of you before settling as quickly as it starts

Pairing: frank castle x reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, frank needs a hug, was quite literally twirling my hair and kicking my feet writing this

Word count: 2.2k

Chapter song: this side of paradise - coyote theory

The room grows quiet after Curtis leaves. My gaze focuses on Frank’s body on the bed, and I can’t bring myself to look away from him. Curtis said that he would be alright, and I believe him, but there’s still a part of me that’s worried sick, and I can’t understand why I’m panicking this much over someone who I’ve only known for a couple of weeks.

David leaves a little bit after Curtis, claiming he has to get something back at his place. I try questioning him on if we’d be safe here, not knowing if I was tracked here from the house, but he insists that we’ll be fine as long as I try not to use much of my powers while he’s gone.

I don’t get much more in before he’s leaving, and I’m left alone with the still unconscious man in the bed across from me. I find myself staring at the rise and fall of Frank’s chest again, making sure it’s steady and doesn’t stop.

There’s a slight panic feeling in my chest on what I would do if he stops breathing, but I have to tell myself that he’s going to be fine, and it won’t come to that.

I sigh and fall back on the bed, not being able to bring myself to do much else. I lay on my side, still able to see Frank from my position. It’s not long before I feel my eyes drifting shut, the events of the night finally taking its toll on me.

I try my best to keep my eyes open, not wanting to miss if something starts to happen to Frank, but my body says otherwise, soon falling into a world of darkness.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea.” I look at the green-eyed girl in front of me, who’s currently trying her best to make the piece of plastic she has as sharp as she can.

“We can’t live like this, you’ve never even been outside. Don’t you ever wonder what life outside this building is?” I admit that I’ve wanted to know what the outside was like ever since the girl came in and started raving about it. I just don’t think this plan is the best thing we could do.

The click of the door sounds, and she quickly shoos me away to the other side of the room and hides the sharp object behind her. A guard comes in with food trays and drops one in front of me before going over to the other girl in the room to drop another tray in front of her.

He turns to walk away, however before he can get out of the room, the smaller girl is jumping on his back and reaching her short arms around his neck, jabbing the sharp object into his skin.

The guard jerks his body around, attempting to throw the small person off of him as his neck starts to bleed. I jump up and as quietly as I can, and I walk towards him, reaching for the key badge he wears on his belt.

I get a grasp on it before a hand harshly grips mine. I let out a sharp cry when I feel something in my wrist pop and look up to see the guard sneering down at me.

He manages to get the girl off his back, slamming her into the wall so she falls to the ground at the impact. I have no chance to try and check on her before more guards rush into the room and I’m dragged out into the hallway.

“NO, LET ME GO! ELLIE!” I start screaming as I’m picked up and carried down the hall. I can see three other guards around Ellie, dragging her in the opposite direction of the hallway I was going in. She isn’t moving and I find myself thrashing around in the grip of the guard holding me trying to get to her, but it’s no use and I watch her get dragged out of sight, not knowing it’s the last time I’ll ever get to see her.

I find myself jerking awake, the memory fading away in my brain. It takes me a minute to remember where I am, looking over at Frank’s body and expecting him to still be asleep, but I am surprised when I find his eyes looking back at me.

“You’re awake.” I find myself jumping up off the bed to his side. “How do you feel?” I sit down next to him on the bed, observing him to see if there are any immediate worries.

He doesn’t say anything, instead bringing his hand up to swipe his thumb across my cheek. I’m taken aback, and I realize that there were tears that fell down my face while I was sleeping.

I turn my head down to look down at my knee, his hand sliding off my cheek to fall to his side. I take my hand to rub the other side of my face to get rid of any other tears.

“Don’t.” Frank’s hand comes back to grip my chin, and I turn my head back towards him until I’m looking into his eyes.

“Don’t what?” My voice comes out just above a whisper as Frank lets his hand rest on my cheek again.

“Hide from me.” His voice is gruff, and he goes to talk more but ends up in a coughing fit. I quickly reach for the cup of water Curtis left on the nightstand next to the bed for this situation and hold it up to his mouth so he can take a sip. “Thanks.” I place the cup back down on the nightstand and go to sit down on the bed I was once asleep on before I feel a grip on my wrist, stopping me.

I turn my body around to see Frank’s hand around my wrist, pulling me back towards the bed he’s on. There’s something in me that’s hesitant to sit that close to him again, and I don’t know why. “I don’t want to hurt you.” I make up the first excuse that comes to mind: not wanting to be this close to him when I can feel my hands start to shake and my heart start to beat faster in my chest.

“You’re not gonna hurt me.” He insists, and I have no choice but to sit down next to him. My gaze falls to my lap again, and I start messing with my fingers, not knowing what else to do. “Hey,” he says, placing one of his hands in mine to stop their movement, and I raise my head to meet his eyes. “You okay?” I swallow hard and can only nod at him, not trusting my voice in the moment.

Silence takes over the room for a minute before I clear my throat. “I should be asking you that question.” Frank lets out a chuckle at my statement, taking his hand off of mine, and it takes all of my restraint to not reach for him to keep it there.

“‘M fine; don’t worry bout me.” It’s not so convincing when he lets out a grunt, trying to get his body to sit up against the headboard. I go to stop him from moving any further, but he just shakes his head at me and pushes himself all the way up.

He’s out of breath by the time he’s lifted himself up, and I find myself looking at him in worry, causing him to give me a short smile as if telling me not to worry.

“How’d I get here?” He looks around the room as he talks, taking in the unfamiliar scenery.

“I drove you.” His head stops looking around to suddenly look back at me as if I have two heads. And then he starts laughing.

“You,” he pauses between laughs. “You drove me?” He laughs until he suddenly cringes and holds his side, forcing him to calm down.

“It’s not funny; I thought you were going to die.” Once he’s calmed down, his gaze softens at me.

“‘M sorry, darlin', it just caught me off guard. Wasn’t expectin’ you to be able to drive me outta there. ‘M proud of you.” He grabs my hand while he’s speaking, gripping it softly, and it doesn’t help my pounding heart in the slightest.

My mind isn’t working; I want to say something, but no words come out, and if they do, I feel they wouldn’t make any sense. I open my mouth to try and say something before my eyes glance over Frank’s torso, seeing the shirt he’s wearing start to turn crimson.

“You’re bleeding.” My body reacts on its own, immediately getting closer to him in order to check it. He tries to push me off and wave it off like he’s fine, but I’m not having it.

I lift his shirt to find the wrap Curtis put on him getting soaked through with blood, and I’m immediately reaching for the container that was left behind for this exact reason. Before he left, Curtis showed me what to use to replace his bandage with when he needed it, but I figured that David would be the one to handle it if it got to that point. There’s no sign of David coming back anytime soon, so I’ll just have to do my best to change them myself. This somehow makes my hands shake even more than they were before.

“I can do that—” Frank reaches out to grab the wrap from my hands, but I shake my head and pull it out of his reach before he can get a hold of it.

“I can do it.” I insist, starting to unravel the now-red old wrap from his abdomen, apologizing when I hear him wince slightly at my movement.

I throw the old cloth into the garbage by the bed and prepare to put the clean one on, but I have to first wipe off the excess blood around the wound. I go to fill up the small bowl left by the sink in the corner of the room, bringing it back by Frank’s side to start cleaning up the wound.

I glance up to find Frank’s gaze on me, looking deep in thought. “What? Are you okay?” I go to pull away from his body before he quickly shakes his head, reaching for my arm to keep me there.

“Yeah, I’m good.” I can tell his mind is somewhere else as he speaks, his gaze drifting away from mine.

"What's wrong?" He swallows and turns his head back up to look at me with the most intensity I've seen in him. His hand finds its way back to my cheek, fingers grazing it gently, and I instinctively feel my head turning to keep his hand pressed there.

"I'm afraid." He just about whispers, and I have to comprehend if he actually said anything, but the way his eyes are piercing into mine, I know he did. I open my mouth to question him, but his thumb runs across the bottom of my lip, causing me to forget what I was about to say. "Of gettin' too close—wantin' to get closer." He lets out a soft chuckle while shaking his head, and I can't help but just sit there, wanting to know what else he's going to say.

"To tell ya the truth, you scare me." I can feel my face drop at his words, and I go to pull away from him, my head going to face the ground again, but before I can do anything, he shakes his head, keeping my head up to face him. "Lemme finish."

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before opening them again to look back at me. "The feeling I get when I'm with you—it scares the hell outta me." He doesn't say anything else, instead grabbing one of my hands and placing it on his chest. I can feel his heartbeat pounding, my own's rhythm not being far off from his.

His hand lets go of my wrist, but I find myself keeping my hand on him, not wanting to remove it from him just yet. Our eyes lock, and I have no idea how long we're sitting there for. Time seems to move in slow motion, and I can feel him pushing forward towards me, causing my arm to move backwards towards my own body.

Curiosity fills my features when my arm is the only thing separating our bodies—not pressed as harshly against it as it once was, but now just simply staying there. I can see the questioning look in his eyes as if he's debating something, but he ends up shaking his head and leaning his body back on the bed, turning his head to look at the wall.

"Frank-"

"'M sorry." Our voices are barely audible, and I'm not sure what just happened or what's exactly going on in Frank's head, but I figure it's for the best that I leave it be for now. Instead, I work on putting the clean wrap on his wound in silence.

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vldsideblog · 8 months

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Okay so this is my most recent oneshot. It’s been up on ao3 for a few day, but I decided why not post it here as well

It’s set right after they get back to Keith’s shack after finding Shiro and is silly and a bit heart felt. I hope you enjoy

Before the beginning

Shiro was still unconscious as Keith carried him from the hoverbike. Technically, Lance was also carrying Shiro cause he refused to be normal and just let Keith do it. But he still bore most of the weight of his brothers limp body.

“This is where you live?” The short kid with bushy brown hair asked incredulously. They looked familiar, but Keith couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Before the group stood his small desert cabin. Well, cabin was a nice word for what was basically a shack.

“Yeah,” Lance added from Shiro’s other side. “It looks like it’ll collapse if we go inside.”

Keith rolled his eyes. “You’ll be fine city boy.” And with that he kept walking, half of his miraculously alive brother's weight on his shoulder. Lance was forced to follow, though he obviously wasn’t very happy about being called a city boy.

“Are you sure we won’t be traced back here?” Asked the tall boy with an orange bandana tied around his forehead. He was fidgeting nervously with his hands as he spoke. “We had a lot of cars on our tail. What if they followed us?”

Keith didn’t bother looking at him while he answered. “They’d be crazy to jump that cliff. Plus no one knows about this place. I’ve been here for a year and no one’s ever bothered me.” The porch creaked beneath his boots as he jiggled the doorknob and pushed open the door with a foot.

“You jumped that cliff, doesn’t that make you crazy?” Asked the big guy.

“Who do you think taught me that trick?” Keith nudged his head towards Shiro and the other teens eyes went wide.

“Wait,” Lance glanced over at him, peering over Shiro’s bowed head. “Why’d you come here, don’t you have family or something?”

Keith saw the bespectacled teen stiffen out of the corner of his eye but chose to ignore it for now. “That’s none of your damn business.” And he stepped through the doorway.

Nothing much had changed in the two hours or so he’d been gone, but it felt different now that there were people milling about and touching his stuff. Lance and he carefully set Shiro down on the couch and Keith threw a blanket over him. Now that the sun had set the ground would soon lose its heat and the chill would set in. As much of a reputation for scorching heat the desert got, it could also be cold as all get out, as his Pop liked to say when he would tuck Keith into bed with his big blanket. I don’t need to think about that right now. There’s other stuff to worry about. He shook his head to dispel the bitter memory.

Keith settled himself down on the arm rest on the couch and crossed his arm defensively. He wasn’t a fan of new people, especially ones who were quite literally invading his home.

“Oh, we should introduce ourselves right?” The small one with glasses spoke up from the other side of the room where they were looking at the few books stacked on the floor. “I’m Pidge Gunderson.” They stared directly into his eyes at that, as if daring him to say otherwise. Weird.

“Oh, hi I’m Hunk,” the tallest one added.

“And I, as you know, am Lance.” The brown eyed boy finished his introduction with an extra hand flourish and Keith just felt like rolling his eyes. Why do there have to be other people here? Shiro’s my brother, I don’t need a group of random Garrison recruits to help him.

“Great.” Keith drew out the word sarcastically. I’m Keith. Now can you all stop touching my stuff.” It wasn’t a question.

Hunk immediately pulled his hands back from where he was inspecting a sheet on the wall and Pidge put a book about aliens back on the dusty shelf. Lance hadn’t even bothered messing up his house and was staring at Shiro with confusion.

“How is he alive,” he began in awe. “Like, didn’t he crash in space?” Keith grated his teeth and just shouldered Lance out of his way, he didn’t like other people being near his incapacitated brother, not after he just got him back. Lance threw up his hands and stalked over to Hunk in annoyance.

Unexpectedly Pidge spoke up, so far he’d been pretty quiet. “Well, it’s obviously some kind of conspiracy. The Garrison's best pilot disappears into space with the rest of the crew, only to show up a year later alive, and with a metal arm. That’s suspicious. Especially since as soon as he showed up they knocked him out.”

“D’you think they all got abducted by aliens?” Hunk questioned.

Pidge pushed up his glasses. “It would have to be that right? That spacecraft definitely wasn’t from earth. We don’t have that kind of technology.” Pidge decidedly sat down on the worn pine floorboards and began tapping at his jaw with a finger. “That means the rest of the crew might be alive as well.” It was almost a whisper, as if a hope only he understood. But Keith got it. Matt had been a friend, and Mr Holt a good man. He sincerely hoped they were alive somewhere.

Hunk lowered himself to the floor as well with Lance following suit. The lanky teen leaned against his friend's side with a huff of fatigue. Keith seated himself on the floor leaning up against the couch. He almost felt like a guard dog, protecting his brother from harm. Though he feared it might be too late for that sentiment to mean much.

“We won’t have any exact information until Shiro wakes up,” Keith said with gruff resignation. “It’s probably best if we all rest. I’m assuming you can’t all sneak back into the Garrison and leave me alone?”

“Nope,” Lance said with his eyes beginning to droop. “We’d get our asses handed to us if we tried to go back.”

“I guess you can stay for the night then.” Keith accepted his fate. “But don’t mess with my stuff.”

Everyone nodded their agreement.

“Do you have anything to eat here?” Hunk asked with a bit of hesitation. “It’s been a while since we’ve eaten.” There goes the ‘not touching my stuff’ plan.

Keith groaned but pointed at the small makeshift kitchen. “There’s some canned beans and meat in there, knock yourself out I guess.”

Hunk looked a bit offended at the prospect of canned beans and meat with nothing else but he got up anyway and walked the few feet to the kitchen.

“Wow, dude. You don’t even have condiments in here.” Hunk said bluntly.

“There’s ketchup in the back of the fridge.” Keith called out.

“Seriously, ketchup. I am a chef, what am I supposed to do with ketchup?” Lance snickered and Pidge ignored the entire scene, opting to pull out a tablet.

“I usually mix it with the beans.” Keith stated, standing up to grab some things from a small closet.

“You're a disgrace to food.”

“This is my house, leave my taste out of it.”

Hunk grumbled something as he set about heating up the meat and beans. He opted to leave the ketchup in the fridge.

Keith huffed as he grabbed the few spare blankets he had. Most were ripped in places and overall worse for wear. But there were enough for everyone sans himself. Not like it’s my first time going without a blanket.

“We’ll be sleeping on the floor tonight,” Keith said gruffly as he passed out the blankets.

Lance squaked, “The floor? How am I supposed to get my beauty sleep on the floor?”

“Get over it pretty boy.” Keith quipped before settling back on the floor against the couch. Lance gasped and put a hand over his heart in offense, a small dusting of red graced his cheeks. Then realizing his expression he stuck his tongue out at the other boy, ruining what little grace he’d had. Keith ignored him.

A thin silence had spread over the small cabin, only the noises of breathing and Hunk scraping at a metal pan indicated life. Lance was leaned up against the wooden door with his blanket, he seemed deep in thought. Pidge was writing something down in a small notebook, and Keith realized why he looked familiar. The kid across the room looked like a carbon copy of Matt, glasses, askew hair, freckles and all.

Katie. I haven't seen her in a while. Keith almost spoke up before realizing that everyone had referred to them as Pidge, using he/him pronouns as well as a fake last name. Huh. She must be undercover. She pulled that stunt before I left and got banned from the campus. She’s probably trying to dig up the Garrison’s dirty laundry. Honestly, good for her. She definitely got farther than I did.

He chose not to blow their cover, but maybe he could pull her aside later for a conversation.

A few tense minutes later Hunk called from the other room. “Heyo, I finished heating this stuff up.” Lance bounced up at the prospect of food, and Pidge stuffed his notebook back into his bag, zipping it closed.

Keith stood and took a look at the sleeping face of his brother. It was definitely Shiro, but with the scar over his nose and metal prosthetic something must’ve happened to him. Keith shook his head, he didn’t have the energy to think this all through right now, he needed to eat.

Pidge stared into his small portion of food with distaste, the spoon he held was old and bent out of shape from use. He scarfed it down as fast as possible as to avoid the taste.

Hunk and Lance had a similar reaction to unseasoned canned food.

Keith grabbed the ketchup from the fridge and squirted a large portion into his bean and meat mix. It tasted like childhood.

Hunk made and face and finished off his food.

Pidge and Hunk made a show of washing the dishes in his dirty sink while Lance wandered back into the main room where Shiro slept. The brown eyed boy plopped down by his designated blanket and lay down on the pine floorboards, not without complaining about the situation though.

Pidge and Hunk joined him soon after and chose to rest as well, it was late and the sun had gone down hours ago. Lance snuggled up to Hunk opting to use him as a pillow.

Keith wanted this all go on in silence from his perch on the kitchen counter, before standing up and turning off the overhead lights. He didn’t mind the dark, he’d always had excellent night time vision, a thing that had always baffled Shiro and Adam when they found him up late at night eating dry cereal in a dark kitchen.

After looking out of each window to check for possible danger and sat himself down by the couch, his back up to it. He pulled the blanket over Shiro a bit snugger and whispered into the night. “Good to have you back ‘Kashi.”

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nixie-writes · 1 year

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Nixie and Husk, out on the town, bar hopping and being followed by their favourite, bored Deer man.

They're too intoxicated to fight off a whole bunch of Vox's guys who recognize Husk. They fall unconscious pretty quickly.

They wake up in Willows patient room. She tells them that they stumbled in pretty beat up, but in actuality it was Alastor that helped them. He just doesn't want Nixie to lose that good ol' scepticism about him and thinks her hating him is for everyone's best interest.

Willows thinks it's stupid but she does as he very politely asks.

(yes I just summarized an entire story but I like seeing how others would see it in their mind compared to mine)

I'll put this under the cut because three pages long. Thanks for the fic idea lol

I fluffed out the little puff of water atop my head and smoothed out the dress I wore only for these occasions. I did a little twirl in front of the mirror to make sure the dress fit my features and, satisfied with the dress, I finally left my room. Husk stood at his bar without a drink for once, waiting patiently for me - as patient as that man will ever be at least. Upon hearing my footsteps he turned in my direction and blinked slowly. “You look nice,” he grunted, trying to hide his pink face. I chose to not mention it this time, to save his pride. “I’m all ready, are you?” I inquired. Husk nodded; “yeah, let’s get out of here”. Taking one of his claws in my hand we slithered out of the hotel unseen and walked off to go bar hopping, as we usually did on anniversaries or special occasions.

“They’re gone,” my shadow reported to me. I nodded my head slowly, setting down a cup of jasmine tea Willow had made for me earlier to calm my nerves. I closed my book, placed a bookmark to hold my page, and set it on my intable. Standing up I stretched, my tail quivering with the intensity of the stretch. Slipping into a shadow I decided to follow the two outside and see what they did on these days. And to make sure they don’t get hurt but, that’s my secret. Sliding outside, clinging to the shadows, I watched the two make their way out onto the streets, Nixie holding Husk’s claw tightly. Was she nervous or excited…? Regardless of that I watched as the two entered the first bar, a little dive nearby the hotel with cheap champagne. This should be interesting.

The first bar we reached was a little alcove surrounded by moss and other living things. Maybe I could get some jasmine beer? It was worth a try I suppose. We entered the bar, my fingers still tight around Husk’s claw, and I looked around; the bar was tiny and filled with pictures of different flora. Maybe Willow would like the place for its decor? We chose a small spot to settle down in and I ordered two beers while Husk ordered a bottle of vodka. How that man stomached vodka was beyond my knowledge. We drank our drinks and stood up to leave. I was already tipsy but Husk seemed fine. He looped an arm over my shoulders to keep me steady and brought me outside to find another bar. I felt a chill run up my spine as I eyed an alleyway but shrugged it off. This area of Pentagram was creepy regardless of why. Stumbling alongside Husk we searched for another bar to hit up.

‘So they’re already getting intoxicated,’ I thought. How fun. Perhaps I’ll keep following them and see what mischief they get into when they’re drunk.

The next bar we hit up was a flashy casino with a friendly barista. Husk spent his time pouring different drinks down the hatch and playing Poker. I sipped on a Baileys in coffee and stood behind him, counting the cards to tell him when to fold, go all in and win us some cash for the next bar. I tipped the barista generously for providing all the alcohol. At one point Husk and I were drinking from the same bottle, laughing when we won the jackpot. Math finally came in handy. Of course we were kicked out after we cashed out and the manager threatened us for winning the pot but we shrugged it off. To the next bar and to hoping it has a casino.

I was walking alongside Husk, trying to not fall over and giggling like an impling. I was using my phone to try to find another nearby bar. There were a few in the area. The question was, which one first? I pointed out one on my phone to Husk, it was another flashy bar with a strip section, though I kept that part out of the conversation. Sinners are easy to sway with sex. The trip there would take a good 30 minutes following the roads but by cutting through an alleyway it would only take 10. We were terribly intoxicated and inhibitions were left at the casino so we took the alley.

As we were stumbling along, I felt something hard crash into my cheek. Glancing down I noticed a rock. Who threw a rock at me? I dusted off my cheek and continued walking. It was as we were exiting the alleyway that we were surrounded. Sinners of every kind had us cornered, rushing behind us to block our only exit. Swallowing vomit I pulled my fists up in a defensive stance. “You wanna fight, bitch?” I slurred. A sinner tossed a handful of salt on my arm and I squealed, my arm burning as the salt absorbed my water. I hissed and used my good arm to toss a scalding hot bubble of water at his face. It landed on his face and he turned away, crying out at the pain of his boiling face.

Husk was bushy fending off two sinners who were trying to get a hold of his wings. I ran water around their feet ensuring they slipped and lost grip. I turned my attention back to the sinners surrounding us. We were outmatched and outnumbered and we were both drunk as hell. I lifted another bubble in the air and began to swirl it in a little whirlpool to sweep them off their feet but one in my blindsight kicked me behind my knees and I buckled, landing ungracefully on my face. I rolled over, hissing, prepared to fend for myself but a hard blow to my temple rendered me almost blind. The world around me blurred until I could hardly make out shapes. A flash of red came into my vision and I felt darkness dragging me down. I fought to stay awake but I couldn’t bring myself to keep my eye open any longer. Dropping my head against the concrete I allowed myself to succumb to the darkness welling in my head.

I kicked the door three times, a body slung over each shoulder. After a moment Angel Dust opened the door, stepping to the side in surprise. “Holy shit, what happened to those two?! They look like shit.” He commented as he followed me to Willow’s in-hotel clinic. I didn’t answer that, nor any more of Angel’s questions. I gently pushed the door to the clinic open with my knee and entered, clearing my throat to catch Willow’s attention. She was busy watering a Venus Flytrap when I entered. She didn’t turn, only replying with a tart “I’m busy, come see me later”. I sighed and set both Husker’s and Nixie’s bodies on gurneys.

When Willow noticed Husker and Nixie unconscious on the beds she jumped a little, forgetting her plant and rushing over to examine Nixie first, then Husker. “What happened to them??” She asked me. I blinked sympathetically at her. “These two dumbasses are sloppy drunks who can’t fight after a few drinks and I had to assist them after they passed out surrounded by some of Vox’s lower demons.” I explained briefly, turning to leave.

“Wait,” Willow called after me. I turned to look at her, those big brown eyes gazing into mine with so many questions. “Yes, dearest?” He inquired. “Does Nixie know you helped?” She asked boldly. I chuckled and shook my head. “No, and it’s best that way.” I answered. She sighed and popped a hand on her hip. “When are you two going to get along? She’s always at your neck! If she knows you brought her in for help maybe she’d be nicer to you,” she explained. I smiled sweetly. “My dear, it’s so much more entertaining to see her suspicions and her hatred for me. We go back further than you, you know that right? When I wreaked havoc on all of Pentagram City and the Pride ring, she stepped in and fought me in the name of Hellborns who were affected by my ‘reign of terror’ as she puts it. She hates my guts, and it’s best for everyone that she does, otherwise she may become too comfortable with me and I’ll lose the most entertaining part of this hotel assembly”. Willow released a long discontented sigh. “Fine, have it your way. Now leave so I can take care of these two,” she ordered. “As you wish, my love,” I winked as I exited the clinic, leaving behind me a blushing green plant woman.

I awoke to a pounding headache and groaned. My temple felt like it was split open and my arm burned. My eye was sore and my stomach ached. I could taste blood in my mouth and I could smell bleach. When I opened my eye I could only see blurry shapes at first, though it swiftly changed to the familiar scene of Willow’s clinic.

“You’re awake!” I heard Willow’s voice over the pounding of blood in my ears. I turned my head, despite the pain, and looked at her. “The fuck happened last night?” I asked her. She rolled her eyes. “You mean the other night? You’ve been asleep for a whole day.” She explained as she grabbed a needle of some fluid. “Husk has been awake for a little bit but he’s in about the same shape you are.” I turned my neck in the opposite direction and saw Husk, sitting up, face in his claws nursing his own hangover. His left wing was missing feathers and he had a few new, sore looking scars along his side. I felt genuinely terrible for him. Forcing myself to sit up I examined myself. There was bandaging wrapped around my arm where it burned and my body throbbed in pain. Willow approached me and aimed the needle at my arm. “Just a poke,” she assured as she prepared to stick it in. Liar, it hurt like a bitch.

“Okay, that’ll take care of the pain for a little while,” Willow spoke as she threw away the used needle. “You two got into a drunk fight and passed out. A good samaritan brought you two in and I treated your injuries. Now you just need to heal.” She explained herself as she approached the door to the clinic. “You’ll have to stay here overnight so I can watch you, after that you’re back to your rooms with no alcohol.” She opened the door and left, closing it behind her. I turned to Husk. “Do you think we won?” I asked in a cheeky tone. He snorted. “I’ll bet if we weren’t shit faced we would have won.” I nodded my head. “My last memory is boiling a sinner’s face off, that was pretty cool,” I commented. Husk rolled his eyes. “At least I have these new scars, the women will be all over me!” He showed off his scars. I scoffed. “You’ve got a woman all over you already, that should be enough.”

#hazbin hotel oc #nixie #nixie x husk #willow x alastor

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eeunoia · 3 years

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Hi. Can I request a Jay fic just like Ni-ki's in "Enhypen as Campus Hearthrobs" and can it be with Sunghoon? Tysm <3

I love your stories so much. Take care always! I love you 💜

hello bb, here you go! Jay’s kind of a playboy here. But still the concept is still there. Btw, enjoy! Thank you so much for requesting anon! Ily <3

ENHYPEN Imagines

pairing: jay park x reader

summary: you were in love with the campus playboy and he wanted nothing but plain hook ups.

warning: a bit spicy.

word count: 5.5k

a/n: It was long, lmao sorry. This was a request from the concept of Niki’s in my campus heart-throb series. You guys seems like to love his plot a lot because this was the second time it was requested. Anyway, enjoy reading this! 🌸

“Y/n!” you rolled your eyes when you heard the voice of your brother from outside of your room. Instead of responding, you continued flipping through the pages of the book you were holding and ignored him.

“Y/n!” he once again called out and you can’t hold it anymore so you shoot glares towards your door.

“What do you want?” you hissed at him.

“Aren’t you at least gonna send me off? Give me some hug or something?” you’re not quite sure if he’s being sincere or he’s trying to piss you off.

You let go of the book and marched towards the door to open it. There, in front of you was your twin brother, all dressed up, ready to go out and party.

“You should know that’s the last thing I would want to do, Jake Sim!” you glared hardly at him.

He sighed, “I’m not bringing you tonight.” his decision was firm as he put both of his hands inside his leather jacket then leaned over the wall.

You let out a frustrated sigh, “Why not? I promised to behave tonight.” you looked straight to his serious eyes.

Jake shut his eyes for a while before he let out a sigh, “No. I want to party hard tonight and I cannot do that if all I can think about is my sister.”

He was always the protective brother. Maybe the fact that he went out minutes earlier than you gave him an instinct that he’s older and that he has to protect you at all cost.

You pursed your lips and leaned over your door frame and stare at him. “You don’t even need to look after me. I have friends there too and besides, Jay will be there!” your voice sound so excited when Jay’s name went out from your mouth.

Jake’s stares became more serious as he eyed you. He was pretty much aware about your feelings towards one of his best friends. He’s not against it but he also not saying he won’t interfere if it’s already hurting you.

He clenched his jaw, stares not leaving you, “Jay won’t be able to look after you as well. He’s gonna get laid tonight, y/n.” he straightly told you. When it comes to the activities of his friends, he was not gonna lie about them. If anything, you need to be aware that Jay isn’t the type of guy who will settle with one girl.

You gulped, trying to get rid of the lump inside your throat and to mask out the sudden pain that took over your chest. You knew about how wild of a teen-ager Jay is and how hard it is to handle him. But you also think that if you give up on him pretty much quickly, it wouldn’t be worth it.

“What taking you guys so long?” both of your heads snapped over to the person who just appeared at the hallway.

It was Park Sunghoon, one of the best friends of your twin brother. He’s looking so handsome as always, seems like he’s also ready to party hard tonight. You rolled your eyes inside your mind, you don’t want to think about how many girls will he get tonight. You bet they will kneel before him without him even asking.

There’s a mischievous smile plastered over his face as he eyed his friend then over at you. His eyes then went over to your pajamas and it now furrowed hardly.

“Why are you in your pj’s, y/n?” he asked confused as he walked closer to you.

You pouted and looked back over to your brother. Jake looked over his friend, “She’s not coming.” he said right away that made both you and Sunghoon to look at him.

“What? Why?” Sunghoon asked and stood beside you like as if he’s on your side. Well, he is always taking your side.

“She just can’t, dude. I wanna party hard tonight.” Jake huffed out a stressed groan as Sunghoon slowly smiled at him.

“I can look after her.” he volunteered that made you smile widely and you looked at him.

He smirked and winked at you that made you chuckle a bit. Jake watch the two of you and he rolled his eyes.

“Dude, I’m serious.”

“I am too. You can have your fun tonight and I can take care of your sister.” You smiled widely at Jake while you stood beside Sunghoon then you even cling your hand over to his firm arms.

“I promise to behave.” you added.

Jake’s stares exchange from Sunghoon and you then he let out a sigh of defeat that made a grin appeared over to your face. “Fine. Hurry up and get change.” he said and rolled his eyes.

You cheered in happiness and went to him to give him a hug before going inside your room. The two followed you with their eyes, smile slowly spreading through their faces.

“Look at her, she forgot to close the door of her room. How stupid...” Jake mumbled and slowly shut your door for your privacy as they patiently wait outside.

Jake eyed Sunghoon who’s now busy with his phone. “Dude, I swear. You asked for this. You have to take care of her and promise not to hook up tonight.”

Sunghoon raised his gaze up to him then he gave him this assuring smile, “I got her, don’t worry. I won’t blink while looking after her.” he said.

Jake smiled and nodded his head raising his fist towards him for a bro fist. Minutes passed and you finally went out looking great as well. Of course, you’re Jake Sim’s sister. Good genes ran through your blood.

As you made your way out of your house, your smile grew bigger when you saw a familiar fancy car parked right outside. While you approach closer, the window of the driver’s seat rolled down and the face of the boy you’re crazy with appeared.

He looked amazing as always, his all black outfit sure makes him look dangerously hot and his stares pierced towards you making chills ran down through your whole system.

“Why is she coming, Jake?” Jay’s stares were fixed at you and you didn’t break the eye contact as well. You even raised your eyebrow at him.

“Sunghoon said he will look after her, don’t worry.” your brother answered as he went straight to ride the passenger seat.

You put your tongue out over at Jay to tease him as Sunghoon opened the door for the back seat, offering it to you. He was smirking as he watch you tease Jay.

Jay scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Just don’t expect me to babysit for her. She’s all yours, Park Sunghoon.” he said and you just entered his car while Sunghoon followed after you.

“It’s okay, I’m planning to behave tonight.” you smiled and you saw how he looked at you through the mirror and Jake turned his head towards you.

He raised his pointer finger and point it at you, “Don’t make Sunghoon have a hard time.” he reminded you with those serious looking eyes.

You sighed and rolled your eyes before shoving away his hand. “Yeah yeah, whatever.”

You didn’t notice that Jay was still watching you and he slowly shake his head from side to side. He doubt it that you’ll behave. If Jake’s the nice one, you’re the stubborn twin. You just don’t listen to anyone and you often push his buttons.

You can hear the loud music even from the outside of the house. Since the person who’s organizing this was pretty famous in throwing great parties, people sure go here to have fun. You’ve been in a lot of parties already, this isn’t the first time.

You were walking between Jake and Sunghoon. Jay was in front of you, walking like he’s in a fashion show. Eyes followed him shamelessly. He was used to it, it was almost like it’s part of his daily life.

Your face showed a displeased expression how a girl flirt with Jay. He seems to recognized her because he stopped to talk to her. Since you’re behind, you have no choice but to stop as well--or that’s what you rather want your brother to think.

You felt a hand rested over your shoulder so you turn and saw your brother. He leaned closer to tell you something, “I’ll go party now. Remember, behave.”

You rolled your eyes and raised your hand to show him an okay sign. He starred at you for a while.

“I’m warning you. Create a problem, Sunghoon’s dragging you out of here.” he added before messing your hair before leaving.

Sunghoon chuckled behind you so you turned towards him. He smiled and looked down at you, “Ready to party?” he asked.

You smirked and bite your lower lip before nodding your head. He cheered playfully before grabbing your hand to drag you somewhere. Your eyes unconsciously looked for Jay since he’s the main reason why you wanted to be here.

You saw him now sitting over a couch, a girl was hovering above him. They were having an intense making out session. You starred at them blankly, not completely surprised by the situation. It wasn’t new for you anymore.

Sunghoon stopped from his tracks and followed your line of sight. He scoffed and pull his hand away from your hand then relocate it over your waist.

“Let’s get you drunk first and then you can bother him.” he whispered at you, lips slightly touching your ears as he talk. His suggestion sounds fine so you turned over him with a smirk over your face.

“What if I cause a problem? I’m wild when I’m drunk.” it’s not like he’s not aware of your drunk state. Of course, he was well awared about it.

He smirked before he turned towards the drinks to get both of you some. He then looked over at you, “Don’t worry. I’ll handle you if he can’t.” he said and pointed Jay using his chin.

You chuckled and accepted the drink he was giving you. The night continued and the people in that party just increased just like the number of shots you took. After your fifth shot, you can feel yourself starting to feel hot already. You fan yourself as you turned over to Jay. He wasn’t there anymore, panic took over you for a while but Sunghoon tried to calm you down.

“He went to the bathroom. You should follow and stop them.” he have this sly smirk, messing up with Jay sure sounds funny for him.

You nodded your head and was about to take another shot but Sunghoon held your wrist, stopping you, “Nah-uh. You already had five shots. The sixth one will be deadly.” he said smiling.

“You should go. If you need anything, you can find me here.”

You pouted but followed what he said. You stood up and even if eyes were darted at you, you ignored them. Your mind was fixed over to the guy who’s probably planning to bang someone at the bathroom.

You gulped when you arrived in front of it. Your fist balled as you hear soft whimpers and grunting from inside. You want so bad to just barge in and pull that girl away from Jay.

After letting out a heavy sigh, you knocked furiously at the door. They didn’t responded so you repeated it once again, now a bit harder to make sure they heard it. Since the music was so loud, you were afraid that the two was so immerse with their lusts.

“Occupied!” you heard a girl shouted from inside. You clenched your jaw as your eyes pierced over at the door. Imagining Jay’s hand wrapped around her body just made your blood boil.

“Jay! Sunghoon left me!” you shouted from outside.

Suddenly, the whimpers was stopped and in just an instance, the door opened. The first one you saw was Jay, his used to be neat black polo was now crumpled and you can see lipstick stains over his neck. Your eyes then darted over to the girl at the back, she was glaring at you while she fix her dress. You rolled your eyes at her before looking back at Jay.

“What the fuck are you doing here, y/n?” he sound so frustrated as he ran his hand once over to his sweat stained hair.

You pouted, “I was getting a drink and when I turned around I can’t find Sunghoon anymore.” you lied to him.

The girl slowly approaches Jay as she kept her glares at you. You ignored her because she don’t matter to you anyway, you’re just glad that you stopped them even before they can do the did.

You heard Jay muttered soft curses, “How many did you have?” Jay asked you that made you furrow your brows.

“What?” you asked because you didn’t quiet catch it.

He sighed, eyes darkly darted at you, “Shots... how many?”

You raised your hand showing him five fingers. He shut his eyes for a while before he turned towards the girl behind him and his other hand reached over your wrist.

A smile then slowly appeared over your face. A winning grin was present at your beautiful face when you turned towards the girl.

“I need to take care of her first.” Jay said firmly that made a displeased expression appear over her face.

“But--”

“See you around.” he didn’t even let her finish her sentence and he turned over at you. His eyes were dark as always.

“I knew this would happen. I told Jake to fucking not bring you.” he mumbled to himself but you managed to hear it anyway.

He pulled you over to a less crowded part of the house before he fished his phone. Maybe to call Sunghoon or something.

You stood just in front of him and let yourself enjoy the sight. He looked extra hot after his hair was all messed up and the first three of his polo was now open letting you have a sneak peak of his chest.

You gulped, feeling your cheeks burn because of the thoughts that taking over you. As you continued checking him out as you hear frustrated groans from him, still at his phone. Your mouth fell a bit open as you saw the bulge over his pants. Oh... you interrupted something.

You gulped and starred back at his face. He was hardly furrowing his brows, “Fucker’s not answering his phone.”

“Do you want me to help you?”

He glanced at you for a while, brows still hardly furrowed, “Help me with what?” he asked still focused with his phone.

He was about to dial somebody again but you advanced towards him and rested your hand at his erection. Jay was taken aback, he do know about how you feel but you never done this before. You were never this bold to him. His hand rested over your shoulder, ready to push you away from him before you can do something you will regret.

But Jay had lose it when you look up at him and he saw how your eyes were so innocent. Despite of your actions, your eyes was big and seems like clueless of the situation. It drives him crazy.

His breath hitched as he raised his head up, shutting his eyes and trying to breath heavily. You leaned closer and rested your face near his neck, breath fanning over to his skin.

“Damn it, y/n. Stop.” he was about to push you away because he’s slowly losing his mind.

You didn’t back away and moved your hand over to his shoulders. Jay stared down at you, slightly getting pissed after your hand left his erection.

“Y/n you don’t want this.” he said with a low voice, eyes completely darted at you.

You leaned closer, your lips were just inches away from each other. Both of your noses slightly touching each other. Your eyes were fixed over his slightly parted lips and Jay’s was just at your eyes.

His mind was clouded with a lot of bad thoughts about you. The wall he had created between you and him was slowly being broken down by you. Not even once does the thought of you initiating this had occurred to him. Between the two of you, he was the corrupted one. For him, you’re just an innocent little kitten.

“You sure?” was it the liquor? or is it the jealousy that drives you to do this? You have no idea, all you know is you love being this close to him.

His scent was invading your nose as your body felt hot close to him. Jay’s dangerous, you know it. But he’s the kind of danger you want to be involve with.

Your eyes trailed from his lips up to his eyes as your hand slowly cupped his face, “Because I really want this Jay--” you didn’t even have the time to finish your sentence when Jay cursed under his breath and pulled you over the bathroom where he just went out moments ago.

He pushed you inside, body dangerously close to each other. He kicked the door close and click the lock before carrying you. He placed you over the sink as he connect his lips at yours.

“Fuck y/n.” he mumbled between the kisses.

You hissed and groaned at the feeling of his lips over yours. You didn’t expect this would happen tonight. Jay’s hand moved from your face down over to your waist.

You pulled away and Jay was smirking at you, “I’m gonna ruin you tonight, y/n.” he mumbled that made your heart thump.

As he leaned over your neck, your fist balled and your eyes shut. You were very nervous since this is your first time and you didn’t really expect to lose your virginity in a bathroom.

Jay, as expected was professional at this thing. He knew where to kiss you to make you feel good but your slightly shaking body didn’t slip off from him.

He reached over your wrists and pushed you a bit away from him. His eyes were serious as he eye you now.

“You’re shaking.” he said, disappointment lures over his tone.

You gulped, lips trembling a bit as you try to compose a sentence. You can’t deny that you are nervous.

“I w-was just--” Jay cut you off as he took off his leather jacket and silently cover rested it over your shoulder.

“I can’t hook up with you when you’re acting like this.” he said. You were left silent.

Not because he said he ain’t gonna do it but because of what you heard. Hook up? Your eyes watered as you let out a sarcastic chuckle, “Hook up?”

Jay eyed you as he fixed the buttons of his black polo, running his hand over to his hair once.

“Yeah, what do you think? I still don’t like you, y/n. I never did.” his word rings inside your head and you felt your heart sank.

You’re so stupid for thinking that he will take you seriously just because he pulled you inside a bathroom to have sex. Of course, Jay was known for being a notorious playboy in your campus. You should’ve known better.

“And you really pull me here just to get in my pants?” your tears streamed down your face now. Jay looked at you blankly like as if it doesn’t bother him.

“Well you asked for it, didn’t you? You were basically throwing yourself at me--” your hand hardly slapped Jay’s face after you went down the sink.

You starred angrily at him, tears still pooling your eyes. You felt pathetic, you feel sorry for yourself for being this desperate.

“Screw you.” and you turn your back at him without saying anything anymore.

Jay clenched his jaw as he watch you walking out. He didn’t know but the slap did something to him.

You’re a bit still clouded with thoughts when you met Sunghoon’s eyes. He was flirting with this one girl but when he saw your face, his smile fell and he left the girl right away to approach you.

“Hey, what happened? Did he do something to you?” he asked worriedly.

You pursed your lips and gulped trying to get rid of the lump inside your throat. You wiped the tears away, “I wanna go home, please.”

Sunghoon didn’t know what to feel when he heard your voice crack a bit. He sighed heavily, slightly regretting that he send you to go after Jay. He fixed Jay’s jacket that was resting over your shoulders before he guided you outside the house.

It’s been a week already and you were trying so hard to avoid Jay. It was kind of hard because he’s basically everywhere you are since he’s friends with your brother. They often hang out at your house and you stay at your room during those time.

Jake noticed that you were avoiding him but he just shrugged it off since maybe you just had enough of the chase. He’s somewhat happy about it because he doesn’t have to worry for you being hurt by his playboy friend.

On the other hand, you were spending most of your times with Sunghoon. Lately, you two just became more close to each other. He’s always fun to be with but since he always accompany you, he became even more entertaining for you.

“What’s up babe?” he was smirking as he called you with that playful endearment he kept teasing you with.

You rolled your eyes but did your handshake with him before you plopped down beside him. Jake didn’t give much attention to the two of you because he was used to it. But Jay was different. He starred at the two of you with hawk-eye like eyes. His brows furrowed as he watch Sunghoon rested his hand over to your waist to pull you closer to him because he wanted to whisper something.

His jaw clenched as an unfamiliar emotion took over him. Were you guys always this touchy with each other? And Jake was fine with it?

He then eyed Jake who’s busy eating his food while chatting with Heeseung. He, then roamed his eyes to their other friends to see if he’s the only one thinking that you and Sunghoon is flirting right now.

Feeling a bit frustrated, he lost his appetite and just played with his food. Your giggles and Sunghoon's laughs ringed inside his mind and it just made him pissed even more.

He knew he had said that he never liked you but maybe that’s not the case? Maybe he’s just afraid of how crazy he’s gonna end up if he lets you into his system? Yeah... maybe that was it. He really liked you and you being the sister of one of his good friends created a boundary he made his-self.

“Hyung, you okay?” Jungwon had noticed how Jay hardly played with his food and how his brows were hardly furrowed.

“Huh?” Jay asked finally snapping back to his senses.

“You were playing with your food.” he said and even pointed the food using his chin.

He eyed it and he just let out a sigh. He stood up and decided to leave first. The boys were eyeing him weirdly. Jake had also noticed that something’s up with his friend. Lately, he’s not like his usual self.

“Did you had a fight with Jay?” Jake suddenly blurted out while you two were chilling at your living room.

You tried hiding your surprised reacting by covering your face with the book you were holding. Your feet were rested over your brother’s thighs as he sat beside you, watching television.

“No.” you answered.

If you’re gonna be honest, you kind of miss Jay. You missed hanging out with him. You messed his pissed off face whenever you follow him around and cling unto him. But you also think you had enough, he had made his self clear that he don’t have feelings for you.

“Really? He seems like not himself lately.”

Hearing that made your heart thump faster but you tried to shrug it off once again.

Your head snapped over the door when you heard your door bell rang. Even before Jake can stand up to go and open it, you stand up.

“Are you expecting someone?” he asked curiously.

“That’s Sunghoon! He’s gonna sleep here tonight, we’re gonna watch movies.” Jake just watched how you opened the door for his friend completely abondoning him.

“Where’s Sunghoon?” you asked Jake as you walked down the stairs, finger combing your hair.

Jake looked over you and he furrowed his brows as he gave you an elevator look. “On his way here... you look great.” he complimented you.

You smiled after muttering a soft thank you and held a leather jacket by your other free hand. His eyes darted over it.

“Is that Jay’s?” he asked you. You blushed and you panicked a bit but you tried to compose yourself once again.

“Yeah he let me borrow it last last week. I’m gonna return it to him now.” you said.

He just gave you a nod, “He’s outside,”

You nodded as well and walked yourself out. You’re partying tonight again and you decided to return his jacket to him. You had forgotten about this and while you’re fixing your room, you found it.

“Hey,” you softly called out.

Jay's eyes sparkled as he eyed you walking closer to him. He doesn’t know how to contain his excitement, you just talked to him again after that incident. He was actually so happy.

“Hey.” he greeted, trying to keep his cool.

You sighed and handed him his leather jacket. His brows furrowed and slowly reached for it.

“I forgot to return it, I’m sorry.” you plainly said and turned your back ready to leave him.

Jay doesn’t what got into him but he quickly grabbed you by your wrist.

“Are we good?” he asked you, lips ran over to his lower lip.

You starred over his eyes and you smiled. Even if you’re in front of him smiling, Jay felt your coldness lingers around you. You were cold towards him like as if he doesn’t matter for you at all.

“Yeah, of course.” Lies. You were lying.

Not really feeling okay about the situation, you were planning to get away but Jay held unto you tighter.

He was about to say something but you both heard someone talk.

“Hey sorry if I was late. I had to look for someone who will accompany Yeji for tonight.” it was Sunghoon. You pulled your wrist away from him as you playfully shoot glares at him.

“You’re just slow, Park Sunghoon.” you said and you heard him laugh before he wrapped his arms around your shoulder.

Jay clenched his jaw as he stare at the two of you. He couldn’t handle it but he knew he was at fault why all of this was happening. He’s the one to blame why the girl he loves hates him now.

Jake went out afterwards and you all went inside Jay’s car. Jake was at the driver’s seat while you and Sunghoon was at the back. The drive was silent until Jake decided to break it.

“Oh I remember, I really had a hard time sleeping last night.” he said that caught all of your attention.

Jay was clueless about the situation so he just kept his mouth shut and decided to just listen.

“You two should try and lower your voices. I was at the other room but I can still hear you. It’s annoying, you know.”

Sunghoon laughed and so did you. Jay on the other hand was gripping tightly at the steering wheel. He wanted so bad to stop the car and punch Sunghoon right there.

Jake shake his head acting like as if he was really disappointed at the two of you.

“Blame Sunghoon, Jakey. He’s such a baby.” you joked and laughed again.

“What? I told you I can’t take horror movies so well but you still insisted and it’s not like I’m the only one screaming! You were loud too.”

You two continued bickering as Jay spaced out. His grip slowly loosen up as he realized he was being dirty minded and actually thought Sunghoon and you did it.

When you arrived at the party, Jay was planning nothing but to have his eyes at you. He’s not gonna hook up or even look at other girls. It’s not like he ever did the past week because ever since he realized his true feelings for you, he stopped fooling around with other girls.

The night was pretty much going smooth, not until a girl approached Jay and he was trying to reject her in a nicest way. But the situation appeared differently for you, he seems like flirting for you so you can’t help but to feel bad.

Your eyes started to water, you had a couple of shots already so your emotions were getting the most of you.

“Hey doll face, why are you crying?” Sunghoon asked, making you face him. Now, you’re not facing Jay anymore.

Sunghoon laughed at your crying face before he leaned closer to fix your slowly getting messed up mascara, he was too close that you two were almost like kissing.

That was Jay had seen and he exploded. He couldn’t take it anymore and before you even knew it, Sunghoon was already at the floor.

“Jay! Oh my gosh, Sunghoon! Are you okay?” you asked and was about to go help him but a pair of strong arms wrapped over your waist to carry you.

You tried freeing yourself but you failed. He managed to bring you inside his car and his jaw clenched hardly after sitting down at the driver’s seat.

“Are you out of your mind? You punched Sunghoon!” Jay was pissed and you defending his friend just made him pissed even more.

He darkly looked over you, “He was kissing you!” he shouted that made you shut silent for a while.

Your brows furrowed, “What? No he wasn’t!”

“I’m not blind!”

“He was really not kissing me and if he is, then so what? So what if he’s kissing me, Jay?” you said, tone sounding a but challenging.

He clenched his jaw, “I don’t want you kissing someone else.”

You scoffed at him, “You have no right saying that.” and you were ready to go out of his car but Jay stopped you.

He snaked his arms over your waist and carry you to place you carefully over his lap.

“You're not going anywhere, y/n.” he mumbled under his breath that made your knees go weak.

You rested both of your hands over his chest for support. Silence took over both of you, eyes just starring at one another.

“I’m not planning to hook up with you, Jay.” you tried making yourself clear.

He licked his lower lip as his eyes trailed over your lips. “I am too.”

Your brows furrowed, “Then what is this?”

His eyes went back to you and you can’t explain how your heart thumped faster when you saw his eyes starring lovingly at you.

“This is me trying to confess to you.” he mumbled that made you pursed your lips together.

“I’m in love with you.”

You were surprised of course, you’re refusing to believe him but his eyes just makes it a bit more hard not to.

“I-Impossible.” he helped you sat to him properly, both of your legs over his sides then his large hands held unto your thin waist.

“You don’t know how crazy I am to you, y/n.” he mumbled, face leaned closer to you and now claiming your neck. His lips peppered you with soft feathery kisses.

“I was a fool for hurting you. Forgive me,” he said sincerely between his kisses.

You lose it as you shut your eyes, head tilting over to the side giving him more access. You hitched your breath, a low groan letting out.

“I love you.” you said that made Jay’s heart jump in excitement.

He smirked as he suck unto your neck, leaving a mark before he pull away to claim your lips.

“I love you more, baby.”

“Where were you?” Jake asked when you entered the party again. You saw Sunghoon and he was holding an ice over to his cheeks.

He smirked at you but his grin grew wider when a tall figure appeared behind you. The party continued like as if no commotion happened a while ago. You went inside and found your brother and his friends at one of set of couches at the living room.

“I w-went out for fresh air.” you reasoned out to your brother.

Sunghoon scoffed as he eye your neck, a couple of hickeys were visible but the party light makes it quite hard to see. He smirked as he saw Jay’s hand possessively rested over your waist.

“Did you fix her mascara, Jay? I was just helping her, you know?” Sunghoon said, a sly smile plastered over his face.

Soon, the boy’s eyes were darted over the two of you. Your brother’s brows furrowed in confusion and he just noticed Jay’s hand.

“Shut up, Sunghoon.” he said, smirking.

Jake smirked too, finally getting the situation, “You fucker, what did you do to my sister?” he jokingly said and pushed his shoulder a bit.

Jay looked at you for a while before he kissed your temple gently then he smiled warmly. His eyes looked at you with full affection and love.

“I just claimed what’s mine.”

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writingtoforgetreality · 3 years

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Stockholm Syndrome (Helmut Zemo x Reader)

[Marvel-Masterlist]

Summary: During the fight with the Dora Milaje in his safe-house, Zemo made an exit. But not alone. For inexplicable reasons, he dragged you along. Probably because he wanted to mess with Sam & Bucky. Would the Baron kill you? Or worse?

Words: 4,083

Warnings: language, angst, fluff (?), kidnapping, spoilers for TFATWS, (Let’s put the angsty shit in this part & the fun stuff in the second one.), (Y/E/C) = your eye color, REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

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The fight in front of you held your entire attention. Eyes focused on moving bodies, kicking, punching their way through. While you were not inexperienced when it came to battling, you preferred holding back. Bruises were not necessarily your favorite. Not these kind of bruises at least. All your ears could make out was the grunting radiating from the combat. Hence why the movements behind you stayed inconspicuous. Only when a cloth pressed against your nose & you had no choice but to breathe in, did you notice the jeopardy of the situation. Darkness enveloped you. The last thing you perceived was a dark silhouette picking you up. As much as you wanted to fight back, to defend yourself, it was impossible. All strength had dissipated. Whatever was happening, you hoped you would wake up again. This could not be how you died. You would not die.

Pain woke you up. But you were not hurt. At least that was what you remembered. Then it came to you. Someone had kidnapped you. If your eyes did not open soon, you would regret it later. Heavy eyelids slowly opened. Though it took many attempts to keep them that way. You scanned the room. There were no windows, no light which would have made that task easier. It took a few minutes to adjust to the obscureness. And once you did, you found yourself as perplexed as before. No restraints were obstructing your motions. Technically, you could up & leave. But it was never that simple, was it? The door was opposite of you. Your muscles were still sore. The act of standing up & waltzing over seemed like too much effort for you. The bleakness of the wall your back rested against was a more welcomed sensation. Your knees scooted closer to your chest. Arms raking around them, you hugged yourself. Hoping it would bring you a bit of comfort. Your brain failed to work properly. Because you were stumped. Who could have possibly seized you? Walker was busy getting his ass kicked. Lemar imitated his partner, pretty much. Sam ordered Bucky to help out & went into the battle right after. And Zemo was… Yeah, where the hell was Zemo during all of that? If you recalled correctly, he held a drink in his hand. Like you, he kept away from the fight. And then? You were aware that the Baron was not a saint. Neither were you. But you did not believe he would pull something like that. Then again, it was Zemo. Nobody knew his next step. Nobody but himself. Your foot tapped a rhythm on the cold, grey pavement. Usually, when your anxiety acted up, you distracted yourself. Fiddling with your hands or bouncing your legs. Something you could focus on that was not life threatening to your mind. The unknown beat managed to calm you down the slightest. Whoever held you hostage would be back soon. Your gut feeling told you so much.

Maybe you dosed off again. Because your body flinched when a creak reached your ears. Quickly, you looked around for possible threats. The only thing that had changed was the door sitting ajar. Only a diminutive gap. It was noticeable due to the light illuminating the room. There was no piece of furniture which meant that nobody lived here. It resembled a cell. But even cells had a bed, a chair. Something. The room turned dim again but only for a second. A shadow, you figured. Your captivator was here. So close, in fact, goosebumps erupted. A chill ran down your spine. This single interaction could modify your imprisonment. You still needed time to consider a successful escape plan. Which meant that you needed to observe the person keeping you here. Movies displayed such situations more than once. It was manageable. If they decided to show themselves & reveal their identity. Your eyes fell to the boots first. Black or a dark brown that was not detectable due to the lack of brightness. Next were the pants. Black again. The end of a coat came into view. Dark grey, almost anthracite. Your thoughts instantly went to one person. You could be mistaken. He was not the only one with a coat like that. Your gaze flickered up to his hands. The leather gloves were proof enough. Your (Y/E/C) eyes locked onto his brown ones. There was no shock written over your features. After all, deep down, you awaited this sight to be met with. As much as you wanted to withhold it, your eyes rolled & the sigh that left your lips was one of pure exhaustion. Zemo never made a secret out of it. His dislike for you started off the moment he first laid his eyes on you. From then on, it only seemed to increase steadily. You were a simple person. If someone treated you like shit, you returned that favor with pleasure & ten times worse.

“You are awake.” he stated the obvious after his frame entered through the doorway.

“Pretty sure I’m still dreaming.” you replied sarcastically, your elbows propping onto your knees. A smirk formed at the corners of his mouth. Whatever you said, it was the wrong thing.

“You dream about being locked inside a small cell? And I make an appearance as well? This does sound problematic, (Y/N). Nothing I would not be able to help you with.” he enjoyed this. Disgust made itself shown onto your face.

“Yeah? How could you possibly help me with that?” it took you a second to fully realize what you said. Immediately, you corrected yourself. “You know what? I don’t even wanna know.” your head rested in your hands, slightly embarrassed by turning this conversation awkward. Maybe it would have been more convenient if you just kept quiet. Zemo chuckled shortly but did not comment on it again.

“I assume you wonder why you are here.” the Baron observed your small frame on the floor. It was easy to recognize how uncomfortable you were.

“Your assumption might be correct.” your head tilted upwards, trying to hide the fear. Burying it deep down. You needed to think clearly so you could escape him.

“Would you like me to declare your purpose?” he questioned, eyebrows raising.

“Enlighten me, Baron.” you wasted no time with your reply. Maybe you imagined it but you could have sworn that his muscles tensed up when you called him by his title. You were the weaker one here so you kept your jokes at bay.

“I have no desire to get involved with the Wakandans. A getaway is more enjoyable with a suitable associate.” his hands gestured & you fathomed the seriousness behind his words.

“Oh, so that’s what I am now? An associate? Could’ve sworn I was your enemy. Improvement, I guess.” you focused on a lighter spot that interrupted the evenly dark color of the cement wall.

“I never declared you my enemy. That is solely your imagination.” Zemo stared at you but you would not give him the satisfaction of holding eye contact with him. He did not deserve it.

“I prefer my imagination then.” you stated & earned another chuckle from the Baron.

“Our departure is soon.” he let you know & left you alone once again. Great, so he did have a plan for you. But it did not seem like he wanted to murder you brutally. Basically, you could do nothing. The lock of the door clicked. No way out of this room. And your cellphone was no longer with you. He probably removed it from you while you were unconscious.

The drug Zemo had you breathe in really affected you. Tiredness rushed through you still. Falling asleep once again was inevitable. A steady, loud noise stirred you from your slumber. When your eyes opened, the chair you were seated in felt familiar. Your surroundings were not new to you. It was Zemo’s private jet. No sight of him. No sight of Sam & Bucky. The only company was the engine of the small plane, creating a ringing in your ears. Surprisingly, you were well rested. Your sleep schedule was messed up. On a good day, you slept for three hours. On a normal day, though, you were lucky if the dreamland even invited you in. Did that mean that you should thank Zemo? For drugging you? Your gratitude could stay inside, for now. It was kind of embarrassing to admit that you had enough rest because of him stunning you. All it would do was feeding his ego. He had enough of that already. Would it be clever to hop out of a plane that was thousands of feet in the air? A clever suicide mission, maybe. Zemo would not harm you. If he truly wanted to, you would be a ghost already. Where was he anyway? Certainly, he would not leave your side after kidnapping you. A look down your lap confirmed what you had feared. The trembling of your hands was noticeable. Almost worse than usual. If push came to shove, you could defend yourself perfectly fine. The Baron did not strike you as a fighter type of guy. Sure, he could handle a gun. In reality, the one thing he could really handle was his alcohol. If you had been in a cell for almost ten years, you would not be able to cope with this world either. Now that you were thinking about it...when was Zemo not drinking? Ever since you guys had teamed up, he had taken every chance to get some liquor into his system.

“How are you feeling?” a voice startled you. The cause of it was your dear captivator. His strut brought him over to you, taking a seat right opposite of you. Plopping down onto the soft cushion with a sigh, he intertwined his fingers in front of his chest. His chin rested on the back of them. The intensity with which he eyed you was unsettling. Your body curled together, shifting away from his rigid glance. The man in front of you frowned. Never before had you behaved that way. Usually, you were sarcastic, humorous. Your current state was uncommon. The fight or flight instinct kicked in. If you played by his rules, the cards were on your side. So the only natural thing was to answer him.

“Okay.” it was short but the tone held much meaning.

“Okay is not good.” he mumbled quietly, though you could still make out his words. The clouds outside of the window you were sitting next to looked like cotton. Smooth, soft. Perfect if you wanted to jump in. The sunset colored the sky in various, bright hues. A phenomenon. That was something that had always fascinated you. “Astonishing, is it not?” the silence broke when he spoke up yet again. You nodded, still gazing outside.

“We will arrive soon.” another voice joined you. The startle from your side could not be stopped. You hated how jumpy you were. Especially during such a situation. The strong, independent woman you usually were was gone. Right now, you were like a little girl, awaiting punishment for misbehavior. Apparently, the Baron was a mind reader because he soothed your worries immediately.

“You did nothing wrong, if that is one of your concerns.” he started. His eyes then flickered to the other man on the private jet. “Thank you, Oeznik.” small smiles were exchanged between the two of them. The assistant disappeared through a door again. Zemo being the only company left.

“Where are we going?” you had to know.

“Somewhere safe. Where nobody can locate me.” as his eyes met yours, he finished. “Us.” your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. His explanation was not helpful at all. You were still left in the dark. Your destination was unknown but he assured you that you would be safe. Zemo would never lie about something so significant. This bugging feeling was still present. If he did not tell you more about the location, maybe he could elucidate this.

“Why me? Why, out of everyone, did you kidnap me?” slight anger was behind your eyes but one could only notice if they looked precisely. The Baron’s head tilted. In amusement, you guessed. His forming smile held a hint of another emotion you could not quite identify.

“Kidnapping is such a harsh word, don’t you think?” was it mockery you could hear? “I believe there is no need for us to repeat our previous conversation. I told you why you’re here.” he stood up from his seat, dragging his body to the very end of the plane. There, he picked up two small glasses. The liquid of the half empty bottle of scotch poured a good amount in both of them. Evidently, one for him & one for you. His hand stretched out towards you & he offered you the drink. You eyed it suspiciously. While you were not one for drinking alcohol, maybe it would assist to calm your nerves. In the end, you reached for it, touching his hand in the process. The skin contact sent an unintended chill down your spine. Goosebumps were forming. The pit of your stomach felt odd. Never before had you experienced such a sensation. Though, & you had to admit that, it was everything but unpleasant. Your body language spoke louder than you would have liked. And it did not go unnoticed by the man in front of you. To avoid an awkward tension, he decided against commenting on your body’s reaction.

The first sip made you wince. A burning sensation washed down your throat. The Baron handled his alcohol way better than you did, that much was obvious. Unfortunately, the liquor did not numb your anxiety right away. The effect was awaited but luck was not on your side. Would it be rude to ask for another drink? The downside was not realizing how strong it was. If you got wasted then Zemo could take advantage of your state. Depended on how he defined taking advantage of you. The conversation that had died down for a while was resurrected. This time, it was you. This shocked not only you but also him.

“I don’t like you.” you stated monotonously.

“I am aware.” he chuckled, taking a sip of his drink.

“You don’t like me either.” one of your eyebrows raised.

“An incorrect assumption.” his hands gestured to emphasize his words. You rolled your eyes, throwing your arms up in frustration.

“A freaking obvious fact.” you breathed out, falling back into your chair. The softness caressed you tenderly. A hum left you & your previous desperation was replaced by some sort of relaxation. Why did your emotions change so quickly? One moment, you were scared. The next, you were furious. Then, you untightened. All in the presence of the man who had kidnapped you.

“What is going through your mind right now?” seemed like he was eager to talk to you. Comfortable silence with Baron Zemo was not possible. It was either awkward or not quiet at all. Your head snapped into his direction. He was deep in thought. Occupied with whatever his mind came up with.

“I-I don’t know.” you were being honest. Spending more time with him meant no lies. At least not about such things. The next question came naturally. “What about you?” one corner of his lips lifted slightly. The first step in the right direction. Deep down, Zemo was aware that you did not exactly hate him. Liking him would be too far but at least, you tolerated him. Accepted his presence.

“I am quite fond of bringing you with me. Sam & James are irritating. Helpful but irritating. You are a delight to be around.” he confessed & you had the urge to call him out on his ridiculous behavior.

“Sounds fake but alright…” your annoyance was audible.

“I beg your pardon?” he abandoned his glass, placing it on the small table nearby. Elbows propped onto his knees & his upper body leaned forward, closer to you. But not close enough to make you feel uncomfortable.

“Ever since we met, we’ve been arguing non-stop. This is the first normal conversation between us.” your fingers pointed to him & then to you, signaling what you were talking about.

“Arguments are not an indicator for antipathy.” Zemo explained.

“Oh, they’re not?” the sarcasm was more than obvious. “What then?”

“They are concealing true emotions, burying your urges deep within.” casually spoken, as if he had prepared this exact speech multiple times before.

“My urges?” you questioned, making fun of his statement.

“Indeed.” he wore a winning smile & you hated the effect it had on you.

“Sure.” you chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief. “My only urge is to punch yo-“ both of your heads turned into the direction of Oeznik who unknowingly interrupted your conversation.

“We’re here.” he claimed, nodding briefly, & left you alone again. By the way his face changed, he looked like he was sorry for bothering the two of you. Truthfully, you were glad that he joined you because without him, you would have said something regrettable.

Paris. He dragged you to France. If your situation were any different, you would have felt excited to be here. Before you exited the private jet, Zemo threatened you. If you had the glorious idea to speak up before you arrived at your destination, you would regret it later. Basically, you thought he would kill you. Of course you had no clue that the Baron would never hurt you in any way. After all, you were a victim of his kidnapping. Whether he called it that or not. The small alleyways were decorated with narrow buildings sitting next to each other. The cobblestone street underlined the atmosphere perfectly. Eyes wide, you were overwhelmed by the impression of the beauty of the sweet town. When one of his hands reached for yours, you did not even flinch back. Because, if you were honest, it felt good. Your intertwined fingers brought you warmth. A feeling that spread out through your entire body. Sparks, almost like the beginning of a firework, started forming. The sun shone brightly. Your eyes closed contently. Hence why you did not notice Zemo watching your every move. He reminisced your features closely. The sunlight brought out the beauty of you in a way that was worth remembering. Your body sensed something. It was in your nature when someone stared at you. Carefully, your eyes opened, showing the (Y/E/C) colors that glowed almost mysteriously in the light. Warm brown ones locked onto yours. The two of you exchanged an honest, almost shy smile.

“What?” your head tilted to the side, observing his face. Looking for a sign. Any sign. But Zemo was a clandestine guy. It was almost impossible to look through him. Something inside you took that as a challenge. Maybe you could make his walls come crashing down. Maybe you were the one to change him. Wait. Why were your thoughts running down that road? He was the person to take you away from your friends. The sympathy that started building up was wrong. That much you knew. Resisting felt like a tough task. What did he say during the flight? Something about pushing down your urges. This was the first time you understood the meaning.

If you thought the town was pretty then the apartment you entered was stunning. It was on the top floor. Spacious, furnished in a minimalist way. Overly white, accentuated with colorful artwork. Special pieces to complete the look of it. It screamed expensive. The process of taking everything in took a few minutes. It was overstraining. In the best way possible. You should screw down your excitement. After all, you were part of an incredibly dangerous situation. But you let his touch linger on your skin. Just for a fraction longer. If you really wanted to, you could have retreated. Something told you that Zemo would not have forced you to hold onto him. That thought alone calmed you down a little further. Technically, he was not a stranger. Throughout the missions you had performed together, with Sam & Bucky, you two had become acquainted with. You were associates, apparently. And associates were not supposed to fear one another. Then again, associates would not kidnap each other. Your body was overthrown with mixed signals. Unknown what was wrong & what was right. Your friends would probably describe you as insane, reckless. Maybe you were. Maybe the last few weeks had formed you into a different type of person. That type who sympathized with a criminal. With a criminal who broke out of a high security jail. Since when had criminals become your type? And why were you starting to think in a very friendly, almost amorous way? Looked like you really were insane.

Who would have thought the Baron to be an excellent chef? Definitely not you. But here he was, preparing a meal for you. This was actually pretty sweet of him. His body behind the stove & his eyes focused on the task. It was a sight for sore eyes. Only, of course, if he were not Zemo you were referring to. While he cooked, you set the table. He assured you that you did not have to but it felt like the right thing to do. It was the least you could do. What were you even saying? He kidnapped you, for God’s sake. Your body, your emotions, should be damned.

“Is this something you do often?” Zemo’s question caught you off guard. For a moment, you halted in your tracks. Cutlery was being put down. A deep breath left your mouth.

“What?” your bewildered expression made him chuckle. Funny to watch your perplexity.

“Living in your head more than in the present.” his proclamation cut through the tension.

“I…um, haven’t realized that, actually.” you answered awkwardly. Your hand raised to the back of your head, resting behind your ear.

“You do. When spending time with Sam & James. And now. It is quite entertaining.” he eyed you closely. It made you slightly uncomfortable.

“Why?” your curiosity got the best of you. That was nothing new. Even before he brought you here, your nosiness was on of your more obvious characteristics.

“Because the light in your eyes shifts. You are more at ease. Not to forget your smile…” Zemo trailed off at the end of his sentence, voice a little softer than usual.

“What about my smile?” you really were curious. Would it be in your favor or not? There was only one way to figure that out.

“It differs from when you are actively engaged in a conversation. The corners of your mouth lift in a softer way. No hesitation or restriction.” he finished, his sparkling brown eyes meeting yours. Due to the embarrassment, you could not keep eye contact. So you averted your gaze, facing the almost empty plate in front of you.

“You talk like you’ve known me forever.” your whispers were almost missed. The tone so quiet, even your racing heart was louder.

“I am simply skilled at reading people. You facilitate that process, actually.” every single word he spoke made so much sense that it almost did not make sense anymore. There was no other way to describe it.

“I do? How?” your constant short questions were amusing to him. On one hand, you wanted to distance yourself from him as much as possible. On the other hand, you inquired every single time he finished talking.

“I assume it is because you do not fear opening up to me & letting me in.” people who did not know your history would have believed you two had been friends for years. By the way he discerned the small, almost unnoticeable details about you. Details you did not even know existed in the first place.

“You assume an awful lot, Baron.” you teased, eyes moving to his face gingerly.

“Tell me I’m wrong.” but you could not. Because it would have been a lie. A smirk made its way onto his face when you did not give him a reply. Unintentionally, you mimicked his expression. He had you. Right here, he had you. And he was not the only one aware of the shift in the situation. You were just as deep in it as he was. It was a game with fire. Who would get burned in the end?

~to be continued~

Published (04/28/2021) by Cathy

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First part of the Snake and the Princess is done! Around seven more to go.

Orihime rubbed her arm up and down, feeling a chill as she passed through the halls with Ulquiorra. They came to a stop halfway through, with Ichimaru-san waiting by the end of the next turn. Ulquiorra turned his back.

“She’s on your hands now,” was all he said before walking away. Ichimaru-san shrugged his shoulders and did a ‘come here’ motion with his head. Orihime followed him, entering through vestibule doors and into a dome-like room. There were multiple cabins for medical supplies, a bed, and a chair next to it. In the bed laid Aizen, and as Orihime got closer to him with encouragement, she felt the horror grow in her heart.

Aizen looked horrifying. All his veins were purple, his skin looked as if it was ready to break apart, and the Hogyoku was pierced in the middle of his chest, looking as if it was draining the life out of him. It reminded Orihime of those mutated monsters from scifi movies. It was obvious what she was meant to do. And with Ichimaru-san standing behind them, she couldn’t afford any mistakes.

“You’re good to start?” Ichimaru-san asked from behind her. Orihime shakingly nodded her head, sat down next to Aizen, and began the process. She called her fairies and let the warmth of the healing shield save her from the never-ending chill of Las Noches.

Orihime sensed that Aizen was dead asleep, and let her shoulders fall while slouching in her seat. She could see Ichimaru-san shift from the corner of her eye after Aizen fell unconscious. “So, how are you planning on killing Aizen?”

Orihime’s heart dropped. She turned to face him. “Excuse me?”

“I asked how you are planning on killing Aizen. And don’t worry about being caught or anything. Everyone else bought your ‘desperately wanting me older brother’ back act. I can just sniff out a good lie when I smell one.”

Orihime gulped and checked twice if Aizen was knocked out for good. She took a deep breath after she got her confirmation. “I was planning on destroying the Hogyoku by myself. Aizen already told that it’s weakening, so it least I know it’s not invincible. The Hogyoku has to have a weakness, and I will make sure to destroy it, even if it means killing Aizen. That way, no one has to get hurt again.” Gin hummed. “Sounds like a solid plan, except for the part where the remaining Arrancar will kill all your friends and family.”

Orihime lost all the color on her face. “What?”

“I can see why you didn’t think of that. I bet no one at home bothered to tell you the ethnics of careful and thought out planning,” Ichimaru drew closer as he began to explain, “As much as your intentions are sweet and martyr-like, you’ve missed an important detail; the second you kill Aizen, everyone will know who you did for. And even if you’d kill yourself, which I’m sure you’ve just thought of,” Orihime looked away in shame, “it won’t be enough for them. All the Arrancars here are either loyal to Aizen or want an excuse to blow shit up. Once you’ve done your deed, all of them will have the united goal of burning Karakura and everything you’ve ever loved to the ground. So maybe you should rethink your plans.”

Orihime’s hands started to shake. “Why are you telling me this? And why haven’t you told anyone else of my true intentions?”

“Because Aizen made the dumbass decision to use the Hogyoku as a chest piercing behind our backs, and I really want to see it blow up in his face.”

Orihime wrinkled her nose. “Liar. Even I can tell it’s only half the truth.”

“Maybe so. But you gotta admit that you’re a bit out of your league. So how about you come over here so I could give some advice.” Orihime stood up gingerly and walked towards him with furrowed brows. He bend down to whisper his ‘advice.” Orihime’s eyed bulged out of her skull.

“So the only way we can save the other Arrancars is by lying and manipulating them?” She exclaimed. “That’s horrible!”

Ichimaru-san snickered to himself. “No, that’s the best part! All you have to do is tell the truth! Aizen has built his empire on lies, manipulation, and fear tactics for so long that the second someone calls things out on their bullshit, the others’ delusion starts to crack. Just look at Halibel. The second she saw how you were mistreated by everyone, she slowly started to defy Aizen by asking to switch your room to her place. Before so she never dared to question his actions, and now she’s lowkey saying they’re wrong. Just be yourself and Aizen’s house of cards falls on itself!”

Orihime frowned at him. “You shouldn’t be so gleeful about all of this. What's going on is awful.”

“It’s the truth.”

“That just makes it more awful.”

“That is also true.”

Orihime huffed out a sign, banged the back of her head on the wall and slowly slid down until she sat on the floor. “Is there no other way to get this nightmare over with?”

Ichimaru-san sat down next to her. “With this shitshow? Nope. But look at the bright side; an adult is actually telling you the truth for once. When was the last time that happened?”

Orihime opened her mouth, closed it, and dropped her jaw. “Oh my God.”

“Exactly. Meanwhile,” Ichimaru-san said as he took out a McDonald's package from his sleeve, “Eat up. We’re going to need all the energy we can get.”

Aizen’s body shifted under her healing shield, and Orihime held her breath. She was only able to feel her pulse again after he stayed still, and her hunger hit her like a truck. She shakingly took a burger.

Orihime was starting to doubt she was going to survive the seven weeks.

#first draft done!#also this is only week one out of the two months #were in for a ride #Bleach #Orihime Inoue #Gin Ichimaru #au rambles

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xximpressions · 3 years

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The Disrespect (Part 3)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

Note: Shoutout to everyone who liked and left a comment!! You guys really keep me going :D

Word Count: 833

Chapter Summary: After being knocked unconscious, you wake up.

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x black!reader

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The ache on the left side of your face throbbed something fierce. And the equally painful throbbing in your side let you know you’d been kicked at least once when you went down. But that was no matter. Even if you had to avoid looking in the mirror for a little bit, it would all be worth it knowing you gave as good as you got.

The room you were currently in was two stories off the ground. With the door being guarded, you were stuck waiting on an uncomfortable couch. Though, of all the places to be trapped, you could say it wasn’t bad being left in a room as beautiful as this. It was filled with expensive things that most likely cost more money than you could ever see in your life. However, the interior beauty could not detract from the internal feelings you had brewing inside you.

Being acquainted with Thomas Shelby had gotten you into some situations, but you considered those matters of circumstance. Things that couldn’t be foreseen or avoided.

This was not that.

For all the reasons Tom could have to put you in such a perilous position, it didn’t change the fact that he’d turned you from a friend and made you collateral damage. And whatever confusing feelings you had for him, you knew you deserved to be treated better.

Though the raging thoughts consuming your mind could have continued on, they were interrupted when the double doors opened to your left.

You figured only one man could walk into this house unimpeded, so you decided to take your time standing up to greet him. Given that Kimber had kept you waiting for more than an hour, you figured he wouldn’t mind.

When you were at your full height, you turned to face the infamous Billy Kimber.

He strolled in with the confidence of a king, and he looked at you with the hunger of a starving man.

Suppressing the disgusted chill that wanted to crawl through your body, you decided to address the man in front of you with as much civility as you could in an attempt to prevent the unavoidable hostilities.

“Mr.Kimber, I think you’d agree there’s been a misunderstanding.”

The powerful gang leader barked out a wet laugh before responding to you.

“Oi, is that right then? And what misunderstanding might that be?” he asked in a way that showed he clearly was just amusing you.

You let out your own little laugh, as if a part of the inside joke, as you stepped further into the room. One so you could properly look him in the eye. Two, so you put some distance between you both.

“It is my understanding that you have an agreement with Mr. Shelby regarding myself, yes?”

He appeared stumped for a second not realizing you knew this before his amusement returned.

“And what of it?”

“Well I want you to understand that I will have nothing to do with that deal and all that pertains to it.”

The amusement quickly slid off his face as offense took over.

“What’s this then?” he said, eying you up and down, “My boys told me you were feisty, but they forgot to mention ungrateful, didn’t they?”

Seeing your confusion on how being kidnapped could ever make you feel grateful, Kimber continued.

“I courteously invite you, a black little nothing, into my home to be properly woo’d and you have the nerve to treat me like I’m some tart??”

Now it was your turn for your amusement to shift into something darker. Because you knew, as is the predictable case of any childish man trying to temper the stings of rejection, Kimber belittled you to make himself feel big. And though it was probably in your best interest to say nothing in response, that nagging pride of yours refused to let someone else feel tall by standing on your back.

So you replied to his rude comment with a kind smile that did not match the tone of your words

“Mr. Kimber, I’d remind you that I was not invited here. I was dragged. And let’s be clear, shall we? You do not want to woo me, you want to fuck me. And while I can’t fault you for that, I can fault you for being ignorant enough to forget that while I am black, I most certainly am not ‘nothing’. And you’d do well to remember that.”

You had leaned closer to the flustered man in front of you as you gave him a well-deserved dress down. But you instinctively pulled away as the gang leader started to move as he went red in the face.

Fiddling with his belt, he growled out “I’ll be sure to remind you who’s in charge then” as he began to advance on you.

Before you could take the necessary step back, a commotion at the door made both your heads turn.

And in stormed the man responsible for all of this.

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Through Fire and Ice Chapter 2

(Technoblade x Reader)

Chapter 2

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Note: I’m slowly but surely posting these here, but there are a few more chapters posted on AO3.

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Phil stood at the head of a long dining room table in the middle of his house, Tommy, Tubbo, Fundy and Ranboo stood to the right of the table while Wilbur, Dream, Sapnap, and George stood across from them on the other side. Phil eyed them all, before clearing his throat.

“Techno still hasn’t come back,” Phil spoke grimly, “Whether or not there is an end to the storm, I’m going out there for him, if he’s not back by tomorrow.” Silence hung in the air. Ranboo gripped on to the chair in front of him. He had taken a liking to Techno. At times Phil could understand why, they were so similar in so many aspects.

“I’ll go with you,” Ranboo spoke up with a waver in his voice. Phil gave him a soft smile and shook his head. Ranboos green and red eyes flicked up to Phils for a split second questioning him, before he hastily looked away. Phil heard a soft enderman sound escape from Ranboo. He was taking the news about Techno hard.

“Ranboo, I need you here,” Phil said frankly, “Techno can take care of himself. The man has the sheer willpower to keep living. I am going alone just in case the inevitable has happened and because I can cover more ground,” Phil motioned to the wings of the elytra. “This is where the rest of you come in…” Phil leaned forward his hands on the table. “I don’t think that this is a regular snowstorm.” His eyes flicked to Dream who had his arms crossed and his face covered by his mask.

“Do you think it will ever stop?” George asked from behind Dream. Phil shook his head his eyes lowering to the pattern of wood on the dining room table.

“Maybe?” Phil shrugged, but that was the coldest chill that Phil had ever felt. Not even the tundra felt that cold to him. “But I can’t ignore the fact that when the dragon was slain this started happening… In the middle of summer.”

“Alright,” Dream spoke up. “You have us here, what would you have us do?” Phil thought about it for a second, his nails digging into the wood of the table.

“We may have to go underground boys.” Phil straightened himself up, “I can build something to keep us warm underground, but first I have to find Techno.” Phil’s eyes flicked to each person in the room. “Ranboo, Tommy, and Tubbo, you will need to start a mine one big enough to hold as many people as we can,” Phil looked between Wilbur and Fundy, “I need you two to find and bring as much livestock, saplings, and seeds back to the mine” Both Wilbur and Fundy nodded. “Dream, Sapnap, and George are the rescue team for anyone out there.”

“I can ask Antfrost, to scavenge around, maybe BBH will help him with that as well.” Sapnap offered leaning on the table toward Phil. Phil nodded.

“We will need all hands on deck for this one boys,” Phil straightened up. “I would get started immediately. Make sure to stay warm.” With that the group nodded and scattered to do their tasks. Ranboo stayed back, his eyes trained on the floor.

“What if Techno is gone?” He whispers. “I don’t want to forget him…” Phil’s heart ached for Ranboo.

“He’s not, I promise Ranboo.” Phil was unsure, but it had been hours since they had departed from the desert. He had to keep Ranboo stable. “Techno and I have lived in tundra’s before, if anyone knows how to survive this mess it’s him.”

“But this isn’t like any tundra I’ve seen Phil.” Ranboo clutched his memory book to his chest. His fingers twitching over the cover. “What if you get hurt out there too? Then you both won’t be here.” This caused Phil to put his hand on Ranboo’s shoulder.

“I know the risks, Techno did too when he separated from us. I will find him Ranboo, and I will bring him back. That is a promise.” Ranboo kept his eyes to the ground.

“You… Promise… Okay,” Ranboo let out a sigh. “Just know, if you don’t come back, I’m going after you too.” Phil thought about this for a second.

“Alright… But I sure as hell am not leaving Kristin.” Phil squeezed Ranboo’s shoulder slightly. “I am coming back. I have to.” Ranboo nodded.

“I believe you Phil.” He finally said after a second. “I’m going to go help the others with the mine now. You should rest up for tomorrow.” Ranboo waved over his shoulder and left to go find the others, leaving Phil alone with his thoughts.

You were still unconscious, Techno had wrapped you up in several blankets, because the cold was starting to get to him even with his fireplace on full blast, he couldn’t imagine how you felt. He thought you would have woken up by now, and it was starting to worry him that you weren’t waking up. He was lost in his thoughts. Resting an arm up on the mantle he watched the flames dance around the boiling cauldron of water. He had filled his bathtub for you a while ago and he was worried it would get cold at this rate.

The rustle of the blankets could be heard, and he turned to look over his shoulder at you. You had balled up on your side. The blanket exposing your back which was still caked in blood. Your body was shaking, and he could see your eyes weakly open. He let out a sigh of relief and he turned to you, kneeling to cover your exposed back with the blankets. His fingers lightly grazed your back, touching some of the blood.

‘Slaughter.’

‘Kill her.’

Techno flinched, withdrawing his hand from you quickly. Swallowing down the lump in his throat he made eye contact with you.

“Who are you?” You managed to get out. When you spoke it invoked a coughing fit that made you dizzy. When you had stopped coughing you couldn’t stop shaking.

“Technoblade,” He replied in his monotone voice acting indifferent to the fact that even the smell of your blood was causing the voices to come back. “Just Techno if you live.” You frown, not knowing whether he was joking or not.

You gave your name as you coughed into the blanket; your lungs started burning.

“Do you think you can manage a bath?” Techno asked. You nodded sitting yourself up. Your muscles started aching and you winced. Techno watched your every movement, you were definitely swaying a bit, you could feel it, and the movement made you dizzier and dizzier with each moment passing by.

“I just need a moment.” You refused to ask him for help. You shut your eyes tight, hoping that would help your dizziness. Your nose was stuffed, and you had to rely on breathing through your mouth. You started to push yourself up off the ground. The blankets falling off your body, causing a shiver to run down your spine at the cold air rushing to your body. The muscles in your legs screamed at you to stop but you kept pushing through. Technoblade hovering over you as a safety net. You only got to two steps before you started falling forward. Techno dove for you wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing you to his chest.

“You’re not getting anywhere on your own.” Techno towered over you. Watching you pout your lips out in determination. He could tell you were agreeing with him. His grip tightened on you, and he carried you to the bathroom with ease.

‘Look how pretty the blood looks on her skin.’

‘More.’

He had to stop himself from shaking, this was proving harder to deal with than he thought.

‘You know you wanna.’

The voices taunted him, and he wasn’t sure if you could see it in him. He let you grab a hold on the tub for stability.

“Call if you need anything.” Techno was desperate to leave the room. You gave a little nod and with that he had strode out and shut the door behind him. He breathed a sigh of relief happy to be away from you. It wasn’t you but it was the situation you were in. He damned himself for not being able to control the voices.

“I’m so weak.” He spat out, his nose wrinkling in disgust at himself. The urge to stab something was still strong and he made a move to the food he had prepared ahead of time to cook.

The water around you had turned to a rust color by the end of your bath, the heat was soothing, especially in the cold but it wasn’t long before the water started to run cold on you. Leaving you shaking in the water once more. You pushed up from the bathtub. Looking around, you find a towel sitting there with a change of clothes- his clothes. You sat on the edge of the bathtub drying yourself off, afraid you were going to fall. That would be awkward for both parties if you lost your strength again when you weren’t clothed. You felt your cheeks start to heat up from him catching you earlier.

“You’re ridiculous,” You whispered while you internally screamed at yourself. You didn’t want to owe this man your life but here you were. Being in debt to someone wasn’t something you wanted to be in. You wanted to be alone, that way no one could use you. You were done with that. Or at least you thought you were. Your lungs burned and you felt another coughing fit sneak up on you. You spit up what you could in the sink. Your nose was still stuffed up, which annoyed you. The cold air rushing around your body was almost too much.

You looked down at his clothes that he set out for you and sighed. When you put the brown pair of pants on, they were loose, and you were grateful for the belt he left for you as well. The white blouse was too big but doable. Stabilizing yourself on the wall you walked out of the bathroom to see Techno cooking steak potatoes and carrots. He motioned at a chair sitting next to the fireplace and you promptly sat down eager to get as much heat as you could. Before too long Techno had a plate of food in front of you.

“How are you feeling?” He asked. Shrugging, you felt his eyes on you, he sighed and before you could stop him, he put the back of his hand on your forehead.

“You’re burning up,” Techno said flatly, “Do you want me to waste all this effort on you just to have you die on me?” You felt a stab of guilt and shook your head. “You need to tell me these things.”

“I’ll be out of here in a few days…” You looked him squarely in the eye. “I won’t be a drain on your resources for much longer.” The silence was deafening, and you both were left in a stare down.

“That’s not really the issue here Y/N.” He kneeled so he was eye level with you. “Wasting resources is one thing, even in this… Whatever this is.” He motioned to the windows which showed the everlasting snowstorm. “I know you don’t want to die. So, let’s help each other out. I have places to be, places that are much safer than out there, you can stay there. I can’t get us there if you’re hiding things from me and making yourself even more sick.” You nodded averting his gaze.

Stabbing your fork into a carrot, you sighed, you couldn’t taste most of the food you were eating, because your nose was stuffed. He huffed out and stood above you. Making a move to look out the window.

“You’re acting like the snow won’t stop… Why?” Your question caused him to look over his shoulder at you. His golden eyes reaching your gaze. Before too long he was facing the window again.

“…Just have a feeling, given the circumstances.” He didn’t want to tell you the full story, at least not now. When you didn’t question further, a wave of relief washed over him. The less you knew at this point the better. Some time had passed and the both of you had eaten. His eyes move over to the ruined blood-stained cloak.

He bent down and picked up the clothing hastily throwing it out the front door onto his porch. Night had fallen over the world, the air still as the snowflakes were falling peacefully from the sky. The snow wasn’t too deep just yet, and there was still a part of him that hoped that the snow would stop. He had to wait and see if that was the case. He had only just stepped out of his house onto the covered porch for a second, and he couldn’t stand the cold. His thoughts were interrupted by your violent coughing. He turned to look at you. He had to find something to ease your sickness. He never got sick, and so he never needed to gather herbs that would help a sickness. That would be tomorrows job, going to the nearby village to see if the villagers were around to trade.

He walked into the house closing the door behind him. Grabbing the blankets off the floor, he started wrapping you in them one by one. The fire wasn’t doing too much for you it seemed. He just had to watch you. Your body shivered next to him; your hair was still wet from your bath. He felt guilty for rushing you to take a bath, no wonder you were freezing. You had leaned into his touch unconsciously. Your eyes closed just a bit before your head started bobbing forward, you were fighting sleep.

Techno sighed, picking you up and setting you on the ground closer to the fire. His bedroom was too cold to sleep in, so this was where both of you were going to sleep, until Techno figured out what to do. But there was a question looming in his mind.

What was he going to do with you?

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monst · 4 years

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The patient in 1001A

Dabi x Reader

Ask -> “Okay but here me out. Could I get a short nsfw fic with Dabi being in a mental hospital cause he got caught with LOV and then seducing a nurse? Like a Joker and Harley vibe nomsayin? But DABI! Thank you!”

Word count: Almost 10k

Warnings: Well for one it’s not a short fic… Smut, Toxic relationship (I mean c’mon it’s like Joker and Harley so yeah..) Gaslighting, brief mention of suicide, manipulation and more ‘dark shit’. Reader discretion is advised. And no.. you do not call him Mr. D...lol

“Good morning Mr. Cash” You greeted in disinterest, swiping your I.D across the scanner. The light flashed a pale lime green allowing you to pass through the heavy reinforced doors.

“Mornin’ (Name).” He smiled, his eyes sliding back to the screen of the computer. “You’ve got a new one in your section.”

“Oh, Yeah I heard that someone was being transferred from black gate.” You mused, the door clicking close behind you. Once you were past the door you no longer had sight of the man, but you did hear him mutter something about Tartarus.

Your footsteps echoed throughout the long white hall as you made your way down to the locker room. Once there your fingers turned the dial of your locker and you slipped in your bag and changed your shoes and scrubs. You closed the metal door with your hip, clipping on your I.D while your other hand thumbed at your phone. Once you had wired money to your mother you slipped the device into your pocket and headed out onto the floor for the day.

The majority of your shift was uneventful. You checked in on some patients, administered medicine and chatted with the janitor. Kotako Urumi was a pleasant man and you spent the majority of your free time signing in communication with the man. The both of you were in the employee break room midday when he began to sign about his day. Your brows furrowed at what he recounted.

“So, they drugged him?” A nod. “Well that explains why Dr. Crane told me not to bother with him this morning”

It wasn’t uncommon for new patients to thrash about when they arrived. However, you never got patients with quirks as dangerous as the one Kotako mentioned the man having. Your appetite had soured at the tale, butterflies hatching in your belly as you realized you’d have to check up on him after lunch. Once the hands of the clock pointed to twelve-thirty you punched in and took the stairs trying to make the trip longer than it needed to be.

Soon, sooner than you would have liked you were standing in front of room 1001A. There was no sound. You briefly wondered if the sedative was still working it’s magic and he was unconscious. You lifted up your I.D card towards the scanner, your hands shook; the spork on the tray you held almost falling to the floor. ‘According to Urumi he burned two guards and sent Dr. Eno to the E.R with third degree burns.’ The green light froze your plasma and brought you out of your mind.

And quickly before you changed your mind you pulled down the knob and opened the door. The snowy walls and decor were nothing new but there sitting up on the cot was your patient. His azure gaze bore into you and you had to bite down on your tongue to hold in your shock. The glare you received was intrusive and bone chilling. Those eyes held you captive as they yelled out at you maliciously. This one stare was threatening your very existence and your heart dropped.

Sweat lined your hands and you wished you would have asked one of the guards to come up with you. The pressure that had you pinned to your spot was lifted when he rolled his eyes and looked away from you. Your heart ran a marathon and you felt foolish for its needless rapidness. A thick white material hugged his thin frame, harsh belts holding his arms tight to his frame and to your immense relief a gold loop hung from the collar of the jacket signifying that it was one of the quirk cancelling restraints.

Before you could step into the room a hand clapped down on your shoulder and this time you did yelp. A bellowing laugh followed your surprised squeak and you turned to glare at the security officer. You shot the man a dirty look as he ushered you forwards into the room, his hand at the small of your back. You were about to retort when you noticed the bandages that covered his arms.

“You shouldn’t be in here by yourself princess.” You grimaced at the unwanted pet name. He ignored your discomfort as he usually did and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, jabbing a thumb to the patients’ idle form. “That bastards dangerous and he would have no problem in taking a bit out of a meek little thing like you.”

“I can take care of myself.” You scoffed trying to shrug his arm off without dropping the tray. “Let go I need to feed-

Before you could finish said tray clamored against the ground. Your jaw hung in shock as you looked at the wasted food then towards the guard. You furrowed your eyes in anger at what he’d done but the brute didn’t even let you speak as he gripped your arm harshly.

“That asshole deserves to fucking starve.” He hissed, he grabbed his walkie form his belt and you heard static as he spoke. “Yeah, I’m going to need assistance in 1001A, he attacked the nurse, dropped the food and all that.” He lied.

You sputtered incredulously at his nonsense. “What the hell Hiroka.” Your voice was a weak waver.

“What?” He grinned. “I’m just giving the janitor a bit of work to do.”

He tugged you out of the room and you caught the cerulean gaze of your patient, you couldn’t discern the look he gave you as obsidian locks obscured his eyes. You pulled out of his grasp and quickly walked away to get something else for the man.

You were disheartened to find that there wasn’t much left in the kitchens. You put together what you could and made it to the elevator. Once you were trekked back to the patients' room when you saw that a small crowd had gathered. Kotako was cleaning up the mess as Hiroka informed the director of what happened.

“T-that’s not true.” You stuttered. “He didn’t attack me. Hi-“ You shivered at the look the burly man gave you. A silent threat if ever you’d seen one. “Y-you can check the camera.” You finished weakly.

Cash at the front desk was radioed and you knew that the truth was fruitless, Hiroka was going to get away with it. Cash was lousy at his job, he wasn’t a bad person he just didn’t check the cameras too busy with his hands under the table, playing a mobile game. So, you weren’t surprised when he said that he didn’t see anything.

“Right, Hiroka next time don’t call such false alarms.” The director huffed.

“Sorry boss, I heard the little lady scream and assumed the worse ya know.” He said pointing towards his injuries. He then let out a cruel laugh. “She probably saw his face and got frightened.”

The director just nodded in exasperation and told the both of you not to let it happen again. You were just glad that Hiroka left with the director. You paid no heed to the nasty look he gave you and went into the room. Kotako waved at you wiping up the last of the mash from the floor. Once that was scooped up, he signed to you.

“Yes, I’d feel better if you did.” You smiled, glad that your friend would be waiting for you outside. You then looked towards the scarred man who sat motionless in white. As if he were a wild animal you walked over to him slowly and sat upon the stool in the room near his bed. You then got a closer look at him… You wouldn’t unpack that now.

“I-I brought you food.” You stuttered.

You had sat there for around five minutes before his stomach growled and with great reluctance, he turned to you and opened his mouth. You blinked at him like a fool for a minute before realizing what he was doing.

“Sorry if it doesn’t taste so great.” You whispered watching as his lips closed over the plastic. He didn’t speak to you, as a matter of fact he didn’t look to be there with you at all. ‘Must be the meds’ you thought, lifting another spoon to his mouth. The cycle continued until he sealed his lips. You flinched when he suddenly leaned towards you.

You wiped his mouth, your face hot for getting scared yet again. You chose not to acknowledge the smirk on his face. Amusement danced in his eyes as you scuttled to get everything together. Most of your other patients didn’t need to be hand fed save for the handless man that was transferred from Tartarus three months ago. So, you quickly figured out a timetable on when you’d feed him. You had bid the man goodbye and just as your hand touched the cool metal of the handle you heard him speak.

“Thanks.”

You thought of the cerulean eyed man as you laid in bed that night. When you returned at six-thirty to give him dinner he seemed more alert, drugs finally out of his system. You had helped him to the bathroom still jittery when you noticed that he had genital piercing that had been removed. He didn’t say anything as you stared but a slow smirk slid onto his lips.

You smothered a pillow onto your burning face. Your patient was attractive and definitely packing. But that’s not why you were thinking of him. He said something again, like last time right before you left. It had eaten at you the whole ride back to your apartment. And as you slipped into unconsciousness it rang in your mind.

‘Do you think that asshole deserved what I did to him?’

You woke the next day an odd pep in your step as you got ready for another day of work. A smile tugged at your lips on the bus-ride to the asylum. You tossed Cash a careless ‘Good morning’ and walked into the locker room. You swiped at your mother’s notification and wired her another hundred. Then you were out on the floor again.

“Any pain today?” You asked your handless patient. An annoyed no filled your ears as the golden eyed man went back to listening to his favorite podcast. You left his room with a smile glad that he was finally eating most of his food.

Then you made your way over to 1001A. You opened the door with a bit more ease ,a smile on your lips.

“’Morning.” You chirped.

You helped him brush and tried to give him more privacy by not looking when he relieved himself. Soon you were in front of him bringing scrambled eggs to his charred lips. You looked at his scars intently wondering if they were done purposefully. You were so engrossed in your stare that the splat of the pancake on his lap lifted you off your seat.

“A-ah I’m so sorry.” You squeaked, trying to dab at the sticky syrup coating his lap. ‘No good, I’ll need to get him a change of clothes.’ “Sorry”

“No problem doll.” Heat shot up to your cheeks at the teasing tone.

“D-don’t poke fun, it was an accident.” You mumbled.

“What? You want to know how I got these scars?” He hummed.

This perked your interest but before you could ask the door was slammed open. And then your good mood was soured. Hiroka entered the room. “I thought I told you that you shouldn’t be in here alone with him.” He scolded.

“Well the boss said we’re allowed to go in on our own unless we feel threatened.” You frowned, your fingers tightening on the spork.

“And you feel all safe with that?” He scoffed incredulously. ‘More than I do with you’ You thought. “Lis-

“I-If I need your assistance Mr. Hisoka I will ask. But as of right now I do not.” Your voice shook but you held firm and continued. “Please leave your making the patient uncomfortable.”

The door slammed shut behind you and you let out a sigh of relief. The so called ‘patient’ watched the ordeal with unconcealed amusement. “I dunno sweetheart I wouldn’t say I was uncomfortable.” He mocked.

You felt your eyes roll at his insinuation. But ultimately, he was right, you absolutely loathed Hisoka and felt incredibly uncomfortable around him.

“Right… Let’s get you a change of clothes.”

‘He’s so skinny.’ You noted as you slid the white fabric up his legs. You were squatting down in front of his parted legs, only noticing the awkwardness of the position when you noticed the slight bump underneath his briefs. And when you looked up you inhaled sharply. Azure eyes looked down at you very indecently. You shot up quickly asking him to stand so that you could pull them up the rest of the way.

That night you dreamt of your patient. You stared up at him through your lashes and his hand came up under your chin. His thumb brushed against your bottom lip and your tongue came to side along the warm skin. Azure eyes looked down at you. “where do we go from here babydoll?”

Heat pooled in your belly at the words, his hand guiding you towards the tent in his pants. When your lips met the warm bulge, you gasped and looked up at him. It was then that you looked down at yourself. Your scrubs were on the stool, one of your hands underneath your panties; fingers circling your clit. You were dripping and the nod of the man was what the green light you needed to go ahead and pull him out of his trousers.

But as soon as your hand tugged at his pants a swirling heat surrounded you. It wasn’t the pleasurable kind you were feeling up till that point. No, this one was painful, it licked at your skin charring the flesh as you screamed. You only fell back as you tried to move away a blue inferno quickly surrounding your body, downing you in a hurricane of fire.

“what’s wrong sweetheart?” He leered. “It’s just a little heat.”

The metal that seemed to hold his jaw in place snapped. The pulling of flesh startled you as blood and flames poured out of the wound. One by one the staples on his body erupted and with each pop the flames grew bigger, hotter until they consumed everything in the room, yourself included….

You woke with a start. Your skin damp with sweat, hands clammy and eyes unfocused. ‘A nightmare’ You wheezed. ‘It was just a nightmare.’ You consoled yourself. You were almost late that day, your movements sluggish and uncoordinated.

You muttered a hasty good morning to Cash and got dressed. You slid your phone into your pocket and walked out onto the floor. Kotako had given you something for your headache during lunch but it seemed as though it was wearing off.

“You look like shit.” Your golden eyed patient stated when you walked in to give him lunch.

“Feel like it too.” You coughed. He scampered away from you repulsed at your sickness. After forcing you to wear gloves and a medical mask he finally settled down to eat. Then you headed off to 1001A. To your relief the asshole of a guard was nowhere in sight.

The dark-haired male of 1001A chewed thoughtfully as he gazed at your sickish appearance. You had come into his room with the same skittishness as the first day and it seemed as though you were fighting to stay awake. He watched as you blinked back sleep and without warning you had fallen forwards onto his chest. He could feel the warm of your skin on his chest and he snorted.

“How careless.” He muttered. Since his arms were practically glued to his abdomen he couldn’t really move much, so he stayed there letting you snooze against his chest.

You snuggled against the warmth of his chest… You shot back, stool tipping over and you landed on your back harshly.

“Ouch, you okay dollface?” He asked.

Your wide eyes frantic gaze filled him with amusement. You’ve been amusing him since he’d landed in this hell hole. You scampered up quickly, still disoriented and you slurred out a question.

“About thirty minutes.” He shrugged.

“Fuck!” He rose a brow, he hadn’t heard you curse. “I-I mean I’m sorry I’ve got to go. I’m sorry.” Apologies spewed from your lips and tears began to blur your vision, your breath escaping you in short rapid succession.

“Oh shit.” He cussed, running towards the door, bringing his leg up to bring attention towards his room.

“N-no” You slurred. “I-I st-still need to give Ms. Hina her medicine.”

To your immense relief the one who threw back the door was Kotaro. You were let off early that day and thanks to your friend no one knew was informed about what actually happened. You were off the next day and had gotten much needed rest.

“No, sorry it won’t happen again. I just got sick. No mother, I wasn’t trying to be neglectful. Yes, I know. Next paycheck promise.”

You hug up with a sigh slipping on your shoes. The bus was early that day and Cash asked if you were doing alright. Kotaro was a different story; he had been so worried. You had showered him in thanks while waiting to clock in. You hit the floor running that day and once again you were in front of 1001A Dabi’s breakfast in hand. You owed him and you were going to thank him with the only thing he’d be allowed to receive. An extra serving of chocolate pudding for dinner.

“Good..Morning Dr. Eno…” The doctor was still covered in wrap and he was accompanied by Hiroka.

“(Name)” The doctor greeted. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

“I’ve been coming here at this time since last week.” You replied, your brows furrowed as they zoned in on a syringe. “I’m sorry I don’t remember Dabi having to take any new medication.”

“That’s because this one’s new.” The doctor’s tone was clipped. “It’ll help him.” He assured.

Dabi’s eyes bore into yours and you shifted awkwardly. Regardless of his previous criminal status he had helped you out the least you could do was ask what the drug was for…right? “What’s it for exactly.”

Hiroka shot you a look. “You don’t need to know.” You felt your heart sink, something was definitely up.

“Dr. Eno.” You shouted. “I asked what’s it for.” You saw his hand tremble. “Whatever it is you're trying to do…Don’t do it.”

“Can you just shut the fuck up (Name)?” Hiroka hissed. “He’s had this coming. Do you know how many people this prick has killed? Hm? Do you know how disfigured Eno is underneath that? This is justice okay? We’re putting this asshole down. It’s better for everyone this way.”

“T-That’s.. But.. then why is he here?” You mumbled. “We’re here to help these people. To rehabilitate-

“Oh, wake the hell up (Name)” Dr. Eno hissed. “These people won’t change.”

Dr. Eno lifted the syringe ready to pierce the man’s skin and end his life. However, before he could Dabi kicked the doctor in the chest. The injured man flew back at the force and Hiroka dashed to restrain him. You turned towards the door and Hisoka realized his mistake.

��Help!” You hollered. “Help someone!”

Hisoka was going to run towards you when Dabi’s teeth sunk into his arm. The burly man punched the dark-haired man repeatedly desperate for him to let go. Dr. Eno had finally scrambled up from the floor and had tried to yank you back. However, you had managed to grab the attention of some of the guards and doctors on the floor and they were quickly rushing over.

Shock filled your eyes when you felt the needle pierce your neck. Hisoka’s eyes widened as the liquid was pushed into your veins. The three of them watched as your body hit the floor with a dull thud. The room was then stormed by security…

When you came to you realized one very important thing… You were alive? Urumi was there when you awoke and quickly gave you the rundown. But you could only really focus on one thing. You were alive. Your world seemed to be in clearer focus afterwards. Work had become much more pleasant now that Hisoka was fired. Dr. Eno had managed to make a run for it somehow but both of them seemed to be off the grid.

That didn’t matter to you. Your monotone life was finally back, and you were grateful for the comfort of normalcy. You’d kept your routine, and surprisingly you took a liking to your scarred patient.

“Oh, c’mon doll don’t be cruel~” The patient of 1001A teased.

“No Dabi.” You huffed trying to put your foot down on the matter.

“Please?” He tried.

“Fine, but you owe me.” He grinned. And you somehow knew that if his hands would have been free, he would have waved at you as you left. The rest of the day was uneventful, you checked in on other patients, gave the germophobic patient some painkillers and chatted with Kotaro. You were filling in papers when you noticed that it was time to give the patients supper.

“Would you fucking watch what you’re doing.” Chisaki huffed annoyed that you were missing his mouth and dirtying his face.

“Sorry” You mused, wiping his cheek clean.

Chisaki was glad when you left his room and you quickly darted to Dabi’s room. You brushed off your scrubs and used your key card. His cerulean eyes seemed to light up when he saw you and you felt your heart thump.

“So? Did you get it?” He asked eagerly after practically inhaling his soup.

You then slid out the extra pudding cup and you felt a twinge of sympathy in your heart at his excitement. When the chocolate hit his tongue, he moaned. “You’re a fucking angel in this hell hole.” He rasped. Once done with both cups you wiped the corner of his lips, your eyes staring at the metal staples.

“What’s wrong angel face?” His whispered, his chocolatey breath fanning the skin of your cheeks. “Interested?”

You pulled back from his personal space and nodded dumbly. He motioned for you to come closer. You did so. You turned your head as it looked as if he were going to whisper it. But when you felt something hot and wet trace the shell of your ear you knew you had been duped. You pulled back with a squeal, your cheeks alight with fire.

“What the hell Dabi?!” you flushed, a glare fixing your eyes. He laughed at your expression. “Oh ha ha”

“Don’t be mad babydoll” He drawled. “I meant no harm by it, it was just too good to pass up.” You waited till he quieted down to speak.

“But seriously I.. I want to know.” You mumbled reaching up to touch the cool metal.

“I’ll tell.” He leaned forward. “On one condition.”

“Fuck I haven’t been out of that room since I got here.” He groaned; his eyes absorbed every inch of the facility. He was eager to look at everything else.

“It must be horrible being cooped up in there all the time.” You bit your cheek at the thought.

“You have no idea.” He muttered. “Doll roll me over there.” He motioned with his head and you wheeled him over to the window.

You pulled out your phone to check the time as he looked at the cityscape. You looked at him from the corner of your eyes, his long legs were strapped to the seat in precaution, the only way he was even allowed to exit his room. Your thoughts were interrupted by the dark-haired man.

“Hey (Name).” You jumped at the sound of your name passing through his lips. The way he enunciated your name made you shiver, and you suddenly wanted him to do it again.

“Y-yeah?”

“Do you think I’ll ever be allowed back out there?” He mused.

“Maybe.” You mused. “According to Kina you're showing improvement in your behavior.”

He was silent for a while. He then asked to be rolled to the cafeteria. It was then that you realized that he didn’t see other people, only you, the doctor, the night shift nurse and a couple of guards. After a few months of watching Dabi and interacting with him you began to notice that you take many things in life for granted.

“Say Dabi?” You began as you rolled him back to his room.

“Hmm”

“What’s the first thing you’d do if you get discharged.” You mused.

“Easy.” He scoffed. “Get my piercings back.”

A shit-eating grin split his face as you sputtered. You knew exactly which ones he was talking about. Whenever you scrubbed him he’d make it known..

“You don’t have to be so crass all the time.” You huffed unstrapping him. He got up and stretched his legs. You stayed there waiting.

“So.. When can I get a full shower again?” He asked.

“Dabiiiii” You whined.

“Fine.” He grumbled sitting on his cot. “I don’t like to talk about it.” He motioned to his scars and staples. “But a deal is a deal.”

“….That’s awful..” You whispered. As he explained the pain of his quirk. How his skin would consume itself and how his skin would pull. “Why..”

“Why what?”

“Why use it if it harms you.” You queried.

“To prove a point. This world is ugly (Name).” He continued. “It’s unfair and unjust and those so called heroes that claim to care and help others.. They’re all full of shit…”

He went silent after that and your shift came to a close. You found yourself laying in bed scrolling through your phone pondering everything Dabi had told you. You came across so much, and you came across Stain. You barely got any sleep that night as you read up on the corruption of the broken hero system.

Dabi was surprisingly knowledgeable and you questioned if he was even mentally unstable. He’d tell you whatever you wanted to know, sometimes with the deal of getting extra pudding, longer wheelchair time or what seemed to be his new favorite topic; your life.

“Spill the beans dollface, How many?” He grinned.

“Z-zero.” You flushed.

“You're lying.” His eyes narrowed incredulously.

“I-It’s true, I’ve never really had the time for it. My mother was kindof a tyrant while I was growing up.” You confessed.

“You must have grown up in a good district. A cute innocent girl like you would have been torn to shreds by the bozos where I grew up.” He said.

“Hey! I’m n-not that innocent.” You protested.

“Oh yeah?” He patronized. “Have you ever touched yourself.”

The personal question caught you by surprise. You toyed with your fingers and nodded sheepishly, confused as to why you would even tell him.

Dabi looked at your embarrassed face and smirked. You really were innocent. Someone like you was easy to take advantage of, you were an adorable mouse just waiting for a fox to snatch you up. You shuffled out awkwardly that day no doubt thinking about the last topic.

Dabi made it his goal to fluster you afterwards, asking things that were very intimate. However, he made up for it by speaking of his own life. His hardships, his life within an abusive family, his current goals. You loved learning more about him and you loved it even more when he asked you about your favorite things. You asked Matsuo the night nurse of his relationship with Dabi and were glad to know that no one else shared this type of relationship with Dabi. Not even the psychiatrist knew what you knew of him.

“Sometimes, I think of going back… I think of trying to find my mother and reuniting with my siblings.” He spoke. “I wonder what they’d think of me. Would they understand? Would they hate me? Accept me?”

You could never find the right words, your arms would just wrap around him instinctively. He seemed to fill your head. You’d think of him daily pondering his words and at night you’d dream of his warm flesh pressed against yours. You wouldn’t tell him, but you had called his name a plethora of times as you pulsed around your fingers. It wasn’t right. You knew it wasn’t right, to feel this level of attraction towards your patient it was Ludacris. But every sunrise you could only dress hastily eager to get to work. Eager to see him.

“Morning Cash.” You beamed.

You wired money to your mother and quickly stepped out of the locker room. You headed towards the kitchens picking up two trays. You ignored the way Kotaro’s eyes bore into you questioningly. You waved at him as you left, pretending not to notice how his eyes narrowed in suspicion. Sadly, he had cornered you during your shared lunch break.

“Oh, C’mon Kotaro can’t I be happy to do my job?” He squinted his eyes at you. You hadn’t noticed it, but Kotaro was very perceptive. “Talking like him? No way.” You waved him off.

Kotaro signed something that made your blood still. “T-That’s crazy.” You laughed. But you weren’t stupid you knew about how people mimicked the ones they were interested. And you wouldn’t deny that you were interested in Dabi as a person, but Kotaro was clearly reading too much into things you didn’t like him like him… Did you?

“You said that the security guard u front never really pays attention to the cameras, right?” He mused one day.

“Yeah…. Why?” You added.

“Well I was thinking...”

“Thinking?” You pressed, folding the napkin onto the tray.

“That maybe you could remove this.” He said gesturing towards the straight jacket.

“I don’t know.” You said slowly.

“You don’t trust me.” His dejected tone stirred your heart and when he cast his eyes away from you, you stood up, setting your jaw when you heard him whisper. “I wouldn’t ever hurt you.”

“D-Doesn’t Matsuo remove it when he gives you your sleeping pills.” He nodded.

“But I’m asleep by then, and he fastens it on right before he leaves for the day. I want to be able to at least move my hands. Just once, (Name).” You bit your lip in contemplation. He had been here for about six months now. He’s been behaving, taking his meds and doing what’s told of him. ‘Only for a little bit’ you thought.

“Fine.” You relented. “But only for a little bit. Cash may suck at his job, but he looks up occasionally.” The smile on his face reached your soul and you knew you were doing the right thing. You got closer, your heart thumping loudly in your chest as you loosened the first belt. Within the minute the jacket loosened until his arms hung by his side.

The long material of the jacker fan past his fingertips so he rolled them up and brought up his hands to clench his fists. For a moment you were worried he might use his quirk and engulf you in blue flames like in a nightmare you once had. But you trusted Dabi, he wasn’t going to hurt you…

You let out an audible gasp when he turned his head towards you. Without warning he came at you pressing your body against the wall, his arm underneath your chin, pressing your neck against the wall. Your eyes widened, heartbeat erratic as you were held in place by the man. Dabi watched as you stared at him, your doe like eyes were wide and unblinking. You were scared. and he let a smile cross his face as he pulled back just as quickly as he had restrained you. He stayed close, brushing his fingers against your jaw.

“I told you dollface.” He murmured “I won’t hurt you.”

“B-but you sure as hell did scare me.” You breathed.

“Scaring you is fun dollface.” He pinched your cheek. “And it’s fun to do~”

You pursed your lips but didn’t protest when his fingers explored your face. His other hand holding yours, pale fingers entwined with your own. You loved how warm his hand was in yours, you enjoyed his closeness, the feeling of having him around you, god you loved it all, but it’s something you’d never say aloud. Instead you basked in his attentions.

“Your face is warm.” He murmured. “You know.. I’ve been wanting to touch you for a while.”

Your mind did not compute. And your heart practiced gymnastics in your chest when his thumb pressed softly on your lower lip.

“There’s something else that I want to tell you (Name).” You were all ears! “It’s embarrassing especially coming from a guy like me…”

“T-tell me.” You whispered. His ocean eyes met yours locking you in place with the intensity of his stare.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been happy a single day of my life, and I don’t think anyone’s ever been as nice to me as you’ve been.” The words were quiet and low. “Baby doll you’re the only thing keeping me sane and grounded here.” He continued in his secret tone. You were left speechless and your breath was all but stolen when you felt the gentle press of his lips on yours.

The kiss was like no other you’d ever received; the contrast in texture was mind numbing, solidifying the fact that yes you were indeed kissing Dabi. Your lips trembled against his, legs shaking weakly as he stole your breath. When he pulled away his forehead rested on yours, eyes gazing into yours. Your face was flush and despite knowing that on some level this was wrong, that you could lose your job, hell he might capsize and you could even lose your life but that didn’t stop you from leaning in again.

‘This is crazy’

On your bus-ride home you were in a state of bliss, fingers coming up to touch your lips in disbelief. Even as you climbed into bed that night you thought of that moment. Soft words and kisses swarmed your mind and you could only think of him. Your fantasies consisted of holding his hand as you walked through town, meeting his friends, and coming closer to him… Intimately.

“Dabi~” You huffed, your fingers deep inside your slick walls. You thought of his long pale fingers, imagining that they were the ones stroking your blushing walls. Your back arched off the bed when you began to swirl your fingers around the puffy head of your clit.

“Nnghh close” You mumbled deliriously. Your eyes were closed, and, in your minds eye, his warm hands stoked your body, lips molding into yours feverishly as he thrust into your dripping heat. Cerulean eyes captivated your sight as he moved against you.

You tangled your fingers into his hair, tugging at the strands as he brought you closer. You were shamefully loud. Begging for your vision of him to let you cum. At one point you could vividly hear his voice and when it gave you permission you felt your mind grow blank, your toes curling as a wave of relief flooded your body. You exclaimed something as you came. Something your friend had mentioned, and it was as you laid panting in the mess of your release that you realized that he was right…

You loved him.

Your face was warm when you entered his room the next day for breakfast, the kiss you shared and your activities the previous night catching up to you.

“Mornin’ Doll” he drawled.

You unfastened the belts and allowed him to get ready. When he came out of the restroom, you locked the door as procedure demanded. You realized that this was the first time in which you wouldn’t have to hand feed him. The thought of him not needing you, it was disheartening. You were brought out of your thoughts when he cleared his throat.

“Forgetting something angel?” He teased. You were seated in front of him immediately, bringing the spork up towards his lips. The same lips you wanted to feel again. Soon, much too soon you were finished and tightening the belts of his jacket. Your brows were furrowed as you secured it, you didn’t want to part from him. ‘

Dabi searched your face watching as your lips pursed in disappointment. It seemed as though you were finally aware of your feelings for him. He had known for a while that you fancied him. You were gazing at the golden loop of his restraint when you felt the dual texture of his lips press against your lips in a chaste kiss.

“See ya later doll.” He hummed, turning to lay on his cot.

Your ears burned at the action but when you looked towards him you realized that he was facing the wall. ‘He’s embarrassed’ you thought with a smile on your lips as you exited. You weren’t privy to his thoughts but in that moment, you figured that you had guessed his emotions correctly.

“Hey Ko.” You greeted. He smiled in hello, going back to his meal. “Woah what’s the rush?!” You asked your friend as he inhaled his food. You waited patiently for him to sign.

“Ugh seriously?” You groaned. “They should hire someone else onto this floor too, they’re really overworking you.”

Kotako disagreed. He told you about how he would get paid less than he does and well his salary wasn’t anything to sneeze at. Yours wasn’t either but most of your paycheck was wired to your mother..

“See ya.” You waved as he went off to clean. You wondered if you should tell him. ‘Would he be okay with it… Most likely’ you mused.

For weeks your days repeated, Wake, work, home with the addition of sneaky kisses with Dabi whenever you were alone, whether it be in his room, or when you wheeled him around. Those were always the most fun, the rush of adrenaline you got when his lips met yours meshed with the fear of getting caught. It was a thrill. He was a thrill and you always looked forward to your time with him.

“Ha! Beat that!” You cheered as your wad of paper stuck to the wall higher than his. The next wet slap of paper against the white plaster climbed higher. You huffed rolling a ball another wad and bringing the straw to your lips. As you were blowing air into it Dabi nudged you.

“You cheater!” you laughed, watching as the ball sagged down the wall and onto the floor. The both of you sat blocking the door and uncaring if Cash happened to see. After all so long as nothing bad was going on he wasn’t going to say anything. ‘Too much paperwork’ he’d say.

“You look a sight babydoll” He breathed. You sputtered, throwing him a questioning look, he responded by tugging the soft flesh of your cheek. “Your smile. You didn’t do much of that before.”

“Oh..” Was your quiet reply. “That’s ‘cause there wasn’t much to look forward to.” You mumbled playing with your fingers. He grinned at the insinuation but then he asked something that made you think. He had a knack for making you rethink things.

“Then why’d you keep working here if you didn’t like it?” He asked. “I could never.”

“That’s because you're so? So.. free spirited?” You muttered. “You do what you want, say what you want and only care about it being good for you. I can’t do that.” Though you so wished to share his hedonistic lifestyle.

“Let me guess.” He began “Parent’s made you do it?” You nodded.

“She pushed me hard, said I should be something that earns decent money.” You shrugged. “Not that I see most of it anyways…”

“Then quit, stop sending her cash and live your life.” He shrugged nonchalantly.

“W-what?! I can’t do that?!” He gave you a look.

“Why not? Tell me what does she do with your money?” You frowned at the answer. “Thought so, she’s living large with your shit an-

“And supporting my step-dad’s addiction.” You added.

“No Doll, you're supporting it. Be selfish, you have a career because of her but it doesn’t mean shit if you hate it. Besides what exactly do you owe her?” He pressed.

“…I don’t exactly hate it..” You mumbled. “I get to help people, see Ko and uh… you.”

“I guess life for me would get shittier if you did quit huh?” He laughed. “Well then Angel, Let me give you a bit of advice. Stop sending her cash and I don’t know? buy yourself a car or something. Trust me you’ll feel ten times better about your life.”

You had come to the conclusion that Dabi seemed to always be right. You hadn’t given your mother a dime and when she called you had told her off. Finally putting your foot down and saying you wouldn’t wire money to fund her life of debauchery. It felt good. Dabi had taught you so much about life, things you weren’t aware of. For one you realized that people were taking advantage of you, Second, you were living a monotone life devoid of anything thrilling and third, he opened your eyes to a part of yourself that longed for intimacy. That longed for him.

Life had taken a change the next week you were pulling into the driveway of the facility. The day of, you showed off your new car to Kotako who was more than impressed with your new assertiveness. That morning you sported a matching grin with the cerulean man as you told him of your recent endeavor. Electric blue congratulated you for taking reins of your own life.

“Guess what?” You bubbled one day.

“Hm?”

“I was three districts away from my home yesterday when I came across one of your friends.” You chimed, slipping out a note from your pocket and handing it over to him. It was a crude drawing, but he knew what it was. The league’s current location and a familiar drawing of a head with two buns that signed it as official.

“So?” You pressed.

“Thanks Doll.” He hummed a lazy smirk claiming his face as his lips pressed against your temple. Your heart almost imploded, you loved making him smile but you wanted to know what the note was, and Dabi told you. “Listen this is very dangerous stuff Doll.”

“I know..” You mumbled.

“It’s a hideout.” He answered honestly. “They think I’m going to escape this hellhole” He scoffed. “Anyways I don’t want you going there, it’s not for you.” You frowned at that.

“I mean it (Name).” He reprimanded.

“Fine.” You relented.

How was Dabi supposed to stop you? He was locked in a reinforced ‘cage’. You decided to go after work. You knew Dabi told you not to, but you couldn’t help yourself. He had aroused your curiosity and you had a burning desire to know more and more. You wanted to know everything about Dabi even the dangerous unpleasantness of his criminal actions. And so you went.

“Can you take me to the roof?” He asked. It wasn’t impossible, you let the director know. He had agreed, Dabi’s behavior had been explanatory and it was a better alternative than having him in the gardens, where escape was possible.

The heavy doors closed with a slam and you undid the man’s bindings. There were no cameras up here, nothing but gravel and a cool breeze that tickled your cheek. Dabi stretched, joints popping as he reached towards the sun. It looked like he was attempting to pull it out from beneath the clouds. You had only been up here a handful of times mostly with your janitor friend. Dabi walked around the large area and you set a blanket down on the rough pebbles.

You watched grey clouds idle in the sky, their pace a languid stroll. You didn’t notice the silence until it was too late. You shot up from your reclined position, heart in your throat when you saw Dabi at the ledge. There was no gate, no rail, just a five-foot wall and a high fall. To your horror the thin man stood on the wall.

“D-Dabi!?” You croaked.

He looked over to you, glazed azure staring at down at you. Your heart punched against your rib cage painfully when he extended his arms, his head tilting back, the breeze tossing around long strands of white and obsidian.

“This is nice.” You heard him sigh. “Isn’t it beautiful (Name)?” He called tilting his head towards the shadowy city.

“Y-yeah.” You gulped not even looking.

“You didn’t even look.” He scoffed. “Don’t you see it?”

“See what?” You mumbled.

“The world devouring itself.” He breathed.

“Dabi please.” You whispered.

“Hm?”

“Get down from there.” You felt a liquid burn your cheek as it slipped onto the ground.

“Very poor choice of words babydoll” He chuckled, and lifted a foot in the direction of the fall. “You never said which way.”

“Dabi!” You cried, grabbing the sleeve of his jacket and pulling at him with all of your weight. Your head spun when his weight collided against you onto the ground. When the world stopped spinning you sat up, he was sitting in front of you and you just couldn’t stop yourself.

-Twack-

Tears lined your vision as his hair obstructed the view of his face. You had turned his head with the force of your hit. But Dabi only laughed.

“Why so serious doll.” He grinned turning his head towards you. “I was only joking.”

“Well it wasn’t funny.” You sniffled angrily.

“I’ve thought of it before.” He hummed. “Jump Matsuo and well you know.. Life in here sucks angel, The foods always bland, the walls are always white the only thing keeping me relatively sane is you.. But I wonder when it won’t be enough. In the long hours of the night when you're gone and my meds don’t work, I think about it. Maybe that’s why I was moved here.”

You didn’t answer, you didn’t know how to. So, you sat their fists balled up as he spoke. “Would you have been sad?” He asked.

“I would have followed you.” You didn’t waste a second in your answer. “I’d follow you to hell Dabi.”

“I’m flattered.” He flushed.

“Does this mean I’m as crazy as you?” You laughed.

“Depends~” He drawled.

“On?”

“How far you’re willing to fall with me.” He grinned, his hands sliding on top of yours. “Let’s leave, this place is just as much a prison for you as it is for me.”

It was then that you knew what you had to do. Your fingers dug into your pocket where you produced a familiar looking knife.

“Guess who gave me this?” You whispered.

“I thought I told you not too.” He grinned.

“You were testing me weren’t you.” You hummed. “Eno and Hiroka weren’t all too happy to see me.” You bit your cheek in embarrassment and muttered a hasty apology for not catching on.

“You know there’s no going back after this.” His breath tickled your face and you leaned in closer.

“I know.”

You removed the space between you and pressed your lips against his; sighing when his hand settled at the back of your head. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip and you quickly parted then for him allowing the warmth of his tongue to invade your taste. Chocolate pudding, you smiled against his moving lips. When he pulled back you chased him greedily capturing his lips.

He laughed into your mouth, amused at your eagerness but not against it. It was when your hands finally tangled in his hair to bring him closer than he pushed you back. Smoldering eyes burned into you and your breath caught.

“One last chance babydoll.” He rasped.

“I want you.” You breathed. “I want this.”

He didn’t need you to say anymore. Your back hit the gravel, tiny peebles indenting the soft flesh of your back. His covetous hands roamed and slid underneath the fabric of your scrubs. Large palms igniting your flesh with every knead. His chocolatey tongue invaded your mouth once more, the wet muscle gliding across yours. Your fingers dug into his back as you pulled him impossibly close. You were desperate to feel more of him. To have him surround and consume your trembling form.

“Someone’s eager.” He chuckled, but he wasn’t faring any better. He’d been abstinent for months and his fingers clutched your skin desperately. God he’d wanted to fuck you for months. His lips ate at the skin of your neck hungrily, they were rough against the soft skin and you gasped at the feelling. Your body was warm and your temperature only rocketed as he began to tug your shirt off your body.

Dabi’s eyes gazed at your exposed skin, his eyes aglow. He pawed at your chest fumbling with the clasp of your bra in his haste. You sat up and helped him a smug look on your face. “Someone’s eager.” You snarked back.

“Ha.” He sassed, his warm hands cupping the soft flesh once they were free. “I haven’t seen tits in a long time.” He laughed his fingers tugging at the hardened buds. As he contented himself with the flesh of your breasts you pulled at his jacket. Once the white material was off his hands when back to your body.

You’d seen his lean body more times than you could count but it was still fascinating and your hands mapped the strong textured muscles of his torso. The discolored skin paired with his pale flesh was definitely interesting. “Admiring the pathwork doll~”

“It’s not patchwork.” You pouted, bringing your lips to the marred skin of his pecs. “It’s beautiful.”

He didn’t respond to that instead he pushed you back onto your back and dug his fingers under the hem of your pants. The heavy material slid off your legs and you shivered. You were almost bare before him. It was something you had wanted for so long. Dabi’s hands grabbed the soft pulpy flesh of your thighs and pulled them apart, his smirking eyes never leaving yours.

“Tell me honestly (Name).” You whined at the sound of your name on his lips. “You’ve thought of me doing this to you.”

You nodded dumbly. But Dabi had stopped a mean glint in his eyes. “What did I do to you in your little fantasies doll?”

You gasped, your face throbbing with embarrassment. His hand came down on the fat of your thigh as he pressed you for an answer. “C’mon babydoll tell me what dirty things I did to you? Did I touch your cute little pussy?” The deviant made a show of sticking out his tongue before adding. “Did I eat your trembling cunt?”

“F-fingers.” You stuttered. “You stretched me out with your fingers.”

“And?” He leered, his fingers playing with the elastic of your panties.

“T-then you um, you um-” You stumbled over your words but Dabi knew what you meant, he’d caught you staring more times that he could count and he brought your hand to the thing you felt only in dreams. Just like the rest of him, it was hot and firm. You felt his length throb against your hand.

“And this was splitting you open right?” He teased.

“Pretty much.” You breathed, you felt yourself clench at his size. Fuck he was going to destroy you.

He didn’t bother with pulling them off and pushed the damp material to the side. He looked long and hard at your cunt and when his eyes came back to yours you could practically read his smug thoughts and his next words weren’t surprising.

“Are you always this wet or am I just lucky?” You rolled your eyes, tensing when his fingers slid up your slit. They glided up easily. “Hold your thighs up.”

You complied, spreading your legs wide for the scarred man. His wet fingers glistened when he held them up and you saw the gooey liquid stretch when he separated them. An amused lift of his brow was all you got before he went back to play with your dripping cunt. You keened loudly when he pressed against your clit.

Tight slow circles had you panting, Without warning he picked up the pace; the long fingers of his other hands had slid into your slick walls. Two fingers stroked alongside the gummy flesh until you let out a loud moan. He grinned and stretched you further slipping in another digit, he pumped them in and out in time with the figures on your clit.

Your chest heaved as a pressure began to build in your loins. You didn’t want to cum so fast but his fingers were as skillful as you had imagined. They played with your kitty in all the right ways, so much so that you bit the flesh of your lower lip to try to muffle your squeals.

“N-not yet!” You whined, knowing that if you came now you’d only scream when he slid his cock inside of you. The overstimulation would be too much, but he didn’t relent. In fact all you heard was the rhythmic ‘shclop’ of his hand pressing in and out of your pussy. It wasn’t long before your walls were clenching around his fingers, your release further drenching them.

“Yeah I’m not gonna last very long.” He grinned feeling the tightness of your cunt suck his fingers in deeper.

“Whaa?” You slurred in your hazy pleasure.

“Doll I’ve been here what? Eight months. I can’t remember the last time I jerked off.” He informed while leaning over your slick body. “But one things for sure.” He chuckled darkly, something more for drama than to frighten.

“You're going to be stuffed full when I’m done.” He smirked as he lined up with your quivering cunt. You were looking forward to it, your answer a needy drag of his name.

“Oh fuck.” You whimpered as he pressed into you. He was massive, easily stretching you out further than your fingers, further than his. God it was amazing. He slid out to the tip and slammed back into you bottoming out and drawing a cry from your lips.

His pace was fast, he hit deep allowing you to feel the prominent veins of his cock along your walls. With every thrust he pressed down on you, legs stinging as they were pushed into your body. He leaned down enough to press his lips against yours messily. One hand going underneath your leg to grasp at your bouncing breasts.

Your legs were numb as he kept his punishing speed, his arm coming down to rest against your head as he pounded into you. He was on top of you by this point cock angled to hit your most sensitive spots. White hot pleasure heated your veins and curled your toes. All you could do was cling to him and babble incoherently.

“Nngh hah Dazshi.” You slurred as he surrounded your body, the heat of his skin singed yours and you were close. “Coming ah~ I-”

You were cut off by a deep groan, your pussy had clenched around him and he couldn’t hold it back. He spilled inside of you, thick ropes decorating your walls. He continued to fuck you through it pumping copious amounts of cum into your tightening pussy. Your mouth was agape as he kept feeding you, your greedy cunt clenching around his cock eager for more. And more he gave as his seed began to spill out from your throbbing hole.

Your fingers dug into his biceps; your eyes crossing at the feel of being stuffed. Dabi panted above you pulling out to drop the rest of his release onto the gravel. He watched as your pussy leaked thick white liquid sliding down your folds. He reached in to push it back in your body jolting at the action. Before you could question him he was sliding your panties back in place.

His lips met yours again and he pulled back with a grin at your blissed out expression. “When we get out of here I promise to fuck you way better than that.” You nodded mutely.

‘We just did that.’ Was the only thought on your mind as you searched for your garments.

Your legs wobbled as you leaned against the wheelchair, you casted Dabi a half-hearted glare as he snickered. Your face was still warm and your knickers were soiled, the seat of them catching the remnants of his seed that slowly trickled out of you.

You hoped no one would notice the funny way you were walking as you wheeled the chair to 1001A. As you were walking you caught sight of Kotako, his eyes narrowed down at the both of you in disbelief, his flustered expressions showed that he had put two and two together. Your face ignited when he put his hand to his ears and signed.

'loud'

The roof was Kotako's favorite spot and you felt your soul leave you when you realized that he must have gone up there while the two of you were… occupied..

Your friend didn't want to unpack that and just shot Dabi a glare motioning that he was watching him. Once you were in his room you broke out in incredulous giggles.

"I can't believe we did that." You gasped. Your body was still tingly, a flood of happiness filling your being. You were even more excited for what was to come. You turned to the man who was busy hiding the knife in his jacket. “Don’t forget.” You chimed.

“I won’t.” he grinned. He really couldn’t wait till two a.m. But he powered through the day, he pretended to drink his meds. And before the clock hit he knocked on the door to summon Matsuo. The thin man walked in and unlocked the bathroom and then as planned the power went out.

During the chaos Dabi slipped out of the front door, having not even used the knife. Out in front was a car and he slid into the passenger seat.

“Nice ride angel.” He whistled.

“Thanks.” You grinned, changing the gears and hitting the road.

#dabi #dabi smut #dabi x reader #dabi x reader smut #tw: toxic relationship #tw: gaslighting #tp1a #<- lol that's a funny tag #Dunno what else to tag this so yeah...#This is like tame dark shit...?

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xxdragonwriterxx · 4 years

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🔥I’m Sorry, Um..., Congratulations? 🔥

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Levi had to admit, even with anger clouding his system, he was impressed by the determined look on the small doctor’s face as she stared him down, one hand on his chest as she held him back from the infirmary room where his lover had been taken after returning from an expedition. He could feel her trembling against him, her body betraying her nerves at the murderous look on his face, but her eyes were hard and unyielding as she stared right at him.

“She is fine Captain, she has just been pumped with a lot of sedatives and needs her rest. If you go in there, she won’t be able to talk to you.”

“I don’t care, I need to see her,” Levi growled, pushing harder against the hand that blocked him.

The doctor sighed when she saw the fiery look in his eyes. She was determined but she wasn’t heartless. She knew she would be able to work better on the young woman under her care if Humanity’s Strongest Soldier wasn’t watching her every move like a hawk, but she also knew that he was just scared for the person he loves the most. She could see it in his eyes, the desperation that was buried beneath the anger. He just needed to see that his wife was okay.

The doctor hesitated for one more moment before closing her eyes and nodding once, standing aside for him to pass. Levi wasted no time, quickly pushing into the room behind the doctor, only relaxing when he saw (Y/N) in the bed in front of him. He moved over to her bedside and slid down into the available chair, ignoring the doctor as she came in, grabbing a hold of (Y/N)’s hand and rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. She was alive, he could see the rise and fall of her chest under the sheets, but he still felt nervous. The sight of her paler than normal skin and the bandages wrapped around her arm and chest was making him feel light headed.

He hadn’t been there when she got hurt. He hated it, but as Squad Leaders, the two of them usually had to separate during missions, (Y/N) leading her squad while Levi ran his, working to save as many people as possible whenever the missions went awry. He knew she was very capable, knew that if he ever suggested she back down as a Squad Leader to be in his own squad or stay home while he went off to fight that he would probably lose a limb. He couldn’t stop her from saving people and fighting for a better world, but he hated that he couldn’t always be there to save her.

Her squad had told him what happened when he found her in the medical cart on the way back to the walls. Apparently, an abnormal had lunged for one of her squad members when they had been busy slicing the nape of another titan. She had propelled herself into the titan’s hand, which had knocked it away from the soldier, allowing him time to escape, but had crushed her own gear to her side in the process, breaking her ribs and spraining one of her arms. The injuries had been further bolstered by her being thrown into a tree, knocking her unconscious on impact.

Levi sighed and squeezed her hand. She could occasionally be so reckless that sometimes he wanted to thump her over the head. Maybe even tie her to a chair if it kept her out of trouble. Levi chuckled quietly to himself as he pictured the fury she would bestow upon him if he ever told her to stay home like a good housewife. He figured he’d be safer in a horde of abnormals. She was such a little spitfire, but she was his spitfire, and as he looked at her prone form lying motionless in the bed, he knew he wouldn’t have her any other way. He was just grateful that she was still here with him after pulling that stunt.

The doctor took a few notes as she lifted the sheets, checking (Y/N)’s injuries before clicking her tongue and leaving the room, probably to get more supplies. This gave Levi the chance to place a soft kiss on (Y/N)’s hand, running his lips softly along her palm as he savored the warmth that met his lips. No matter how long they had been together, Levi still felt embarrassed about showing her a lot of affection in front of others, usually only going so far as holding her hand. With the doctor gone, he gave himself the luxury of showering her with small butterfly kisses, revealing how much he loved her and how worried he was for her. Finally leaning back in his chair, Levi brought (Y/N)’s hand away from his mouth and settled back with a sigh, content to wait for her to wake up, giving her hand another comforting squeeze.

Levi had just been about to close his eyes when he was surprised by the feeling of his hand being squeezed back. Levi immediately jolted in his seat and glanced over to his wife’s face to see her features scrunched up as she fought her way back into consciousness. Levi leaned over her, his other hand joining the first to hold her hand to his chest as he watched her eyelids flutter.

“Come on, (Y/N), open your eyes, baby,” Levi murmured.

The doctor came back in as (Y/N) let out a groan, the petite woman brightening at the sight of her patient waking back up. Moving to her other side, the doctor began to check her vitals as (Y/N)’s eyes blinked open, her (e/c) hues roving around the room in an attempt to focus on something.

Levi watched her eyes clear as she woke up completely, a small smile curling the corners of his mouth at the sight of the recognition in her eyes when she saw him.

“Levi…,” (Y/N) sighed.

“Hey, baby,” Levi murmured, using one hand to brush the hair out of her eyes. “How do you feel?”

“Like shit,” (Y/N) said with another soft groan.

The doctor chuckled at (Y/N)’s response as she looked her patient over, carefully running her hands over her chest and sides. “You should, you took quite the hit,” she said.

“Really? What happened?” (Y/N) asked, leaning on Levi as he helped her sit up.

“You saved one of your squad members by taking a hit from a titan yourself,” Levi answered, his gruff tone making (Y/N) wince. She knew that tone, it was the tone he used whenever she managed to get injured on an expedition. It was a tone that both warmed her heart and sent a chill down her spine. She knew it just meant that he was worried about her, which was what made her heart warm, but she also knew it was a warning.

“Oh yeah…,” (Y/N) said, gently rubbing the ribs along her right side. “Are my ribs broken?”

“Yes, three of them, but your arm is only sprained. I’ve set your ribs and wrapped them so you should be fine aside from some soreness. You can’t do too much though, or you’ll risk fracturing them. You will need to take a break for awhile if you want to heal as fast as possible, so don’t even think about training, even with a lessened training regiment,” her doctor ordered.

(Y/N) hung her head in disappointment but nodded, her hair curtaining her expression.

“I’ll have your arm in this sling for a little bit, but after a few days you should be fine to take it off, alright? Just don’t do too much physical activity or you’ll make your entire body worse, alright?”

(Y/N) nodded again but lifted her head. “Thank you, Doctor…?”

“Santiago. Doctor Santiago, but you can call me Rosita.”

“Thank you, Rosita,” (Y/N) finished. “I appreciate all of the stuff you’ve done to help me.”

“Oh it’s nothing,” Rosita said with a wave. “It is my job, but you do so much for the good of humanity, the least I can do is patch you up after the fight.”

“Well thank you. I appreciate your consideration for my desire to get back in the field as quickly as possible.”

Levi grumbled something (Y/N) chose not to hear and flashed a warm smile at the suddenly bashful doctor, the small young woman wringing her hands in front of her while a pretty blush stole across her cheeks.

“Well actually, I meant to thank you,” Rosita said, still not looking at (Y/N). “The man you saved today, the one on your squad, is actually my older brother, Nico. When I heard what you did and how you got hurt, I knew I had to treat you and do it in the best way possible, in return for saving him. He’s all I have left, we lost the rest of our family when the titans broke through the wall, so I can’t thank you enough for keeping him safe for me.”

(Y/N) and Levi both exchanged looks of shock, but quickly shook it off. (Y/N) smiled even more at the doctor and quickly gave her a hug, ignoring her squeak of surprise when she brought her into her arms.

“I’m glad I could save him too. That’s why I do this job, to bring people back home to their friends and family,” (Y/N) said before releasing Rosita, smirking when the girl still looked dumbfounded at the idea of one of the most powerful Squad Leaders in the Survey Corps giving her a hug. She finally collected herself and busied herself with analyzing the data on her clipboard, turning her back to them.

“I’m glad he’s okay too but you need to stop getting yourself hurt,” Levi scolded, frowning at the smile his wife threw at him.

“Well what’s the fun in that?”

“(Y/N)...,” Levi said in warning.

(Y/N) giggled at the dark tone in his voice and leaned up to kiss him, fighting the urge to wince as she strained the muscles along her sides. Levi kissed her back with a roll of his eyes and gently stroked her uninjured arm, his fingers causing sparks to flicker along her skin. When they parted, Levi’s eyes were molten, the hot steel in them making her shudder.

“Just be more careful, brat. I can’t lose you.”

(Y/N) softened at his words and gave him another soft peck before Rosita turned back around to face them, Levi quickly moving back into his chair as if he hadn’t just been snuggling up to his wife. Rosita eyed them with a tiny smile on her lips but didn’t comment.

“Well, I’ve got the results for your tests and I’ve checked you over a few times and it seems like you will be able to be discharged later tonight. You were lucky, you broke a few bones, but you didn’t have any signs of internal bleeding and you’re both still relatively healthy with limited long term effects. I’m actually surprised that you were even out on that expedition considering your condition, things could’ve been significantly worse, and if you weren’t careful, you could’ve killed either yourself or the baby. If I were you, I’d start thinking about laying off the expeditions and focus on working from home until it’s safe for you to go back out on the field.”

Rosita looked up from where she had been reading off of her clipboard when she was met with silence, her eyes widening at the shocked expressions on both of their faces. (Y/N)’s jaw had dropped, her eyes wide and her chest heaving as she placed a hand over her stomach in surprise. Levi had gotten significantly paler, the color draining from his face to where he looked as white as a sheet, his eyes nearly bulging out of his skull as he stared at the ground, his lips slightly parted. It took Rosita a moment, but suddenly it hit her.

Rosita brought her hands up to her face, covering her mouth with her overlapping palms as guilt and shock flowed through her system like an electric current.

“Oh my gods, did.., did you not know?”

(Y/N) shook her head woodenly and Rosita paled, rivalling Levi’s lack of color as dread flooded her.

“I am so sorry! I thought you knew! I- oh gods…,” Rosita stumbled over her words, her eyes wide as she paced the room, trying to escape the situation by doing something, anything. Unfortunately, her frazzled brain didn’t give her time to think and she quickly took her leave with a mumbled excuse, slamming the door shut behind her in her haste to leave. Silence filled the room, the young couple frozen in shock as the doctor’s words replayed in their minds like a broken record.

(Y/N) glanced down at her stomach, running her palm over the still flat surface. She had noticed the signs, the slight increase in her weight, the fact that she vomited her guts up every morning, the dizzy feeling she would get when she worked her normally easy exercise routine. But all of these things she had dismissed as being overworked. She knew she was prone to working herself to the bone, often getting chastised by her amazing husband for forcing herself to do too much. The vomiting, the nausea, the weight change, those were all things she had experienced already whenever she worked too hard, the lack of sleep causing the dizziness, the inconsistent diet causing the weight change, and the migraines causing the vomiting. She had never even thought about the possibility of being pregnant, even though it made sense. She realized she had missed her last period, but she had been so busy she had failed to notice it, only focused on the upcoming expedition and preparing herself for the danger that would come with it.

Fear struck her heart then. The expedition. She had gone on the expedition with a baby in her belly, and had gotten hurt, would’ve died if it weren’t for her last minute efforts to make the fall less painful as she slammed into the tree, or the wonderful doctor that had healed her. She knew she had just been told the baby was alive and healthy, but what would she have done if it wasn’t? What would Levi have done? The thought made her close her eyes.

Levi was right beside her and still hadn’t said a word. What was she going to say to him? Would he believe her if she told him she hadn’t known when going out to fight? She was almost too afraid to look at his face, to see the fury and condemnation in his eyes. They had never talked about children, the two of them too worried about wiping out the titans and saving humanity to worry about a family. (Y/N) knew she wanted this, had always wanted kids especially when she got together with Levi, but the titans were still roaming the world. How would he react to having a baby thrown into the mix of chaos that already weighed heavily on both of their shoulders?

(Y/N) knew she had to face this. This was the man she loved more than anything. They had been together for years, even before they were dating, their friendship lasting strong since the day they met when Levi was forced to the surface with Isabel and Farlan. They could figure this out, would figure this out, together.

Opening her eyes, (Y/N) gathered what little courage she had left and turned to Levi, her mouth open to speak when she froze. Levi was crying. The tiny teardrops sparkled in the light of the hospital room as they slid down his cheeks, cutting trails down his perfect skin. He had regained some of his color and his eyes had narrowed back to their normal size, but the hues themselves were shining with emotion.

The sight was overwhelming. Levi had never shown this much emotion, even with her. The only other time she had ever seen him like this had been the night of their wedding when they were back in their room alone, a similar expression on his face as he made love to her for the first time as husband and wife, his eyes shining with emotion in a way that made her heart stop.

He turned to look at her and she felt herself break, tears welling in her own eyes to stream down her face. Her heart was pounding, threatening to burst from her chest as she met his intense stare.

“Levi- mppffhh!”

(Y/N) was cut off by Levi’s lips on hers, the passion and love that was being conveyed through the kiss making her feel light headed as her breath was stolen away. Levi was kissing her like the world was about to end, his tongue insistent as it mapped her mouth, his teeth biting and pulling at her lips almost feverishly. (Y/N) could do nothing more than whimper and moan into his mouth, her hands flying to grip his biceps and hold on for dear life.

They were both huffing and panting when they broke apart, (Y/N)’s whole world spinning in the aftermath of his soul searing kiss. Her eyes searched his, trying desperately to see what she hoped to see in his gaze. She thought his kiss was clear enough on how he felt, but she needed to see it. She needed to know that what he was telling her was true, needed to read it directly from his gunmetal eyes like she did every time she needed to know the truth from him. Years together had taught her how to read Levi like a book, her favorite book, so she would know his true feelings if she just met his gaze.

Levi didn’t shy away from her when she leaned closer to peer into his eyes, her hues flickering back and forth across his face desperately. Levi smiled and kissed her again, less aggressively this time, but no less passionate. (Y/N) slumped against him, her eyes fluttering closed until he broke away again. Leaning their foreheads against one another, Levi held her close, his hand tangling in her soft (h/c) locks.

“(Y/N), thank you,” Levi murmured. “I never thought I’d ever get this. Thank you so much.”

(Y/N) beamed at his sentiment, initiating her own quick kiss with him, relieved he wasn’t rejecting her or the new little life they had created together. “I love you, Levi.”

“I love you so much, (Y/N)” Levi whispered, pecking her lips again before leaning back, his eyes shining with the love he usually kept shuttered away. The sight made (Y/N)’s heart melt, her own eyes reflecting the love right back at him.

“I am so sorry, I really wasn’t aware you didn’t know,” Rosita said, the couple jumping away from each other in surprise, the pair having been so absorbed in each other they hadn’t noticed the bashful young woman come back in.

“Oh it’s okay!” (Y/N) said brightly. “You didn’t know, and we would’ve found out eventually, right? We just found out a little sooner, that’s all!”

Rosita was still mortified, but she seemed to relax a little at (Y/N)’s words, her hands wringing in front of her again as she faced the two captains.

“Well, I ran the results by one of my colleagues to be sure, but it looks like both you and your little one are just fine. You will be discharged tonight with an updated training schedule so you can remain active without putting yourself and your baby in danger. I’m sorry again, and um…., congratulations?”

(Y/N) chuckled and smiled at the doctor. “Thank you so much, Rosita. For everything.”

Rosita nodded and quickly took her leave again after grabbing a few things from the room, heading off to file the proper paperwork and bury herself in her embarrassment.

Levi smirked at the door Rosita had just scrambled through. He would have to find some way to thank her and let her know everything was fine, but for now, he had other things to worry about. Looking down at his wife, Levi couldn’t help the smile that crept along his features. They were going to have a baby. They were going to be a family. He had never in his life expected to have one of those. In the beginning, he had always assumed he was destined to be alone, the world always taking away the ones he loved most. But then (Y/N) had burst into his life like a firecracker, throwing his carefully structured world out of whack and destroying the walls around his heart in the same (Y/N) style fashion, never shying from his cold personality and laughing at his sarcastic shit jokes.

After they were married, he always expected to wake up and have it all be a dream. Everything had felt so surreal and yet he had never been so happy. This gave him the same feeling. He felt like he was floating, like he was going to wake up any minute now to find (Y/N) curled up against him in bed. But he knew he wouldn’t. This was reality, his reality. He was going to have a family and he had the stunning woman in front of him to thank for it.

His eyes hardened when he looked at the bandages wrapped around her body. He knew (Y/N) had had no idea she was pregnant when she rode out on the charge earlier that day, but Rosita was right. Something could’ve gone worse, and he could’ve lost one or both of the lights in his life. He knew (Y/N) was not going to be happy about being left behind, but he needed now more than ever to protect her. She was the diamond in a cave of stones, and he wasn’t going to give her up for anything.

He needed to kill all of the titans so his family could live and grow up in a world without the fear of being eaten. He wanted his child to be able to laugh and smile and enjoy life without the constant threat of death, without the fear that one or both of their parents might not come back for them. He grit his teeth and clenched his fist subconsciously as he dared anyone to even try to take his family from him, or him from his family. He was determined to give them the best life he could possibly give them, no matter what, and even though he would die for them if necessary, he wanted to be a part of it. Even if he was afraid of his possible lack of skills as a father, never really having had a proper role model to show him how it was done, he would try everyday to be his best for them.

A warm hand on his cheek snapped him out of his thoughts, and he turned to see (Y/N) watching him, a concerned look on her face. His own hand came up to rest over hers, his eyes closing while he nuzzled into her palm.

“You’re overthinking this. I can see it in your face,” (Y/N) said, snickering at the half-hearted glare he threw her. “We are having a baby, Levi, and I am here with you. You will not have to do this alone.”

“I’m here too, (Y/N). I promise I will be here every step of the way, and I will protect you with my life. So please, promise me you won’t do anything stupid during this pregnancy?”

(Y/N) smiled and leaned up to peck his lips lovingly.

“I promise, I won’t. I love you, Levi.”

“I love you too, (Y/N),” Levi said as he gently moved her to the side and slid into the bed with her, curling his body around her protectively. (Y/N) sighed and pushed herself against him, feeling her eyes droop as his warm presence lulled her to sleep, her hands laying lovingly over the child that rested in her belly as the soon to be new parents basked in the glow of their newest surprise.

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 3 years

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Welcome to the End

Summary: Y/N Winchester was a hunter like her brothers, following in their fathers footsteps. Saving people, hunting things, the family business.

During a case in Georgia, you meet the Dixon brothers and after saving Daryl’s life against a Chupacabra, the two of you become close. But, when the zombie apocalypse starts, life as you know it changes forever.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Winchester!Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Language

Chapter 9-

Daryl and Rick had gone out early in the morning for a supply run, so you spent most the morning chilling around the house with Carl and Judith waiting for them to get back.

"Hey, Y/N?" Abraham's voice called out as the front door opened and you glanced over your shoulder towards the big man. "Are you free to take my watch shift? I promised Sasha-" He began to say, before you smiled and cut him off.

"Of course, don't need to explain. Is the rifle up there?" You asked, placing a gentle kiss to Judith's forehead before you stood up and began making your way towards the front door.

"Sure is. Thank you, I owe you one." Abraham responded before the two of you walked outside, Abraham disappearing off towards Sasha's house while you made your way towards the front gate.

You spent the rest of the afternoon on the watch platform with the assault rifle slung over your shoulder.

By the time night fell, Rick and Daryl still weren't back yet and you were starting to get worried. They said they'd be back before dark, but eventually the headlights of their vehicle appeared in the distance and you sighed with relief, telling Rosita to open the gate to let them in. But, they didn't park by the front gate like usual, they drove towards the infirmary and you began to start worrying again. Was one of them hurt? Why were they going to the infirmary?

"Go. I'll keep watch." Rosita shouted, noticing your worry.

You nodded your thanks, carefully climbing down the ladder before running to across the community.

You reached the infirmary breathlessly just as Rick and Daryl climbed out the car carrying an unconscious man that you had definitely never seen before. He was wearing a long jacket, sporting long hair and an impressive beard, but you had no idea who this guy was.

"Who's this?" You questioned, following them into the infirmary after Denise and Tara opened the door, both of them clearly having woken up and you smiled softly at the new couple before you followed them inside.

"Jesus. He was hit on the head, I need you to take a look at him." Rick instructed, looking over at Denise.

She quickly snapped into action, clearing off the hospital bed and instructing them to lay the man down.

Jesus? Was Rick just trying to be funny or was that his actual name?

You watched Denise checked the man before she declared that he would be fine and wake up in a few hours. Rick and Daryl carried the man back down the street and dumped him inside the cell they had set up in the house between yours and Ricks.

Rick explained how they found the guy while Daryl dropped of a cup of water and cookie inside the cell for the man and you stood there in shock listening to the whole thing. They lost a truck full of supplies in a lake and Daryl chased this guy around in a paddock for five minutes? Man, you would have loved to see that.

"Were ya on watch duty?" Daryl asked as the two of you walked back towards your house after saying goodnight to Rick, his arm wrapped over your shoulder as you walked down the street.

"Yeah, Abe needed someone to take his shift and since you ditched me today, I figured why not." You joked, causing Daryl to scoff as he opened the front door and let you walk in first.

"While you were out there you didn't..." You trailed off, unable to get yourself to say their names.

"Sorry, didn't come across anythin' that seemed like 'em. They could still be out there, Y/N. They could have survived the herd like ya did." Daryl replied.

It was possible, but why didn't they come back of the Impala? Even if they did survive the herd, it was highly unlikely you'd find them again. They could be anywhere right now and Cas was dead... you'd never see them again.

"Maybe."

Daryl closed the door behind himself before the two of you began to walk down the hallway to the bedroom.

You stripped off down to your underwear before you took your bra off and slipped on a tank top. You crawled under the blankets of your bed just as Daryl got changed, wearing nothing but his boxers before he joined you in bed.

"What do you think of that Jesus guy?" You asked, rolling onto your side to face him as Daryl lifted his hand and brushed a stand of hair away from your face.

"Dunno, but let's not talk 'bout that." Daryl muttered and you simply nodded.

Leaning forward you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips and a second later Daryl propped himself up on his elbow, cupping the side of your face with his free hand and began to kiss you back causing you to moan into his lips.

"If ya keep makin' those sounds I ain't gonna be able to stop myself." He muttered as you ran your hand over his toned stomach, your fingers tracing over the scars painted across his chest.

"Good." You whispered against his lips.

You woke up early the next morning. You never needed much sleep being part angel. You were always awake before your brothers every day, which was annoying because the two of them snored like freight trains. It made watching tv in motel rooms when out on hunts very difficult to say the least.

The sun had just risen in the sky as you sat by the window in your bedroom, looking out at the street of Alexandria, but just as you were about to stand up, you spotted that Jesus guy walking down the road towards Ricks house. Shit, that can't be good.

"Daryl." You shouted, rushing around to his side of the bed as you grabbed his shoulders gently. "Hey, you need to wake up." You said again and Daryl suddenly bolted up right in sudden panic.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his eyes flashing your body up and down looking for any sign of injuries as you began to pull the nearest pair of pants which happened to be short pyjama shorts, but you didn't have time to find proper pants.

"Jesus got out. He was heading towards Ricks house."

Daryl quickly jumped out of bed pulling on a pair of jeans as he grabbed his vest and threw it on, not bothering to put a shirt on underneath before he grabbed his handgun just as you finished putting on your shorts satisfied that your tank top was enough for now as you grabbed your handgun from the night stand and ran after Daryl who had already left the room.

You sprinted into Ricks house, not bothering to knock before you heard voices coming from the staircase. You quickly pulled your gun out and ran through the house until you reached the stairs spotting Jesus sitting on the steps with Carl standing behind him with his gun raised.

Cocking your handgun, you followed Daryl up the stairs both of your sights aimed at the stranger.

Suddenly, Rick and Michonne emerged from behind Carl and you raised your eyebrow slightly at Rick as the two of them quickly did up the buttons of their clothes before you turned your attention back towards Jesus. Well, those two were apparently sleeping together, you thought to yourself.

Jesus glanced over at you and Daryl with a gentle smile before Rick instructed him to stand up and go sit at the kitchen table down stairs, telling Michonne to go get the others giving you and Daryl time to actually get changed into proper clothes.

Daryl threw on his sleeveless shirt underneath the vest while you put your bra on before putting on a pair of pants and throwing one of your flannels on over your tank top.

The two of you quickly made your way back to Ricks house instantly spotting Jesus sitting at the head of the table with Rick and Michonne sitting either side of him. Carl was also at the table, followed Maggie and Glenn while Abraham stood at the back of the table as the two of you walked into the room and you sat down beside Rick.

"So, how'd you get out?" Rick asked as you looked over at Jesus who was staring at you as if he was trying to figure out where he recognised you from, but you had never seen this man in your life.

"One guard can't cover two exits or third floor windows. Knots untie and locks get picked." The man explained as Daryl walked around the table and leant against the wall beside Rick and Jesus eying the stranger cautiously. "I checked out your arsenal. I haven't seen anything like that in a long time. You're well-equipped, but your provisions are low. Very low for the amount of people you have. 54?"

"More than that." You answered, watching the guy carefully.

He had obviously scouted out your community before coming into Ricks house and that was smart, but also not good for you guys.

"Well, I appreciate the cookie. My compliments to the chef." Jesus continued.

"Yeah, she ain't here." Daryl muttered, glaring at the man and you knew Daryl didn't trust this guy at all.

"Look, we got off to a bad start. But, we're on the same side, the living side. You and Rick had every reason to leave me out there, but you didn't." Jesus began to say, looking over at Daryl before he turned back to the rest of you. "I'm from a place that's a lot like this one. Part of my job is searching out other settlements to trade with. I took your truck because my community needs things, and both of you looked like trouble. I was wrong. You're good people and this is a good place. I think our communities may be in a position to help each other."

Nobody said anything for a few seconds as you slowly processed what he had just told you.

"Do you have food?" Glenn asked, speaking up for the first time as Jesus looked over at him.

"We've started to raise livestock. We scavenge, we grow. Everything from tomatoes to sorghum."

"Tell us why we should believe you." Rick responded, bringing Jesus' attention back to him.

"I'll show you. If we take a car, I can take you back home in a day and you can all see for yourselves who we are and what we have to offer." He suggested and although that sounded like a good idea, it could also be a trap.

"Wait, you're looking for more settlements. You mean you're already trading with other groups?" Maggie asked, thinking back to what the long haired guy had said earlier.

"Your world's about to get a whole lot bigger." Jesus said as he sat back in his chair with a small grin.

There were other communities out there? How did you not even think of that? If Alexandria could survive then surely others had done the same with walls, it made sense.

"Y/N?" Rick asked, glancing away from Jesus as he focused on you.

You knew what Rick was silently asking, he wanted to know if Jesus was telling the truth or not and as far as you could tell, he wasn't lying.

"I think he's telling the truth." You admitted, you had no way to know for sure, but your gut was telling you that he wasn't lying.

"Like I said, if we take a car, I can take you there right now." Jesus added, his attention purely focused on Rick who shared a quick look with Daryl and Michonne before he nodded.

"Alright, we leave in an hour. But, if this is a trap, you're dead." Rick warned causing Jesus to chuckle softly, but he nodded in understanding.

It didn't take long before you got the RV packed and ready. Rick left Gabriel and Carl in charge while you were gone and before you knew it, you were sitting between Daryl and Glenn while Rick drove the RV.

Maggie had fallen asleep an hour into the drive, her head in Glenn's lap while he talked with Abraham about something, but you weren't really paying much attention as you sat there, your head leaning on Daryl's shoulder, his fingers running through your hair gently. Jesus sat on the chair opposite you and smiled softly watching you and Daryl.

You couldn't help but like the guy. You weren't sure what it was about him, but you trusted him and coming from a Winchester, that meant a lot.

Suddenly, Rick slammed on the breaks and you nearly fell off your seat if it wasn't for Daryl grabbing you and you shared a quick look with your boyfriend before you both turned around and looked out the window, but you couldn't see anything out of the usual.

"Yo, Rick. What's goin' on?" Daryl called out, glancing back towards the front of the RV as Rick glanced at the two of you through the revision mirror.

"We got a crash ahead. Looks like it just happened." Rick responded, bringing the RV to a stop, causing you to frown in confusion. A crash? Like a car crash?

"It's one of ours." Jesus suddenly shouted, jumping up from his seat and before any of you could move he was racing out the door to the RV.

"Shit." You muttered under your breath.

You ran after the stranger, the others hot on your trail as you jumped out the door and stopped taking in the crashed car on the side of the road that had walker guts and bodies stuck to it.

It was clearly a fresh crash like Rick said, the walkers guts still fresh, some of the walkers stuck against the car still alive trying to reach for you and it was clear whoever was driving didn't see the walkers until the last minute and crashed. Rookie mistake.

"Don't move." You ordered, drawing your handgun and aiming at Jesus' head before he could take another step towards the car.

You may like this guy so far, but you weren't going to let your guard down. Your father and brothers taught you better than that.

Suddenly, the familiar sound of Rick's Colt clicking filled the air as he appeared beside you, gun aimed at Jesus as well.

"If this is a trick, it won't end well for you." Rick warned.

"My people are in trouble. They don't... we don't have a lot of fighters. I know how it looks, but I'll play it out. Can I borrow a gun?" Jesus asked, his eyes flashing between you and Rick nervously.

"No." Daryl muttered from beside you, glaring at the man before a faint noise caught your attention and you glanced over your shoulder towards a house across the road.

"They're in that house." You stated, holstering your gun and pointing at it causing the others to frown in confusion.

"How do you know that?" Abraham questioned, but you didn't get the chance to responded before Daryl spotted a set of tracks that lead to the house and you sighed with relief because you weren't sure how you were going to explain your super hearing to the group without freaking them out.

Without saying anything further the group of you made your way towards the house, everyone with guns drawn except for Jesus as he eyed the building anxiously.

Rick tried to look through the dirty glass door, but he couldn't see anything. You couldn't even see anything through the thick layer of dirt smeared over the glass.

"We moving in or what?" Abraham asked from behind you somewhere.

"How do we know this ain't firecrackers in a trash can?" Daryl questioned, walking up towards you and Rick.

You knew Daryl didn't trust this guy at all. But, he wasn't lying. You could hear the people inside. They were in there. You couldn't hear them talking, but you could them moving around and their laboured deep breaths.

"His people are in there. One's hurt." You informed, glancing over at Rick who stared at you for a second before he nodded and turned back to Jesus who was already staring at you with a shocked expression.

"We'll get your people. But, you're staying here with one of us. That's the deal." Rick instructed and it was clear Jesus wasn't too happy with that before he reluctantly nodded.

You watched as Rick pulled his handcuffs from the pouch on the back of his belt before he cuffed Jesus' hands behind his back.

"Y/N, Maggie. You two stay here, watch him." Rick said, but you shook your head.

"No, I'm going with you guys. If things turn south in there, you're gonna need me to back you up." You responded, turning towards Rick who just shook his head.

"Without your pow-" Rick began to say before stopping himself. "Without your... you know. You're just like the rest of us. So, stay out here and watch him. You hear me whistle, shoot him."

You glared at Rick, wanting to argue about you being just like them without your powers, but deep down you knew he was right. You couldn't even save Cas or your brothers. You were useless.

"Fine." You muttered and Rick gave you a small apologetic look, realising he had hit a soft spot, but you just looked away from him as Daryl grabbed your shoulder squeezing it gently and you sighed. "Just go, be careful." You added and Daryl nodded, kissing the top of your head before the group of them walked into the house.

You looked over at Maggie, realising she had her gun trained on Jesus as she gave you a small nod and you nodded back, glancing back at Jesus, but it was clear he wasn't a threat so you didn't bother keeping your gun out.

To your relief it didn't take long before the group of them returned with four strangers who were immediately relived when they saw Jesus standing beside you outside.

You stepped out the way, letting the group reunite as you walked over to Daryl, silently asking if he was okay and he nodded, wrapping his arm over your shoulder before you piled back into the RV, taking your usual seats.

One of Jesus' friends was a doctor and helped bandage the wound on one of the others that got hurt during the crash, but other than that everyone else seemed to fine and no threat, so you curled up beside Daryl, his arm still slung over your shoulder.

You were close to falling asleep before suddenly the RV stopped again and you frowned listening to the engine rev loudly as you sat up properly in your seat and looked towards Rick as he silently swore to himself. Well, you were willing to bet that Rick had driven straight through a mud pit and gotten bogged.

"It doesn't matter. We're here anyway." Jesus announced, looking out the front windscreen and you followed his line of sight to find tall wooden fence in front of you.

You glanced over at Daryl who was already looking at the fence of the community before you all followed Jesus out the RV, everyone slipping on the mud causing you to comment on Ricks bad driving, but he just ignored you, his attention purely focused on the wooden walls.

"That's us. That's the Hilltop." Jesus explained, holding his arms out towards the walls proudly. Well, this was going to be interesting.

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y2katsuki · 4 years

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promiscuous

soulmate au? a lil suggestive but sfw, pro hero bakugou

word count: 1890

For some time, people started getting a random marking on their body. People thought it was a genetic mutation due to quirks, but over time they discovered two people had matching marks of someone’s quirk. No two marks were the same. After some studies it was proven that these markings were soulmate markings.

Growing up, you hated the explosive marking you had on your upper back. You tried to avoid tank tops, low back dresses and more. No one really wanted to date anyone if you could see a soulmate marking. One day you looked on television seeing the upcoming pro heroes, not being much attention until you hear ‘Ground Zero, with an amazing flashy quirk. Explosives....’, you didn’t pay any more attention. You started at the blonde boy on the television, feeling a connection through the television.

“Well ain't this shitty. Regardless if he’s my soulmate, he's a pro and I’m just a civilian. No chance of us meeting.” You said driely to yourself. There was not much that you could do with your fox quirk. Not many people like you because they quickly assumed you were cunning and sly. So the best job you could get is being a waitress at a popular underground club.

Bakugou was livid when Kirishima took him to a club. He told him they were going out to relax and ended up in a non-relaxing place. His friends were super excited to have a free day and to party, Bakugou on the other hand wanted to go home and sleep. Bakugou sat on the couch next to his friends who were chatting about missions. Until a body appeared in front of the group.

“Heya fellas, I’m y/n. I’m here to take care of you. Can I get you fellas anything?” You flirt. I mean how else will you get tips.

While the others started to ask what was good and ordering, Bakugou stared at you. Noticing the red fluffy ears on your head that moves as you talk, as well as the bushy tail swings to the music. Bakugou for some reason can get his eyes off of you.

“Bakugou, do you want anything?” Kirishima snaps him back to reality. You are standing, with a hand on your hip, smiling.

“Water.”

You smile, before walking away to get the orders. Kirishima and Denki complained to Bakugou about just getting water. Bakugou’s eyes follow you as you head towards the bartender to get the drinks. You shiver as you sneak a peek at the blonde that was staring you down. You smile, thinking this was gonna be a good night and get an amazing tip.

The whole night, you felt the blonde’s eyes everywhere you went. You ignored it, it’s normal for working at a club. Currently you had your eyes on a regular customer you had for a couple months. He tipped big.

“You know I’m not a cheap one.” You giggled, as your finger ran along his neck. “The bigger you tip the nicer I am.” The man’s hand laid on your waist. At the club you were known as the promiscuous fox, playing into your quirk. A sly and cunning fox, that flirts with anyone. You didn’t care, the tips paid your expenses.

“Aren’t you a promiscuous foxie? That’s why I like you.” You internally cringe.

“I’ll be back. I have more customers.” You slightly push him in a flirtatious way, making him laugh. Rolling your eyes as your back was towards him. The bartender laughed as he saw your face.

“He’s still coming here.” He spoke as he made your orders.

“He’s so annoying. He always reeks of alcohol, but whatever. He tips bigger when he’s drunk.”

“Careful, those men always think you own them when you make them feel special.”

“Trust me. He will regret it if he tries.” Over the night, you completely forgot how the blonde’s eyes followed you.

Bakugou stares at the fox head outline that marks his left inner wrist. He wasn’t sure if it was you, there are others with the same quirk as you. He would scan your body to see if there was a trace of a marking, but he was quick to come to the conclusion that it was hidden where no one could see it. He finally gave up and minded his business.

The night was slowly coming to an end, peacefully until people heard glass shattering. Everyone’s eyes turn to the source of sound. Seeing a drunk man with his hands around a waitress neck.

“You bitch! After everything don’t you think you owe me!” The hand grips your neck tighter. Your regular finally snapped at you for not giving anything back for all the tips.

You groan as your nails dig into his wrist. You can see people starting to walk over to help you. You kick his groin, causing him to scream in pain and letting you go. You breath in before kneeing him in the face. Catching your breath, you look at the man lying unconscious with a bloody nose. You grab his collar before dragging him out of the club. Everyone stares at you and moves out of the way. You kick the door before throwing the man out.

“This one is banned.” You look at the doorkeeper.

Walking back in to clean up your mess, you are met with eyes. What? They never saw a person get kicked out of a club.

Your coworker comes over to inspect your neck. You had slight bleeding in the back of your neck, were the drunk man dug his nails into your neck. You pull your hair into a loose bun as your co-worker inspects the nail marks. Everyone’s attention went to their own business after awhile. As your coworker was scolding you from getting in dangerous situations once again and cleaning your cuts, someone else was staring wide eyed at your back.

The blonde can see your upper back exposed, that was hidden due to your hair. Clear as day, he saw the explosive marking on your upper back. Once your cowork placed a bandage on top of the cuts, you let your hair down and sighed.

“Aw man. He tipped so well.” You rest your chin on your palm, as you sipped your fruity drink.

You took the night off, sitting at the bar sipping at your drink. You feel a presence sit next to you but you ignore it. You hummed to the song playing as you swayed with your eyes close. You hear someone clear their throat, causing you to turn around to face the presence.

“Ah it’s you. Blondie.” You giggled. “Sorry, I’m done for the night. That man took the wind out of me.”

“I was checking on you.” His red eyes could still be seen in the dark room.

“Awh, are you worried about me? That’s cute.” You lean more into your hand and smile. “Well don’t worry, I’m heading home. So thank you for checking on me but this is where we part ways.” You sighed as you placed your jacket on.

“Let me take you home.” The blonde gets up.

You give him a weird look, causing him to backtrack and clear what he meant. Worry that a tipsy girl was going home late at night. You laughed and accepted, you didn’t want to deal with any drunk guys you will probably run into as you walk to your apartment. It was silent as the blonde walked next to you.

“Bakugou was it? Thats what the redhead said.”

“Yeah, you said your name was y/n.”

“Wow, what a good memory. Many guys don’t care because I’m just a waitress, so I appreciate that you remembered.”

The two reach your building. Bakugou insists that he will see you at your door. You smile and agree.

“This is the first time a guy takes me home and doesn’t expect anything.”

“Why would I need something in return?” He furrows his brow.

“Well most guys expect a payment for taking me home. I usually kick them and make a run for it.” You laughed, remembering all the times you kicked a man and booked it to your apartment.”

“Well I’m not most guys.” He sneers.

“I can see.” You turn to place your keys to open your door.

“I’m not most guys because I’m your soulmate.”

You’re hand hovers above your door handle. You stand in shock before turning around. You see Bakugou staring down.

“Very funny.” You gave him a dry laugh. “It’s not nice to accuse someone to be your soulmate when you don’t even have evidence.

“Oh really.” He shows you the outline of a fox head on his inner wrist.

“So what? Many people have a fox quirk.”

“Yeah but no but my soulmate would have an explosion marking.”

You feel a chill do down your back. No one has really seen your making, so how did he know? You hid the marking when it appeared, and never mentioned unless someone pointed it out if they got a glimpse of it. You couldn’t believe this man standing in front of you.

“Really? Everyone knows that Ground Zero has an explosion quirk. Impersonating a pro hero isn’t funny.” Your grip your door hand.

“Who said I wasn’t a pro hero?” You felt him get closer.

“Stop Bakugou. It’s not funny.” You turn and glare.

“It’s not.” You feel his hand creep, to touch your marking. Feeling static, your face heats up. “The marking looks just like my explosions.”

You turn around, slapping his hand away from you. You look at him in shock as he held a smirk that was all too familiar. Ground Zero’s signature smirk. He got closer, faces inches apart.

“Prove it.” You whispered. His smirk got bigger, as he took a step back. You hear a small crackling, looking down at his hands. Small explosions showered his hand. You couldn’t believe it. You never thought you would meet him, your soulmate.

He puts his hand down, getting closer once again. Your heart starts to race and your face flushes. His hand lands on your hand wrist, the other near the marking. He pulls you into a kiss. Your heart starts pounding against your chest, as you melt into his touch.

Is this what your soulmate’s touch makes you feel?

His hand starts to snake around your waist, pushing you closer to him. You snap back to your senses. You push his face, leaving small scratches on his face, due to your claws. His arm wipes the beaded blood, as he stands there still smirking.

“I’ll have you know. Even if I am your soulmate, I won’t fall for temptation. I’m not an easy girl, I play hard to get.”

“I love a challenge.” He chuckles.

“Well good luck. I’m not that easy to win. I’ll have you know, I have options.” You open your door. Before closing your door, Bakugou spoke.

“Who knew I got lucky with a pretty and hard to get fox? I’m looking forward to seeing more of you.”

You glared as you slammed the door to your apartment. You catch your breath, as you listen to the whistling and footsteps to disappear. You fall against the door, face flushed in the crimson color.

“Holy shit.” You muttered.

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neutron-stars-collision · 3 years

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The Art of Inversion

Neil x Reader

Chapter 11 - What If This Is All The Love You’ll Ever Get?

Masterlist; Chapter 10

Summary: The brief peace you experience does not last long. And this time the consquences cannot be ignored.

Warnings: Swearing; it gets quite angsty with some mentions of loss, excessive drinking and such... (I’m sorry)

Author’s Notes: Right so... this is post-Kiev, before Mumbai film-wise. It gets intense for which I’m sorry (trust me this wasn’t fun to write). I hope you enjoy nonetheless and please let me know what you think! Feedback makes my days so much better <3

It turned out that if you and Neil were forced to cooperate (long-distantly yet still), it could work out pretty well. Kiev was a success, to put it simply. Yes, the opera house got partially blown up, and TP’s initial operation became a ‘massive fuck-up’ (as Neil put it), but the boss himself made it. You have been assured about that by some remote Tenet connections you did not even know they had. Now it was their time to step into the game. So you waited patiently for Neil’s return while keeping yourself occupied with other random small tasks for the organization. You went back to texting him rather frequently as well, having decided that friends are allowed to have little chats like that. Also, because you could not deny yourself that guilty pleasure…

He came back just as it was planned, four days after your awkward goodbye (which still haunted you at night). It was late in the evening, and you were finishing a report needed for the morning when you heard a knock on the door.

“Hey you” Neil smiled when you opened the door.

You eyed him quickly, noticing the wrinkles on his clothes, ruffled hair, and tired eyes. It became pretty obvious he came to see you straight after coming back. And that idea made you feel… strange.

“Hey” you smiled back and left the ajar for him “When did you come back?” you watched him sit down on the bed and stretch his arms elegantly.

You could not hide the small smile that showed on your face at the sight. He met your gaze with a little grin of his own before answering:

“Just arrived back from the airport. Left stuff in my room, and here I am” he opened his arms to emphasise the point, and you laughed.

“I can see that. Aren’t you tired though?” once again, you warily searched his face.

But apart from being shocked at how beautiful he was, you got nothing concrete.

“I’d rather talk to you than sleep” he shrugged as though it was obvious. You blushed and looked down at your lap before closing the documents. The report would have to wait.

“How was the mission?” you turned back to him and watched, mesmerised, as he rolled up the sleeves and leaned back on his forearms.

Having Neil chill on your bed was certainly not an image you expected to see this evening.

“Well, you were there in spirit, so you probably know” he grinned “But if you want details…” he trailed off to gather his thoughts, “It was surprisingly easy to enter despite the ongoing siege with two different groups fighting inside. Then all I had to do was wait and try not to draw attention to myself”

“Where did you wait in the end?”

You have discussed the different options he had a day before the attack.

“A lovely storage room backstage” his eyes sparked “Would’ve been more fun if you were there with me” he smirked.

So nothing’s changed then.

“Did you find TP with no problems?” your swift change of topic did not go unnoticed.

But this time, he obeyed.

“Once shit started going off, I went back into the concert hall, and there he was. Trying to save all those civilians from being blown to pieces” Neil looked pensive for a moment “But then just as I thought that I would not be needed there, I saw movement near him. Someone has shot an inverted round there” he met your gaze “So I collected the bullet, making sure it went through whoever that was threatening TP and left just as quickly” he took off the shoes and went back to relaxing on your bed.

“He noticed you?”

“Probably yeah. But to him, I was just a handy help in a rather messy situation” he smiled “Enough about that. How have you been?” this time it was his turn to search your face.

You wondered what he found there.

“Alright, I guess” you smile lightly “When I wasn’t busy helping you, I was mostly working on some boring reports”

“Sounds fascinating” he grinned “Anything fun happened while I was away?” now he was lying on his side with head propped on the elbow.

For a second, you thought about the fact that your pillow might smell like him over night.

“Apart from Anna nearly slamming the door in my face yesterday… not really” you frowned at the memory.

“What?!” Neil’s eyes widened in shock.

“Yeah, well… think she just didn’t see me following her through the door, but I almost ended up with a concussion”

“That doesn’t sound like her but, then…” it was Neil’s turn to frown.

“After everything, I wouldn’t be surprised” you murmured and met his gaze with a weary smile.

You probably had to get used to the rush of butterflies you felt every time your eyes met. He stared at you with an inquisitive look. You were acutely aware that you were both probably recollecting the events from a few days ago. To stop the flood of images from making you do something stupid, you got up:

“Do you want a tea?” you busily stared at the kettle.

“Yeah sure” you could hear the self-satisfaction in his voice.

While you got busy with preparing two cups of tea, you could feel his eyes on you. Then a text alert broke the silence that fell. You turned to see him type an answer. For an absolutely unknown reason, you wanted to know who was messaging him. And why. But instead, you had to try not to pour boiling water all over your hand. At which you failed.

“Fuck” you hissed on reflex and hoped he has not noticed.

But nothing seemed to go past those deep blue eyes.

“Are you alright?” he sat up and watched you from across the room.

“Yeah, just clumsy as fuck” once the tea was brewing, you could assess the damage.

Apart from a little sore skin, you should live. When you turned to give Neil his mug, you were faced with a very smug grin.

“Don’t tell me you got jealous over a text from TP” he pushed his phone into your hands.

You stared blankly at the recent texts. The last one was his response to The Protagonist. One before that was to you. And nothing more remarkable after that. You felt very stupid. But thankfully, Neil was done with taunting. At least for the moment.

“It’s okay” he took his phone back and then gently cradled your hurt hand “Swear I won’t mention this again”

“If you will, I’ll shoot you” you glared at him, trying to ignore the waves of shame threatening to spill from your system.

“Now that’s quite dramatic, don’t you think?” he looked up at you and grinned.

Then he kissed your knuckles and released his hold on your hand. You were finally free, and you were not going to waste that.

“I’ll… I’ve got to go the bathroom for a sec… sorry” you bolted to the door with newly found energy.

Just before you locked the door, you heard him say:

“I’ve missed you”

Fuck. You pressed your back against the closed door and took a deep breath. The sting of the burn was nearly gone, but the shame burned just as strongly through your body. Now you understood why Jasper called you pathetic. That was probably the best adjective to describe your behaviour. Slowly, you calmed down the racing heart and opted to take off make-up as a relaxing task. It worked, and soon you also decided to change into some nightclothes. It was late, and it was safe to assume that Neil would leave for the night in the not too far future. Finally, you took long fifteen minutes to coach yourself to go back out into the room. It was a rather difficult task as you had enough humiliation for the day. But at the same time, you wanted to spend as much time as you could with him.

Was addiction to Neil a thing? Because you might have just diagnosed yourself with it, you mused while exiting the bathroom. Outside, you were faced with a surprising yet adorable sight of the man himself curled up on your bed and snoring. His face was relaxed with no frown lines visible, and the abandoned mug of tea steamed on the bedside table. You noticed that he took your blanket and covered himself with it. You could not stop the smile that showed on your face when you took in the image. However, that also left you with a rather difficult decision… He certainly left enough space for you on the bedside facing the wall. But also, that was a bit risky… was it not? You contemplated taking a spare pillow and nodding off on the floor. But as soon as that thought entered your mind, the pathetic side decided to object. Friends are allowed to share a bed right? You sighed, switched off the lights, and carefully stepped over Neil’s form to lie down. You made sure to leave all the space you could before you turned to the wall and let the tiredness take you. As a parting thought, you realised that his presence next to you felt right somehow.

*** Waking up to the sound of your alarm was a harsh experience. Unconsciously, you reached out to turn off the brutal device and sighed with happiness when you succeeded. Only then, your brain began to catch up with reality. And especially with the fact that there was an arm draped over your stomach, with fingers touching the bare skin where your top rode up. The alarm has woken him too as you felt him hug you closer to his chest. You felt a warm breath on the back of your neck.

“I could get used to waking up like this” you shivered at the way his voice reverberated through your chest.

Before you could react, he pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck and followed it with a trail of pecks down your spine, as far as your shirt allowed. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to level breathing. His fingers softly caressing the strip of skin just above the hemline of your trousers made your brain short-circuit. It was all too much. You had to move, or else you could not be responsible for anything that would happen.

Quickly you turned in the embrace to face him. The closeness made your breath hitch. Neil stared at you with a small smile on his lips. You knew that the innocence was nothing but a façade. You had to distract yourself and him, so you scrambled for anything to say. Glancing down at his shirt collar, you found the words:

“Maybe you should stop falling asleep in suits” you aimed for a neutral tone, but the moment his eyes lit up, you knew it was pointless.

“If you wanted me to undress, all you had to do was ask” he smirked when seeing your mild panic.

Bloody fantastic.

He was still too close. And the way he glanced down at your lips for a split second did not help the situation either.

“Right… I’ve had that alarm set for a reason” you rushed to get up and climb over him.

But naturally, Neil had other ideas. When you leaned over him to push yourself up, he took your hands in his, forcing you to lie partially on top of him. You stared in shock, suddenly overwhelmed by the situation. His blue eyes stared back at you with that unreadable expression you have seen before. You took the time to look at him, his wild bed hair and two-day stubble on the chin.

If you were allowed, you could get used to this…

“Is this one of those moments when I should be the voice of reason?” when you found your voice again, it was weirdly hoarse.

“Maybe…” he grinned and squeezed your hands “How’s your burn?”

Only now you actually remembered about your embarrassing moment from the previous night. At the reminder, you felt your face grow warm. The moment was gone.

“It’s fine” you muttered and moved to get up.

This time he let you go, but you were sure you saw a brief look of disappointment on his face.

“What is your plan for today?” he asked while reaching for yesterday’s tea.

You frowned at that.

“Sure you don’t want a new one?” you gestured towards the mug.

“Nah, don’t want your martyrdom to go wasted” he winked and finished the cold drink.

“You really want to get shot, my dear” you mused while eyeing him sharply.

“My dear?” he sat up and looked at you with one eyebrow arched curiously.

You shrugged, feigning nonchalance. It was so much easier to talk with him like that when you had a little bit of space preserved.

“You don’t have a monopoly on nicknames”

“Of course not” Neil got up and folded the blanket he used “But it’s nice to hear that you consider me ‘yours’ in any way, my dear” he winked and crossed the room “I’ll see you around later” he kissed you on the cheek and was gone before you could process anything.

In the end, you never got to tell him what your plan for the day was.

*** The next three days went in relative peace. You started to build a pleasant routine in the organization, and ever since he was back, you could incorporate time spent with Neil into it. Every morning you would attend a sparring session (with Ives or whoever was handy), then a shooting training to keep yourself in shape. After that, meetings and missions briefings where you would help with the logistical side of the operations. In the evening, you ate dinner with Neil in the dining hall. Undoubtedly that was a highlight of the day for you when you could use the hour and a half window to get to know him better. Apart from that first blunder in your attempts at friendship-like behaviour, it all went rather smoothly. Neil did his best to cooperate. The only times when he was proving to be difficult were the goodbyes during which he made it his goal to make you flustered. The kisses on the cheek became a routine thing. And so did his tendency to gaze into your eyes for extended periods of time. You did not mind either of those things.

The lack of concrete news about the unfolding plan sometimes made you almost forget about it. But you did not dare relax, remembering TPs words about the upcoming events. And so, you waited patiently, preparing in any way you could think of.

The fragile peace got disrupted during one of your evening meals. You were mid-conversation concerning Neil’s past experiences in the Navy when Ives approached your table:

“Evening lovebirds” you grudgingly accepted the nickname he chose for you both.

“What is it?” Neil instantly sensed trouble, judging by the frown that showed on his face.

“TP is calling us to the US. Urgently” Ives looked at you apologetically “Just me and Neil, sorry love”

“That’s okay” you met Neil’s gaze over the table “You two are more crucial to the whole organization than I am” you shrugged.

Neil looked as though he wanted to argue but chose not to. Luckily.

“When do we have to leave?” he asked Ives.

“Ideally in an hour”

“Shit” he took a moment to gather his thoughts “Okay, I’ll meet you in the reception in 45mins”

Ives only nodded and left without a further word. You stared at Neil, who eyed his half-full plate mournfully.

“At least you’ll get some nice food on the plane” you offered upon seeing his internal debate.

“But the company won’t be as good” he looked up and smiled sadly.

“That’s quite harsh on Ives” you joked, trying to ignore the inexplicable sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Neil laughed, but you could tell that he was worried too. Using the only way you knew to assure him, you reached out across the table and squeezed his hand.

“You should pack” you brushed your thumb over his knuckles “I’ll see you when you’re back”.

He entwined his fingers with yours and met your gaze for a moment. You could see that he was hesitant, as though he wanted to say something you would not like. Then he made up his mind because he released his hold over your hand and got up to stand next to you.

“I’ll miss you” he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

Before you could answer, he left the hall. You took a deep breath, aware of the strange feeling creeping into your brain. Hopefully, it is nothing but anxiety, you sighed and went back to eating, acutely aware of the loneliness.

*** The peace you got when Neil and Ives left lasted for about twelve hours. A good night text from Neil calmed your nerves slightly as it meant he made it safely to the HQs. You tried to get an early night, but it did not happen. Instead, you spent three hours staring at the ceiling in the dark, trying to convince your stubborn brain that it worried for nothing. After all, urgent missions happened all the time, right? Well, your logic was desperately trying not to fail while faced with an irrational voice that never seemed to shut up. In the end, you resorted to taking a sleeping pill and hoping to catch at least 5 hours long nap.

That plan was cut short by a sharp ringing at 7 am coming from your phone resting on the bedside table. You looked at the display to see Ives as the caller ID. This could not be good. A sudden shock made you sit up and pick up the phone despite being barely able to open your eyes.

“Yes?” you cleared your throat when you heard your raspy voice.

“Y/N…” you have never heard Ives’ use your first name.

Fuck… The world went black for a millisecond. You felt lightheaded. Something was terribly wrong.

“What’s going on?” panic was creeping into your voice.

“Neil… he found TP in his room…” his voice was breaking “He’s gone” you heard him take in a shaky breath “TP is gone”

Your heart skipped a beat. Your vision blurred as you reached out to touch the wall to feel something steady beneath your fingertips. For a short second, you forgot how to breathe. Then as you started to struggle for the oxygen, you took greedy breaths, hoping to calm down. It was not working.

“Are you there?” Ives’ panicked voice broke through the paralysis.

“How did it happen?” you choked out the question, feeling tears well up in your eyes.

“He…” Ives stifled a sob “He took a cyanide pill”

You could not stop the sobs that came then. Only after you could take in a full breath, you spoke again.

“Why?”

“No one knows. He saw Neil and me when we arrived. Then I went to sleep, and Neil woke me up” you could hear the strain in his voice.

“How’s he?” you feared the answer to the question.

Somehow you knew there was a reason why it was not him calling you. But the explanation for that was too terrifying to be admitted aloud.

“Bad” the grave tone made you panic again.

“Fuck” you inhaled sharply.

“You should come via the next plane. He has to be in Mumbai by the twentieth, and I don’t think we can sort him out without you”

You winced at the serious tone.

“Okay, I’ll try to get there as soon as I can” you bolted up from the bed “Please try to look after him” you hated the pleading tone.

“I’ll try though it’s hard to do when he’s locked himself in his room and isn’t letting anyone in”

Shit. The dizziness returned, and you leaned on the wall for support. To say that you were worried would be an understatement. Everyone knew how much Neil cared about TP. The helplessness was frustrating. You wanted to scream and let it out.

“Just do what you can” you sighed “Stay strong, Ives”

“Don’t hang up yet”

“Why, what’s wrong?” his sudden change of tone made you even more concerned.

“Nothing, it’s just that I think you should know about something… about Neil”

“Yes?”

“He should be the one telling you but fuck that” he sounded hesitant.

“Ives” the agitation won over any other emotion “Please”

“Neil lost someone very important to him nearly two years ago during a mission. It was an accident, but Neil blames himself for what happened as he was leading the attack”

“Okay…” you needed a moment to process the information.

“I just wanted you to know in case it mattered”

“Thank you… What was their name?” that was the only question you could think of.

“Alex. He was an agent and joined Tenet at the same time Neil did. They were together”

The only immediate thought was that you wished you knew before. Maybe then you could have been a better friend. However, Ives’ took your silence as something else.

“Is that okay?” he sounded genuinely worried.

“Of course, I don’t care who he was with. Only that he’s hurting right now” you glanced at the watch “I should start packing. I’ll see you soon, I hope” you hung up.

You tried your hardest not to breakdown while throwing random clothing articles into the bag. You tried calling Neil, but he has not picked up. You just sent him a message:

“I’m sorry. I’ll try to get there soon”.

There was not much else you could do. Apart from trying to preserve sanity.

*** The plane journey to Boston was a blurry memory. You spent the 8 hours trying not to cry publicly and ignoring the temptation to get drunk to numb the pain and worry. Once you landed, the anxiety got worse. With shaking hands, you went through the customs and into the arrivals hall. All the while, you tried not to think too much about the last time you visited the airport and about Neil’s steady hand guiding you. He still has not responded to your text, and that made you think about the worst. You calmed down your anxious stomach just enough to get into the car sent by the HQ and relaxed into the leather seat. Just twenty minutes now.

But before you could reach any mental clarity, your phone buzzed. You took it out of the pocket and nearly dropped it onto the car floor upon seeing the text. It was from TP. You gasped and unlocked the device to read it.

“When this reaches you, you most likely know what happened. I’m sorry, but there was no other way. I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t know that you, Neil, and the rest are ready. I trust you, Y/N, and that’s why I have decided to make you responsible for the logistical side of the plan. Once you’re ready, materials are waiting for you in the inbox. Please take care. I know I don’t have to ask you to help Neil but make sure he doesn’t blame himself”

It was clear that he scheduled the messaged to come through after he was gone. And you had a feeling it was only the first one of many. You only had time to wipe the tears from your eyes before the car parked in front of the Tenet building, and you were forced to get out. Once you got through the security booth, you spotted Ives waiting in the reception hall. He had his head bowed, staring at the floor. None of his usual confidence was there. Once you approached, he sensed company and looked up. You were struck by the dark circles underneath his eyes.

“Hey” suddenly you did not know what to say.

“Thank god you’re here” Ives shook off the hesitation and hugged you tightly.

You returned the embrace, feeling tears well up again. You stepped back and sniffed, accepting the offered tissues. Only now you noticed how quiet and empty it was in the building despite the hour.

“How is the situation?” you did not even know how to ask any specific questions.

“Very bad” Ives frowned, and you felt like he was holding back.

“Take me to him, please” you shivered involuntarily.

He did not need more convincing and started leading you through the corridors.

“He hasn’t left the room since midnight when I last saw him” Ives started speaking, “I’m pretty sure he’s drinking” he stopped in front of a regular door in yet another corridor.

“Right… Has he let anyone in?” you strained to hear any potential sounds from within, but there was nothing.

“No” Ives shook his head.

You could tell that he was incredibly tired and worried. You had to be the strong one this time.

“Why do you think I’ll be different?”

You placed one shaky hand on the surface of the door.

“Because it’s you” you could tell he was barely restraining the urge to roll his eyes “You’re probably the only person he cares about”

Despite the gravity of the situation, you felt your face grow warm. You took a deep breath to calm down and raised a fist to rap on the door. At first, there was nothing. The panic kept rising.

“Neil, it’s me” you leaned your head against the door “I’m sorry…” with tears streaming down your cheeks, you tried to find the right words “Please let me in. I just want to see you…” you glanced at Ives who looked almost uncomfortable.

Suddenly you heard faint sounds coming from the room. Rustling, the unmistakable clang of an empty glass bottle hitting the floor and the footsteps stopping just by the door.

“Please go” you mouthed at Ives, who only nodded and rushed down the corridor.

You took a step back and waited, with the heart in your throat. After agonising few seconds, the lock clicked, and the door opened. Nothing prepared you for the sight you saw.

Neil’s hair was sticking out in every direction. His eyes were red-rimmed and paired with dark shadows underneath. He still wore the clothes you saw him in the day before. But probably the worst was how obviously drunk he was, barely able to stay upright by the door. When his unfocused eyes landed on you, he attempted a smile. It ended up looking like a tragic scowl. He opened the door wider for you and went back inside. You took a second to gather your thoughts and followed him, shutting the door behind you.

Once inside, you took the time to scan the room and analyse the situation. Neil sat down on the edge of the bed, which was entirely unmade. The floor was covered in random bits of paper he must have tossed from the table. You counted at least two empty bottles of alcohol lying amidst the mess as well. Taking a deep breath, you faced Neil. He was looking at you, but his eyes lacked their usual spark.

“I’m sorry” he breathed out, and your eyes widened.

“What for?” you were not expecting that.

“They sent you to get me sorted” you did not like the dark look in his eyes “That can’t be an ideal job. Even for you”

“Neil” the stern tone made him focus on your words “I’m not here because they asked me to come. I’m here for you” you took a step closer and knelt to be levelled with him “I was worried” you admitted finally.

“Fuck… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” his slightly slurred rambling made you even more acutely aware of his state.

“No, don’t apologise” you interrupted him; TP’s text message fresh on your mind “None of this is your fault. And my job here is to make sure you understand that” gently, you reached out to brush the hair away from his eyes.

You did not know whether it was what you said or what you did, but at that moment, he seemed to break. Before you could react, he slid down onto the floor and started crying with heart-wrenching sobs. It took you a second to change position and put your arms around him. He leaned into the embrace.

“He’s gone” he choked out after a few seconds of silence.

“I know” you run a hand along his back in a soothing motion “But you don’t have to tell me more. It’s alright, I’m here” you whispered, feeling him shake.

At that, he just started sobbing more violently. You could only sit there, holding him and letting your own tears fall silently. You will be okay someday. You hoped.

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dreadpoetssociety · 4 years

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I Just Want My Brother

TW: Kidnapping, Abuse, Death, Drugs, Mentions of blood.

Prompt: hi! i loved ur reid x sis!reader!! i was wondering if u could do one with reid x teen sis!reader and maybe she was a witness to something or got kidnapped and survived or something so they have to give her a cognitive interview and she refuses to do it unless spence is there or the one asking her the questions

Note: I really liked this request. I feel like I may have gotten off topic a littttttttle bit, but I tried my best! Also, sorry for any grammatical mistakes!

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Sister!Reader

Word Count: 3589

You were never really one to defy your elder brother’s rules, given how lenient he was with you, but it was supposed to just be one fun night out with your friends. The night scene that your friends adored was never really your cup of tea due to the horror stories Spencer would come home with. Girls getting kidnapped going on a run, girls being drugged and killed at a party, girls just going missing off the streets never to be found until it was too late, things like that. After a while, he slowly stopped giving you the gory details when he’d noticed the actual effect it had on your own life, whether or not you chose to acknowledge that when begging him to tell you more, but not knowing what was out there did scare you. Especially after stealing one of Spence’s files and looking at the photos that it held.

But, you were feeling daring on this particular night. Your friends finally convinced you to sneak out of the house. Spencer wouldn’t be back from his current job until morning, and even if you did get caught, you were generally a good kid. You bent the rules from time to time, but most high-schoolers you knew were sneaking out regularly, skipping class, doing hard drugs and even getting arrested from time to time. How bad could you be? At least, that was the reasoning your friends put into your head.

So, you thought hey, if you ever have kids, mind as well at least have one cool story to tell them. You didn’t even bother to go through the apartment window, you just walked out the door and met your friends out on the street. It was nearly midnight, but the night had just begun.

It was hours of going to this person’s house and that person’s apartment, stopping by a random party and making noise in the streets, until finally, your friends made it to a bar.

“You know,” you laughed a little anxiously, “maybe we shouldn’t. I mean I don’t even have a way of getting in there.”

“Y/N, chill. I know your brother freaks you into obeying the rules, but those things he sees have like a .0001% of actually happening. Like what are the chances really?” your friend, Elliot, smiled at you.

“Actually, about one out of 300,000 people get kidnapped, which doesn’t seem like a lot, but the actual percentage is-“

“Y/N, we’re fine! Kids do this all the time. Plus, I already paid that Barry kid to make you a fake. Consider it an early birthday gift.” your other friend, Sheila, pulled out her purse and passed you the piece of plastic. Although incredibly concerned, you were impressed by how realistic it was. You sighed.

“Fine, you’re right.” you laughed, “But there’s no way I’m convincing that bouncer that I’m 21.”

“Confidence is key. Just stroll past him like you know what you’re doing. If you look nervous they’ll know. I swear, Y/N, those dudes can smell fear.” Elliot laughed. The three of you made your way to said club entrance, and although the bouncer did seem suspicious of you, he just let you in anyway.

The club was loud, there was a band on stage and lasers going throughout the room. Alice and Elliot didn’t hesitate to drag you to the bar first. You’d drank a little before, but you’d never gotten buzzed, let alone completely drunk. It wasn’t really your style, and thankfully, Elliot and Alice respected that. They pressured you to do a lot of things, but not anything like drugs or alcohol. They merely pushed you out of your comfort zone sometimes, and irregardless of whether or not the adults around you thought they were a good influence didn’t matter to you.

“We’re going to go dance, but we’ll be nearby if you don’t want to join us! Just make sure not to go too far alone, Y/N” Alice stated, knowing you would absolutely not agree to dance with them. You smiled and nodded and the two went off to do their thing within your sight.

“What can I get you, young lady?” the man at the bar caught you off guard.

“Oh, uh, maybe just a glass of water?”

“Ah, designated driver I presume?” he laughed.

“Yeah, something like that.” you replied, “Someone’s gotta keep an eye on those two.” you nudged your head towards your two friends who were living it up with some other people in the crowd who you think might’ve been your age, too. You were sort of surprised at how easy it was to get into this club, considering so many of your peers get thrown out of it or get caught.

The man passed you the water and walked off almost a bit angrily. Understandably, though, because water is free. You made a note to leave the man a tip later anyway. It was the least you could do. You played with the straw, took a few sips, and watched as your friends danced the night away.

After a while, though, you began to feel off. Dizzy even, and you couldn’t think clearly. It was a hot summer night in a hot crowded club, the one cup of water you drank all day was right in front of you, so you figured it was the heat. You decided to take a quick trip outside to try and catch some air.

It was when you left the club that it really hit you. The world was turning, and you were barely able to stay awake.

The club was located in an area that wasn’t super lit other than the one club sign. The bouncers must’ve been in the midst of switching shifts because there wasn’t one outside.

“Hey young lady, you okay?” a man’s voice was all you could make out of him. You could see him, but you couldn’t, and it didn’t make sense. Someone grabbed you and the world went dark.

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You woke up slowly. You didn’t recognize your surroundings, the walls were concrete and disgusting. The room reeked of something.

You tried to stand, but something was holding you to the floor. Having looked down, you noticed sort chains attached to both wrists. Your heart sped up, but you didn’t scream.

How the hell. . . you thought. How did they get me here?

The last thing you could really remember was the water. What was in the water? It was too slow to be ketamine, too fast to be rohypnol. You wondered. Oh my god, gamma hydroxybutyric acid. Or cherry meth.

You heard someone make a noise and instantly forgot about the debate in your head. Being able to think more clearly, and your eyesight less blurred, you began to take in your surroundings. There were windows in two two of the walls without glass. Taking a look, you noticed three other women in you line of sight. One in the room with you, who was starting to wake up, and two through the left and right windows. Straight ahead was a doorway that showed a room with a table on in the middle.

It was then that you really began to understand what was happening. The exact thing you were afraid of this whole time. Your breath sped up, your heart was nearly coming out of your body, your blood ran cold.

“Hey,” the girl was awake now, “I’m Charlotte.” you looked at her wide eyed. Here you two were, chained against a wall, she was bruised and bloodied up and down, and she decided that it was appropriate to introduce herself?

“What’s happening?” you didn’t even think to reply back to her. She could be anyone. She could be the person who took you, acting as your friend. Your paranoid mind raced through multiple scenarios.

“Look, you’ll be fine as long as you listen.”

“Listen? Listen to what? To who? Who took us? What are they-“

“You need to calm down.” she whispered, “If they hear you they’ll come. They haven’t been so nice to the noisy ones.”

If anything anybody had never shut you up before, that certainly did. You could feel the fear in every nerve of your body. he other girls around you faced the floor. One was in a party dress, the other in a pan suit. Looking at them, the girls had nothing in common. One had dark hair, the other had her hair dyed a faded blue, and the last was blonde, each with a different eye color and skin tone. You tried your best to think like your brother, but you couldn’t. Unlike him, you weren’t a genius, you were just average.

You heard a door creek open and all the girls instantly looked up. Through the doorway of your room, you saw a masked man walk in. You could almost hear the other girls’ hearts pumping. You watched in terror as he began to step towards you. When he got into the room, though, he turned towards Charlotte, and began unchaining her.

“No, please!” she cried, “Please, I’m sorry.”

“Shut up.”

Charlotte went quiet. He aggressively picked her up by her arm and dragged her to the table, of which he pinned her down onto and began to strap her in. It wasn’t long before he opened a cabinet out of your view, and pulled out various rusty tools.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you asked. You didn’t even think out what you were doing. What the hell do you think YOU’RE doing, Y/N? you thought to yourself. Unconsciously, you knew that you can’t profile this guy like Spencer could, you couldn’t talk your way out of this, but you could protect the girls around you. How? By pissing him off.

“Don’t speak, woman.” he growled.

“What are you going to do about it? Kill me?” he slammed a knife-like tool straight down into the table a millimeter next to Charlotte’s abdomen, “What? Did I hurt your masculinity, big boy?”

He unstrapped her quickly. You figured what was coming for you next, and it wasn’t long before you were on that table. The leather restraints were on way too tight, there were splinters in your back already from the poorly sanded wooden table, which you figured was on purpose. And all you could do was watch, and scream, as this man did whatever he wanted to you. hitting you, cutting you, seemingly testing out tools you’d never even seen before. The camera on the ceiling told you that he was recording this all to watch later.

And all you could do was scream out your brother’s name.

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You didn’t know how long you were there. Hours, days, weeks, you had no idea. Time didn’t exist down there. Ever since your first encounter with the man, you tried to deter him from the other women around you any time he came around. And fortunately for them but not for you, it worked.

All of the pain and screaming left you numb, but it wasn’t until you saw him get angrier with one of the other girls that you weren’t able to comprehend your situation anymore.

She hadn’t been doing well, the one in the party dress. The color in her skin was drained, making her paler, her eyes sunk. And you watched as the man pulled a knife from his pocket, and stuck it right through her heart. The screams from you and the girls flooded the room, and it was like the air in the building was being sucked out.

You would never forget it.

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You were asleep when suddenly you heard the door open again and your body began to shake. But it wasn’t the man who came in.

“Reid! I got her!” the sound of Morgan’s voice echoed in your ears. Spencer burst into the room, and while Morgan Prentiss, JJ, and Rossi tended to the other three girls, Reid and Hotch came straight to you.

“Y/N? Oh my god, Y/N, you’re going to be okay. We’re going to get you out of here.” Spencer panicked as he tugged at the chains, “Come on!”

“Y/N, do you know where the unsub went?” Hotch asked. You looked at him, you understood his words, but all you could manage to say was,

“Liquid cherry.”

“Y/N?”

“No, cherry E.” you were so distorted, either from the pain, or from the shock.

“Y/N I don’t understand.” Hotch said.

“Liquid cherry?” Reid repeated, “Y/N, do you mean Liquid E?” you nodded.

“Cherry meth.” Hotch confirmed. You don’t even know why you brought it up. It wasn’t important, and although that’s what the man used on you, it wasn’t even relevant at this point.

The rest was a blur. Being free had a different meaning to it for you then. But yet, you were brought into an interrogation room after the ambulance had deemed that you didn’t have any truly hospitalizing injuries, just horrible bruises along with scars that would probably never fade away. You looked down at the table.

Emily Prentiss and JJ sat on the other end of the table.

“Y/N, we know you’ve been through something traumatic, but that man is still out there. The other two girls aren’t conscious, and you’re the only one who knows what he looks like.” Prentiss explained, “You might not remember, but we if you’re able, we want to do a cognitive interview with you. It might help you remember details you didn’t know you picked up on.”

“I don’t want to be here alone.” you whispered. JJ sighed sadly for you, “I don’t want to do it unless it’s Spencer.”

“I know, Y/N, but your brother is personally involved now. He can’t work on this case.” she said. In your heart you knew why, and you understood completely. But your mind just didn’t follow, and you shook your head. You looked up, and the color of the room and placement of the mirror seemed to eerily familiar, and the scene switched.

There you were, back on that concrete floor, screaming out for Spencer. All you wanted was for your brother to come save you. You saw the man walking towards you. You screamed louder as he got closer.

You felt someones hands on your shoulders and the scene had changed again. You were breathing heavily, the interrogation chair was on its back, and you were in the corner of the room. Emily and JJ were crouched with concerning eyes in front of you.

“Y/N? It’s us.”

“I can’t do it.” you sobbed, “Not without him. I won’t.”

Emily and JJ looked at each other and nodded. Emily walked out of the room while JJ sat on the floor with you.

“You’re safe now.”

“He’s still out there he’s not going to stop.” you whispered, “I just want my brother. I just want Spencer.”

She held you tight.

“We won’t let anything happen to you. Spence won’t let anything happen to you.” she reassured.

It wasn’t long after that Spencer finally entered the room and signaled that it was okay for JJ to leave.

“Y/N,” his voice was soft, and you instantly felt safer in the presence of your brother, “are you sure you can do this?” you nodded in response. As much as it terrified you, you didn’t want that monster hurting any other girls. He was still out there somewhere. Spence helped you up and fixed your chair. You sat across from each other.

“Y/N, I need you to close your eyes.” he said. You did so, “Now think. What’s the weather like before you met the unsub? Was it cloudy, light, dark?”

“It was night. The sky was so clear.” you replied, imagining the time in your mind.

“You’re going out. Who are you with?” he asked.

“Alice and Elliot. Spencer, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have broken the rules.” you cried. Spencer hadn’t even considered the thought of you sneaking out until now, but had decided that it was a talk for another time, if he thought you’d ever be able to handle it.

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N. I’m just glad you’re safe.” he said. With your eyes closed, you couldn’t see the tears pricking your brother’s eyes. He’d seen many tragic things, done some of the most gruesome cognitive interviews, seen the most disgusting and vile actions done by the most heartless of monsters, but none of that beat this. His own sister. He’d watched the tapes that the man had recorded , and his heart sunk every time you screamed out his name, but his anger grew just as much, “Where did you guys go right before you met the unsub?”

“The club on 16th street.” you stated, seeing yourself and your friends right outside the doors, “Alice and Elliot convinced me to go in.”

“What are you doing in there?”

“Alice and Elliot went to dance. I don’t like dancing, so they stay near me while I sit at the bar?” you realized that you talked as if you were presently there.

“Who is around you? Anyone you recognize?” he asked.

“No, I’m alone with the bartender.”

“Is he talking to you?” Spencer questioned. It was then that you recognized something.

“What can I get you, YOUNG LADY?” the bartender’s voice echoed in your mind, and aligned with the man who asked if you were okay outside before you were taken. You realized that the size and stature of the man who had tortured you matched with the bartender. You gasped and opened your eyes quickly. You were visibly distraught, so Spencer grabbed your hand in a quick attempt to comfort you.

“Y/N, are you okay? If it’s too much we can-“

“The bartender, Spencer.” you huffed out, “He said something to me and spoke to me outside after I was drugged.”

“Do you know what he looks like? Or his name?” he asked. Your thoughts were so fragmented now that you couldn’t remember, and a few tears slipped down your face as shook your head, “Do you want to try to keep going? You don’t have to Y/N I don’t want to put you through this again.”

“No!” you yelled, “No, it’s okay. It’s important. I can do this as long as you’re here.” He smiled slightly at how much you trusted him, but it quickly faded.

“The bartender,” he started, “He’s talking with you, what’s he saying?”

“He asks me if I want a drink. Calls me ‘young lady.’” you replied, as you saw yourself seated at the bar. The man just looked like a blur to you, and you tried so hard to remember him.

“What’s around him?” Spencer asked.

“Well drinks, obviously. Alcohol.”

“What kind?”

“He’s got all kinds of fancy bottles. Jim Beam, Captain Morgan, Patron, Bacardi,” you paused, “The Smirnoff is the same color as his shirt. A red shirt as a bartender. He stands out in an odd way.”

“His shirt, is he wearing anything? A name tag?”

“He has a lanyard. It’s got pins on it and a picture with his-“ you see his name in big black letters on the end of the lanyard, “Andrew Vaughn. The drug is started to hit me now Spencer I-“

“Hey,” his voice was soft as he quickly got up and hugged you, “you’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

“I’m so sorry!” you sobbed into his shirt, grabbing onto him. He put his head on yours.

“It’s not you’re fault Y/N. You’ve been through something traumatic, you can’t be sorry for it.” he said.

“If I hadn’t gone out like you told me, Spence! And those other girls. The one in the party dress! I watched her die! He just stabbed her and she bled out in agony, Spencer!” you nearly yelled. You almost couldn’t breathe, and your face was wet with the tears.

Spencer’s heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. Reid knew some what of what you were going through. He reminded himself of what it was like when Tobias Hankel, and tried to think of how he wanted people to treat him then when he was freed, and how long it took for him to be okay again. He never really was, and he was afraid that you would never be able to feel safe again, but understood why you wouldn’t. He just wanted to take care of you, and blamed himself for not being there.

Within the next few hours, Hotch had refused to let a very angry Spencer go with the team to the unsub’s house. The BAU, although, successfully brought your kidnapper into custody.

“You don’t have to worry now, Y/N” Morgan said to you, “We’re gonna make sure he never sees the light of day again. He’ll live the rest of his life behind those bars.”

“Yeah.” was all you managed to say with the slightest smile as you walked through whatever precinct you were in.

“Y/N, Garcia told me to tell you that if you ever need anything, she’s here. I think the same goes for the rest of us.” Rossi explained.

“Thanks. I owe you all everything.” you said.

“Let’s get you home.” Spencer put his hand on your shoulder, careful not to touch any of your injuries, and the two of you walked out together.

You would never be the same after that, but at least you had your brother by your side.

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No Matter What [Lynne & Sissel]

Happy Ghost Swap to @redwoodrroad, here is your exchange gift!

Written for @fyeahghosttrick's Ghost Swap exchange.

Crossposted to AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32039206

Spring

The pursuit of a fleeing suspect had sent Lynne right into the path of a speeding truck. A swift call brought Sissel to the scene of the accident. Finding the unfortunate detective still unconscious, he wasted no time in reversing her demise. At the very last second, Sissel thought he could hear her voice.

Returning to the present, Sissel saw it - a core of the dead. Rather than engage with her right away, he chose to observe. The little moments of confusion, of spacing out, of looking for something or something that wasn't there didn't fail to escape his attention.

One evening, after finishing work for the day, Lynne left the police station while Sissel trailed along a short distance behind her. Every so often, she would make little glances back over her shoulder though she didn't seem to spot him. Unexpectedly, she made a turn off her usual route and travelled along a path that took her to a quiet little spot by the river. Sissel remained out of sight, continuing to watch her.

"It's getting nice and warm now, isn't it?" Lynne leaned back, focusing her eyes on the horizon. The setting sun cast a warm glow over her and her surroundings. "Suppose the breeze's still a little chilly, but it's nice to just sit out here and enjoy nature once in a while."

(... Huh? Is she talking to herself?)

"You must like it too, being a cat and all."

"...!"

"How long are you going to hide like that?" Lynne patted the empty spot on the bench. "Come here."

(Huh. I guess she knew I was there all along.)

"Of course I did."

"You heard my voice just now?" Sissel walked over and hopped up next to her.

"I've overheard you plenty of times. Even heard you talking to Detective Jowd. I thought I was going crazy at first." Lynne reached out and rubbed Sissel's head. "You could have just said something, you know."

"I suppose I was waiting."

"Waiting, huh?" Lynne's gaze shifted to the rippling surface of the river. "For me to remember?"

"You do, don't you?"

"I remember a lot of things. Living with Kamila, trying to save Detective Jowd, dying so many times on that night... and finally being trapped on that submarine, waiting for a miracle to happen. And of course, you." Looking back at Sissel, Lynne's face lit up in a bright smile.

"Lynne..."

"I believed in you. I was so sure you and Missile would find a way somehow, and you did." Lynne picked Sissel up, pulling him into a tight hug. "Well done, Sissel."

"I wasn't sure if you'd remember. Though I had a feeling when you found my name familiar."

"I told you, didn't I?" Lynne held Sissel up to her face. "That I would never forget you, no matter what happened." Her brow furrowed. "I'm a bit confused about that part. So, you saved that man, right?"

"Right."

"I see." Lynne's face softened. "That's wonderful. And because of that, a whole new ten years were born. Boy, we have got so much to talk about, haven't we? Say, would anyone miss you if you were to come over to mine for a little bit?"

"Not at all. I can always come over the phone line too."

"Wait." Lynne blinked. "You've been coming to my apartment through my phone?"

"Uh... maybe?"

"Oh gods. Please don't tell me you saw me get drunk that one time and sing to Missile with my hairbrush!"

"What?"

Lynne clamped her lips shut, averting her gaze. "Nothing. But let's set a rule, okay?" Poking Sissel's head, she regarded him with a stern expression. "You tell me when you're visiting, alright?"

"Alright, alright."

"Great. So glad we got that sorted. Now then, off we go." Lynne got to her feet, hugging Sissel to her chest. "And on the way, I'm getting Missile a special doggy treat. I would say he's earned it, wouldn't you?"

"Definitely."

Summer

"How do I look?" The patterned blue fabric rippled around Lynne's slender form as she gave a twirl.

"Well, you look different. Not in a bad way. I mean, I've never seen you wear something like that before."

Lynne released her breath in a loud puff. "Yeah. I should know better than to ask a cat for his opinion. But it's a nice dress, right? Perfect for a summer festival."

"It's certainly shiny, alright. Very attention grabbing."

"Well, don't you start playing with it now or anything." Lynne picked Sissel up.

"I have no idea what you mean. I grew out of the playful whims of a kitten a long time ago."

"Like heck you did. You turned my new blender on last week!"

"That wasn't playing, I just wanted to see what the buttons did."

"If there had been something in the blender, you would have ended up decorating my entire kitchen!" Lynne exclaimed. "Anyway, this is your first festival, right?"

Sissel took a moment to look over the crowds of people milling through the rows of stalls illuminated by hanging lanterns. "Yes. I do believe it is."

"I haven't been to a festival in forever." Lynne let out a little sigh. The wistful expression that appeared on her face was quickly replaced with an enthusiastic grin as she pumped her fist. "Alright! It's time to eat lots of festival food and play games! We're going to have so much fun, Sissel!" She hurried into the crowd, joining Kamila who was occupied with holding back an excited little Pomeranian.

The rest of the evening passed by, filled with fun and excitement. Lynne didn't fail to impress with how much of the stall food she was able to put away. A brief debate took place on whether it was fair for Sissel to use his ghost tricks to help on the shooting range game. In the end, he relented. Lynne's puppy dog eyes and Missile's pleas to do it for Lynne and Kamila were just too much to bear.

At the end, the festival goers formed a crowd, ready to watch the fireworks. Lynne, Kamila, Sissel and Missile gathered together, along with the goldfish the ladies had managed to win, an event that had Sissel wondering if there might be deaths to avert in the future.

"Ahh." Lynne let out a soft sound as the first firework burst into the sky. Sissel briefly looked at her face, seeing the way her face lit up in wonderment, before turning his attention to the display. "You've seen fireworks before, haven't you, Sissel?"

"Yeah. It's certainly a beautiful sight."

"It is, isn't it?" Lynne hugged Sissel to her chest just a little tighter, watching the fireworks go up, one after another. "We've had such a wonderful night tonight."

"Indeed. I'm glad I was able to experience this with you. Festivals really do look like a lot of fun."

"They really are." Lynne's expression softened. "We'll keep finding lots of fun things to do together, Sissel."

"Yeah. I'm looking forward to it."

Fall

"Right, that looks good." Lynne gave a satisfied nod as she eyed her handiwork. Leaves in hues of red, brown and yellow had been gathered together in a neat little pile. "Now, I just got to start the fire," she added, rubbing her hands together. "Mmm. It's been a long time since I last enjoyed a roasted sweet potato."

Sissel sat on the edge of the fountain, pawing at the basket, taking care not to dislodge any of the sweet potatoes as it rocked back and forth. "This seems like an awful lot of potatoes. I know the little lady is here, but still."

"It's fine, it's fine." Lynne chucked. "Hey, be careful with that basket. Why don't you go run around with Missile and Kamila or something?"

"As fun as it might be to run laps around that little doggie until he passes out from exhaustion, I think I'll pass. The little lady's doing a good enough job at keeping him occupied." Sissel jumped down and went to sit by the leaf pile. Lynne sat as well and got to work on the fire. "It doesn't bother you, right? Being back here in the park after all this time?"

Lynne shook her head, flashing Sissel a reassuring smile. "Not at all. You're here. Kamila and Missile too. There's nothing to fear. I mean, what are the chances of someone dying, right?"

Despite lacking the ability to feel, Sissel swore he still felt a chill run down his spine. "Please don't joke like that, Lynne."

"Okay, sorry." Once the fire was made, Lynne took a potato and buried it in the leaves. "I know a lot's happened here, but it's not like there's a curse on the park. Probably."

("Probably", she says. Still, I guess there really isn't anything to worry about.) Sissel turned his attention to the small figures in the distance. The little lady hurled a ball and the little doggie gave chase. "It's such a peaceful scene, even in this place where tragedy and terror reigned."

Lynne was quietly humming to herself as she poked at the pile with a stick. "I used to enjoy doing this when I was a child."

"You certainly did seem pretty into it."

"Sitting in front of a burning pile, smelling that aroma, finally tucking into that delicious sweet potato, it was one of the highlights of the season." Lynne's expression had turned somber mid-sentence. "And I used to do it all alone. But, you know, I still enjoyed it. Even if I had nobody to do it with."

(Poor Lynne...) "But it's different now, right?"

"Yeah." Lynne's lips curved into a smile. "I've got all of you now, and I'm finally ready to release the shackles of fear that held me back from ever coming here again."

"I'm glad to hear that." Sissel felt a gentle warmth stir within as he studied the look of contentment on her face.

"Right then." Lynne waved. "Hey, Kamila! Come and get a potato!" At her call, Kamila came running over with Missile in hot pursuit.

While the ladies engaged themselves in roasting potatoes and Missile watched on with a pleading look, Sissel occupied himself with batting at a stray leaf, content to sit by and witness this joyful scene.

Winter

Jowd came home from work late in the evening, flanked by Cabanela and Lynne. Sissel came over, letting out a mew of greeting.

"Hey, Sissel." Lynne reached down to scoop up the little kitten in her arms.

"Hey. How was your day at work?"

"Oh, you know, just the usual. There's nothing too major going on right now, fortunately." Lynne walked across the room to the window, watching the falling flakes of snow. "It's snowing tonight too. Just as it was then."

"Then?" Sissel hopped over to the sill.

"Right." Lynne watched him expectantly. "You do know what today is, right?"

"Hmm." Sissel lapsed into thought. (Let's see. Alma did have her birthday just a couple days ago, so... right. That must be it.) "It's the anniversary of your becoming a detective, isn't it?"

"That's right." Lynne's face lit up in a beaming smile. "It's been a whole year. How time flies, huh?"

"And in that entire year, you managed to die only once. Well done."

"Hmph." Lynne puffed out her cheeks, shooting him a narrow stare. "But, you know, I think I am kinda glad I managed to die just once."

"Glad?! Why would you even say something like that?" (This girl really does say the craziest things sometimes.)

"Well, because it meant I was able to remember you and talk to you again after all!" Lynne clasped her hands behind her back, leaning closer to him. "You were happy too, weren't you, Sissel?"

"Er, well... I suppose-"

"Oh come on, just admit it already! You were thinking to yourself 'When is Lynne going to die again already', right?"

"I would never think such a thing!" Sissel flattened his ears, giving her a haughty look.

Letting out a laugh, Lynne scratched his head. "Aw, I was only kidding, Sissel, you don't have to take it so personally."

"Honestly." Sissel let out an exasperated sigh. "Still, leave it to you to see the upside of things, I guess. For what it's worth, I... I really am happy that we were able to talk again. It's never a dull moment with you for sure."

"Hmm." Lynne raised an eyebrow, looking at him doubtfully. "I'm honestly not sure if that's a compliment or not."

"Oh, don't worry, I'm not saying it's a bad thing. I really do enjoy your company."

"Aw, thank you. That's such a sweet thing to say. You know, Sissel..."

"Hm?"

"You really are one of my very best friends."

"Gee, you're making me blush."

Lynne softly chuckled then planted a light kiss on the top of the kitten's head. Stepping back, she flashed him a radiant smile. "There will be many more years in store for us, won't there, Sissel?"

"Sure. Happy anniversary, detective."

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