#but i did it for so long i eventually just went on autopilot

[koolades-world]

Hello is hug deprived anon again (this might be becoming my name oh no) and I’ve had an idea

I’m sure we can all agree that mammon deserves all the love, especially because his brothers are too mean to him, they pretend they don’t love him too constantly

So, what if Mammon is away for a week, doing photoshoots or dealing with witches or something, and MC is moping because they miss him,, like, they keep turning to their side to whisper to him and then like deflating when they see no Mammon,, and like, reaching out on that side to hold his hand and then being confused when there’s nothing there, and then they realize :( maybe they stole his blanket from his room because it smells like him, so it’s the best substitute for Mammon hugs while he’s away

Maybe Beel (idk if any of the other bros would be nice enough to tell him) is texting him like “your human is too sad come back soon” and sending him pictures of MC doing this stuff

When Mammon returns MC jumps on him for hugs like “you’re home!!!!!”

Idk I think he’d cry

I think he would feel very loved and probably also cry abt it

What you think? What do you think he’d do?

(If you choose not to write anything about this no worries obviously) (but I eventually might lol I think it’d be very cute and make him very happy to have someone who really misses him when he’s away)

HI!! haha if you want and plan to request more, feel free to pick an anon name! or I could just call you something like hug LOL

wayyy back when I first got into obey me in like 2021, there was this one specific fic I read kind of similar to his idea where mammon was upset at be mistreated and mc stood up for him and it was this cute bonding moment, and this request kinda reminded me of that!! gonna try to channel it a little bit

this idea is literally so cute and I'd be happy to write it! it makes my brain like a cat who has the zoomies hehe enjoy :D

How Ironic

You watched agonizingly as the clock ticked by even slower than usual. You'd been trying to do some sort of work, or anything other than stare at the damned clock forever now, but you just couldn't focus.

It had been exactly four days, six hours, and fifteen minutes and counting since Mammon had left for a week long promotional photoshoot in another ring of hell. You had your sad, but sweet send off and you promise yourself that time apart might be good for you. After all, it always felt like you could never get anything done with Mammon around. Yet, here you were, staring blankly at a clock with a blank piece of paper and pen in front of you.

Finally deciding to throw in the towel for now, you got up from your desk in your room. A walk to a local convivence store was in order. Snacks and fresh air wasn't a combo you could pass up. On your way out, you passed the door to his room which was slightly ajar. You briefly had the thought to poke your head in and ask him if he wanted to come, before remembering that he wouldn't be in there. You continued your walk to the front door, where you put on your shoes and grabbed a bag that had a few necessities in it for the short journey.

Thankfully, you hadn't passed any of his brothers on the way there, meaning you didn't have to explain yourself or have them ask to tag along. While you enjoyed their company, they weren't Mammon. If you needed help, you could always summon one of them thanks to the pacts, but you needed this short walk to clear your head.

The air was unfortunately stifling and overly humid outside, making you glad you were dressed light. It was basically just your pajamas but when you went out with Mammon, the two of you did this every time. As you autopiloted to your favorite corner store, your thoughts wandered back to Mammon again. You wondered how he was doing and if he missed being at home. You couldn't blame him if he didn't and hoped he was enjoying his time away from home as much as you wished he was by your side.

Once you got to the store, you wandered around for a bit, debating what to get. After grabbing a small basket, you began to pile in various things that sounded good. Once the basket was full, you came to the realization that all the snacks were Mammon's favorites; hell sauce flavored instant noodles, Chaos Devil Cider and ginger ale to mix, Devilbee honey popcorn, and a variety pack of Devildom gummies. This is what he introduced you to the first time you did a snack run together. You decided, in light of this discovery, to buy extras for him for when he got back. You figured he would enjoy it and it was the least you could do to thank him for introducing you to so many tasty things you would've not tried otherwise. Once you checked out, you returned back to the House of Lamentation with a new skip in your step.

You made your way back up to your room, and passed the ajar door of Mammon's room again. Memories of the two of you together flooded back again, and you couldn't help but step in. Just being in his room was like he was really right next to you again. You couldn't help but sit on his sofa and think about how much you missed him even though it hadn't even been a full week. His absence made you realize how much you missed his presence. After a moment, you decide to leave the snacks you bought for him on his bedside table so his brothers were less likely to wander in and find them before him.

As you were setting down everything you'd gotten for him, you something caught your eye just about to fall off the end of his bed. After you picked it off the edge of his bed, you realized it was the hoodie he always wore around the house. It was faded from lots of usage and the strings were fraying. You knew it smelt like his cologne and his shampoo from all of the tight embraces he'd given you while wearing it. You for sure thought he would've taken it with him, but it looked as if he had thrown it off last minute and thrown it on his bed without looking back.

Looking around as if someone might be watching (which could very well be the case since Lucifer was notoriously quiet), you pulled it to your chest and deeply inhaled. Of course, there was the chance that it was dirty, but you couldn't care less. It wasn't anything you hadn't seen of him before. Since there really wasn't anything stopping you, you took it back to your room with you. You weren't even really that cold, in all honesty. It was more of the idea that he was right next to you since it smelt just like him.

You continued your night like you had before you left, just with his hoodie on. You were magically much more productive wearing it and you managed to get several things done. Usually, you would be chatting with Mammon on the phone at about this time to talk about how your days were, but he was unfortunately busy with something work related. Instead, you decided to send him a sweet goodnight text and send a picture of your set up with the food and the show you've been watching one episode at a time. Not expecting a response before you called it a night, you turn your phone off and focused on eating and watching tv.

Beel wasn't sure what woke him up first: his stomach or Mammon blowing up his phone. Sitting up in his bed, he peered at his screen, squinting at it. He had at least twenty texts from his brother asking him to check on Mc for him after they hadn't responded to his texts. He wasn't sure if Mammon knew they were probably asleep or if he was just worrying for no reason. Either way, he decided to check on them for him anways. After his kitchen run, of course.

After letting Mammon know, he got out of bed and left his room. On his way to the kitchen, however, he ended up following the smell of cup noodles to Mc's room. There, he was able to complete both of his missions. He snapped a picture of Mc fast asleep with a couple half finished snacks, then took the snacks. Mission complete.

Mammon was only halfway through the only kind of dumb business dinner when he spammed Beel about Mc. He was more worried than he would admit to himself about them. He knew it was probably nothing and that they had fallen asleep, but Beel was usually awake at this time eating anyways. The food was nice and he was the star of the show, but the dinner was much too stifling for his taste. Most importantly, it was cutting into his precious time with Mc, something he looked forward to at the end of every day. He loved getting to hear their voice after being away from them for so long. He missed getting to see them in person, but getting to hear them was next best.

As he was poking at his food, he finally got the response he was waiting hand and foot on. Beel had responded with just an image at first, so he scrambled to open it. He breathed a sigh of relief. It was a picture of his beloved Mc fast asleep in their bed. You looked so peaceful but your face was barely visible because of the hood pulled up over your eyes. After squinting, he realized the hoodie you were wearing looked oddly familiar. He realized that that was his hoodie, the one he'd left on his bed when he was late the morning he left.

He could barely contain his excitement and it must had been evident on his face since those around him glanced at him, and then between each other a few times. He saved the photo to his phone, and texted Beel back a thanks. As everyone talked around him, he debating asking to leave the shoot early right then and there. If he left right now, he would be able to make it home before you woke up. While he entertained this thought for a while, eventually he decided to stick it out since there were only a few days left. As soon as he was allowed to leave, however, he would buy you something with the paycheck he'd be given. Something nice, maybe a gold bracelet that would remind you of him when you see it. He spent the rest of the night thinking, then dreaming about you. He could only hope you were doing the same. (you were <3)

After those final two and a half agonizing days and many texts later, it was finally time for Mammon to return home. For now, he decided to leave his car parked just outside the house, since he may or may not have been planning to take you out to dinner later that day. As soon as he walked in the door, one of his suitcases in tow, something, or rather someone, attacked him with a flying hug. At first, he was processing the situation as Mc began to squeal and squeeze him as tight as they could into a hug. He wasn't really sure where they had come from, but he knew who it was as soon as their arms were around him.

"MAMMON!" Mc swung the both of them around, buzzing with excitement. "Diavolo, I missed you so much. I don't want to let go of you. If you don't take me with you next time, I might die of sadness and loneliness!" Their arms were around his neck, and their face in his chest. He finally let go of his suitcase and hugged them back. He held them close, shutting his eyes for a moment to take it all in.

"I missed ya too. 's good to be back." He, again, couldn't stop the smile from growing on his face. His brothers never expressed themselves the way Mc was to him in that moment, so he wasn't quite sure how to feel. They never seemed excited to see him, so it was so refreshing to see Mc visibly excited and made him feel truly loved. All their time apart was worth moments like these.

As MC was squealing, a few of his brothers began to gather around the foyer around them. Perhaps they heard them, or maybe they knew he'd be back today at around this time. Either way, he waved at them, still keeping an arm around Mc.

"Guys! Mammon is back." Mc nuzzled his neck, still holding onto him.

"We can see that." Belphie remarked, sounding unamused. Mammon's smile faded a little. So, they didn't care that he was back, did they? He should've expected that from them. Actually, they probably wished he'd been gone for longer with the way they treated him sometimes.

"I talked to you guys about this. I don't expect you to do what I'm doing, but you need to show him you're happy he's back. You can't lie, he's irreplaceable! I don't know what I'd do without him, and I missed him so much." Just like that, Mc's words lifted him back up. Suddenly, he was no longer upset that his brothers didn't care. He had the attention and care from the person he thought about the entire time he was gone. "Shame on you all. Don't expect me to talk to you for the next few days. Let's get your things from the car, and go upstairs. We have so much to catch up on!" Mc only let go of his neck to grab his hand instead. They dragged him back out of the house, shutting the door with their foot behind the two of them.

"Mc, ya didn't have to do all that fer me..." Mammon glanced back at the shut door. His brothers didn't open it, or try to follow them.

"But I did! You're my first man, after all. I really can't express how much I missed you and just saying it doesn't feel like enough." They reached into the trunk of his car to begin taking out his suitcases. Mammon moved them aside gently, not wanting them to do even more for him that he felt as if he didn't deserve.

Mammon was silent for a moment, then decided to go digging through his backpack for the bracelet he'd bought for you. He hoped it would make it easier to tell you how he felt. "Here, this is fer you." He presented the small, black box to them. Looking caught off guard, they accepted it and opened it carefully. Your mouth dropped open as you saw the golden piece of jewelry he bought for you on the drive back.

"Mammon! This is beautiful. Thank you so much! But, I don't understand why. What's the occasion?" You removed it from the box and held it up to the light to study it. Several small charms hung off of it.

"That's the thing. There isn't one." He took a deep breath and looked down at his feet before continuing. "I just... yer so good to me. Ya texted me daily, called me daily, thought about me while I was gone, and even waited fer me like that so ya could surprise me when I got back. Ya care, and I know I'm not the best with showin' I care and it makes me feel shitty. Thank you, fer everythin'. I really missed ya." He couldn't see how Mc reacted, but was essentially tackled into another hug again by them.

"Mams, you show me you care in little ways. Just because you don't say it, doesn't mean that you don't. You just being back here with me is more than enough." He immediately thought about how ironic the entire situation was. He never actually told them how he felt and treated them like garbage sometimes, and he thought it might've been pushing the person he cared for most away, but really, he never had to worry about that. he'd never considered that they could see past his inability to admit his feelings. He hugged them back, savoring the moment since this time they were alone.

"Thank you Mc." He held back happy tears.

"No, thank you! Thank you for always being by my side. Now, instead of actually unpacking, let's just lock the car and sneak back inside. Maybe they'll eventually feel sorry and come looking for us, but we'll actually be hiding right under their noses. It'll be like a spy mission." Mc giggled leaning back to see his face. Mammon let them look him in the eyes, glistening tears and all.

"Yeah, let's do that. We can watch that movie ya wanted to watch and just share headphones." He found himself joining in with the quiet laughing along to something he wasn't sure either of them really understood. Something he did understand however, was that he knew he was loved back by the one he loved the most, and couldn't ask for more.

#almost published this unfinished and with all the notes I leave to myself #wouldve been so embarrased #if i have a million ideas but no time i just kinda word vomit it all out so later me can use the ideas in the way now me intended #and so i don't forget lol #i'm very forgetful lol #hug deprived anon! #obey me #obey me! #obey me x reader #obey me beel #obey me mammon #grr had a whole battle with the divider the entire time I wrote #not proofread lol #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me mc

[pyrondeeznutz]

Ticci Toby Headcanons

PT.02

Toby Rogers proxy headcanons. See pre-proxy headcanons here ⬇️

CW: Descriptions of gore, violence, dark themes, abuse.

<NOTE> Once again this is very long cuz I have a lot of thoughts about Tobys character + story. I didn’t go as in depth with his story cuz I dont know if you guys are interested in that. I have his entire life start to finish planned out in my head so just let me know if anyones interested

TICCI TOBY .

For the first four months after the fire, Toby was completely under the influence of The Slenderman.

He was completely dissociated from the world around him. Toby would get an urge, an intrusion, and he would act on it and thats about the amount of control he had

The boy didn’t initially want to kill. He didn’t know what was happening and he felt like he was losing his mind. It was genuinely terrifying not knowing what was real or fake, not knowing why he coughed up blood or felt static in his head

Or why he felt like something was watching him wherever he went

Toby would find shelter in abandoned cabins littered around the forest he frequently ‘came to’ in, crashing at random junkies places, or even sleeping in trees

Slowly over those four months, he found himself losing track of time. He would wake up and days had passed, not knowing where he was or what he did

Sometimes he’d ‘come to’ with blood on his hands. Toby never knew if it was his or not.

He eventually began forgetting many things of his past. They would simply slip his mind. It started with his childhood, then the faces of his family, then the things they did, their voices, his sister, his mother, his father, his actions. It all became a big blur that eventually faded into nothing

Toby was too separated from reality to care or notice. He could barely process the present moment, he was working completely on autopilot almost as if someone or something else was in control. It’s not like He would let Toby dig into his past anyways

This was Tobys life for the first start. But then it got progressively worse as so did his mental state

He was already a sadistic fuck who secretly took pleasure in hurting others (but god knows he wouldn’t have ever admitted that in the past), so when he had his first target, it wasn’t difficult to push him over the edge

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t killed someone before, he knows by the places he had woken up in and the blood on his hands that he’d done some awful things when he wasn’t quite “awake”

He should’ve been freaked out, but Toby knew what he was capable of. And a part of him liked knowing he had that capability to take another persons life without hesitation

UNDERGROUND .

But despite this power, he was sick. He was plagued with Slender Sickness. The parasite burrowed in his mind and his body and now he was a conduit for The Slenderman

The forest Toby usually hid out in was typically called “Slender Forest”, or sometimes just “The Forest”. It was Slender himself. The forest was apart of Slenderman. The roots were his tendrils, the trees were his eyes, the ground was his skin.

The forest existed outside of the bounds of reality and could only be accessed if you were connected to Slender in some way. If you had access to The Slenderman, you had access to the forest

And most people who were like Toby would seek shelter there as it was the best place to hide from civilization and the authorities

The edge of the forest was connected directly to the real world. It was your typical woods with hiking trails, open areas for campers, and was right on the edge of a highway near a lake

The more you go into that forest (if you have initial access to it) the more you’d be entering Slender Forest. It gets darker, colder, the terrain is flat and repetitive

Deeper you go, darker it gets. Toby always felt like he was in a liminal space when he was in that forest, but in the way it feels like being carried to bed from a car ride by your father when you were 4 years old

Eerily familiar and nostalgic, even though there was no way in hell Toby had ever been there before becoming ‘sick’

Over the months Toby would find himself meeting more and more people like himself. Some by chance, some by the metaphorical hands of The Slenderman

This kid was a freak, a weird guy who was just generally uncomfortable to be around. He was unsocialized and an antisocial prick and you could easily tell that there was something fundamentally wrong with him

So no matter who he met, and even if they were just like him, Toby would never really get along with anyone

Toby had bad anger issues and would always pick fights with the others. When he met Hoodie and Masky, two men who were supposedly the same as him, he lost his shit

It caused a lot of problems at the beginning. But it hurt when he went against Slenders orders. It hurt. And to someone not used to feeling pain, it felt like eternal hell when he defied orders

Job after job, murder after murder, all the time lost. They spread the sickness, tied up loose ends, fell victim to the eldritch parasite. The group got to know each other in the most twisted circumstances

PROXY .

There are two types of relationship you could have with The Slenderman

You could be a proxy, a direct pawn for him, a spreader of the sickness, a vessel to allow Slender to interact with reality outside of his forest

Or you could be a Creep, a killer, entity, or person with connections to Slender or proxies but not useful/of interest enough to use as a vessel or pawn

Toby was a proxy. One of the top, the closest to Slender, one of the most used by him. And he was as obedient as he could be

The boy was lazy, but dedicated. He got the job done but he got it done messily and carelessly. Starting forest fires, leaving bodies to be found, letting victims go just for the thrill of chasing them, starting fights with connections, mouthing off, etc

This would piss his ‘coworkers’ right the fuck off because now they’re left to clean up his messes

He didn’t care though. He was hyper, reckless, and he always wanted more. Anything to keep him busy

More murder, more drama, more fights, more jobs, more sickness, more connections. More more more more

As time passed, Masky and Hoodie would beat the boy into shape and he would bite back like a bad dog. But he learnt how to survive the world, and he was crafty

Sometimes they'd go weeks and maybe a month without getting any direction from Slenderman. They were all horribly bored

It was so fucking boring

But after everything he's done, all the shit he's seen, all the people he's killed and convinced to start killing, after everyone hes led into Slendermans trap

There was no way in hell this boy could ever find redemption

This was what he was built for. Toby Rogers burned to ash in that fire, and like a phoenix Slenderman pulled him out and crafted him like clay

Just like he molded Masky and Hoodie

This group was in it together whether they liked it or not

BAD DOG .

Now this kid was a menace. He was a fucked up kid who never really grew out of his conduct issues, he grew into them

A spitting image of his father. Bitter, mean, and alone.

He wasn’t friendly. He was a loud-mouthed, arrogant asshole who said and did whatever he wanted to. He would mercilessly tease and put people down just to be on top, and god forbid anybody hurt his fragile ego

Masky and Hoodie would often beat the shit out of him if he caused problems, even if he couldnt feel it. They knew he hated feeling small, and so when he stepped out of line or did something risky they would do just that

Everybody always made him feel small, and he'd do anything in his power to fight back

He spent so many years of his life not being able to do anything in his childhood. He spent so many years being a victim to those who were bigger than him when he was supposed to be nurtured and cared for

And he was so fucking angry. Toby would take these feelings out on his victims. The sense of power over them was exhilarating. It made him feel alive. For once in his life he made sure that no one would ever fuck with him again, he was finally capable of standing up for himself

Their life was in his hands. He loved chasing them through the forest or hearing them beg for his mercy. He loved the feeling of having the capability to beat someone into submission

He would target people who rejected him or made him feel like a freak just for that powertrip. So his victims were primarily girls at bars who treated him like he was a creep, or people who insulted him on the streets

Toby was a stalker. He would hunt them down and wait for the moment they forgot to lock their door at night or made the mistake of taking a shortcut through an alleyway

The boy wouldn’t let anybody fuck with him like that. He was a bully who pushed people around and hurt them if they went against him

But that was just his victims, he was always just the runt of the group back in his world. He wasn’t smart or mature or wise as those other guys were. He was a reckless idiot who never thought twice and would lose himself to dramatics

And so Toby couldn’t ever really escape the bullying and abuse. He was forever stuck being powerless

This reflected back badly onto his behaviour where he would get more and more reckless and do more risky things just to do more. He needed more. He craved stimulation and was a bit of an adrenaline junkie to a fault

Toby never considered consequences. He was an asshole who said and did whatever he wanted. He didnt give a fuck about boundaries or others feelings, and god knows he never once felt bad for the things he did or said

But while he was just like his father, he had his mothers heart. In another world where he was properly nurtured as a child Toby would’ve been a sweetheart who did good in the world

On the rare occasions where he shut his mouth, you could see this in him. He would sometimes awkwardly sit by people who were having a tough time, not really saying anything but just being there. Or he would give advice in the most annoying, intrusive ways. He always meant well though

But he never let this side show. He was far too paranoid and far too angry to ever be that vulnerable with someone

Toby had a good sense of acting though. He had a knack for theatrics and was very good at putting on a show. He could play a troubled teen, a victim of circumstance. Or he could play a stupid naive idiot who was more like a hyper child than anything.

Sometimes he played into the act so well people would completely forget what he was capable of, and what he’s done, until he got pissed off and starting threatening to hurt them

It was eerie at how well the boy could manipulate people

DIRTY WORK .

At the start, Toby glamorized and idealized his situation and The Slenderman. The strange creature was like a god to him, and Toby wouldn’t ever fight against His commands

But as more time passed and more atrocities were committed, after all the pain and suffering, he began to absolutely hate the life he was given

He began understand all of Brians resentment, all of Tims anger

No matter what he felt about it, there was no getting out. Toby couldn’t die, he couldn’t run, he couldn’t hide. There was absolutely no escaping the sickness

He was always watching

Toby did what he did, and he would forever be a puppet to this thing.

Sometimes he would sit alone in the pews of a Church, not to pray or seek forgiveness, but because in a house of worship and holiness the sickness subdued for a short while

The boy wasn’t built for hope and forgiveness anyways. He couldn’t imagine any sort of future for himself and just took everything day by day, moment by moment

So the next few years of his life was spent crashing in abandoned cabins or Tims apartment, ruining every good thing in his life, patrolling the forest, washing blood off of his hands and losing so much time to Him

And for those next few years, Toby would spend every waking moment wishing he was never saved in that fire

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[sweetandscarlet]

unrequited love | pt 1

notes: hi everyone ! it’s been a while since i’ve posted something, unfortunately it was out of my control up until recently and i’m finally not shadowbanned :)

words: 4.2k

warnings: stepmom!wanda (32), stepdaughter!reader (22 & afab), yearning, alludes to smut in certain parts of the chapter ! eventual smut, eventual cheating - this chapter is just fluff, reader being an absolute simp for wanda and plot building. next chapter which i’m working on will literally just be pure smut (with a little bit of plot, idk how many parts i want to make this tbh). minors DNI!

guilt had become the constant in your life.

you had never felt such a strong feeling before, and as much as you tried to swallow it down and go about your day as normal, the gnawing ache of shame ate away at you until all you were left with is a hollow shell of disgrace.

in your defence, you and your little life were perfectly fine before now, it was you, your dad, a few close friends and your wonderful girlfriend who you had been dating for quite a while now. you were content and happy until a certain woman came crashing into your life unexpectedly like a bulldozer and flipped your world and everything you knew upside down.

albeit, none of this was her fault. all she did was meet a man and fall in love. how was she supposed to know the man had a shitty daughter?

well, that's how you'd best describe yourself. you felt sinful and disgusting every time your eyes stayed fixated on the older woman for a second too long. every time a smooth patch of her skin was exposed from her shirt innocently riding up and all you wanted to do was reach out and feel her soft, milky skin under your fingertips. 

or your mouth, either or was fine with you.

you hated how much of the woman consumed your thoughts throughout the day. what she was doing, if she was having a busy day at work, if she'd had plenty of sleep, drinking water, was taking care of herself.

all thoughts that you should be relating to your girlfriend, not your stepmother.

but alas, you were and all you could do was pretend like the woman wasn't the first thing on your mind when you woke up and the last thing when you went to sleep.

it was proving really hard to do when she wasn't a cliched wicked stepmother. you honestly would prefer it if she was, but instead, she was perfect, poised and so, so pretty. she treated you like you were her own and was so sweet to you, it made you feel sick. 

you were now six months into your spiral of shame. your stepmother and father were happy and your girlfriend was still blissfully unaware of the crush you harboured for the older woman. you kind of wanted to pride yourself on how well you've hidden the feelings. it was painfully difficult, to say the least. she was and is the most beautiful woman you had ever laid eyes on. so smart and funny and charming and-

"y/n, are you listening to me?"

your head shot up as a voice pulled you out of your thoughts. the voice belonged to a concerned redhead who was perched in front of the island in the kitchen, her hands skillfully cutting up vegetables for the dinner you'd be sharing.

"i- sorry wanda, i'm just tired. i didn't get much sleep last night. what were you saying?"

the older woman frowned at that. her mind thinking of all the possibilities as to why. were you stressed about university? girlfriend trouble? the strong urge to fix whatever problem you had quickly replaced whatever thought wanda currently possessed.

"aw no, how come, my love? are you using the tea i bought for you? you know, my mother always said-"

"chamomile tea helps you get eight hours of sleep, i know, i know. are you sure you're not just making that up?" you tease, an eyebrow wiggling at her as she continues to dice her bell peppers. "i mean, as a soon-to-be holder of an english lit degree, i for one have never heard of that saying"

wanda eyed you playfully, her hands still working on autopilot as the knife carefully sliced the ingredients below her. you had seen her do it plenty of times before and it still never failed to impress you.

"well, smarty pants i think you've forgotten i'm sokovian. ever heard of a little something called translation?"

you rolled your eyes at that. of course, you hadn't forgotten, it was also another aspect of wanda that consumed your every waking thought. the way her r's rolled off of her tongue, her accent growing thicker the sleepier or more frustrated she got.

everything about her voice never failed to make you ache with want.

“ya trenirovalsya, mozhesh' skazat'?” you gaily shot back, a small smile playing on your lips when you saw the redhead's eyes widen in surprise.

“my my, smart girl indeed, i can tell. you’re getting better" wanda mused as her gaze from you dropped to finish off the last of the vegetables before turning around to put them all in the simmering pan on the stove. "now, why aren’t you sleeping properly?"

your eyes slowly fell, the gnawing guilt returning as they landed on the swell of the sokovians' ass.

“uh, no reason” you mumble in response, your eyes staying trained on how well the jeans hugged every curve of hers. “i think it might be uni stress”

i’m lying. it’s you, i can’t stop thinking about you.

wanda placed the cutting board on the countertop next to the stove before turning back to face you. your eyes instantly dart up and you just pray she didn’t catch your lingering stare.

if she did, wanda didn’t show any sign of it.

“i’m sorry darling, is there anything i can help you with?”

you shot her a lopsided smile before clearing your throat and answering with a “i’ll be okay once finals are over, but thank you”

“i might not be your mumiya but i’m always here if you need me”

i do need you. in more ways than you know.

“that's mommy, right? well, you're a better one than she'll ever be”

it didn't dawn on you until a few seconds later. your mouth just moving without ever thinking about how it would sound.. or maybe you're just overanalysing this? your gaze drops to your hands as you mindlessly start playing with your fingers nervously. not everyone believes that word to be sexualised, right?

“i-“ wanda cleared her throat, turning to busy herself with the pan behind her. “i’m glad you think of me as such, malysh” 

the older woman gripped at the wooden spoon she used to stir the food with. “now, why don’t you get your father from his study and i’ll dish everything out”

you were thankful wanda had yet to turn around, as a shy blush must be evident on your cheeks right now. “sure, wanda. thank you, by the way, it smells great”

the redhead couldn’t help but beam at your approval as she continued to mindfully stir the food before turning the gas off and moving the pan to an empty burner.

when she heard your footsteps retreat, wanda let out a sigh as her hands fell to grip the counter in front of her, willing herself to calm her beating heart and the pulse that formed much lower.

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"so, how's it going with kate, y/n?" your father wasn't one to ask too many questions. the man would always let you do as you please, even as a kid. of course he was protective, but he also trusted your decisions. thus, usually keeping his curiosity to himself. "i haven't seen her around here much lately"

you continued to chew your food before raising your head to meet his small smile and kind eyes. "we've just both been busy, i guess. i am seeing her tomorrow though, we're going to a party and then going back to her house after"

the sound of cutlery clattering on a plate made you jump, the noise cutting through the silence of the room like a knife and you instantly turned your head to where the sound came from.

wanda sat there, unfazed at her disturbance as she stared back at you. her eyes narrowed in on you as she pursed her lips. "a party? what kind?"

you let out a chuckle at the question, your mind not quite registering the redhead's hard gaze and peeved demeanour. "the kind that you don't really remember the next day? you've heard of them, right?"

wanda sucked the tip of her tongue between her pearly white teeth and fought the urge to correct you on your bratty attitude. in actuality, if she was being honest with herself, you didn't have one at all, you were being your usual playful self. the older woman was just taken aback and albeit slightly annoyed at the mention of your partner. 

but, she was just looking out for you, right? like a good mother should, even if she was a step.

"yes, sweetheart, parties were around in the eighteen-hundreds"

the sound of your laugh helped ease some of the tension in the sokovians shoulders and she couldn't help but let a smile shine through as it echoed throughout her mind and invaded every sense of her being.

"damn, you all partied during the ipswich witch trials? that's hardcore, wanda, even for you"

wanda chuckled in response. "oh yeah, but i was just celebrating because i wasn't caught"

you sniggered at that, replying with a, "do you reckon i could still get the bounty if i ratted you out?" before returning to your food.

the redhead let out a playful gasp, her arm stretching over the corner of the dining table to swat at your shoulder. "you wouldn't dare! plus who would make you all these meals if i'm burned at the stake?"

you hummed at that, your finger coming to rest on your chin as you tapped at it, pretending to linger in thought on the question. "you make a point and i don't think i could survive without them"

the redhead beamed proudly at that before she heard the telltale sign of her husband's impatience and feelings of being left out as he cleared his throat.

"so, about that party, y/n. when are you thinking of leaving?" he asked, before placing his fork on his now-empty plate.

wanda mentally rolled her eyes, her sour mood instantly returning at the question. that was until an idea popped into her head and the scowl that formed on her face quickly inched into a smirk. "how about you stay in with me tomorrow night instead? your father will be gone for his conference and i could sure use the company"

you struggled to swallow down your food as your mouth dried up and you immediately reached for the glass of water to ease it down.

"oh, that's a great idea!" your father intervened, the sound of wood scraping against the floor as he pushed back his chair and stood up. "a bit of mother-daughter bonding time might help alleviate your stress"

your eyes stayed trained on your plate as you tried to muster up any excuse you could think of as to why that wouldn't be such a great idea.

unfortunately, your brain short-circuited and your mind went blank.

"i- but what would i tell kate and the rest of my friends?" you asked, your head raising to meet the redhead who was already staring back at you.

you wanted to audibly groan at the way she looked at you. soft, doe eyes bore into you and you found it impossible to deny her.

"you know what, just leave it with me, i'll tell them you're sick or something and i need to take care of you"

wanda's plump lips instantly curled into a smile at your response. exactly y/n, she thought. you need to take care of your mommy.

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the next morning you were awoken by the sound of a sweet voice humming the tune of a song you didn't know, the sound started small until it faded into earshot and grew louder.

you turned your body onto your back to stretch, and your eyes soon flickered open to see wanda towering over you. a mug of steaming tea in one hand and two slices of toast on a small plate in the other.

"good morning, i thought i'd bring you breakfast in bed" the older woman smiled before placing them down on your bedside table.

when your eyes properly came into focus, you gulped dryly at the sight.

wanda was wearing a silk scarlet nightgown with a matching short robe to match, the colour was a striking contrast to the milky skin that lay underneath and your eyes flashed down to see she had yet to put on a bra. the cold morning air was clearly evident in the room as your eyes trailed away from pebbled nipples that strained behind her nightwear.

shit.

"thank you," you managed to croak out, one of your hands reaching up to wipe away the sleep from your eyes, using your other to push yourself upwards to rest your back on your pillows. "i'm excited for today, do you have anything in mind for what we should do?"

it took everything in you to not reach out a hand to yank your stepmom into your bed and have your way with her. because, god, how you longed to feel the warmth of her body underneath you as you trail your fingers over the apex of her hips and down to her soft thig-

"me too, malysh. i have some errands to do first, so while we're out we could do some shopping and grab some food?"

you nodded in response, a shy smile playing on your lips as the older woman's eyes bore into you. under wanda's gaze, you felt minuscule like a goddess who was staring down at you, a lesser deity.

but the sokovian never saw you in such a light, in her mind you were a woman worth worshipping. a magnificent being that should be held up on a pedestal for all the world to adore.

"good, i'll go and get dressed while you eat and get ready"

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a few hours had passed since you woke up, and both you and wanda were now walking around the mall aimlessly with no destination or rush to be anywhere. the two of you just spoke about anything and everything until the occasional gasp left your lips when something caught your eye in a store window.

"do you want it?" the redhead would ask, her eyes trained on your face to gauge your reaction.

most of the time your eyes would widen upon seeing the price before sighing in defeat and setting it back on the shelf and muttering, "no, it's okay. i'll wait until my birthday or something"

against your wishes, wanda would pick up what you held in your hands moments ago before waltzing over to the tills, her hips swaying with purpose as she quickly pays for it. wanda then walks back to you like it was no big deal with the said item now in a plastic bag as she hands it to you.

soon enough you were now walking through the mall with a few bags in your hands and wanda carrying the rest in hers.

guilt weighed heavy on your chest as you looked down at what you were holding. wanda, who was walking a couple of steps in front of you turned to see your bottom lip jutted out and your eyebrows contorted.

"what's wrong, detka?," her legs came to a stop and her face was quickly etched with worry. "do want to leave?"

your eyes instantly met hers and you could feel the guilt building up your throat, threatening to spill at any given moment. "what? no, of course not! i'm sorry... i- i just feel bad that you've gotten me all of this stuff. i can't imagine it came cheap"

the sokovian shook her head with a chuckle. "don't worry about money, sweetheart i'm fine.. plus you deserve it. i want to spoil you, so don't feel bad about it"

as much as you wanted to argue that you didn't deserve it, you bit your tongue and smiled in response. "you're right, thank you wanda. i am really grateful for everything, although i do still feel bad, is there anything i can do for you?"

full pink lips curled into a small smirk at the question. there was definitely something she wanted you to do but she knew she could never ask that of you, could never step over the line and cross a boundary that should remain uncrossed.

you watched as wanda pondered for a moment before shaking her head. "thank you, y/n. but, i don't want anything in return, just being with you today is enough"

your heart swelled ten times at that and you instantly felt your heart beat deep and fast in your throat. this woman was going to be the death of you.

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"so, how about i open a bottle of wine and you pick a movie for us to watch?" the sokovians' voice echoed loudly in your mind, pulling your attention away from the bags filled with everything wanda had bought for you.

you raised your head to see wanda standing in front of you. the position of you on your knees on the carpeted floor instantly dawned on you as the older woman's figure towered over you. you gulped dryly before pushing yourself upwards on your hands to stand face to face with the redhead.

"of course, wands. any suggestions?" you asked meekly, shifting your weight on your feet slightly as you tried your best to maintain eye contact with her.

your stepmother shrugged in response before taking a step back you almost wanted to whine and close the distance between you but you swallowed down the urge and kept yourself still, frozen like a statue.

"your choice, dorogoy. i'll be right back with the wine" and with that, wanda took even more several steps back until the distance grew. she then rounded the sofa and entered through the swinging door and into the kitchen.

you breathed a sigh of relief, a breath you didn't even realise you were holding. you willed yourself to calm your beating heart and moved over to the cabinet beside the television, your eyes scanning the selection of movies and box sets of tv shows.

your lips instantly curled into a smile upon seeing a certain one.

you opened the glass door before sliding out the box set, your hands racing to pull out one of the discs and quickly place it into the DVD player. you couldn't wait to see the look on wanda's face when she sees the loading-screen play on the television.

you heard the door swing open once again, wanda's sweet voice sounding behind you as she began to speak. "so what did you decide on?"

a gasp left her lips when her eyes landed on the television and saw the loading screen of her all-time favourite tv show.

"oh my god, the dick van dyke show?!"

you stood to turn around and face the older woman and you felt pride beam brightly in your chest at the smile that was plastered on her face.

"yeah," you said sheepishly, your cheeks flushing a hint of pink. "i know it's your favourite"

wanda stepped closer to the sofa before reaching down to place the two wine glasses and the bottle on the table in front of it. "you're too sweet, detka. i don't even think your father remembers that"

the pride enlarged even more at the fact and you couldn't help the evidential blush on your cheeks brightening. "well, dads stupider than i thought if he doesn't remember something like that about you"

it was now wanda’s turn to blush, and as she felt the heat rise to her cheeks she quickly busied herself with opening the wine and pouring it into both glasses, more so in hers than yours.

“i’ve actually never seen it before, you know?” you mention, before kneeling off the ground and wiping your now sweaty palms onto the jeans that hugged your thighs.

 “wow, really? well, there’s a first for everything," wanda smiled and you swear your heart skipped the smallest beat when you saw those dimples form in her cheeks. "i haven't seen that dragon show you like so much"

you make your way over to the sofa and plop yourself down, shifting slightly to situate yourself and get comfortable. "dragon sho- oh, you mean game of thrones?"

wanda hums in response as the rim of the glass sits perfectly on her lips to take a sip of her wine.

wanda watched intently as you mimicked her actions. the way your arm flexed when you leaned forward to pick up the glass and how your lips look deliciously wet as you licked away the lasting taste of the wine you had just sipped. it was a sight to see and it made the sokovian's head reel with lust.

"it's a great show," you finally respond, tucking your feet under yourself before leaning back onto the comfy cushions behind you. "i could show it to you sometime, maybe? it's well-acted and has great storylines in it, just be prepared for a lot of sex scenes"

wanda sniggers at that, "medieval porn? i'm sold"

you laugh loudly, the sound escaping you before you could even attempt to lower the volume. you almost want to apologise for the outburst but when you turn your head to wanda, she's staring back at you with a cheshire cat grin that eases your anxiety.

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the night carried on smoothly, you and wanda laugh over the bottle of wine as you switch between watching the episodes of the dick van dyke show and talking about different topics and interests. the drunker you get the more random the conversations become.

and as you look at wanda, her smile reaching from ear to ear as she watches a scene unfold on the television, it only seems to make your drunken crush-filled mind worsen.

"wanda, can i ask you something?"

you clamp your mouth shut as soon as the words leave your mouth and you instantly mentally scold your brain for speaking without so much as a thought of the possible consequences.

wanda reaches forward to set her empty glass on the wooden table before shifting slightly to turn and face you. "of course, sweetheart. you can ask me anything"

you swallow dryly, making you lift your wine glass to your lips to finish off the rest of what's in there. you chew on your bottom lips nervously, your eyes staying focused on the glass in your hand. "can you.. does it make you a bad person if you're with someone and you like someone else?"

wanda's brows knit together as the words hit her ears. she stays silent for a moment before her lips part slightly, thinking of the best way to answer such a question. "i think that's a query that could have many different answers, moya lyubov"

she pauses for a moment.

just a moment and the tranquillity makes you hear your heart beat loudly in every pulse point of your body.

"why do you ask?"

you shouldn't say it. you really shouldn't.

but, the alcohol had settled within you a while ago and it left you tipsy, needy and with a newfound confidence that screamed at you to tell her everything. to just confess even if it could leave you humiliated and deflated. "well, the thing is.."

the words faded on your tongue, quickly dying as wanda's big green eyes bore into you and what felt like, your soul.

"go on," wanda urged, her arm reaching over to place a gentle hand on top of your thigh, just below your kneecap. she gave it a soft squeeze before continuing. "you can do it"

"i'm happy with kate, she's great. but, there's this other person and i just.. i don't know what to do. i feel like such a shitty person"

wanda arched an eyebrow, her lips parting just an inch. "okay, i- how long have you been seeing this other person?"

"the thing is, i haven't, it's complicated, they don't even know how i feel"

your heartbeat was deafening as it beat loudly in your ears. you should stop, this is a bad idea.

"i can't tell them because then it'll ruin everything and i like what we have right now but, i can't eat, i.. i can't sleep, they're all i think about and more"

wanda's grip on your thigh tightened as you spoke and all your brain could do was stare at her hand, using it as a fice to focus on, anything to keep your eyes from welling up and breaking like a dam as you splurge out the truth and every pent up emotion you've felt since wanda entered your life.

"oh, honey. i'm sorry this is happening, maybe you'll feel better if you're honest with this other person? i mean, what's the worst that could happen?"

you let out a shaky breath, your eyes pricking with tears as you look up from her hand and into the sea of green that lies beneath her eyes. "you could hate me"

"i don't understand- i could never hate you, y/n. how could i?"

you didn't respond, you couldn't. the words felt trapped in your mouth, the honesty dancing on your tongue in a silent battle with your brain and all you could do was hang your head in shame as wanda's body stiffened, her hand loosening its grip on you as her face soon turned to realization. "oh"

#wanda maximoff smut #stepmom wanda #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff/reader #mcu fanfiction #marvel mcu #elizabeth olsen

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

104/150 with lethal company?

104) I can hear it calling my name

.........

[Y/n], January 29th, [Log 001]

---I'm afraid this will be my last log. So I'm keeping this encrypted.

Everyone's gone, but I'm still here. And I'm terrified. We started on this job as strangers, and we became family. Now I'm all alone because of a stupid mask. A piece of scrap we should've just sold off.

But he thought it would be funny to wear. I don't blame him. He was always a jokester, willing to do anything to turn a frown upside down and make light of our dreary trips. I know he didn't mean to hurt us. He thought it was harmless. Honest to god we thought so too.

Until he started vomiting blood and tried grabbing me. He tore off my helmet, along with my tracker, but I managed to get away. I still don't know how. But I wish I was smarter about it, because I got lost.

Then I heard the ship's engines.

They must've thought I was dead. Or maybe they all died and the autopilot kicked in. I'm not sure. I don't even know the current time. But what I do know is that I'm stuck here now. Possibly forever. I could make an SOS but that monster is still outside. I had to barricade myself in this storage room and wait until it goes away.

It keeps knocking. I can hear it calling my name. But I know it's not him.

To anyone who reads this, don't pick up the porcelain masks. They aren't worth shit. It'll tempt you to put it on. Don't. You'll find better loot elsewhere. If you see anyone already wearing it, kill them. Stun them. Run. Whatever. Just don't let it take you.

And if you see me wearing it, put me out of my misery. I promise I'll understand---

Finishing what would likely be your final log, you sighed and slumped back against the wall, letting the tablet slip from your hands.

You don't know how long you've been stuck here--whether it's been hours or days.

But all you know is that the Masked on the other side of the door hasn't left. It was using your coworker's corpse, mimicking his voice as it pounded on the steel and tried convincing you to let it in, even shattering the window. For some reason it refused to leave you alone, and kept begging and begging until it began screaming unintelligently...

That would go on and on until eventually it would cease, weakly clawing at the door, only to rinse and repeat once it rested its voice.

You were starving, trying your best to ration the jar of pickles you were luckily able to find in this storage room.

Unfortunately, that's as far as your luck will go at this point. They were sour and made you want to vomit every time you ate one. But while you didn't want starvation to take your life, you weren't exactly sure how you really wanted to go out instead.

It sure as hell wasn't gonna be from that bastard who took away your friends.

"It's clear....all clear......come on out....the ship is leaving..leave....out.....COME OUT..!! COME OUT!! COMEOUTCOMEOUT-!!"

With your heart hammering in your chest, you curled up and covered your ears, squeezing both eyes shut. 'Fuck, it's losing its mind again...this is a nightmare..why did I ever take this job?' You tried not to focus on the screams so much, and instead prayed for some kind of miracle.

But in space, would anyone really hear your prayers?

Yet somebody must have, because the screaming abruptly stopped a minute later, being replaced by the sounds of heavy thumping and growling drawing near.

You only knew one other alien creature that made those.

And you knew it was pissed off.

Getting up and backing away from the door, you fearfully clutched a stop sign as you heard a series of terrified shrieks, roars, slamming and crashing sounds....before silence followed, save for the low growls you heard earlier and chewing noises.

Cautiously, you went back over and pushed aside one of the things covering up the window, and the sight on the other side was quite nauseating:

The Thumper was hovering over the Masked's body, teeth covered in blood and flesh as it tore into it, clearly wanting to savor this midnight snack.. But eventually it decided to drag the rest of the corpse away and to another part of the facility, only leaving behind a few shattered fragments of white dirty porcelain.

You couldn't believe it.

You were actually happy that a Thumper, of all things, saved your skin.

But you sure as hell didn't want it coming back for a second lunch. Now was your window of opportunity to get out of here. The adrenaline pumping through your veins was the only reason you were able to grab your loot and book it out of that storage room, being careful not to run into that Thumper again.

At least now you could go outside and (hopefully) send an S.O.S.

#saw this an immediately thought of the masked/mimics #clanask #lethal company x reader #lc x reader #lethal company masked #lethal company thumper #angst/horror prompt

[mymoodwriting]

Because You're Mine

Female!Reader x Werewolf!SKZ

Genre: A/B/O

Warning: Paranoia, Anxiety, Bullying, Abuse, Biting, Blood, Isolation, Insomnia, Drugs, Medication, Pills, Tears, Betrayal

Words: 3.4K

Chapter Five

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Prompt: With omegas completely removed from society, they needed their own communities and institutions to grow. All your life you had lived and gone to school alongside your fellow omegas, and orphaned alphas. You had managed to keep yourself together, but now at the university level, keeping your secret had grown impossible. You had to face your fears and make friends with an alpha eventually, and now was the time.

“This can’t be real…”

You wanted all of this to be a dream, even going as far as pinching yourself, but you didn’t wake up. The video was still present on your phone and you were in the real world. You weren’t sure what to do, how to process this, and then a knock at your door startled you.

“Y/n.” You heard Minho’s voice. “Are you alright?”

“Fa… fine!” You yelled. “Just… uh… going to bed…”

“You sure? I-”

“Good night!”

“Ah, okay, good night.”

You should have been sleeping by now, but your racing heart and scent might have been noticed by Minho as he passed by. Once you were sure he was gone you quietly snuck out of bed and went into the bathroom, bringing a blanket with you. For the rest of the night you stayed in the tub unable to fall asleep even when you tried. You weren’t sure you could face anyone come morning, so you got ready for the day and left the dorm before anyone was up. You attended your classes, but you certainly weren’t all there. Occasionally checking your phone to see if that video was still there, or if it was just a figment of your imagination. It wasn’t.

You barely registered the bell ringing to signal class was over until someone accidentally bumped into you. The room was nearly empty so you quickly grabbed your things and headed out. You weren’t really paying attention, thinking you’d get to your next class running on autopilot, but instead you were grabbed and held back. It took you a second to register Hyunjin standing before you, and when you did you quickly pulled yourself away. He didn’t seem concerned about that, but he did seem to be worried about you.

“Hey, what happened this morning? You missed breakfast.”

“You mean domesticate them.”

Hyunjin’s words from the recording rang in your head, causing you to take a step back. Of course he took a step forward, not wanting to create a bigger distance between you. Which ended up with you having your back against the wall.

“Why… why are you here?”

“I had a free period, and wanted to check in. Are you okay?”

“Fine. I’m fine.”

“You sure? You have us all worried.”

“Yeah…”

You were feeling uneasy with Hyunjin’s gaze on you. Knowing those kind eyes and precious smile were all lies. It was impressive that you had been holding yourself together for this long, but you knew you were gonna break at any moment. You needed to get away from him before he realized things were not in fact fine.

“I need to get going.”

You offered a nervous smile and tried to get away, but Hyunjin followed you, grabbing your arm more forcefully this time and holding you back. Despite your fear there was another feeling inside you, something that told you to defend yourself. In the moment it seemed that instinct took over and you quickly reached over to bite Hyunjin’s arm. He yelled and let you go, which prompted you to run off as fast as you could. You couldn’t just go to your next class as he would know and might follow you, so you went into the bathroom.

You grabbed onto the sink, taking in deep breaths to calm yourself. Although when you looked up at the mirror your eyes went wide. There was blood on your lips, and you suddenly registered the taste. You quickly turned on the faucet and cleaned yourself up, trying not to let the panic consume you. Although it was easier said then done as your legs gave out on you and you collapsed to the floor in tears. You weren’t in a good headspace to be doing anything, and you struggled to breathe. It was just you in this place, alone, with no one to lean on. You weren’t sure how much time passed before you settled down on your own, regaining your composure.

You certainly weren’t gonna go to class, as you wanted to be alone. At this point there was only one place to go, even though it was scary. Your dorm. It should be empty, and you could lock yourself in your room while you figured yourself out. Before heading out you checked the time to make sure the halls wouldn’t be so crowded, and then made your way back to your dorm. Thankfully you got there without interruption. You planned to just lock yourself in your room like you did last night, but as soon as you set foot in the dorm you heard a voice. You thought to run but then Chan appeared, giving you a surprised smile.

“What are you doing back here so soon?”

“Wa… what are you doing here?”

“I asked you first.” Chan stated. “What happened this morning? You snuck out without a word, not even a note.”

“I… I just had a lot on my mind.”

You tried to give a reassuring smile and get away, but Chan stood in your way. The smile on his face put you on edge, but you knew Chan wasn’t just gonna let you walk away.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re lying. You know I can tell. So what’s going on?”

“I… I…” You had to say something. “The pills…”

“Your meds? What about them?”

“I don’t like it.”

“Y/n, you know you need to take them. If you don’t you’ll get sick.”

“But it still feels weird. I wasn’t told about this until it was necessary, and it just doesn’t sit well with me.”

“It’s part of your biology and perfectly normal. There was no point in telling you and making you worry about it until it was time.”

“I guess… it’s just a lot has changed and… I don’t really like it…”

“I know change can be scary, but it’s also a good thing. And speaking of your meds, I know you didn’t take them this morning, so come on.”

Chan took your hand and brought you over to the kitchen, getting your meds and a glass of juice. It honestly had slipped your mind in the morning, and you would have rather taken them on your own than to do so in front of Chan like this. You took the pills and then retreated to your room. Like last night you locked the door and then hid in the bathroom, the blanket still in the tub, feeling safe enough to relax. Although letting your guard down open the floodgates for more tears. You cried for a while before you decided to take a hot shower, hoping that would help you calm down. It was soothing, and nice, giving you a moment to just breathe.

  You needed to run away from all of this. Honestly you probably should have done that a long time ago. You didn’t know anything about the world out there but surely it was better than here. Once you finished your shower you changed into some comfy clothes, planning to just lay in bed until you could go back to the bathtub. Then you heard a knock at the door and got nervous. You figured it was one of the alphas again, but to your relief it wasn’t.

“Y/n, you in there?” You heard Jisung ask. “You missed classes today.”

You slowly opened the door, seeing that Felix was right behind Jisung, giving you a kind smile.  They asked if they could come in, bringing you some snacks as well. You could use some company so you let them in.

“Are you okay?” Felix asked, sitting on your bed. “Do you feel sick?”

“No, no, I’m alright.”

“Look, I’ll be honest with you.” Jisung admitted. “Chan sent us to check on you, but we’re also worried. We haven’t seen you all day, and I can smell the anxiety on you. Are you sure everything is okay?”

You were far from okay, but you had been asked this over and over again. This time it was different, and you wondered if you should tell them the truth. It was something you kinda wish you could forget, but at the same time, it was very important that you knew what was really going on. Jisung and Felix were your friends, they were omegas like you. They should know what happened that night.

“If I tell you the truth… promise you won’t tell the alphas?”

“Y/n, what’s going on?” Felix questioned. “You’re scaring me.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah, of course, we promise.” Jisung confirmed. “You know I can keep a secret.”

It was kind of horrific, to show them the video. Maybe you just didn’t want to be alone in your madness, but either way, you showed them the truth. They listened intently, growing confused and worried as the voices kept talking. When the video finished there was just silence.

“What… what the fuck was that?” Felix questioned. “Those… what are they talking about?”

“Remember that night when the alphas cooked for us…”

“That was real?” Jisung wondered. “I wasn’t sure that happened… I don’t remember going to bed after eating…”

“Me neither…” Felix added. “I thought it was just some weird dream not… this… what did they do to us?”

“I don’t know.” You admitted. “But after that night they started giving us medication, all the omegas take pills now. It must be covering something up.”

“Wait, you think they did this to every omega on campus? I understand drugging us but… the others?”

“The dorms…” Jisung mumbled. “All the omegas dorm in one place… and there’s a strict curfew… they could literally gas the whole building… and they’d really never know…”

“So then… are all the alphas in on this shit?”

“No idea. They could do this to the other omegas without anyone else knowing, but we’re an exception, so they asked the alphas here to cooperate.”

“What… what are we supposed to do? I can’t just… face them… I… I feel sick…”

“I felt like that too.” You said. “I still feel sick actually…”

“I… what do we do…”

“I’m sorry… maybe I shouldn’t have told you but-”

“Y/n, you’ve been losing your mind all day because of this.” Jisung took your hands. “I’m sorry you’ve been dealing with this alone. Something like this shouldn’t be kept from us…”

“I’m scared… I don’t know what I’m supposed to do… the only option I see is to run away… but that won’t be easy.”

“We’ll figure it out together. We’ll get out of this together.”

There was a sudden knock at the door, startling all of you. Jisung held your hand tightly, all three of you sticking close together.

“Hey, y/n, can we come in?”

You really didn’t want to, arguing with both Jisung and Felix, but all three of you hiding like this wouldn’t look good. Eventually Felix got up and unlocked the door. The other three alphas walked into the room, keeping close to the door.

“You guys okay?” Minho asked. “Having a sleepover?”

“We’re fine…”

“I don’t want to take up too much of your guys’ time.” Chan explained. “But Hyunjin told me what happened this morning, and he wanted to apologize.”

“This morning?” Jisung questioned. “What do you mean?”

“I bit him…” You mumbled. “… sorry…”

“No, I’m the one who needs to apologize.” Hyunjin admitted. “I didn’t mean to upset or frighten you. I’m really sorry.”

“I’m sorry too… I didn’t think I’d break skin…”

“You broke skin?” Felix asked. “Really?”

“It was an accident…”

“Speaking of.” Chan interrupted. “I want to check your teeth, y/n.”

“What? Why?”

“That bite was very strong. I think your fangs are coming in.”

“My fangs?”

“Yes, that’s why I want to check.”

You didn’t like having the alphas in your room, let alone have Chan get close and examine you. Although you could see he was adamant and probably wouldn’t go away unless you agreed. You were still holding Jisung’s hand, agreeing to Chan’s request. He came over and had you show him your teeth. He carefully reached over, moving your upper lip so he could see your teeth better.

“You’re good, and your fangs are definitely coming in.”

“What about us?” Jisung asked. “When do we get ours?”

“They’ll start coming in soon, as will your claws. It might feel a bit weird, but it’s perfectly normal.”

“Do you have yours?”

“Yeah. We alphas get them much earlier in our lives.”

The alphas all showed off their fangs, Minho displaying his claws as well. You nodded nervously, trying to hold yourself together. With everything done the alphas just made sure you guys were alright and then excused themselves. You all relaxed once they were gone, and Felix locked the door again. The whole thing left a bad taste in your mouth. Everything seemed so normal, but that wasn’t the case.

“So running away… is the plan.” Jisung confirmed. “How do we do that?”

“No idea.” You said. “But we’ll figure this out together, right?”

“Of course.”

Nothing had really changed, but you weren’t alone anymore, and that was important. It wasn’t exactly going to be easy to keep yourselves calm, but you all knew you had to play pretend. After you all calmed down some more, the two retreated to their rooms, and you forced yourself to go to bed, really needing some sleep. You did pass out for a while, but you had no idea how many hours you actually slept. At least come morning you were in a slightly better headspace, so you could probably face the others. Maybe just for a moment though. Your plan was to say good morning and skip breakfast, but that didn’t work out.

“You skipped breakfast last time.” Hyunjin commented. “That’s not good for your health.”

“You should eat.” Felix added. “Come on.”

To your surprise both Felix and Jisung were pretty calm, a stark contrast to last night. Felix came over to your side, and you couldn’t help but question what he was doing under your breath.

“Felix…”

“I know, but if we avoid them they’re gonna know something is up.”

“How can you both be so calm?”

“If all of us reek of anxiety they’ll be suspicious. Trust us, we’re not okay.”

Despite your plan you took a seat at the table, sitting between Jisung and Felix. You didn’t eat much, but managed to leave with the other two without issue. It seemed that Felix and Jisung were way better at hiding their emotions than you. It kinda made sense, you always just ran away from these type of things. You thought maybe today would go better, but that was a little too much to ask for. After your first class a few of your peers came up to you.

“Ya! Aren’t you that girl that bit Hyunjin?”

“I…”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” One questioned. “He’s like the sweetest guy ever, how could you fucken bite him?”

“It was a misunderstanding…”

“How do you even know him? You don’t seem like the type of omega he’d hang around.”

“Please just leave me alone…”

“Have you even apologized? Or paid him back?”

“I-”

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Hyunjin shoved the others away from you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You knew he was probably trying to help, but this was the last thing you wanted from him.

“Hyunjin, I-”

“We’re friends, and we’re cool. So stop harassing her.”

“Sorry, we were just-”

“I don’t care.” Hyunjin looked at you. “I’ll take you to your next class.”

You couldn’t reject his offer as he pulled you along. Although once you were alone you pulled yourself away. He took a step forward but then retreated, remembering how things went last time.

“Sorry…”

“You’re really popular…”

“I’m very social.”

“And good looking… so you attract attention… you did the same thing when we first met…”

“Huh?” 

“Please keep your distance from me… I don’t want trouble…”

“Uh… yeah, yeah… sorry…”

“I’m gonna go, I’ll see you later.”

You hurried off, intending to go to class but needing a minute to cool down. You ducked into the bathroom, splashing water in your face and calming your breath. You weren’t sure how long you could do this.

♥♥♥♥♥

In order to keep yourself together you’d limit your interaction with the others in the dorm. You tried to be polite, but it was still hard not to freak out. Although you think they eventually got the hint as they also took a step back. At most you’d get a greeting, but they weren’t really socializing with you. It was good, but it also made you suspicious. You still had that video on your phone, maybe one of them had discovered it, but then again, you would have been confronted about it already. You tried not to get so paranoid, but that wasn’t easy.

“So what exactly is the runaway plan?”

“Well we certainly can’t do it during the day.” Felix commented. “Too many eyes, surely someone would notice us going off campus.”

“Well obviously we do it at night.”

“The problem then is the alphas.” You said. “They could randomly wake up and catch us leaving… and even if they don’t, if they see we’re gone in the morning they’ll worry. Hyunjin caught up to me after my first class…”

“Not to mention we need to figure out supplies and where we are going.” Jisung added. “I haven’t found any maps, so I guess we can just pick a direction.”

“We need to do this soon…”

“Huh? Why?”

“I don’t know… I just feel like the alphas are onto us…”

“Well… I do have an idea.” Jisung admitted. “Hold on.”

Jisung left your room for a moment, returning with his backpack. He rummaged around for a moment before pulling out some gummies.

“Ta-da.”

“How is that supposed to help?” Felix questioned. “Candy isn’t exactly a good thing we should take with us.”

“This isn’t candy, it’s melatonin gummies. You know, to help you sleep.”

“Why do you have those?”

“I had some trouble sleeping…”

“And how does this help?” You asked.

“Oh, well, if we get a bunch of these and feed it to the alphas, we’ll be sure they’re knocked out. Then we can make our escape without worrying of being caught right away.”

“We can do it on a Friday night.” Felix added. “That way we can leave a note saying we went to get food so when they do finally wake up, they won’t immediately think we’re missing. And since it’s the weekend we don’t have classes so no one else would notice our absence.”

“That’s not bad.” You mentioned. “But how are we supposed to get enough gummies? Where did you even get them, Jisung?”

“I… I got them from the med bay… I told the doctor I was having trouble sleeping and he gave me some.”

“Okay, but he won’t give you a lot just cause you ask.”

“Hm, good point.”

“Maybe we can ask our peers to get some and buy it off them.” Felix suggested. “I could probably get some myself. This is something we can work with.”

“Yeah, I think so too.” You said. “We just need to get everything in order.”

“Hey guys!” You heard Minho shout. “Can you come to the living room for a sec!”

Even if things had been weird in the dorm, you knew you couldn’t just ignore this. So the three of you made your way over to the living room. Minho and Hyunjin were on the couch waiting for you guys. It felt like they wanted to talk about something which started to make you nervous.

“What’s up?” Felix asked. “And where’s Chan?”

“He’ll be here in a minute.” Hyunjin explained. “But we do need to talk about something.”

“Which is?”

You all stopped when you heard the door unlock. You expected to hear Chan, but he seemed to be a lot noisier than usual. He came into the living room with a smile on his face.

“Great, you’re all here. I’d like you guys to meet our latest roommates.”

Three others appeared behind Chan, bringing their bags along with them. They looked around the dorm, but all smiled and waved at you guys. They weren’t entirely strangers to you, remembering their faces from before. They were the other candidates to join the dorm before Hyunjin was picked. You felt your heart sink, realizing that the alphas now outnumbered you two to one.

“Well.” Jisung mumbled. “We’re gonna need a lot more gummies.”

#stray kids #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han #felix #seungmin #i.n #christopher bang #lee minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #skz #skz au #stray kids au #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #skz imagines #skz scenarios

[lukabitch]

I say really dumb things when I'm nervous... how would Wesker, Ghostface, Trickster react to a survivor accidentally calling them "Daddy" mid-trial 😭

I’m at a loss of words. Mainly because I would do this. Thank you so much for the request! :)

Tw: Suggestive stuff because the reader is nervous and said something stupid. :(

Wesker:

Oh my dear this man’s god complex is off the charts.

He wants to take you right then and there but he had some amount of self restraint.

He would have his hands all over you after that. He might even tease you a bit with the Uroboros.

He practically makes you call him daddy from then on out. He simply refuses to let you call him anything else.

He’s definitely a lot more flirty anytime he sees you even outside of trials.

He would make you feel things you never thought you could feel.

You messed up and now you’re his cute little boy.

You were running through the swamp in a panic. Wesker was right behind you in hot pursuit. He was starting to lose his patients and brought up the Uroboros. In a second you were being slammed into the rotting wood of a boat. The force of the sudden attack forced a scream out of you. Unlucky for you it was the worse thing you could say. “Daddy!” When the words left your mouth it was shocking to say the least. “I quite like that pretty boy. Say it again.” He kept you pinned and that’s exactly where you would stay.

Ghostface:

Oh? OH! You like that huh?

This man is over the damn moon. He can barely contain himself.

Those words leaving your mouth like that. The fear, the embarrassment, the slight quiver of your lips.

It took all his strength not to pounce on you.

He’s practically begging and demanding that you call him that from then on.

He wants you to pick out a cute pet name for yourself. He even gave you a list he already made!

He eventually gives you the pet name of sweet thing or puppy. He thinks it suits you just fine.

Doing generators was so boring and meticulous. You wanted to just doze off but that would be way too risky. With a killer somewhere you should be paying attention. The feeling of cold shot through your body, it could only mean one thing. Acting quickly you left the generator not even checking where he was. You ran right to him and with a single hit you were on the ground. The shock of the attack scaring you so much your brain went into autopilot. “Ow daddy god damn!” You hadn’t even noticed what you said. Unlucky for you Ghostface did. He lets out a sickening laugh. “Oh sweet thing I didn’t know you were a masochist! I wonder how much you can take.” It was going to be a long trial.

Trickster:

It’s certainly not his favorite name but he’ll take it.

He’ll tease and make fun of you. What can I say he likes humiliating you.

He would have you strung up on a hook and hear you say it again. He restrains himself though.

He throws his knives at certain places to hit you just right.

When he gets his hands on you expect to get a few extra cuts while he begs for you to say his name.

It’s official your his little songbird! You better get used to the pain.

He loves the thrill of chase mainly because he gets to hear their screams. You hadn’t spotted him entering the room and with a small laugh he took aim. The knife pierced your soft skin. The scream that left your mouth wasn’t what he was expecting. “Fuck daddy!” It was obvious that you weren’t think about it. You ran as another flurry of knives hit you at rapid pace. Your beautiful cries sounding heavenly to his ears. “Oh dear baby boy you can’t leave now! Not when I’m just getting started!”

#dbd #dead by daylight #dbd killer #dbd x male reader #request #dbd survivor #killer x survivor #danny jed olsen johnson #danny johnson #dbd headcanons #dbd ghostface #albert wesker #dbd mastermind #dbd trickster #ji woon hak #the trickster #sub male reader #sub reader

[jellyfishoreo1206]

Comfort (Gavril)

This will be a series w/ all the Bubo characters (Gavril, Angelo, Nostre, Daniel, Aku, maybe Tooth too) Love it when my brain comes up with ideas when I have several other WIP's to do

I was crying earlier and my brain in the middle of it went, "but what if the Bubo Characters were here."

WARNINGS: EMOTIONAL, CRYING, CUSSING, OVERALL BAD BAD DAY, ANGST IG??? I HAVE NO IDEA THERE WILL BE LOOTS OF FLUFF THO

Gender-Neutral Reader

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You felt like crying, screaming.

Everything was shit, every single hour that went by, every single minute, every single second felt long and torturous. Your body felt heavy, head heavy as it pounded with a throbbing headache against your skull, vision blurry.

Why did today of all days in the year have to be so shitty? You woke up late for work, got coffee all over your work clothes and didn't have a spare, got chewed out by your boss because how you forgot to do something yesterday and how you were "representing" the workplace, didn't eat lunch because you forgot to bring your wallet, and so many other things that made you want to wallow into the ground and forget about everything.

Anger, misery, sadness, irritation, annoyance, depression.

You want to cry so bad, you want to break something. Throw something. Anything.

But the moment you walked through your door, the dams broke. Sliding down to the floor, you cried your heart out, you cried out to no one as the bitter tears spilled down your face, dropping onto the floor. It felt pathetic, on your arms and knees just because nothing went right today, nothing went how was suppose to, crying out everything you had to the shadows around you. Wailing out to only the silence that surrounded you.

But it couldn't be helped, keeping every single thing bottled up over the last few months, constantly filling up the cup. This was eventually bound to happen. It was only a matter of time before the water spilled over the edge.

It felt like hours hunched over on the floor, a puddle of tears forming as your wails soon turned to soft hiccups and quiet sniffling. Your throat hurt from all the wailing, nose filled to the brim with runny snot, vision blurred and puffy from the tears with more coming, your limbs going numb from how long they were on the ground. Yet you didn't want to get up, you didn't have the energy to do so.

You stayed there for a few minutes longer taking several deep breaths, building up your energy, before slowly standing up from that position. Your joints popped as you started moving, relieved to be moving again.

You felt disconnected from the world, everything around you seemed to have been numbed down. You felt bland, empty. Every limb in your body felt heavier than before, mind becoming foggy the longer you stood there staring off into space. Your brain went on autopilot, searching for a place to rest, which was the couch.

The fog felt like a long-awaited hug, a hug that feels like it's enveloping your entire body, a hug without warmth. It's just, there...

Curling up on yourself, you laid there wide awake as not even an ounce of sleep crept into your mind as the hours ticked by, you didn't even bother checking the time. Didn't bother getting up.

It was just so easy to just stay there, not worry about anything else, in the moment. Letting the clouds fog your mind as you let your body relax into the cushions.

After what was probably two hours, you hear the familiar sound of footsteps upstairs, creaking against the old floorboards. You didn't even bother panicking about who it was, you didn't feel ready to come out of the comforting fog yet. The footsteps went down the stairs, right next to the couch, yet you didn't feel an ounce of fear go through you. Heartbeat as calm as it could be, beating against your ribcage in a calming manner. Whoever it was can do what they want, you don't even have a care to give.

"Y/N?" You perked up a bit, eyes glancing up at the person looking over from the stairs. It was Gavril, hood still on as his eerily bright eyes shined through the dark. It still scares you how bright his eyes are in the dark, staring at your form unblinking, intensely. Like a kind of cat of sorts. Maybe a perk from the goo. He quickly descends the rest of the stairs, pulling off his hood to reveal his dark curly hair.

You didn't move, just letting a sigh pass your lips as you stared off again. You should've been more excited that Gavril was here, it's been 3 months since you last saw him in person. But you literally cried everything out hours ago, your brain to exhausted to make a reaction. Gavril approaches closer, to where he's hovering over the couch. He seemed.., concerned about you. His brows were furrowed as he had a slight frown on his face. It doesn't seem like he knows how to act whenever someone is like this. He slowly reached out a hand, brushing some of the hairs out of the way that have fallen over your face in a gentle manner.

For a couple of minutes, that's all he does, over and over. Eventually he sits right next to you on the couch, your head in his lap as he gently combs his fingers through your hair.

It feels nice, to be right against him as his touch left a certain type of warmth in your nerves, filling your mind with a good emotion you can't quite put a name to. Eyes fluttering close, you enjoy the gesture, further relaxing your body into his as he continues the gesture. The events of today slowly melting from your mind as the seconds pass.

When his hand was about to pull away, your own grabbed at his wrist, refusing for the affection to be over so soon. "Not yet.." Your voice is hoarse, from your lack of words in the past hours and from the crying. Gavril hasn't said anything, he doesn't point out how you sound, all he does is cup your face in a comforting manner. Exhaustion hits your body like a train, as your mind slowly fades in and out from consciousness, not processing anything around you as you let yourself go.

"I'll be here in the morning.."

...

How did you end up in your bed?

Groggily, you looked around. Yeah you're definitely in your room. Couldn't tell the time though, it was cloudy outside and made the whole room darker, can't tell if it was early morning or the afternoon. You don't remember making the walk upstairs last night, all you remember was curling up on your couch and..

Gavril.

"Fuck, Gavril!" Quickly getting out of bed, and nearly face-planting into the wall, you scrambled out of the room and downstairs to see if he was still here. To see if he actually stayed.

After finally taking the last step, you hear a soft humming from the living room. Glancing over to your right, and there he was, patiently sitting there with something in hand. A old rubix cube you were meant to solve. His coat was discarded, some rips and tears in it, folded neatly on the couch arm as he kept twisting and turning the cube. Didn't seem like he wanted to figure it out, just needed something to busy his mind and hands. Fucking shit, you missed him so badly..

Coming up right behind the couch, you wrap your arms around him, smushing your face into his hair. Which probably wasn't a good idea since he didn't take a shower but you brushed off his smell, only seeking his touch. You felt him jump a bit beneath you from the surprise embrace, but quickly relax as he realized it was only you, returning the gesture as best as he could.

"Hey dear," He coos, drawing patterns into your arm after placing the cube down, "Good to see you better."

"It's good to see you again."

"Yeah? Did you miss me that much?"

"Obviously I would.."

Your hand came up to his hair, playing with the curly ends of them. He seemed to enjoy it, letting out a small hum. A comfortable silence falls over you two, only the quiet breathing of you and Gavril's filling the air.

"Do you...want to talk about last night?" He sounded hesitant when whispering out the question, he seemed unsure in what he was doing. You found it sweet of him that he wanted to make sure you were okay though.

You mulled over the question in your head, thinking it again and again. Do you want to talk about it? I mean, you cried your heart and soul out last night so it should be fine, right? But there's the chance that might make Gavril uncomfortable. He was asking, but there's the benefit of doubt.

"..Just a bad day was all."

"Mm..." He stays quiet for a few moments, thinking something over, "Who do I have to kill?" He attempts what you think is a joke, but you can't tell whether he is actually serious or just trying to cheer you up in some weird way. Eh, he's your weirdo anyway.

"Don't. I love you Gav, but I swear to God do not kill someone just because they made me sad," Pulling your face out of his hair, you lean down to plant a small kiss on his cheek, "unless I ask you too." A cheeky smile makes its way onto your face, jumping over the couch just to sit right beside him. Looking at his face, it seemed to be flushed, a slight look of embarrassment on his face as a wobbly smile takes place. His adorableness just seems to intensity whenever he's flustered, you don't know why but it just makes you fall harder for him.

"Did you eat anything?"

"I, uhm..no not really?"

"You ate everything in the fridge again, didn't you?" His gaze averted to the side as he lets out a nervous chuckle. Letting out a sigh of slight disappointment, you slump onto him, closing your eyes. "'s fine, I needed an excuse to go shopping anyway.." You can't blame him, to be honest. He must've been starving and food must've been scarce. You're surprised he isn't dead yet, or in jail.

"Is it alright if I come?" Thinking it over in your mind, you think of the pros and cons of him coming along.

"..Sure." He's probably going to tag along either way, no matter which answer you chose. But that's fine, you love your skrunckly little rat man either way.

You just hoped he wouldn't try and steal a wheel of cheese, again.

#gavril #bubo series #gavril game #fanart #rat man #fanfiction #fanfic #comfort character #he's probably ooc but idk #i tried #let's see how the rest turn out #x reader #gavril x reader #comfort series

[gingerel]

matchablossom | reunion

“Aren’t you nervous?”

The question surprises Kaoru.

“What am I supposed to be nervous about?” Kaoru asks, ducking his mother’s hand where she reaches out to fuss with his hair.

Her mouth purses, a disapproving flat line to which Kaoru is all too familiar a witness.

“Kojiro comes home in a few days.”

“I’m aware,” Kaoru says flatly. He is the one that told her, let her know he wouldn’t be able to make their usual lunch because he and Kojiro would be…something.

“You haven’t seen each other for a while now,” she reminds him.

Over a year. Between Kojiro’s work and training, and Kaoru setting up the studio. Around clients and applications, certifications and business loans; there simply hasn’t been enough time.

“We talk almost every day,” Kaoru says. A little. Some days more than others.

Time zones make it difficult, so more and more often their back and forth is via email. Maybe—occasionally—the responses are day after day. It’s fine. They’re adults, with responsibilities and places to be every day.

Doesn’t mean Kaoru particularly likes it though.

“What time does his plane land?” mothers asks.

Kaoru blinks. “I don’t—I’m not sure.”

“Didn’t he tell you?”

Kaoru shakes his head.

No, he didn’t.

Kaoru hadn’t thought about it before now. When Kojiro let him know his return date—a static filled message on Kaoru’s answering machine he still hasn’t deleted—Kaoru simply blocked out the day in his calendar and made sure Carla didn’t auto-fill any of that day with appointments.

“Well,” mother says. “I’m sure you’ll run into each other eventually.”

— — —

Kaoru leaves his schedule open, but he goes to the studio anyway. Better that, than lazing around his apartment wondering what moment exactly he and Kojiro start sharing a time zone again. It’s not like he doesn’t have any work to be getting on with, his day may be free, but his commissions list is currently full and using the day to get ahead will only benefit him in the long run.

The digital clock built into Carla’s dock ticks forward to 10:41 and Carla lights up, silently alerting him to a new email. Kaoru clicks onto it on autopilot but it’s not what he’s hoping for, and he simply flags it to be dealt with later and Carla takes over to move it into the right place.

10:42

10:43

10:44

Kaoru blinks away from the clock. He hates wasting time, but he just can’t settle into anything—

The door to his studio pops open, sticking slightly as it always does and Kaoru doesn’t have any appointments, but he reflexively stands anyway, so he can make a good impression.

His jeans don’t quite fit right, too loose around the thighs, but his shirt is so eye-wateringly bright Kaoru almost laughs out loud.

“Kojiro.”

He’s gotten so broad, and his hair is longer, curling up where it hangs just over the collar. Maybe Kaoru’s just forgotten what Kojiro looks like, but he seems different to the Kojiro that’s only existed in his mind.

“Hey,” Kojiro says, grinning, though he barely comes into the room, hovering near the door.

“You—when did your plane get in?” Kaoru asks.

“About an hour ago,” Kojiro says, words coming fast. “I dropped stuff at home then realised I didn’t know where you were, so I went to see your mom—” Kaoru winces and Kojiro’s next words are tinged with laughter. “—and she told me where to find you.”

“You—”

“The place looks great,” Kojiro rambles on. “It’s—really great.”

Kaoru swallows, from the corner of his eye he sees Carla light up again but ignores her.

“Thank you.”

For a long moment, they just stare at each other, and Kaoru has never been good at talking, or thinking of things to say to fill awkward silences. He’s never needed to be good, because Kojiro has always taken care of it on his behalf. Kaoru doesn’t know they’ve ever had an awkward silence with just the two of them before.

“Are you busy?” Kojiro asks. “I mean—I know you’re busy. But today—do you maybe have some time?”

Kaoru left his entire day free on the off chance he might get to see Kojiro, yet he makes himself tilt his head and pretend to think.

“I might be able to make some time,” Kaoru allows.

“Oh good,” Kojiro says, and his exhales adjust his posture into something much more familiar. “I’d offer to make you dinner tonight but, you know, I don’t have a kitchen right now.”

Kojiro fumbles in his pocket for his phone and Kaoru, without thinking, pads towards him, stepping out from behind his desk.

“We can go to S after,” Kojiro goes on and his excitement is palpable, his eagerness brighter and more engaging than the sun. “Is it tonight?”

“I—I don’t know,” Kaoru admits.

“You don’t know,” Kojiro echoes.

“I haven’t been for a while,” Kaoru admits. Kojiro’s face falls. “I’ve been busy,” Kaoru defends. “It’s not—I went without you.”

Wasn’t the same. Wasn’t much fun, but he did it. Every so often.

Kaoru doesn’t know when it happened but they’re close now. Kaoru is halfway to the door and Kojiro is all the way inside, his stature and his warmth filling up the place, making it seem more alive than it ever has been since Kaoru signed his name on the paperwork.

Kaoru swallows down another wave of awkwardness. It has no place here. Kojiro’s acting like they’ve never been apart, surely Kaoru can manage too. It’s what he wants.

“After what?” Kaoru asks.

“Huh?”

“We can go to S after: after what?” Kaoru clarifies.

“Oh,” Kojiro says laughing. “I think I’ve found the restaurant space I want to buy, but I can’t do it without your approval.”

“Yes, you can,” Kaoru blurts. It’s not like Kaoru has any financial stake in the business, he hasn’t signed over part of his inheritance to Kojiro as a loan or a gift.

Because Kojiro hasn’t asked.

Kojiro rolls his eyes. “Okay, I don’t want to.”

Kaoru doesn’t flinch, because he has more self-control than that but he’s almost thankful for the way Kojiro yanks him right in, hiding Kaoru’s face against his chest for covering what must be obvious surprise on his face. They’ve hugged a thousand times in their life and for all the differences—Kojiro is taller and broader, he smells different—Kojiro holds him exactly the same as he always did. Warm and strong, hand ruffling the back of Kaoru’s hair because he’s the only one whose ever been able to get away with that.

The suggestion Kojiro is about to pull back is minute, maybe no one but Kaoru would pick up on it, and it’s only that brief thought which gives Kaoru the courage to bring up his arms and hug back, to twist his fingers into striped linen of Kojiro’s shirt and prevent him pulling away.

“I’m back,” Kojiro whispers—a promise. His hand finds the back of Kaoru’s head again, fingers teasing amongst the strands but not ruffling of musing, just holding.

It’s a relief, more than Kaoru ever anticipated. He’s been alone, with Kojiro gone, his only friend—the only one he can trust—halfway around the world chasing a dream Kaoru can’t help fulfil.

Kaoru didn’t mind, or didn’t think he minded being alone, but now Kojiro is here, Kaoru can tell he’s hated it, that he’s been lonely, stressed, and anxious and everything that goes along with it.

“You’re back,” Kaoru echoes, clinging so tightly for a few seconds his fingers hurt. When he does step back Kojiro lets him go at once, eyes a little soft at the edges.

“Well come on then,” Kaoru sighs, lying through his teeth when he snaps, “We don’t have all day.”

#sk8 #matchablossom #kojiro x kaoru #myficlets #pre relationship

[daydreamgoddess14]

Everything More Than Anything pt. 1

Sydney Adamu x Carmy Berzatto, R rated in future chapters.

Syd works out what she needs to do to get those stars she's dreaming of. Carmy works out what he needs to do to support her.

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Chapter 1

In case there’s ever any doubt, knocking on your boss/partner’s door at 3am is never a good idea. Especially when you didn’t actually say goodbye until way past midnight. And he drove you home, and you’ve since undone that goodwill by getting up and walking to his apartment in the middle of the night… Syd considered. Sure, she had pepper spray and a swiss army knife, but she knew this would make him mad as hell. Still, she didn’t care. It wasn’t just a spur of the moment decision either. She’d undertaken specific, strategic research… and then she’d also tossed and turned for the best part of three hours until it became crystal clear what she needed to do, and she didn’t want to wait til 7am to have to tell him.

She’d taken food to Marcus. Trying to make amends, bury a hatchet, get back into his good books… whatever it was, she did it via the route she knew best. Through food. She’d taken the most gorgeous tagine over, warmed it for him, and sat while he ate. Still stilted, their conversation didn’t flow as naturally as it usually did. Their silences stretched out into awkwardness rather than comfort. She was almost relieved when he went to check on his mom, leaving her alone in the kitchen and nursing a mountain of couscous. His phone on the counter had rumbled across the surface with a call. LUCA, the screen flashed. She answered it almost on autopilot, “Hey man, how you doin’?” The figure on the phone wasn’t looking to the camera but at what looked like a tray of perfectly identical pastry cases. He did a double take at the sound of her voice.

“Uhhh hi. Marcus is just out of the room, he’ll be back in a sec?”

“You must be Sydney?” He grinned, she could have cursed, another pretty blond boy and their… eyes. Excellent.

“I am, Luca? Nice to meet you, kinda.”

“You too. Kinda. Have you been looking after my good friend Marcus?”

“Well. I’m trying,” his frown matched hers,

“Everything ok?”

“Long story. I’m sure you’ll hear his side of it.” “I already have.”

“Ahh,” 

“He’ll be ok.” He assured her. She suddenly felt a desperate need to change the subject, 

“So you knew baby Carmy, huh?”

“Yeah, we were just scruffy kids. I was scruffier.”

“I find that very hard to believe.” She replied with an arched eyebrow,

“S’true. And I got more deranged the harder I tried to keep up with him.” He laughed. Something fired in Syd’s brain,

“Say more?”

“I was telling Marcus when he was here. I thought I was the shit, y’know? The golden balls. Then, I had a few days trying to keep up with Carmen, and I was in pieces. Spent the rest of my time watching, learning… trying to keep up with him. It made me a good chef, and I got a really good mate out of it as well. Eventually, anyway. Once we’d stopped trying to kill each other.”

“You didn’t get better than him?”

“Nooo, god no. Not better than him. No one is better than him. Except maybe you, from what I’ve heard.” 

“Heard from who?” She asked curiously.

“Marcus, Terry… the man himself.”

“Now I know that’s a lie, he doesn’t answer his phone.” She cackled.

“He does to a select few. The important people in his life.” She thought back to the last few times she’d called Carmy since he’d emerged from the walk-in. Just stupid ‘what about this?’ kind of calls. He’d picked up before the first ring had even completed every time, answered every text. “We all talk, you know? Not all that often, but we keep up. It’s one thing we’ve never lost from our time with Terry. It’s like she honed in on the fact that we both had shit relationships with our parents and made sure we had her instead.”

“She sounds nice. I was really fucking jealous when Richie got to stage for her.”

“Nah, you should catch her for a cuppa - it’s much more fun. No milk, no sugar.” He advised. “So, I also know through the grapevine that you’re chasing stars?” Syd rolled her eyes, making a mental note to kill Marcus. Or Carmy. One of them, at least. 

“He’s such a little gossip!” She grumbled, “I just think it would be nice.”

“It would, you should go for it. And from what I’ve heard, The Bear is capable of getting them. I’m looking forward to a visit - there’s only so many times I can listen to how good you are. Plus it’s been a long time since Carm cooked for me.” Marcus came back through and took in Syd on the phone to Luca,

“Well, you’ll be welcome anytime. Marcus is here, I’ll let you off the hook now. It was good to meet you.”

“You too. Good luck with the stars.” She handed the phone over to Marcus and went back to her couscous, her mind ticking over.

~~~~~

The conversation with Luca had set things in motion in her brain. Three days later, she found herself loitering outside Ever on her way to work. Every day for a week she took the same route until she saw a figure emerge.

“Excuse me?”

“We don’t have any job openings. Check the website.”

“I’m not here for a job. My… friend, Richie, did a week here a few weeks ago? And my business partner, Carmen, knows Chef Terry and -”

“You’re Sydney?” Her jaw dropped,

“Uhh… yeah? I mean, yes, I didn’t mean that as a question,” she stammered, “that is me, I am her.”

“Richie talked about you a lot, and of course I know of Carmen. I’m Garrett.” The young man held out his hand and shook hers. “You coming in? I take it you’re here to see Chef Terry?” He asked, holding the door open on his way back inside. Though taken aback, Syd didn’t hesitate in following him. He gave her a whistle stop tour of the restaurant and kitchens before leaving her with Jess briefly.

“How’s Richie?”

“He’s good. Really good, actually.” “We miss him. Tell him I said hi?”

“Of course. You guys should come for dinner?” Syd invited,

“Oh god, absolutely. Garrett, Syd said we should go to The Bear.”

“We definitely should. Terry can’t see you today, she said she’s sorry, but she’s got a free hour tomorrow morning if you wanted to help her prep?” 

“Yes. Of course, I’ll be here. 6am?”

“Perfect. I’ll meet you outside.” She gave Jess a small wave and continued on to The Bear to start her day. The conversation with Luca and the quick preview of Ever buzzing in her mind, she felt like a bundle of nerves all day.

“Cariño, you good?” Tina asked as Syd’s knife narrowly missed her finger on its way to the onion she was making a poor attempt at chopping.

“Yeah, T. I’m fine.”

“Boy trouble?” She could feel Carmy, Richie and Ebra all raise their eyes as inconspicuously as possible. Thank fuck Marcus was at an appointment with his mother and Fak was under the pot wash sink.

“Fuck no. No time for that, mama.” She smiled down at Tina who was glaring at Ebra.

“Baby, you should make time for that. You’re like… buzzing. You should get laid.”

“Maybe she should keep buzzin’ an’ that’s the answer!” Richie called over,

“Ay, mind your business Richard! I ain’t talking to you right now, I’m trying to make sure this lady is getting what she needs.” Tina pointed at Richie with her knife.

“I’m just sayin’! She don't need a man, right Syd? Just some decent batteries.”

“Richie, shut the fuck up please. Tina, can we not be having this conversation right now?”

“Hey, it’s all good - you have needs, we all have needs. Might help you relax a little, y’know what I’m sayin’? You're very on edge.” Tina clicked her tongue between her teeth with a wicked grin. Syd scooped up her onions and dumped them into the empty container. 

“Behind.” She stuck her tongue out childishly at Tina and moved around her to the walk-in. With the onions on a shelf, she brought her hands up to her flushed cheeks. Eternally grateful her blushes weren’t broadcast to the world, only she could feel how hot her face felt. She fanned herself with her hand and took a minute.

“Behind, Chef.” Carmy stepped into the chiller with a container of mushrooms. “You ok?”

“Yeah, fine. Good to know there’s no escape from the probing mother figure. Poor Louis.” She grimaced at the thought of Tina’s teenage son trying to hide his sex life from her.

“She’s just looking out for you.” 

“I mean, I’m pretty sure then that she wouldn’t be encouraging… the things that she’s encouraging. But whatever. Either way, I still have no time.” Syd mused before realizing that they were still on Tina’s topic of conversation. “Thank fuck no one knows when I’m blushing.” She muttered, hand on the door to leave,

“I do.”

“Sorry?”

“I can tell when you’re embarrassed. You uhh become very interested in your shoes, and you pull your collar.” He explained, reaching out to put her jacket collar back into place. Her hands were fighting to stay away from it. True to form though, her shoes became very interesting indeed. 

“Didn’t know you were some kind of fuckin’ body language expert,” she huffed a laugh and left him in the walk-in.

~~~~~

The following morning, Syd waited outside with three takeout cups. As Garrett pushed the door, she handed him one.

“Coffee, to thank you for this.” “Nothing to thank me for. Come with me.” He raised the cup in salute and guided her down the previous day's familiar corridors.

“Sydney Adamu. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.” A cheerful voice said as she rounded the corner. Garrett had disappeared already.

“Chef Terry, it’s… it’s an honor to meet you.” Syd put the takeout cups down and held out her hand, only to be pulled into a warm hug.

“You too, darling. Grab a sprig, we’re doing rosemary and basil.” She pointed to the bench where there was already a space out for Syd. 

“Thank you. I got you tea - no milk, no sugar.”

“Then it’s perfect. And very kind of you, thank you.” Syd picked up a bunch of rosemary and set about plucking the tiny leaves from the stalks. “I don’t pull them or drag them, I want the leaf to remain perfect.” Terry explained to Syd. “So tell me, how’s my boy doing?”

“Carmy? Well, I don’t know what your baseline is -”

“He was working for me shortly after his mother drove a car into their dining room.”

“Oh,” Syd realized she didn’t know that story, that there was so much she didn’t know. “Pretty low then?” “Pretty low,” Terry smiled.

“He managed to get locked in our walk-in on our soft open night a few weeks ago.”

“An interesting ploy to get out of appearing in front of the diners.” She chuckled. “Hmm. Broke up with his girlfriend while he was in there.”

“Ouch.”

“And since then, touch wood,” Syd brought a hand to her head like her mother had used to do, “he’s been better, I think? Calmer, more present. Like he’s really trying.”

“There’s a very big difference between the way he used to work in New York to the way I know he wants to work.”

“Yeah, we both don’t want that toxic, shouty,”

“Aggressive, demeaning,”

“All of that - we don’t want that, like, at all.” Syd emphasized, “sometimes it feels impossible, but we’re trying.”

“He’s told me about all of you, you know? How much he cares for you all and believes in you.”

“I think he needs to understand how much we want that for him too?” Syd paused with a sprig of Rosemary in her hand. Terry did the same with her knife hovering over a bunch of basil. “I swear he thinks he’s still alone, and he’s trying to keep all the plates spinning and… it’s a lot.”

“I agree.” She said finally. “It’s hard to convince someone they deserve to be loved or that they're not alone.” She said ruefully. “Is that why you’re here?”

“No. Yes? I’m not really sure. Luca suggested I meet you.” Syd shrugged,

“Ahh, my other brilliant young man. That reminds me, I need to call him.”

“He’d heard that I want us to go for stars at The Bear.”

“Well, I can’t advise you on how to get them, exactly.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t expect you to.” Syd assured her, “I guess I want to understand Carmy better? We seem to have this… unspoken language, and I want to build on it, and there’s so much I want to learn from him, but also I want him to learn as well? Sometimes, I feel like I should try and be more patient with him, but then he does stupid stuff that makes me want to kill him.”

“Oh I know that feeling all too well! The best thing you can do is to make your relationship airtight. The stars we earned here were earned together because we listened to each other and learned from each other.” Syd nodded in agreement,

“Exactly. He kept telling me the stars were bullshit, we didn’t need them, and why would I want them. Like I’m the only one who wants them.”

“There’s nothing wrong with ambition, Sydney. In fact, it suits you beautifully.” Syd smiled, bashful under Terry’s praise.

“I want them for both of us. I kind of want them so that I can use them to beat Carmy with for the rest of our lives to say, I dunno, ‘look what we can achieve when we believe in each other’? Because I do, I believe in him.” She said earnestly.

“I can tell.”

“He spoke to everyone I’d worked for in the past to understand why I wanted to work at the Beef.”

“Did he find the answer he was looking for?”

“I don’t know.”

“And what is the answer?”

“I wanted to work with him.” Terry smiled knowingly.

“Yes. He certainly has that effect.” She set down her knife and picked up her tea instead. “Keep doing what you’re doing, Sydney. He’s a total pain in the arse sometimes, but he’s worth the work.”

“Oh he is absolutely the biggest pain in my ass. Even more than Richie most of the time.” Terry laughed,

“You seem to have a good handle on them. Here, come and see this before I have to go,” she took Syd’s arm and led her down a walkway between the kitchen areas to a photograph on the wall of Carmy and Luca. “My lost boys. I am immensely proud of them.” She said fondly.

“He’s worth the work.” Syd said firmly, mostly to herself.

“He is. And so are you. I cannot wait to try your food. He tells me you’re the best he’s ever seen.” Syd scoffed,

“Oh, be serious right now.”

“I am, darling. I promise. He believes in you. I don’t think those stars are too far out of reach.” She patted Syd’s arm. “Now, I have to get back to work. Thank you for the tea. I hope you got what you needed from our time together?”

“I think I did, thank you, Chef Terry. Thank you for making time for me.”

“I would say anytime, but we both know that’s impossible in this profession. I’ll just say don’t be a stranger instead.”

“You too. He’d love to see you at The Bear, we both would.” As if by magic, Garrett appeared at the end of the corridor. Terry hugged Syd once more and disappeared around the corner. 

“Nice morning?”

“Why does it feel like I just met the Wizard of Oz? Or, like, Willy Wonka? How is she so cool and mysterious?” He smiled as he showed her out, 

“She’s Terry. She’s the best and she likes looking after the people she cares about. It was great to meet you, Syd. We’ll see you again soon.” He closed the door, leaving the building looking like an impenetrable fortress.

~~~~~

She rattled through another day at The Bear on edge, trying to decipher the things she’d learned over the course of the last couple of weeks. On the third attempt of placing a tiny flower onto a starter plate, she threw her tweezers with a groan of frustration.

"Ugggh, fuck me!"

“Breathe mija, breathe.” Tina set a hand on her arm. Syd nodded and stepped back while Tina gently dropped the flower into place. 

“Hands please.” Syd called out once the plate was completed, throwing a grateful look to her Sous.

“Try tellin’ me you don’t need an earth shakin’, mind blowing -”

“Tina, I beg you, do not finish that sentence.” Syd dragged her collar away from her neck, 

“Works wonders for your concentration.” The older woman wiggled her eyebrows.

“Please. Stop.” Syd hissed as Tina moved onto her next task. With a heavy sigh, she locked eyes with Carmy on the expo as he tried to hide a smile behind his hand. “Don’t you fucking start.” She warned.

And now here she was at 3am on Carmy’s doorstep. Another night owl had let her into the main building as they headed out for a run so she’d tiptoed up five flights of stairs and knocked loudly enough to wake him but not so loud it was disruptive to anyone else. The door flung open before she’d dropped her hand and he was pulling on a jacket,

“Woah, fuck -”

“Are you… are you going out? At 3am?”

“I was coming to see you. Wait, how’d you get here?” “Walked?”

“At 3am?” He pulled her into the apartment by her elbow. “Anything could have happened to you?”

“Why were you coming to see me?” She asked defiantly. “Why were you coming to see me?” He replied, avoiding the question completely.

“I need you,” she pleaded. His eyebrows shot up to his hairline,

“Is this… is this about what Tina was saying?” He asked quietly.

“What? No! Oh my god, Carmen! Is that why you think I’m here right now?”

“It’s 3am, Syd. It’s a pretty reasonable guess?”

“No, it is not a reasonable guess! There is… there is nothing reasonable about that guess!” Syd looked mortified.

“Well, look. Okay, thanks for that - thanks a lot -”

“Wait, I didn’t mean that it would be, like, horrible or anything! I didn’t say that, I’m sure it would be great…” She wrung her hands and sighed, trailing off into embarrassment. “Let me start over?” He nodded. 

“Good idea.”

“Hi, sorry to disturb you at 3am. I had an epiphany, and I needed your help.”

“I was up anyway. What can I do?”

"I know what I need to do for us to get those stars," she held her hands up as he started to protest, "I know, we don't need them, they're bullshit, blah blah blah."

"Blah blah blah?"

"I know what you're going to say, Carm. I know you think they're worthless"

"You know a lot, huh?" He said with a smile. 

"More than you give me credit for." She retorted. 

"Syd -"

"Carm. Please. I don't want it for me, I want it for us. I want it because we deserve it and we worked for it."

"What's your epiphany?"

"I need to care about everything, more than anything,” He arched an eyebrow,

“Well… yeah, I distinctly remember telling you that already?”

“I need to learn from you. Like, not just learn, I need to do what Luca did. Get better just by being near you." Both of his hands threaded through his hair and came to rest behind his head. She felt her stomach swoop. “I need to shadow you or something -”

"You are better. You don't need me, Syd."

"I do. I really do. I want you to help me make sure that we do this right. I get you've done the whole suffering for your art thing, but I want us and our team to thrive, not suffer." He fell quiet and watched her closely. "I don't want us to go through the same shit we went through before. We do this right and learn from each other and that is how we care about it more than anything else - by caring for everyone in it." He nodded. 

"Family style. A good, supportive family."

"Yes!” She beamed, “Yes, exactly.”

“OK.”

“And I'm gonna pretty much live in your pocket and you're gonna get so sick of me spending every fucking waking hour with you -"

"I said OK. And I won't get sick of you. Fuck, move in if that's what it takes." 

"Seriously?"

"We will do whatever it takes and we'll do it together. But I swear to god, Syd, while you're watching for fucking stars I'm gonna be watching you. Y'hear me? The second you're not eating or sleeping, I'm gonna be on your ass and we stop. And it takes as long as it takes. It’s not a goddamn race."

"Fine, yes. I'm in."

"It's not gonna be easy?" He warned. "Gets harder every year."

"Good. I know we can do it." He dropped his arms to his sides with a shrug. 

"Ok. Where'dya want to start?"

~~~~~

Phew! This is probably the longest I've gone without posting anything since the early summer! 😅 I couldn't hold off any longer. Fandom seems so quiet at the moment with shows finishing and others on a break... Just trying to keep us all busy and content until we have news!

Let me know what you think, would love so much to hear from you! 💜

#the bear fx #sydcarmy #sydcarmy fic #sydcarmy fanfic #syd x carmy #carmy x syd #carmy x sydney #carmen x sydney #sydney adamu #syd adamu #syd x carmen #sydney x carmy #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto

[currentlyfckingurmom]

Human: Rewritten

Chapter 3

A/N: if this seems familiar, it’s bc i based my fic “Undercover” off of this scene😂

It had been six days since Romanoff got shot. The doctor was finally letting her return to her own room after a great deal of persuasion on the Black Widow’s part. Romanoff had asked Eight to wheel her to her room, since she was wheelchair-bound for the next week. Eight agreed immediately because, while she hadn’t known Romanoff that long, she could tell the redhead wasn’t exactly the type to ask for help. So, that morning Eight got up at 4:30 as usual, spent way too much time in the SHIELD gym, took a shower, got dressed, and made her way toward medbay. She didn’t eat breakfast because Romanoff had been cooped up in a hospital bed all week and Eight planned on taking her to the local diner.

As Eight was walking down the unusually crowded hall toward the elevator, she brushed arms with a bald SHIELD agent who looked way too much like him. The man who haunted Eight’s nightmares, the one thing she could never get over, and the only person she’d ever been truly afraid of. The logical part of her brain knew that it wasn’t him and she was perfectly safe, but the majority of her brain had already launched itself into a blinding panic. The voices that had previously filled the hallway now sounded muffled, almost as if they were underwater. She turned around and rushed back to hee room as fast as she could without raising suspicion. She stumbled her way into the bathroom as the flashbacks threatened to overtake her . She stepped into the shower fully clothed and turned on the ice cold water.

“.....shut your mouth, Experiment….”

“.....you are nothing more than a puppet…..”

“...scream all you want…nobody cares about you”

The freezing water almost felt like bullets raining down on her, but it did the trick and pulled her out of the memories. She stood there for a minute and calmed her breathing, but then sobs wracked her body and she didn’t care enough to get out of the shower or even turn the handle to warm up the water. Eventually, the tears subsided and she got out of the tub. Her body was on autopilot as she changed, dried off, and hung her clothes over the shower rod to dry. When she snapped back to reality, she realized she was supposed to pick Romanoff up from medbay. She quickly made her way down to medbay, keeping her head down this time. When she got there, the room was empty and a blonde nurse was stripping the sheets from the bed. “Excuse me, where is Agent Romanoff?”

“Miss Romanoff was discharged. She left about twenty minutes ago.” Eight cursed under her breath but thanked the nurse anyway. She didn’t know what to do, so she hastily started toward Romanoff’s living quarters. When Eight arrived at the door, she briefly hesitated before knocking. She heard some shuffling from the other side before the door swung open. The agent’s expression remained neutral and most people wouldn’t see it, but Eight could tell that she was utterly pissed. “Um...hey.” Eight almost grimaced at the guilt lacing her voice.

“Did you forget? Or did you just not wanna help me?” There was a fire in her voice, but underneath that was a sense of insecurity that Eight knew she wasn’t meant to pick up on.

“No...no I didn’t forget. And I did want to help you to your room, I just had to deal with a...thing.” Even Eight didn’t believe the words that were coming out of her mouth.

“A thing, huh? What is that supposed to mean?” She had a smirk on her face but there was no doubt in Eight’s mind that she had hurt her feelings. They had spent every day together that past week, and Eight didn’t entirely know what qualifies as being friends, but she’d liked to think that’s what they were.

“I…”

“It’s fine. You don’t have to tell me. It’s not like you missed our anniversary.” With that she wheeled herself into her quarters and gestured for Eight to follow. She went to the living room and hobbled from the wheelchair to the couch. Eight wasn’t sure what was happening so she stood in between the living area and the kitchen. Romanoff turned around on the couch and laughed at Eight’s uncertainty. “Come sit down. We’re gonna watch a movie, assuming you aren’t doing anything.”

Eight let out a small ‘ah’ and joined her on the couch.

About half an hour into the movie, Eight’s mind was spinning with thoughts. She wanted to tell Romanoff why she hadn’t picked her up, but didn’t know if she should. She felt eyes burning a hole in the side of her head and realized that the movie was paused. She gave Romanoff a questioning look and the agent raised her eyebrow. “You haven’t been paying attention this whole time. You probably couldn’t even tell me the main character’s name.”

Eight looked into her captivating green eyes, silently debating how much she should tell her. Before she could process what she was saying, words were pouring out of Eight’s mouth. “I had a panic attack earlier. That’s why I didn’t pick you up from the medbay. I was on my way to you when it hit me and I had to go back to my room.” When she didn’t say anything, Eight kept talking. “There was a guy一an agent. He looked like someone from my past. I ran into him in the hall and I was taken back...there.” The flood gates were open now and Eight didn’t even think about what she was saying until she had already said it. “Where I was held, where I was raised, there was a guard. I don’t know how old I was the first time it happened but I was fairly young; six or seven, maybe.” Her body visibly stiffened when she realized what Eight was trying to say. “He would come into my cell whenever he wanted to. He said that I was just their weapon, an object. That I had no worth and I wasn’t even a person so there was no point in trying to tell anyone. He said if I told them he would kill me. Honestly I don’t know why he bothered threatening me, I don’t think they would’ve cared if they knew what he was doing一most of them anyway. I just一I saw that guy earlier and it all came back to me and I couldn’t breathe. I was drowning. It took me a while to get over it. I’m sorry.”

By now, Eight’s voice was shaking and her breath was coming in shallow pants, but it almost felt good to talk about it. For the first time in her life, she had shared a piece of her past with someone.

“Доро��ой, I am so sorry that happened to you. None of those things he said are true, okay? And I’m not mad at you for not picking me up so don’t apologize. I know we haven’t known each other that long but I’m here for you if you ever need anything, okay?” Eight nodded. “Do you wanna keep watching the movie?” Eight only nodded again, too focused on the stupid tears threatening to escape. Romanoff’s gaze returned to the screen and Eight used the opportunity to wipe away a few traitorous tears.

A Few Hours Later:

“I don’t know how to order Thai food, Red! I’ve only ordered food like twice in my life, why can’t you do it?!”

“Oh my god, fine! Give me the phone, dumbass.”

Eight smiled sweetly at Romanoff and handed her the phone, blowing her a kiss in the process. She quickly placed the order for delivery and gave Eight a pointed look.

For the next thirty minutes, the two talked about their favorite weapons. “For close combat, it’s gotta be my swords. But I love my Barrett M82, too.”

The conversation was cut short by a knock on the door. Eight rose from the couch and opened the door to find an assistant with the food. “Thank you.” Eight closed the door and waltzed back over to the couch. “Damn, maybe I should become an Avenger just so I can get my food hand-delivered.”

Romanoff snorted in response and said, “Maybe you should.”

Later That Night:

A high-pitched shrill yanked Eight from her sleep. She barely registered a weighted warmth on top of her before it left. The ringing stopped and she heard Romanoff speak a raspy ‘hello’ into the phone. Eight peered over the back of the couch to look at the clock on the oven一 1:28am. She moved into a sitting position to keep herself awake. Eight tried not to dwell on how easily she had fallen asleep, or the fact that she had been cuddling Romanoff. The phone call ended and the agent laid back on the couch next to Eight.

“What was that about?” Eight asked.

“Fury wanted to know where you went. He thought you got lost or something.” Eight snorted loudly at that and slapped a hand over her mouth to stop her laughter, which did nothing but make Romanoff crack up.

After their laughter died down Eight said, “I usually have trouble sleeping, you know? That was the best I’ve slept in ages.”

Romanoff turned her head to look at Eight with the softest look in her eyes. Eight’s stomach turned with an odd fluttering sensation.

Uncomfortable with the intimacy of the moment, Eight said “I guess this must be a pretty comfortable couch. You know maybe I would’ve slept even longer if there wasn’t a sack of potatoes on top of me.”

She threw a pillow at Eight’s head in response.

Three Months Later:

Romanoff was now fully healed and cleared for missions. She had been on strictly light duty for the past three months and was growing restless.

Eight had been in a probationary period to ensure she was ready to be a high-ranking agent. She had been on countless small missions as part of a basic Delta team, as well as a few solo missions.

She had just gotten out of the shower and was grabbing some food from the kitchenette. It was a chilly morning, but the sun was shining and the smell of autumn was wafting through the open windows. She dug the Cheerios out of the cupboard and was opening the mini fridge to grab the milk when there was a knock at the door. She walked to the door and peered through the peephole before swinging it open. “What can I do for you, Red?”

“I hope you aren’t doing anything important because Fury wants to see us.”

“Personally, I think that my Cheerios are very important.” Romanoff gave her a pointed look. “Come in then and I’ll get changed so we can go.”

The two agents walked into Fury’s office about fifteen minutes later.

“How are you this fine morning, Nicky?”

He just sighed and motioned for them to take a seat in front of his desk.

“You two have a mission.” He slid them a file. “It’s fragile and we won’t be able to send in backup, so it’s just going to be the two of you.”

Romanoff’s face was all business when she asked “Is it HYDRA?”

“Yes. The mission will be in two parts. First, the two of you will infiltrate a party at Club Blackout. There’s a weapons deal going down, and you two are going to use it as an opportunity to find out where HYDRA is shipping its weapons. After you retrieve the location, you will find the base and do basic recon. This is a no contact mission. Any questions?” Both women said no and he continued, “Good. Study the files and rest up. Your flight leaves tomorrow morning at 5:30. You’re dismissed.”

Later that night, they were in Eight’s quarters going over the mission file. They were working in silence before Romanoff spoke up. “Why haven’t you decorated your living quarters? You’ve been living here for months now.”

“I don’t know. I’ve never stayed in one place for more than a couple months so I never decorate. It’s just a habit, I guess.”

“Well I’m not letting you leave anytime soon, so you and I are going shopping after this mission. This place is bland as fuck.”

“Deal,” Eight said with a curt nod and a smile.

“Now let’s get to bed so we’re ready to kick some HYDRA ass.” Their eyes met and warmth spread through Eight’s chest, and despite having experienced it so many times in the last few months, she didn’t quite know what it was.

Club Blackout, Miami, Florida; Two Days Later:

The agents decided to enter the club separately so they could cover more ground. Eight’s cover was a local college student out having a good time after finals, and Romanoff’s was a rich businesswoman visiting the club to unwind. Eight was wearing a black suit, black undershirt with too many buttons undone, and red bottom dress shoes. (Romanoff had asked where the expensive shoes had come from and Eight replied ‘they came with the jet.’)

They had comms devices, but hadn’t spoken yet. Eight was standing at the bar when she caught sight of the familiar redhead. She was wearing a short, tight red dress that left little to the imagination. Her sultry voice came through Eight’s earpiece, “You might wanna close your mouth before you swallow a fly, hotshot.”

Eight quickly did as she was told and looked away. “Have you seen anything, Red?”

“No, nothing yet. They aren’t going to do the deal in plain sight. It’ll probably go down in one of the VIP rooms out back.”

“Come over here and flirt with me,” Eight said after a moment of thinking.

“What?”

“You heard me, Red.” She slightly shook her head, but she made her way over to the bar with an extra sway of her hips.

She slid onto the barstool next to Eight and said, “What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a dump like this?”

After an hour of flirting, drinking, and looking for targets, they agreed to head out back to find the dealers. They were walking down the neon-lit hallway looking for the right room. Eight peered around a corner and saw a locked door being guarded by two large men. She could see the slight gleam of a gun in one of the guard’s waistbands. There was no way to get past them without exposing themselves, so she had to come up with a Plan B.

There was a storage closet that seemed to share a wall with the room where the deal was taking place. Eight nodded toward it and Romanoff followed her in. They quietly drilled a small hole and fed a wire through to listen in on the conversation.

After some time, they got the location; the weapons were being shipped to a small HYDRA facility in the Everglades. They packed up their gear and got ready to leave.

The women were making their way down the hallway toward the exit when they heard footsteps and voices coming toward us. Eight recognized the voices as the HYDRA representatives who negotiated the deal. She looked around and realized there were no doors or anywhere to hide. If seen in this restricted area, it would raise suspicions and blow their cover. Eight met Romanoff’s steely eyes and said, “I have a plan, but I need you to trust me and just go with it.”

“What is that supposed to m-” Her question got cut off when the agents stepped into view. In one fluid motion, she pushed Romanoff’s back into the wall and pulled their lips to meet in a searing kiss. Hands went to hair and roamed forbidden places. Eight slipped her tongue into Romanoff’s mouth and the redhead brought her leg up to rest on Eight’s hip. Eight’s senses were overloaded with Natasha’s tongue, hands, and moans. She pulled Eight even tighter against her by the waistband of Eight’s pants. Eight’s hand moved to Romanoff’s thigh that was wrapped around her hip. Eight barely registered the fading footsteps, signaling that the agents were gone. She reluctantly dropped Romanoff’s leg and stepped back. The redhead looked like the product of a daydream with her tousled hair, swollen lips, and lust-blown pupils.

After a beat of silence Eight said, “Sorry, uh, I just thought that clubgoers typically sneak off to private areas so they can—you know. It was a good way to hide both of our faces and I figured they’d get out of here faster ‘cause public displays of affection-”

“-make people very uncomfortable. Yeah, I know. Not bad thinking,” she said.

Eight did nothing but nod because her brain was too caught up in the feel of plump lips and the taste of a smooth tongue to form a coherent response.

“Come on, let’s get out of here before we blow our cover.”

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[cuntypyramidhead]

UGH I literally love Michael and after reading your yandere hcs for him I'm like, dead (//∇//). When you have the time could you write a one shot based around your hcs? Maybe reader starts warming up to his touch or Michael has just had a rough day and starts cuddling reader regardless of wether they like it or not? Tysm!!

Yandere Michael Afton Oneshot - Bad day at work

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Oof, sorry for taking so long to do this. I hope you'll enjoy it :)

>3k words

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TW: Assault, yandere behaviours, mention of abuse.

Michael always missed you while he was at work, he missed your company, your attention. Even if it was a few sentences filled with curse words, you screaming at how much you hated him. It was a start, and he knew eventually you’ll calm down. Stockholm syndrome would kick in eventually, and then the both of you could finally live happily. He knew it was wrong, but the idea of having you all to himself was like a dream. One which became reality.

He heard the ding of a notification, which pulled him out of his train of thoughts. He glanced around, remembering what he was supposed to be doing. He was stuck in his office, all alone, the chattering of others in the next room bothering him. He hated his job so much, that the people he, unfortunately, was forced to work with were driving him mad. They all blabbered on about random, useless things that didn’t interest him. It was a shame that he couldn’t stay with you all the time, you were one of the few things that didn’t bore him. He missed your warmth, the comfort you unintentionally provided. All he ever thought of was you, he could barely pay attention to anything else around him. Whenever his coworkers came by he had to plaster on a fake smile, with a cheery demeanour which wasn’t him at all. Sometimes it felt as if he were on autopilot, it was like he wasn’t really alive, just watching someone else's life.

They all were so similar, same response, same personality…

They all reminded him of his father, they repulsed him. That man really did love to change others. He was like a disease, influencing everyone around him. The animatronics were everywhere, plushies, advertisements, fucking posters. It’s like wherever he went, that hell followed him. Taunting him, mocking him about what happened all those years ago-

He remembered every detail, down to the shirt his brother wore, the blood which spurted all over the animatronic and himself. He saw parts of his brother he wasn’t meant to see. The sickening metallic smell has lingered for years, he can never seem to wash it out of his clothes or off his skin. His breathing became rigid, he picked the pencil up and moved it between his fingers, flicking up and down. He needed to move, he wanted to scream, but he bit his tongue. He couldn’t risk shattering the image which took so long to build. The sounds of everyone talking, the ringing sound in his ears getting louder, almost excruciating. He wanted them to all just fucking leave so he could breathe, it felt as if everything was closing in on him. He heard everything all at once, to some cars alarm going off, a coworkers pencil dropping onto the desk, even someone just sighing. He felt as if he was about to be pushed over the edge.

As soon as the clock hand hit 3, he instantly got up from his seat, grabbing his stuff and throwing into his bag. After making sure he didn’t forget anything, he calmed himself down, reassuring himself that he just has to do one more thing. He went over to his coworkers, plastered a smile onto his face and said goodbye. They tried to make small talk, asking what his plans were and other things they truly weren’t interested in, but felt the need to discuss. He told them he was unfortunately in a hurry, that he had some important business to attend to. It wasn’t really a lie, as he was waiting to see you, however they didn’t need to know that. They fell for it easily, just like they always do. They gave him small smiles, saying they’d see him tomorrow.

He hurriedly left the office building, not caring if people looked at him funny. After all, there’s many excuses he could spew out later on if he needed to do so. The parking lot was filled with cars, yet very few people littered the parking lot. He was thankful, the last thing he needed was a coworker to walk up to him, blabber on about how their wife was being annoying or feigning interest in his own life. He grabbed his keys from his pockets and unlocked his car, throwing his stuff inside. He sighed in annoyance as he realised everything tipped out, spilling all over the back of the car. He slammed the door, throwing his hands in the air with defeat while muttering a few cuss words. He went into the front seat and started the car. He gritted his teeth, clenched his hands, digging his nails into his palms. Taking a deep breath, he told himself that he will get to see you soon. One day he’d be able to quite his shit job and finally be able to leave everything behind him. On the drive home, he wondered what you were doing. He brought a lot of gifts home the other day, so he hoped you were enjoying them. He spent a lot of his money on them, and he made sure they were things you’d like. Hopefully one day you’d love him the way he did you. Regardless of how long it’d take, he’d do everything to finally get you to feel the same.

After a few minutes, he pulled into the driveway and stopped the car. He hurriedly got out, grabbing his bag and then locking it. He felt his heart racing from excitement as he went inside, basically running down the hall to the bedroom. He felt a little guilty for leaving you locked up in that room, but he couldn’t risk you escaping. He kept telling himself it was for the better, that other people would try to take you away from him otherwise.

He picked another set of keys from his pocket, one custom made specifically for this lock. This one, in particular, would be incredibly difficult to break into, he made sure while making it that it could only be opened by specific tools or the key he had on him nearly at all times. All of the things he did were thoroughly thought over, he went over many possibilities, making sure all things which could get in between the both of you would be eliminated. He’s done many things that others would find horrifying, but it didn’t matter, none of their opinions did to him besides yours. Although he hated thinking of his father, that man did teach him many things that were now of use to him.

He shoved it into the lock, turned it, then pushed the door open. He saw you laying on the bed, cuddling one of the pillows. You were sleeping peacefully, it was good the cuffs which bound your wrists together weren’t affecting you too much. He tried to make them as comfortable as he could while still making it so you couldn’t just wiggle your way out of them. He sighed in relief, knowing that you were perfectly safe and okay. Everything he’s done worked, he finally wouldn’t have to stress as much over things failing.

He quietly closed the door behind him, glancing around the room. Everything was the same as when he left, nothing was broken by one of yours attempts of escaping. He went over to the bed and sat down, taking his work boots off, placing them onto the floorboards. He slipped under the sheets, wrapping his arms around you gently. You slightly stirred, your eyes slowly fluttered open. A yawn escaped from you, confused and dazed from being woken from your deep sleep.

“Oh honey, I missed you so much…” Michael said, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear. His touch lingered on your face, the sensation felt so intimate, that it made your stomach flip. You were still tired, you just wanted to be left alone. He always had to bother you in some way. But you didn't say anything, he knew how you felt and wouldn't stop. He was selfish and didn’t care about whether you wanted it or not.

His face soured, of course, you still didn't like his affection. Why couldn’t he just have this one thing in his life? He gritted his teeth, “Fine, would it make you happier if I removed the cuffs?”

You nodded your head, to which he then grabbed your hands roughly, shoving the key into the cuffs lock. The cuffs opened up, falling off your wrists. “Thanks.” You mumbled out, crossing your arms, finally being able to move a bit more freely.

He hated seeing you so miserable, and he knew you missed your old life. It would be difficult for something so drastic to happen in such a short period of time. But, he also hoped that after a couple months this place would be like your new home. But, unfortunately that wasn’t the case. So, he decided to take you out to the lounge room. You were a bit reluctant, but knew you didn’t have a choice. The both of you plopped down onto the couch, him pulling you close to him, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He picked up the remote and turned on the TV.

“Do you want to watch something or play some games?” He asked, silently hoping you’d pick video games.

You thought for a few moments then shrugged, “I don’t really mind.”

An excited smile formed onto his face, “Video games it is.”

He said as he stood back up, then went over to the shelf and flipped through the multiple DVDs. After a few minutes he found which he felt like playing, then put it into the console. You watched mildly curious, you hoped it was something that would be at least somewhat interesting. He grabbed the controls and passed one to you. He gave you a cocky smile, trying to rile you up. “You know, I bet I can beat you within seconds. But, I’ll go easy on you, maybe one day you’ll be good enough to surpass me.”

You gave him an annoyed look, then rolled your eyes. You turned the controller on, then waited for the game to load in. Once it did, you realised that this is one of the games you played a long time ago. You don’t remember too much, but it was one you spent nearly all day everyday playing. You pushed away the current situation you were in, pretending that this was like those days you used to play with your friends.

The both of you picked the characters you wanted to play as, then loaded into the world. You smirked at him, all the memories flooding back in. You remembered tons of tricks and ways you could fool him. You pretended he had the upper hand, and feigned disappointment. You found it oddly sweet as he tried to teach you things, he really could be nice at times. As multiple rounds passed, you decided to fight much harder, your streak of winning exceeding his by a landslide. At one point you jokingly poked fun at him, asking if he still thought he was the best.

Eventually, Michael checked the time and realised that the both of you haven’t ate dinner yet, so he decided that the two of you should have a break. You groaned a bit, sad that the fun had to end. But you begrudgingly followed him to the kitchen, asking him what the both of you should cook. He was always a little reluctant when it came to allowing you to cook, but knew you deserved some sort of normalcy and control. He decided that the both of you would cook something simple; burgers.

You chopped and pealed the vegetables while he cooked the meat. He was always fussy when it came to that, he had to do it a certain way to keep in the flavour and whatever else. You never really paid attention when he rambled on about cooking, it got a little bit too complicated for you.

Once it was finished, the both of you sat down at the dining table. You took a bite, surprised at how good it was. You complimented his cooking, saying that he did really well. His eyes lighted up, surprised at how friendly you were being. He said you did good too, that the both of you make a good team. In a way, you agreed. It was nice spending time with him. Though, there’s a question that’s been on your mind for a while…. But you’ve always been too afraid to ask.

“Hey, Michael, I know you hate it when I try and ask things like this. But, I just want to know, why are you so desperate to keep me here? I just don’t understand when we could’ve been together living a normal life, meeting each other’s families, hanging out with friends…” You asked sheepishly, starting at the plate in front of you. You wanted to look at him, to at least have some sort of clue to what he was thinking. But you were too nervous, so you waited for him to finally respond.

“Y/n, I… I really, really, don’t want to talk about this.” He replied, his voice taking a slightly darker tone. “It’s better to not worry about what things could’ve been, it’s quite draining.” He stood up, pushed his chair in and went into the kitchen. You trailed behind him, “But it doesn’t make sense, this would’ve been better for the both of us, we could still live that normal life together.”

He dropped the plate into the sink, turning the tap. “To say in the most simplest way, honey, I have no family or friends. We would’ve never been given the chance to live a normal life together, this is the most easiest of ways I would’ve had you with me forever. No one can take you from me….” His voice had a slightly unhinged edge to it. He was painfully still, he didn’t move a muscle. You went over to him, placing a hand onto his shoulder. “W-what do you mean by that?”

He turned around scarily fast, gripping both of your arms. His expression was unnerving, your heart dropped to your feet. His eyes were wide, a large grin reaching to his cheeks. “Oh honey, you have no idea what I’ve seen, how toxic my family was… If I left you out there in the world, you would’ve been torn to shreds by the monsters who roam it. I know first hand what they’re like, I’ve seen them right before me; the man who raised me.” You tried to escape his grasp, but his grip around your arms tightened, you just knew it was going to bruise.

He chuckled darkly, his tone painfully high pitched, “I know exactly what people can do, and I can’t stand the thought of the happening to you. I know it’s not right, I know it’s unlikely, but… I. Don’t. Care. Do you understand?” Before you could answer, he continued. “I’ve seen things people should never see, I nearly lost my shit at work today, do you seriously think I can hold on much longer? You’re the only thing keeping me sane, I need you, I need you so bad I’d rather die than see you leave. Going to work is stressful, I feel so isolated, alone. The thought of you waiting here at home helps me get through it…” You stood there, staring into deep brown eyes. You didn’t know what to say, what was one supposed to even do in this situation? You never expected him to feel such a way about you.

“M-Michael this is not normal, or healthy-” As you uttered those words, he dug his nails deep into you arms. You yelped and pleaded for him to stop. He either didn't hear you or didn't care. “I thought I made it clear, honey, that doesn’t matter to me. Do you really think a therapist can just throw in a few kind words and fix my fucking dead brother?! Do you think he’d be able to go back in time and stop all the death my father brought along with him? I’m the son of the devil himself, can you even comprehend how fucked up a man can be?” He hissed, “I don’t want you to ever mention this to me again, understood?” He was shaking, and so were you. His was from anger, yours was from fear. You don’t think you’ve ever felt this sort of panic before, the type where you knew if you did one thing wrong, you’d suffer in ways you didn’t want to think of.

You nodded your head, and to this, his grip lightened. He pulled you against his chest, rubbing the back of your head affectionately. You heard him take a deep breath, a sigh escaping from him. After a few moments, he decided to speak. “I’ll do the dishes later, do you feel up to playing some video games again? Or would you rather rest?” He asked calmly, stepping back.

You stuttered, “U-um I think I’ll just go rest for a bit. I’m not feeling well at the moment.”

He nodded, taking you back to the bedroom. He shut the door behind him and guided you towards the bed. You slipped under the sheets, and he did the same. You looked at him, trying to figure out what was going through his mind. He wrapped an arm around you and gave you a small smile. “If you aren’t feeling much better in the morning, I can take a day off if you want. I don’t mind at all.”

You shook your head, “I think I’m just a bit tired, that’s all. I’ll be fine, don’t worry.” You brushed off his concern, hoping he’d leave tomorrow. You don’t want a repeat of today.

“I need a break from work anyway, maybe we can spend more time together. I think it’d be nice actually, I’ll message my boss now.” He said while picking up his phone.

You weren't sure how to feel, a whole day with Michael.

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[sullina]

Do you think Mel's hearing is sensitive and painful, I mean Meliodas is a demon not only that he is also a Prince and the most powerful demon of all he can hear 50x better than a human and a regular demon.

He can hear heartbeats and people's breathing from a mile away and the part when I said that it will be sensitive and painful is that imagine by stouting amd explosion Mel feels like his eardrum are going to explode because of it.

I'm 100% positive that things that are just kinda loud to humans are pretty painful for Meliodas. Hell, even most demons didn't have hearing as sensitive as his. It took some training just to listen to other demons speak normally without flinching, and the moment he learned to somewhat control his magic, he intentionally made his hearing less sensitive, especially in crowded places.

The other commandments were conscious of the princes issues thanks to old Gowther recognizing what was up with him. He also gave him earplugs that could drown out most of the volume. They were a huge relief for Meliodas, because even though he could handle this problem with his magic, it was also draining him constantly.

It proved an advantage on the battlefield though. He was mainly focused on, ya know, not dying and the many attacks usually directed towards him. In that chaotic environment, he could filter out unimportant sounds and important sounds, easily making him one of if not the best warrior in the entire clan (though of course there were many other factors in that, too).

Fast forward to Stigma though. He still had the earplugs that Gowther senior gave him. But even with them, the Fairy Kings Forest was much noisier than the demon realm. Leaves rustling and the other races whispering amongst themselves (mainly about him) still reached his ears, no matter how tightly he pressed the pillow that Elizabeth gave him against his ears. The whispering he could avoid by going as far away from the center as possible, where no one would even think to look for him, and make his little nest high among the tree tops. The rusting leaves though, he had to get used to, as well as any stray insect making a sound he had never heard before.

After the futile battle against the gods, Meliodas' earplugs were utterly destroyed. Back to using his own magic it was, but this time it was much more difficult because there were still many magic-proficient people around, and if they sensed even a sliver of demonic magic, Meliodas would be found out immediately. Aside from that, anytime Elizabeth died, her screams would have made him curl up on the floor if it weren't for his body moving on autopilot to get to her right away.

As the years, decades and centuries eventually turned into millenia, Meliodas more or less learned to live in this world that was too loud for him. And many the magic proficiency went way down as well, so with a bit of practice, he was able to use his magic again to cope without anyone feeling it. And if they did, he could stop right away, leaving them to think it was just an illusion or something.

It was fine for many years. Working as a mercenary and sword for hire, he could be alone and far away for the bulk of the time, and the few hours he had to spend in bustling places were bearable.

That changed when he got to Danafor. It was a huge and successful kingdom, with many MANY people living in it. Originally he lived as a simple guard in a town in the middle of nowhere with maybe 50 people in it. He did his work, kept his head down, and made sure no one particularly noticed him, ESPECIALLY no one from the higher ranks.

Unfortunately, that didn’t work forever.

He strolled through the nearby woods for some peace and quiet (thanks to his magic and no one being around) when he heard muffled screams nearby. Travellers were being attacked by monsters. Quite unusual around here. Long story short, he saved them from their certain doom and the travellers turned out to be Danafors current grandmaster, who was more than impressed by Meliodas’ feat of strength and wanted him transferred to the capital.

Meliodas declined of course, but he didn’t really have any friends or family in the village to justify staying. Everyone knew him because it was so small, but there was no one he could really call a friend. They actually avoided him for some reason, though he wasn’t sure exactly why. He knew that everyone thought he was an orphan or something, and he didn’t blame them. It was a natural assumption to make when you see a (supposedly) young person living on their own and never mentioning family. His superior didn’t help either, because he saw it as a great opportunity for Meliodas to ‘make it big’, stressing how he always saw great potential in him.

And so, unable to say no without drawing attention, Meliodas transferred to the capital of the kingdom.

He could hear it from far away and already didn’t look forward to going there. It would be loud and always full of people. When the grandmaster and Meliodas made their way to the castle, the demon had to resist curling up on the ground and covering his ears from all the people celebrating their grandmasters return. Through all the noise and pain he picked up that the grandmaster had apparently vanquished a monster that had been terrorizing villages. Meliodas was unsure if that was the monster that he had to save the grandmaster from.

The first night, Meliodas barely slept a wink. He didn’t want to risk using his magic here where many people were proficient in magic. If they found out he was a demon, they would probably execute him. And even with his curse, Meliodas really wanted to avoid dying. So he buried his head under his pillow and tried to relax until the sun came up.

The next day, he was to be evaluated. Even with the grandmasters recommendation, he still had to pass the holy knights exam. “It’s mostly just a formality” is what the grandmaster had said. “I’m sure you’ll pass with flying colors!” Meliodas would have appreciated the encouragement more if it wasn’t for a position in the capital, but thanked the man none the less.

And of course, Meliodas passed.

Of course, he wasn’t the only one. Many holy knights passed and some failed. The successful ones were celebrated, while the ones who weren’t were encouraged to keep working hard. I’ll tell you though, some of the failed knights were pretty miffed that a mere child passed an exam that they failed. And so were some of the other holy knights, a few here and there in the ranks. Meliodas could tell the second he arrived to the celebration that not everyone was well-disposed to him. He didn’t think much of it though. And so, Meliodas mingled a bit before sitting down in one of the less crowded corners, hoping to be able to slip away sooner rather than later.

While trying to keep his sanity over the noise though, he failed to notice someone sneaking up behind him. And when he heard a loud and sudden yell from behind him, he reacted out of reflex which ended with Meliodas in a fighting stance and the offending knight embedded in the wall on the other side of the room. Thankfully, with all the attention on the loud crash of the offending knight, Meliodas could sneak away unnoticed. Well at least he could leave the party early.

The next day, Danafors grandmaster approached Meliodas, saying he missed him at the party last night, to which Meliodas just gave him an excuse about having been tired after the exam. Fortunately, he bought it.

And so, time went on.

Now that things had calmed down, Meliodas could think even with the noise all around him. And what he thought about was a solution to his hearing problem, because he couldn’t keep living like he was, with every little noise piercing his brain. He never got used to it either. Stars, where was Merlin? It had been decades since the last time they met up and there was no way he could search for her without coming off as suspicious to everyone around him. And every other time, it had been her to look for him. She was probably watching him right now, laughing at his misfortune.

Oh well. At least with his holy knight salary he could afford some fabric to stuff his ears with at night, getting at least some semblance of silence to sleep better. Otherwise though? He’d resigned himself to this fate for now. He had a more important promise to keep after all.

Unbeknownst to him, however, Merlin was indeed watching him. She knew that the earplugs she had made for him all that time ago had been destroyed, but he had assured her he was fine. And for most of the time, he did seem to be. The world wasn’t as loud as a human kingdom and he rarely spent time in those, but now? He had little choice.

Days later, Meliodas was coming home late, taking off his armor and just laying down on the nice and cool floor (floor time, babey!). He was slowly drifting off to sweet unconsciousness thanks to no sleep and hard work.

“Well someone has let himself go.”

Meliodas jolted awake and jumped on his feet, taking a fighting stance as he looked for the intruder.

He relaxed when he found them. “Oh, it’s just you.”

“Nice to see you, too, Meliodas”, said Merlin, suspiciously taking a sip of ale. Meliodas took the other seat at the table, gratefully taking the other mug from the mage. “How have you been?”

“Like always. You?”

“Fine”, Meliodas grumbled.

Merlin said nothing.

Meliodas sighed. “Actually no, I’m not really fine. I still haven’t found a way to break the curse and I’m smackdab in the middle of a human kingdom with my magic acting up! If I’m not careful, the best case I can hope for is making it out of here before they kill me!” he confessed to her. “But I can’t just up and leave either. The grandmaster of this kingdom himself has invited me here! He’s already suspicious of me, if I disappear, I’ll probably be assumed to be a criminal and hunted down anyway.”

Merlin listened intently and nodded. “But that’s not all, is there?”

“What do you mean?”

“I know you’re struggling with your sensitive hearing.”

“And what does that have to do with anything?”

Merlin resisted the urge to slap him. “Being constantly exposed to loud sounds like you are can cause headaches and migraines and that can cause ones magic to act up.”

Meliodas’ hand tightened around the mug. “That’s my problem to deal with, not yours.”

“Not when you destroy the entire kingdom because you’re irritated.”

She caught him with his hand in the cookie jar. “How’s the search for a solution to the curse going?”

Once again, Merlin had to resist slapping him. “I haven’t found anything yet. So far, the only solution I can see is destroying the demon king himself.”

“We’d have to defeat the commandments first. Absolutely not.”

Merlin nodded in understanding. “Also, here.” She put a little box down on the table in front of Meliodas.

“What is this?”

“Call it a gift if you want.”

Meliodas opened it. In it were two earplugs, much like the ones she had given him 3000 years ago.

Meliodas tried to argue. “Merlin-”

“Sis-Sis is gonna find you eventually. She won’t be happy when she finds out you’re suffering like this.”

He tried to argue against it, but found that he couldn’t. So he just took the plugs and mumbled a “Thanks” to Merlin.

Satisfied, Merlin left to resume her own research or some experiment she’s running. Who knows what exactly she does in the own free time? Probably not Meliodas.

He felt better immediately. All the background noise that was making his head ring for months was just... gone. The most he could hear was someone knocking on the neighbours door.

He almost cried from relief.

Without the constant pounding of a migraine in the back of his head, he could finally focus, not to mention sleep for once. His faily duties as holy knight went much smoother and, as other people noticed, he was less irritated. He used to snap rather quick and often over the seemingly smallest things, but would always apologize right after. It was much better now. And in order to keep people from noticing the earplugs, he just styled his hair a little differently. It was always such a mess, no one noticed, and if they did, they didn’t say anything.

All was well.

Until the grandmaster retired (or was killed, idk) and Meliodas was the one who was offered the now open position.

And everyone who knew him agreed.

Even the king wanted him in the position.

I can’t imagine Meliodas being to enthusiastic about it, but we all know he ended up in the position anyway, whether he took it willingly or had to be pushed to take it.

First thing he did was probably scream into a pillow as soon as he was home.

And we all know how the rest of that goes, he eventually meets Liz, has some happy memories with her (at some point probably has to explain why he wears earplugs to her) and then Fraudrin kills all the humans in the kingdom in an attempt to undo the seal, kills Liz, and Meliodas looses it, also loosing his earplugs in the process.

He stood in front of the massive hole that used to be his home. And for what might be the first time ever, he heard total silence.

Until he heard the weak pleas of a woman barely clinging onto life, who handed him the infant that was Elizabeth. She pleaded him to take care of her and succumbed to her injuries.

With Elizabeth in his arms and the dragon key in his hand, Meliodas was once again at the beginning of the cruel cycle set by the gods.

For now, he needed to get somewhere he could care for Elizabeth. She may be healthy now, but not if he couldn’t get her some food.

Coincidentally, he heard horse galloping heading this way and walked towards that. A different human kingdom was in that direction. It might be knights coming from there to investigate.

#i wrote this ages ago and it's just been sitting in my drafts sorry about that^^" #nnt #sullina nnt #meliodas #nnt demon biology #I think it's fine as it is tbh so I'm just gonna post it as is #hope you like it^^

[star2fishmeg]

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Pairing: Kantou!Manjiro "Mikey" Sano x f!reader

Summary: with nowhere else to go, the one thing that separated y/n and Manjiro reunited them again

Warnings: minor angst, fluff, kissing, mentions of blood and violence, kinda short (it's drabble-esque)

Authors Note: I had a dream Park Jimin was teaching me how to drive and told me he was gonna teach me how to park the Park way and made me reverse into a giant oven while Jungkook proceeded to tell me that he's making me sweat like that and that it was time for the break down

Request: my heart.

"I...I didn't know where else to go..." She mumbled, boring her bloodshot eyes into his. Mikey just stood there in a crumpled t-shirt and briefs, eyes slighly wide at the sight he never expected to see. Y/n, hair and clothes clinging to her body from the torrential rain and hands held weakly in front of her, stained in, now, watery blood. His gaze hopped from her hands to her face, her untainted features now corrupted with grazes and yellow bruises on her cheeks and bloody dribbling from her lip. She stood awfully frozen, no trembling, hell, not even an ounce of fear or remorse running through her veins. It was more or less just post-incident shock before she'd feel any sort of warmth or life in her limbs. Manjiro hastily, yet gently, took her hand and led her into his living room, setting her on his sofa - the fabric would dry on its own and he couldn't be upset, he'd soaked her furniture countless times before in his Toman days.

He wasn't even sure if he had a medical kit, he rarely needed such a thing anyway but he eventually found one after hurridly scavenging his bathroom. He knelt between her knees and wiped her hands with a wetwipe, "What did you do?" It hurt her to hear how monotonous his voice came out, but not surprising after everything he has endured. The pads on his fingers were rough, but comforting as all her repressed memories seemed to flood back at once. The many late night bike rides through Shibuya where her arms would belong firmly around his waist, everyday after school you'd walk to the corner shop for Doriyaki hand in hand, him letting you play with his hair for hours while watching TV or just chatting - they were the days she valued the most and equally pained her to remember. It pained him too, she gave him refuge from all the struggles his younger self had to hide, allowing him to live as an awkward fifteen year old like everyone else.

Releasing a shaky breath as Mikey pulled the cotton and rubbing alcohol from the box, she hesitated, "I...some guys in Kantou Manji were conspiring to...well, sabotage and well...you know, I couldn't let that happen," She flinched at the alcohol burning her cut before continuing. "I didn't mean to intervene, but I just went into autopilot and before I knew it they were on the ground around me. I didn't know I could do something like that, I know I can fight but...you tried so hard to keep me out of it and protect me and I fucked it up because of my stupid feelings. I'm so sorry, Jiro."

He stayed silent, placing the alcohol back into the box and returning it to the bathroom. Y/n, after finally regulating her breathing from confessing the weight on her chest, followed him. Everything she had admitted was true, and saying it aloud brought the realisation that they were never to be apart - something that had been obvious to an outsider. Mikey couldn't cope with the separation from his once angel, and Y/n couldn't find any other purpose for herself outside the gang culture. She tried studying, but with no real dream other than excelling in the illegal trade of drugs, it was a weak flame.

Wet clothes piled into his washing machine with an irritating slap. She didn't even care about being half naked in front of Mikey, they had know each other so long and knew so many details about the way they think, what they've done, she didn't mind. Perhaps it was because deep down she yearned for him, chasing a love that had the potential to always be one sided. It didn't matter in that moment, what did matter was him sliding one of his t-shirt over her head and drying her hair with a towel. Anyone who knew of Mikey would never know Manjiro Sano, the human side of him. The side that had no walls to him. Manjiro Sano smiled ever so slight when Y/n's cold, small finger tips grazed his cheek, thumb rubbing his cheekbone when her palm made contact. In his deprived state, he instantly melted into the lost feeling, sensing her soft gaze analyse his matured features.

"I'm proud of you," He mumbled suddenly. Surprised, she was surprised to hear such an almost empty man say such meaningful praises. "You found out who you are. I never wanted to keep you from doing that, but I didn't want to see you how you are now. I just wanted to protect you but all you've ever done is protect me. I'm pathetic."

"No." She took his face firmly in both her hands this time, forcing their eyes to meet, "We can't do this without each other, we've discovered that. I am always with you, I will protect you like you protected me, fight with you, fuck, this Kantou gang? Share out the responsibility, I'm not 'gonna lose you completely." For a while they remained in that silent stare, processing words and feelings. In fact, it was probably the moment y/n decided to completely abliderate all fear within her. He wasn't perfect, he had a lot of problems from the start and if anyone could see that it was her, but he needed to be loved too. She wasn't perfect either, she was crazy for loving a man such as him, she enjoyed fighting and all she wanted was to be loved.

Dropping the small towel he used to dry her hair, he took her by the hips, pulling her body closer to his, chest to chest. In a hoarse, gravelly whisper, he finally spoke, "I think I owe you something." And with that his lips softly met hers. Y/n's hands wrapped around his shoulders as he leant down, almost awkwardly but he didn't care. It was the most warmth she'd felt all day, his lips never changing; they were usually chapped and she didn't mind that anymore, just being able to submerge into his ocean was enough to feel content and whole again. They drew back slowly, eyes never leaving each other's but if you looked carefully, you could see the corners of Manjiro's lips slightly upturned. Feeling so gentle was almost foreign, feeling complete was so intoxicating. Hastily his hands gripped the underside of her thighs, hoisting her onto the counter before devouring her lips again, but rougher, more desperate this time. They were messier this time, tongues lapping and the quintessential sounds of longing when their mouths moved to the same rhythm.

Y/n's fingers raked gently through his blond hair, pushing his bangs over his forehead and tugging slightly at the roots, keeping him close to her. He kneaded her skin from the globes of her arse to holding firmly holding her waist. He loved everything about her, she was always perfect to him in every way possible. His favourite part to run his hands over was the particular curve in her back and how smooth it was just to run his fingers down it.

She pulled away first, a string of saliva connecting between their lips, her hands cupping his flushed cheeks, "Never leave me again, Jiro. Got it?"

"Yes ma'am." He mumbled, burying his face into her shoulder and embracing her figure tightly. Without her, he wouldn't know where else to go.

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[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x Student!reader - in your corner

A/N: this is for all you peoples going through mock exams and such rn! You can do this! And a bit of comfort for me cause I wanted some Evershed comfort 💜

Leg bouncing up and down, you twisted the pen between your fingers as you stared at the paper in front of you.

As you stared at the words on the page, you felt an overwhelming sense of anxiety wash over you, and the words didn’t make any sense anymore.

Looking at the clock, you turned back to your papers, it had only been half an hour and the mock exam didn’t end for another hour and fifteen minutes. The total running times was an hour and forty five minutes, but it felt like it had been centuries.

You tried flicking through the questions like you were told to do, but it was useless and you finally gave up, closing the booklet you rested your head on your arms and closed your eyes.

A few minutes later there was a tapping sound on your desk and you looked up.

Mr evershed was crouched at the said on the desk, resting his arms on the edge as he tapped the paper under yours arms.

“That must be the fastest someone’s ever completed the exam.” He chuckled.

You said nothing and went back to resting your head in your arms.

“(Y/N)?“ the teacher asked.

“I haven’t done it…” you mumbled.

“Can I have a look?” He asked.

You shrugged and lifted your arms for him to take the papers and flick through them.

Thankfully you were at the back of the hall and no one could see but you were still getting more and more anxious and worked up as the moments ticked by.

“(Y/N) you know this stuff, I know you do.” Mr Evershed sighed.

“I don’t… sir I don’t understand any of it…”

Sitting up, you leant back in your chair doing anything to avoid the gaze of the teacher holding the exam papers.

“Why haven’t you tried to answer them?” He asked softly.

“Because I thought sleeping was more fun obviously.” You snapped slightly.

Mr Evershed set the papers down on your desk and gave you a disapproving look.

“All I’m asking is you try, here.”

He crouched down and opened a page and pointed to the question.

“I know you know this (Y/N), you’ve done this stuff before.”

“I don’t…”

“You do, okay. Just think, take a deep breath and think about this, okay? Don’t rush it.”

With that he got up and walked away, checking on everyone else while you just stared at the paper in the booklet.

Looking up, you looked around the room before looking back down at the paper.

You shook your head and closed the paper, standing up, you walked out the room as if you were on autopilot, your legs just carried you.

You didn’t think, you didn’t really have any destination in mind, you just wanted to go, you wanted to leave.

So that’s what you did, you went to your locker to grab your bag and you walked towards the main entrance of the school.

“(Y/N)!” Sam yelled.

Stopping, you turned to her and frowned as she jogged over.

“Shouldn’t you be in the exam?” She asked.

“Shouldn’t you be in class?” You responded.

“Yeah but I couldn’t hack it.” She shrugged.

“Yeah.. same…”

She gave you a gentle smile and gestured to the doors of the school.

“Wanna get some ice cream?”

You nodded and you both left the school without bothering to think twice as you guys quickly ran from the school grounds so you wouldn’t be caught.

You were thankful to your friend for distracting you, but eventually Sam had to go, and she gave you one last look.

“Are you going to get home okay?” She asked.

“Yeah.. yeah I am. Don’t worry, I’ll text you okay?”

“Right, good.”

She left and you carried on sitting on the rock looking over the town, you didn’t stay too long, you wanted to be home before it started to get dark.

So you made your way back to the house and pulled your keys from your pocket as the front door came into sight.

Walking over, you let yourself in and closed it, locking it behind you as you tossed your bag on the floor and kicked your shoes off.

Pulling your phone out, you played some music as you walked to the kitchen as you started to work in cleaning the mess you had made before school while you were making your breakfast.

The whole evening you spent watching TV or playing some games before you went to bed.

Waking up the following morning, you looked at the time and grumbled, sending a text to Sam saying you weren’t coming in.

You lounged about all morning, ignoring your phone as it rang and decided to work on some errands you had to do.

You started with dragging the new boxes of furniture you had to build out and setting the tool box next to it, then you grabbed the shopping list from the fridge and made your way to the shops.

You pushed the cart around as you pulled stuff in, sometimes stopping to look at something that wasn’t in the list and to debate if you really wanted it or needed it.

While walking home, you heard someone call out your name and you stopped walking and set the shopping bags on the floor as you turned around to look at the car that had pulled up behind you.

Mr Evershed got out and he jogged over, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he frowned heavily.

“We nearly reported you missing, why haven’t you answered your phone? Why hasn’t your parents rang us back? If it weren’t for Sam I was going to call the police and tell them you were missing!” He scolded.

You pulled your phone out and showed him your blocked contacts and it was the school and a few missed calls from a withheld number.

“I got fed up of the school calling me and I don’t answer unknown numbers, gotta be safe innit.” You shrugged.

“Right, and your parents?”

“My guess? In the middle of the ocean probably basking in the sunlight or whatever they only dock once a week or some crap like that I don’t know try email them.”

“Right this is serious (Y/N). We need to talk.”

“Well I’m busy, my milks gonna go off and you’ll have to buy me a new one.”

Mr Evershed looked at the bags on the floor and sighed, gesturing to the car park not far away.

“I’ll take you home but I’m serious okay? We need to talk about what happened.”

“It’s fine. It’s not that far.”

He sighed and held his hands out to you as you picked up the numerous shopping bags on the floor.

“Come on, you’re gonna break your arms carrying them like that.”

“It’s not even that many.”

“Right, and when your arms fall off I’m just going to stand here and tell you I told you so.”

You rolled your eyes and carried on walking and he walked along side of you.

“You know you can get arrested for leaving your car there.”

“Come on, just a small chat, that’s all I’m asking for. What do you say?”

You didn’t reply.

He spun around and walked backwards, looking down at you as he kept an eye on his car.

“If your arms fall off I’m going to leave them there and take your shopping.”

“Did you just say you’re going to rob me?”

“It’s not stealing if you can’t pick them up anymore.”

You stopped walking and he grinned down a little at you as he held his hands out again.

“Fine, okay, whatever.”

You held out your hands, letting him take the bags from you and you followed him back to his car to let him drop you off home.

He refused to let you carry the bags out, and you left him to follow you as you entered the house.

“Watch the crap on the floor.”

“Doing some DIY?” He asked.

“Trying to, I don’t really know how but they need built since I broke the other draws.”

You focused on putting your shopping away and offered the teacher a drink.

He accepted and you made some tea, setting a cup on the table as you set yours on the floor beside you and started to unbox the new furniture.

“So, want to tell me what happened yesterday?”

“What’s there to say. You’re a teacher, figure it out.”

“Well, I’m thinking that you got worried. Overwhelmed? Am I along the right line?” He asked.

“Its no use sir, I just.. I looked at it and the words went right through me… I couldn’t focus… I couldn’t do it…”

He sighed.

“(Y/N) you’re a bright student, I’ve seen your class work okay? I know you know this stuff, you just need to learn how to focus, how to calm yourself.”

You ignored him and focused on trying to follow the instructions in front of you.

Your hands were shaking and you were getting frustrated again trying to figure out where the parts were supposed to go.

“Look, we can set something up for you. Extra classes, support, practice exams. You just need to tell us what will help you.”

You tossed the screw driver across the room in frustration and stood up, running a hand down your face.

“What will it matter?! My parents couldn’t care less! They’re too busy taking fancy vacations across the world! They don’t care about helping me! They don’t care about my grades or what I do sir! The information just won’t stick, I’ll be lucky if I land some dead end job after all this!” You yelled.

“(Y/N), look at me.”

You refused and left the room, heading into the hallway you slumped against the wall and buried your face in your knees.

“I can’t.. I can’t do this sir.. I can’t.. I can’t even put some god damn furniture together…”

“You just need someone to show you, to teach you.”

There was some movement and he walked over.

“All you need is someone to be in your corner, and even if no one else is I am.” He spoke gently.

Looking up, you found him crouching in front of you, a smile on his hand as he held the instruction booklet you were trying to follow.

“Why…?”

“Because I know you’re capable of so much more then you think. Come on.”

He got up and went back into the front room and you followed him.

He sat down and gestured for you to sit next to him so you did, setting the paper down in front of the pair of you.

“Just breathe. Read the first section and tell me what you think you need to do.”

You carefully read the words and looked around the parts and picked a few up.

“We need to connect these two first.”

“Good, here.”

He handed you the hammer from the tool box and you got to work.

While you worked he asked you questions that were in the exam, asking you to think about what they meant first before asking you to give your answer.

And before you knew it you were finished and you had successfully completed both the building of the draws and the exam you had walked out for yesterday.

“Absolutely perfect, you smashed it (Y/N).”

“Wait.. really..?”

He smiled and laughed, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah, you successfully answered every single one of those questions. All you need is to take your mind of it. Think of something else while doing it, a song or a film or whatever it is you like. Focus on that to calm yourself down, okay?”

You nodded your head and smiled a little at him.

“Thanks sir…”

“No problem, now, do you think you can tackle this coffee table?”

You looked at it and turned back to him.

“Could you maybe help…? Ask me revision questions while I build it?”

“Of course I can, if that’s whats going to help you with this then of course. But I need you to promise me something.”

You nodded and turned your attention to him.

“I want you to come to school tomorrow okay? You’re going to come find me first thing and you’re going to retake that mock exam, and you’re going to answer just like you’ve done. Then you’re going to write me a list of everything you think will help you, everything we can do as a school to help you okay?”

“Okay.”

“You promise me?”

You smiled and nodded.

“I promise sir.”

Mr Evershed nodded his head with a smile and began to ask you more revision questions while you worked on your next DIY project.

You were a bright student and he could see that, you just needed someone who was willing to work with you to support you. Someone to show you you’re able to do more then you think

#ackley bridge #Ackley bridge x reader #Ackley bridge x you #Ackley bridge imagine #mr Evershed #mr Evershed x reader #mr Evershed x you #mr Evershed imagine #Martin Evershed #Martin Evershed x reader #Martin Evershed x you #Martin Evershed imagine

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Yandere Alpha America rejecting his Omega s/o only to later realize that he loves them? 🥺

✨Oh it’s you again. Heyyyyyyy 👋Hope you like this one ✨

“I’ve told you no y/n. Now. GET. LOST.” The last word rang through her ears like a drum. And you couldn’t help but scurry away with the tiny shred of dignity that you had left. For thenext couple of months you wandered aimlessly through your life. You were on autopilot. Perhaps things were meant to be this way and that was alright. You got out of bed each day and did your job with a smile. Besides you didn’t have to worry about the needs of an Alpha or even a Beta as a mate or really just anyone. So you started to do more things for yourself which gave you satisfaction.

That language you’ve always been telling yourself you wanted to learn you did it! You reached C2 fluency.

Learning Computer programming by golly you did it!

Baked the cake recipe you found on Pinterest? YUMMY!

Those 10K puzzle you tapped and put up in your room. A masterpiece.

That artbook or sport that you’ve been meaning to keep up on now you’re a pro. And life sucks a little less for you.

These were the things along with a huge spell of depression, eating ice cream, and staying up late at night crying over Alfred eventually got you through the 7 stages of grief of not attaining your lover. He became a fragment in your mind and heart.

However, the same thing can’t be said for the Alpha that is slow to come to realization sometimes. Since the day that he rejected you he started off fine. He went about his life as normal. He went on numeros dates with a wide spectrum of Alpha’s , Beta’s, and Omega’s that all left him disinterested. None of them had that sparkle and warmth that he was looking for.

‘Alfred! Alfred! I know that you want for lunch! You had a look on your face that read that you need protein and carbs to survive the long day you probably have ahead of you with all of those new Alpha peackeeper’s that need your assistance and-’

He simply turned and walked away. Ignoring your offering of food that he later regretted because he had back to back meetings that he had to attend to so he didn’t get a morsel of food until 9pm when he got back to his flat.

He reminsces on all of the times that he sometimes accepted your offerings like when you brought him a supercharged 6 shot vanilla latte extra hot, after he’d been up all-night partying even though he knew full well he had to be at work the next day. And it was a latte he’d order in such a crazy schedule that he lived on. You cared for him.

It’s like his body had been hit by a boulder and his heart fell into a pit of acid.

He immedaetly grabbed his phone and scope out all of your social media profiles. He wanted to see a lot of mopey posts about wanting to find love, of you posting cryptic break-up songs, something that read as he was still on your mind and leaving a crater in your heart.

The sandy blonde gripped his hair follicles tighter as the frustration in his stomach continued to simmer. He had gotten to the very first posts of your Instagram feeling empty.

“Pffft.” He rolled his frigid blues across the screen one more time before he set his phone down.

“I know I’m right to have rejected her she seems too carless.” He says to no one in particular. He gets up to pop open a can of Cola and dumps some Captain Morgen in it to calm his nerves as he ordered some McDonalds off Uber Eats and sat in his apartment in silence and in darkness and only a sliver of the summer sunlight being able to break though his blackout curtains.

Daily he begins to keep up with all of the activities you do. Even if you only posted to Tiktok about how you were staying home and having your favorite hot beverage while doing one of your hobbies that made you happy. And that’s all that mattered to you.

That was all that mattered to you.

Those blue orbs glassy, just wanting you to care about him. You were wagging your cute tail in your latest video hours later showcasing your dedication to your craft. Your cute smile your excitement in your voice was like a sweet melody. He wanted and needed more of you. Your social media would be satiate him for so long.

It was time to put in an R2P.

He had to have you in his arms.

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[moonlight-sonata99]

To“Help”you.

Howzer x Jedi reader

A/N: This was gonna a continuation of my last post but with rex AND Howzer but it made itself into its own thing, But it was so fun!! And mans got himself locked up so we gotta get him out asap-(Don't worry ill eventually get to rex at some point!!)

After being arrested for being a “Traitor” on Ryloth, Howzer was taken into a facility with his men. Howzer was taken in a separate cell and his men In a separate cell, awaiting eventual execution for their so called “betrayal”

   That was until today, The captain sat in his dark cell when loud alarms  went off around him and the soldiers who were guarding his cell ran down the hallways except one.Confused he stands up trying to investigate,

“Hey,what's going on?” he questions the guard in front of his cell,only to be met with silence.After a while the guards didn't return and not receiving an answer howzer sighs and returns back to his seat.

Stuck in his thoughts, Howzer then hears the shuffling of feet. Looking up he sees the soldier guarding his cell pulling out a card from and holding it up to the cell lock. His eyes widen and he stands up.

“What are you doing?!” 

“I'm getting you out of here”  the voice from under the helmet replies,

‘That voice…’

He then hears a beep from the lock and the red bars blocking him from going outside open. 

“Come on,let's go it won't be long before they figure out it's a distraction.” the voice rushed him

“I won't go.” Howzer put out as he stood in his place.

“What- why??” the voice questioned with panic in their voice.

“My men are still  here.” he answered, folding his arms, “I wont leave without them.”

“I- your men are already out!” the “Guard” answered, moving towards Howzer and grabbing his arm and dragging him out of the cell and ran down the dark hallways with Howzer behind them.

“What?How so?” Howzer inquired as he ran behind the guard.

“We snuck them out! you're the last one we needed to get!” The guard exclaimed as they stopped at a corner and walked slowly making sure there was no one in the corridor.  

“We're clear,let's go!” 

“How did that happen?” Howzer asked once again continuing to run after the guard.

“Look, I'll answer your questions later,we need to get out for now. The ships aren't that far ahead. Were almost there,you can trust me okay?"

"…alright,lead the way."

“Here,Thanks a lot.” The guard said out of breath still recovering from the long run as they handed over some credits.As hunter was about to reject the credits howzer approached

After the quick escape, Howzer greets his men aboard the now crowded Havoc marauder.After doing so he walks to the cockpit where Hunter and the guard speak.

“I should be the one thanking you two” He interrupts the two as they both turn to look at him

“Captain,” Hunter says nodding his head towards howzer

“Sargent”

“I’ll leave you two to talk,The ships on autopilot..” Hunter trailed off leaving the cockpit, assuming to check on the little girl who was talking to the other clones on board.

“Thank you,for saving my men and i.” The captain says as the guard looked up at him the chair, “you don't know who i am?” the guard suddenly asked

“Uh…You do have a helmet on your face, so i don't think that helps” he chuckles awkwardly

“Oh,right!” The guard exclaimed as they stood up and remove their helmet.

“You..!” Howzer exclaims after seeing their face, whispering your name afterwards.He fixes his composure and begin again “Its you,Its been a while general, Ever since you first came to ryloth with General windu”

 “It really has..and please just call me by name,We're not fighting anymore.well- in the clone wars i mean” The jedi laughs and they look at howzer.

“After everything that happened,i've been traveling here and there. well more like hiding,and i heard ryloth was in need of help..” They say as their features  turn more serious. “So I came here to help, only to find that you were captured. I…couldn't stay on ryloth knowing my friend was locked up here. I had to help you.” The jedi sighs as they sit back down, their eyes focused on their hands. “After i couldn't help my master and my friends..”

Howzer sits on the left seat next to jedi, “i heard” he whispers as he places a hand on his friends shoulder. “Im so sorry, I'm confused too. Its all..” he said in low voice.

“…never mind that. What matters now that you and your men are safe.” The jedi interrupts him and dismisses the topic  “I was scared for a moment that…you would be like the clones in the temple. But it seems like your not, im glad.” they smile as they gaze at howzer and the two bask in each others company engaging in small talk every once or twice.

“you should talk to your men,see what you’ll do,I hear cham syndulla eagerly awaits your return...” The jedi trailed off then sitting up slowly looking away.

“Hold on,” howzer stops them by holding their hand, “Is that the only reason you came back?to just help ryloth?” 

The jedis stood still for a moment looking away from howzer,

“Uh…” They mumble,Looking unsure after a few seconds they turn around to look at howzer.  And the two stare at each other,while the loud chatter in the background doesn't seem to bother them.

“Yea...to help Ryloth....”

"Oh..."

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A/n: Originally,reader was just gonna be a imperial soldier who just wanted nothing to to with the empire anymore. And after letting out Howzer he searches for them cause he's definitely not in love with them ofc not... but since this was gonna be a continuation of my last post i liked the idea of jedi reader who liked howzer ever since they saw him and just didn't really know how to identify their feelings other just just saying that their “Friend needed help” lyng mf- ANyways i tried out another format today! sorry if Howzers seems OOC i tried my best to stay close to his personality as possible;) and as for action scenes i suck at those-anyways!hope you enjoy TBB and stay safe!!!

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