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goldenboywrites · 2 years

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the other side of paradise

TROUBLE IN PARADISE? UP-AND-COMING FASHION DESIGNER, GRAYSON WINDSOR CALLS OFF ENGAGEMENT TO NEW YORK’S BAD BOY ROCKSTAR, WILDER HART. see page 6 for more details!

It was funny how three days ago the articles being written about him were raving about his success at New York Fashion Week. He had launched his clothing company, GoldFox, a year ago and had spent every second of his free time approving fabrics, alternating clothing, re-sketching designs, and finding the best (moderately cheap) models to showcase his clothes. The constant all-nighters, the panic attacks, and the fights with Wilder about not being present had been worth it because he finally made a name for himself. The critics loved his designs. His website traffic was up, and his Instagram followers fucking skyrocketed. He had other famous designers reaching out to him to collab.

Three days ago the articles were being written about his hard work. Now the only thing you could find when you searched his name was pictures, text messages, and videos of his fucking fiance cheating on him. Multiple times with multiple people. Throughout the entirety of their three-year relationship. He was heartbroken and furious about the cheating. Of course, he was because he loved Wilder. But he was more upset that his success had been overshadowed by this disgusting scandal. Which told Grayson everything he needed to know. He could live without Wilder Hart warming his bed every night. He could live without the ring on his finger. But he couldn’t live without his dream.

While Grayson was strong, confident, and unabashedly bold. He was also a runner. Being in New York City with his heartbreak treading on Twitter and his face plastered on every magazine cover wasn’t working for him. He also hadn’t faced Wilder since the news broke. He was too much of a coward to fight about it with him or even break up with him because he knew how that would end. It’s okay, baby. They don’t mean anything. I’m trying. I’m trying to be better for you. Just give me one last chance. I’ll be a better man for you this time. He could break Grayson down to crumbs and Grayson, too exhausted to fight, would always give in.

So he packed his suitcase, booked a flight, and ran to his hometown to lick his wounds.

A decision he was regretting as he stepped out of the taxi and entered the Airbnb he rented indefinitely. Because Grayson hadn’t stepped foot back into his hometown since his high school graduation almost ten years ago. As soon as his diploma was in his hands, he picked up his suitcase and never looked back. He tried to call, at least his dad, now and then but he was so busy building who he wanted to be that those calls went from weekly to monthly to yearly. At first, his father had invited him back home for every holiday but after so many times of Grayson declining, his father eventually stopped. He didn’t think about home. He didn’t think about his high school friends. He thought about his dad, made a mental note to call, and when he forgot to do that, Grayson sent him presents and money instead. His father had always been wildly accepting of Grayson and supportive too. He was the best dad that got stuck with a selfish, shitty son. But Grayson tried in his own fucked up way.

Grayson unpacked his suitcase, ate a stale granola bar, and fiddled with his phone. Wilder kept calling, kept texting but he ignored them. He knew he had to call his dad. He was sure he knew what had happened and was worried. But Grayson didn’t know how to tell him that he was back in North Carolina, that he needed support. That he needed privacy away from the headlines and online speculation. He didn’t want to admit that he needed the people he left behind and ignored.

But he did.

His fingers were numb as he selected his father’s contact. It rang twice and then he heard the familiar, warm voice of his dad. “Gray? Are you okay?”

“Hi Dad,” He said, unable to hide the quiver and tiredness from his voice. “I’m fine. I was just callin’ to”

“That absolute son of a bitch. I knew from the start he didn’t deserve you. No one would blame me if I dragged him out and fed him to the gators. I can’t believe you stayed and supported him for years and he didn’t bat an eye at putting you through this shit. See, I didn’t have a good feeling about him…” His dad went on and on. Grayson held back a sigh and picked at his nails, toning his father’s rant out until he caught him saying, “You weren’t meant to be with him. You know you’re meant to be wit-”

“Hey dad,” Grayson snapped because his father always went there and Grayson didn’t need to hear it. “I’m calling because I’m here. I, uh, planned to stay for a bit. Work through some shit, you know?”

“You’re here?” He hated the way his dad sounded so fucking happy. The guilt could eat him alive. “Where? I can pick you up. Your bedroom is still the same. You can stay there. Are you at the airport?”

“No, no. I’m renting a house for now. I’m gonna stay on the main island but it’s not too far.”

His father’s reply was a heavy sigh. “Gray, no. Pack your shit up and stay with me. I have the room.”

“Dad…”

“Grayson, don’t argue with me. I don’t ask anything of you but I’m asking this.”

Grayson packed up his shit. He didn’t cancel his Airbnb but kept the reservation as a backup if the island got to be too much for him.

Two hours later he was back in his childhood home and everything was the same. There was still a shrine of pictures of his mom (she had passed when he was in high school) and the same old dingy recliner chair that his father loved more than him. “I had a new recliner delivered to you years ago. Why do you still have this one?” He asked, shifting under his father’s hand on his shoulder.

“It was too fancy and this one has molded to my body.” Grayson was exhausted already.

His father didn’t give him a chance to settle in. Grayson commented on going to bed and his dad was pulling him out the door claiming they needed drinks and food. All he wanted was to shower, cry, crawl into bed and sleep for the rest of the year but he didn��t push his dad for details and he certainly didn’t attempt to fight him about it. Deep down he knew that his dad wanted to show him off to his friends. His big, famous, fancy fashion designer son took New York City by storm.

The name was new, but the bar was not. The Golden Hideout was a place that held a lot of drunken memories for Grayson. The last time he was here it was called Highside Bar but apparently, the new owners gutted the place and renamed it. It was busy and had been updated since Grayson was last there. His father walked by tables and every time he was greeted by warm, friendly smiles. He came here a lot. It was a bittersweet feeling. He was happy his dad wasn’t lonely but he felt like every single person in this bar knew his father better than he did. They probably did.

“I’m going to the bar to get a drink,” He said to his dad who was caught up listening to someone’s life story. He waved Grayson off without a glance.

Grayson pushed his way to the bar, his side pressed against the wood, elbow leaning as he casually glanced around the place. He never remembered it being this packed when he snuck in here underaged. Whoever owned it now was clearing making a fucking living off of it.

“What can I get you?” A low, gruff voice asked. Grayson didn’t turn around from scanning the bar.

“Vodka so-” He turned around to face the bartender and oh shit. Oh fuck, fuck fuck. Grayson forced himself not to react. Because he expected to run into a lot of people he knew but expected more time to mentally prepare to come face to face with this particular person. “Da.” He finished his order and closed his mouth. His feet were itching to run. Out of the bar. Out of his town. Because he was hoping he would have more time to mentally prepare to see Wren again after running away from him ten years ago without a goodbye. But Grayson was down on his luck and whatever higher power was up there watching him fucking liked to watch him struggle.

“Vodka soda,” He said again, forcing more confidence out in his tone. He didn’t know what to say to Wren. ‘Hey, sorry I said I loved you and instead of saying it back you had a one-night stand and then I ran away to New York City without saying goodbye and didn’t answer any of your calls or texts.’ was factual but sounded dumb. ‘Hey, I’m back and was cheated on. Can I blow you in the backroom to help ease the pain?’ Was embarrassing. And yeah, deep down Grayson was a fucking coward when it came to the man standing in front of him. So he didn’t say or acknowledge anything. He did something much worse. He slid his credit card across the counter and shot a tense smile at Wren and said, “And I’ll open a tab.”

Because yeah, he was a runner but he was also really good at hiding too.

#the other side of paradise

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circeislands · 4 months

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‘i know every inch of your body and i know for a fact that scar wasn’t there before.’

her words traveled the silent room, meeting the ears of the hunter whose fingers fiddled intently to seal the new aching wound on his forearm. she tried to extend her help, her healing but he refused it as he often did. his discomfort was better than hers and concerned eyes peered at the newest scar of his vast collection before their last voyage ended to his fresh stain. the smell met her nose and had it been years earlier. she wouldn’t of been able to stand the scent but it was him: familiar,‘don’t give yourself too much credit, cecilia,’ he inhaled sharply at the insert of the needle and she watched his artistry, the accent that curled around her name used to send her into a spiral,‘my body has changed since the last time you touched— ow, damn it.’ attempted flirting before a slip of the needle caused the distinct frown to deepen in concern as finally from her seat, she stood up and traveled the distance between them. tender fingers grasping the needle and thread without even a hint of hesitation.

‘samuel, i’ll do it.’ even despite him being a doctor, stitching up his own wound held little success. her enhanced vision met his wound with ounces of care and the squeeze of her brows. sam’s eyes couldn’t help but take in each detail of her delicate features that were obscure. the dimple on her chin, a trait of her father’s that was refined in her, that trembled when she cried, and far too often did he observe this, held it. the deep focus in bright brown hues as teeth melded into her lower lip. the more and more he looked at her the more he recalled a memory of her near death and the feeling of despair it filled him. it was a full moon, the wooded outskirts of flagstaff, blood drenched her shoulder, her mouth made gurgling noise he feared, despised, more crimson traveling between her teeth. if he could, if she let him, he would have made a special silver bullet with jacques’s name on it. since that night, her safety meant more to him then his own. his sarcastically witty spats never met her heart, he internally promised to never make her feel a lick of distrust and betrayal. he failed her and that was what filled the room with so much painful quiet.

he hated how she looked at him. wounded, guilty and distant,‘what?’ her tone snapped him from his stare and eyelids rapidly blinked,‘what are you thinking about?’ she had made progress on stitching the wound but a continuous drip of blood didn’t help. she grabbed the wash cloth from nearby and began to dab it to prevent the frequent cascades.

‘you know what i’m thinking about,’ he paused,‘i’m sorry, ce,’ his tone was quiet, as if he sought out to plead for her forgiveness,‘it was never your fault. i know that, i knew that then but i needed someone to blame and you knew the bloodsuckers that killed her.’ he wanted his vengeance to be cecilia’s as well. he wanted her to dump her pack morals for him,‘you wouldn’t do what i wanted... and i was angry.’ his only chance at love was thwarted by the lifestyle he chose,‘i never meant what i said—’

he watched her swallow down and her mouth twitch,‘yes you did, sam.’ she said, stilly, the needle meeting the pads of her fingers and beginning their venture to finish the stitching,‘you had every right to be angry. i chose my pack over you as i had over and over again. after everything your family has done to help me. i deserved it.’ the sharp end meeting his skin, flesh–to–flesh and out and up, and again,‘you deserved to get married and leave all of this behind.’ her shoulders began to tense and the feeling of dread followed her lips. even if he had, it wouldn’t of been enough. going to school to be a doctor, he thought would have fulfilled his desires to save people but it didn’t. being a doctor didn’t relieve his past and the enemies he gained from it. it wouldn’t and didn’t save his fiancee.

she finished and hands were quick to stop touching him, like it ached her, and it did. it ached him also. his uninjured hand raised and grasped her own, clenching and grounding. a silent communication of love between the two that was most certainly there but never transpired. he’d once kissed her, touched her, saw the scars left behind by jacques but nothing else. they both knew the consequences of this moving any further then that. no matter how much it gnawed at him to see her move on. she knew that it did, that if she wanted to, she could feel his draw to her. ‘pay attention, feel me, i give you permission, cecilia.’ his one hand managed to grip both of her slender hands,‘go ahead.’ he urged her,‘please...’ she was never one to give into begging but if he had to, he would have. she would’ve despised him for it, been embarrassed for him but he could careless. she obliged. reddening eyes illuminated hazel orbs and darkened veins wisped into hands. in that moment, he wondered how that felt. to give more control to what lurked in those veins but he had to focus. he would ask about that later. he wanted her to feel him. unconditional love and fidelity that he could argue from dusk till dawn was far greater then any pack member could give her. he’d seen her at her lowest of lows. he’d adored her in high school where everything felt weird to them and especially her, where growth felt irrational and bifocals proved how truly blind she was. where chestnut brown hair was unkept in curls that she had little understanding of and never understood even now.

she felt everything from lingering questions to undisclosed desires, to true regret, to absolute tenderness. she felt everything so deeply and now she knew he did as well. they were the same in that way. she yanked her hands afterwards, quickly, to avoid invading him any further. she never approved using that gift to her own advantage. in fact, her scowl only deepened,‘i... it’ll be to your detriment.’

‘i know and so what?’

‘i could kill you.’

‘be my guest, cecilia. it would be an honor.’ he grabbed for her hands again but this time only managed to grasp one,‘in fact, i’d invite death over to have a couple of beers.’

tbc.

#ᴄᴇᴄɪʟɪᴀ daubec.#writing ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs.#writing.#part one.#samuel luna.#the lunas impacted her life quite a bit so never getting over them.#music.

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undiscovered-horizon · 2 years

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Author's note: @chaoticcatie made a comment and this sort of happened. * - slightly changed quote from Liana Radulescu. Also, I passed physiology. The dread ended, flowers bloom, the world is beautiful again.

Imagine getting injured during one of your adventures with the Doctor. Not wanting to cry wolf, you keep quiet until the wound causes you to fall unconscious, only to be tended to by the Doctor himself. - Part 2

(Part 1)

You weren't sure for how long you have slept, as the Doctor did not believe in clocks - a humorous detail considering he was a Time Lord. The dull pain in your side remained, although a lot milder than when you fell asleep.

"Welcome back," someone spoke beside you.

You carefully craned your neck only to see the Doctor sitting in a chair beside your bed, an open book lying on his lap. Although he had a small smile on his face, it didn't reach his eyes - it was empty, simply a facade.

"Don't get up yet," he said as he saw you trying to prop your body up on your forearms. The wound in your side wasn't bleeding anymore but one move too rushed and the cut would open again.

"I'm sorry, Doctor," you spoke with your eyes down. You got yourself hurt and he had to go out of his way to help you, it was embarrassing. "I should have been more careful."

"You should have told me," he answered. His voice was uncharacteristically firm. It was hard to tell whether he was angry or sad but one thing was sure: something upset him down to his bones and it probably was you.

The Doctor silently lifted the hem of your bandage, trying to see whether the wound was healing properly. His movements were cautious, fingers remarkably gentle. Whatever his eyes were seeing made him clench his jaw.

Was it anger or sadness? Disappointment? Frustration, perhaps?

The longer you studied his expression, the worse you felt about yourself. He was visibly severely upset and the only logical explanation had to do with you. It felt awful, that you were the reason a person you cared about was blue.

"I know it's going to sound stupid," you began. "But I really didn't want to worry you. I guess I just thought I'm going to be fine, you know?" you said. He spared you a short glance before he went back to studying your wound. "I didn't want you to send me home," you added quietly.

The last sentence caught his attention. You were looking at your hands, nervously fiddling with them. The Doctor watched you as if he was trying to see something; as if he was waiting for something.

"Maybe I should," he answered. Your hands stopped. "You already had gotten yourself hurt. What if next time I won't be able to help you in time? I can't afford that, (Y/N). Not you," he said and got up.

The Doctor reached the doorframe when you realized the weight of his words: not...you?

"Not me? What do you mean 'not you'?" you asked. Your heart started to beat a little too fast for your liking.

The man stopped walking and looked over his arm. For a moment he didn't say anything as if contemplating whether to answer your inquiry.

"Anyone but not you," he said before he turned around to face you. "I could lose anyone but not you. My hearts are so full of you I can hardly call them my own*," a sad smile appeared on his face. "And what am I to do if I lose them?"

Words would not leave your mouth. Even if they could, what would be the point? What does one say to such a profound declaration of love?

"Anyone but not you," he repeated and left the room.

Your body burned but not with pain - not anymore.

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corpsekiller · 3 years

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𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞 — 𝐬.𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐬

𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦. sherlock holmes x fem!reader (requested)

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲. a little bit angsty, fluff, mentions of violence and blood

𝖲𝖸𝖭𝖮𝖯𝖲𝖨𝖲. the reader is sherlock's soulmate and has the ability to take her soulmate's pain and heal his wounds. she's been taking sherlock's pain since the day she found out he was her soulmate, but there's one problem: he doesn't know. until the day she gets hurt.

𝖠𝖴𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱'𝖲 𝖭𝖮𝖳𝖤. i'm so sorry it took me so long to write, but I truly hope you like it! i may have changed some small details while writing this fic, nothing major though. And i hope oididn't misunderstand anything in your request. if so, i sincerely apologize, love! @tom-hlover

𝖫𝖤𝖭𝖦𝖳𝖧. 2.631 words

MASTERLIST

Dark clouds paint the abandoned streets of London with an eerie bleakness when she crosses the road with the collar of her coat folded up to protect her face from the pouring rain. A biting cold creeps underneath her skin as Y/N runs up the few stairs, almost tripping over her own feet in a rush of panic. Her trembling hands fiddle with the keys until she finally opens the black wooden door of 221B Baker Street, door hinges groaning heavily with age.

Hastily, she slips inside the dimly lit hallway and only takes a few seconds to enjoy the warmth coming from the old heater, numb fingers opening the buttons of her coat to hang it on one of the coat racks on the wall before she runs up the creaking stairs. Wet strands of hair stick to her forehead and a few raindrops managed to soak her shirt on the back of her neck, but she couldn’t care less. Not now.

Y/N received the message only 18 minutes ago, a simple beep of her phone and five little words written by one of her best friends.

You have to come. Now. - John

It took her exactly 1.080 seconds to drop everything she was doing, just to sprint through darkened alleys and a roaring thunderstorm to reach their flat. The urgency in John’s message was enough to make her heart pound heavily against her ribcage because they’ve been investigating a strange case for the past days now and Y/N knows how fucking reckless Sherlock gets in situations like these — high on adrenaline and blinded by the excitement of a new mystery to solve.

And now, as Y/N stumbles into their living room, gasping for air after her long run, she knows exactly why John needed her. Sherlock is weakly limping around the room, blood trickling from a deep cut on his left brow and bruises already forming on his split bottom lip. But what scares Y/N the most, what makes her head spin and punches every breath of air out of her chest is the shaking hand he presses to the side of his stomach, the fabric of his shirt stained a dangerous red.

“He won’t listen to me”, John mutters next to her, concern written across his face. “You’re the only one who can reach him when he gets like that. Please, Y/N.”

And although fear settles in the pit of her stomach at the sight of him, beaten and broken, she nods her head and steps forward until she’s within reach of the pacing detective.

“Sherlock?” Her voice is soothing and her trembling fingers stretch out to brush against the back of his hand when he slinks past her — the faint touch is enough to make him stop right in front of her, blue eyes piercing through her with some kind of desperation. Hesitantly, Y/N lifts her other hand to caress Sherlock’s jaw, the side that isn’t bruised and swollen. “You’re hurt, Sherlock. We need you to sit down.”

It comes easy to her, the familiar warmth prickling at the tips of her fingers when she concentrates on taking his burden — like she’s sucking venom out of an open wound. Soon enough, Sherlock’s pain washes over her.

It always comes gradually, blooming in the pit of her stomach with a burning pulsation that only seems to grow with each passing second Y/N spends near him. Yet, she’s willing to make that sacrifice if it means that Sherlock doesn’t feel any pain, if it eases the weight he’s carrying on his shoulders.

Slowly, Y/N guides him to the sofa; the one she’s slept on many times before when Sherlock was high on drugs or hurt. Even when the boys were out on a case she’d sleep there and wait for them to come home safely.

“John messaged you, didn’t he?” Sherlock rasps into her ear while she gently pushes him down to sit. Sherlock's vision goes blurry with each breath he takes, but he strictly refuses to give in to the pulling darkness now. Not until he’s solved the case. Y/N takes care of him, anyway.“Why doesn’t he patch me up? You weren’t even in the neighborhood.”

“Because you won’t listen to him, you idiot. Now, hold still.” Y/N unbuttons his shirt with clever fingers, touch always lingering a little longer than necessary on every inch of his exposed body. After a moment of inspecting the wound on his lower abdomen, she meets his gaze with a worried glint in her eyes. “It’s deeper than I thought, Sherlock."

Her hands glide over his chest and another wave of pain hits her, more destructive than the last. Y/N winces at the sting in her lower abdomen, the burn that shoots right through her chest and seems to set every inch of her being ablaze. But Y/N keeps her hands where they are, right on his exposed skin, even when her vision becomes blurry and seems to darken around the edges.

Sherlock doesn’t notice. Maybe, he’s too dazed to think clearly, or perhaps, he’s just too caught with the case he’s working on. For one of the most intelligent men she knows, he surely takes his time to figure out that his soulmate is sitting right in front of him, kneeling between his spread thighs to take care of his wounds and ease the pain, transferring it onto herself with every little touch.

"Of course...The mother did it." It’s all Sherlock manages to mumble, before he loses consciousness and falls into a dreamless sleep, leaving her and John behind to stitch him back together.

Approximately twenty bloodied tissues later, Y/N finds herself perched on a kitchen chair wearing John’s cozy sweater and a pair of Sherlock's pajama pants while her own clothes are left to dry on the heater in the hallway. Cold sweat glistens on her forehead as the stinging pain comes and goes in crashing waves. And still, Y/N doesn’t even dare to bat an eyelash, too afraid that John will notice and ask questions. Explaining everything would cost her too much energy.

“Y/N, are you feeling alright?”

It’s John’s hushed voice that brings her back into reality, a steaming cup of tea now sitting right in front of her with a small plate of delicious biscuits. Her best friend shoots her a concerned glance, eyes glinting with a certain kind of worry as he puts a soothing hand on her shoulder. “You seem a little pale around the nose.”

“I’m fine, John. Just a little headache.” She gives him a faint smile, shaking hands clutching the teacup in a knuckle-whitening grip when a new kind of pain burns through every fiber of her being. And it doesn’t stop. It never truly does, only eases with time until there’s just a familiar ache drumming in the back of her head.

Over time, Y/N got used to it until the constant hurting became bearable and while everyone else’s pain disappears after a while, hers just...stays. After all, Sherlock lives a dangerous life and he will do what it takes to solve a case, doesn’t care about the harm he has to suffer to reach his goal, but Y/N? Oh, she takes his pain. After every hunt, every reckless game, she takes his injuries, even the smallest one.

Sometimes, she wonders why she stays, when all he does is throw himself into danger. Because you love him, whispers a voice in the back of her mind, and one day, he will see what you do for him.

"It's you." John breaks the suffocating silence. He's staring at Y/N with widened eyes as the realization hits him.

“What?”

“It’s you. You’re his soulmate”, John repeats slowly and throws her an incredulous look. Then, a grin tugs at the corners of his mouth, only to falter mere seconds after. “Bloody hell, you’re Sherlock’s soulmate. Of course, you aren’t alright.”

There’s no use in lying now. So, Y/N only sighs and snuggles deeper into his sweater. “It’s okay, John. I got used to it."

“I just thought, Sherlock would be more careful when he meets his soulmate...”, John mumbles, more to himself than to her. The steady ticking of the clock hanging above the fridge fills the room until John decides to break the silence once again. “He doesn’t know, does he?” He snickers quietly, shaking his head in disbelief. “It’s obvious. And the infamous Sherlock Holmes still hasn’t discovered that you’re his soulmate.”

Y/n only shrugs nonchalantly. “He doesn’t seem to like the idea of having a soulmate anyways.”

It’s too much. The pain becomes overwhelming, feels like daggers pierce through her weakened body when she drags herself to the front door of 221B Baker Street in the darkest hour of the night. Y/n raises a trembling hand to knock, legs almost giving out underneath the weight of her, but she manages to lean against the solid wall for some kind of support. She’s tired. Her eyelids feel heavy, the constant throbbing in her leg seems to subside and is replaced by a lethal numbness instead. It’s only a matter of time, Y/N knows, but it happened so fast and the small apartment with the bullet holes in the wall and the skull above the fireplace just feels safer than anywhere else.

After what felt like an eternity, the door opens with a heavy groan and Y/N almost falls to the ground, startled by the sudden movement. Luckily, her hands reach the door frame just in time to catch herself, but the fire that shoots through her leg when she accidentally puts too much weight on it is fatal.

“Y/N? It’s the middle of the night...” Mrs. Hudson’s voice sounds distant like she’s standing at the other and of a long tunnel. “My goodness, what is that? You’re bleeding!” A tender hand comes up to rest against Y/N’s forehead and cheek, perhaps checking her temperature or trying to keep her conscious while the older lady calls for Sherlock and John. Seconds later, a burning sensation courses through the left side of her face, not enough to distract her from the bleeding wound on her upper thigh, but enough to startle her and keep her awake just a little longer. And just as Y/N’s hands seem to slip from the door frame and she already prepares for the harsh impact when her body collides with the ground, a pair of strong arms catch her.

“Y/N? Y/N, look at me, what happened?” John sounds calm and collected, murmuring her name and short questions to keep her with him as he carries her upstairs and carefully lays her on the couch, the one where’s she’s patched up Sherlock only a few weeks ago. His fingers search for her wrist, checking her pulse before he pats her cheek. "Hey, stay with me!"

"But I'm so tired..." The words come out slurred and almost inaudible. "I just wanna sleep for a bit." And Y/N knows, she shouldn't, knows it's perhaps more than sleep — her face has grown pale and the bleeding won't stop, but it's getting harder and harder to stay awake. But even in her state, she can hear Sherlock's calming voice talking to John, already deducing what happened to her with one look at her wounded body on the couch.

"Sherlock, this isn't helping", John seethes at him as pulls a bandage out of a red bag. "Listen, she could pass put any second from the pain she’s feeling and you're the only one who can do something!"

Sherlock furrows his brows and stares at him as if he’s lost his mind. “What am I supposed to do, John? I can’t just take her pain away!”

“That’s my bloody point! Are you really that blind or do you just not want to see it?”, John curses and nervously glances at Y/N.

“See what?” And then it hits him. Sherlock turns around, shock and some kind of confusion written over his face. “I’m her soulmate.”

“Oh, the great Sherlock Holmes finally solved it! She’s been taking your pain for bloody years and now she needs you, Sherlock. She needs you, do you understand?" He does. So, Sherlock sinks onto the couch and gently places her head in his lap. His fingers card through her hair, carefully tugging a few strands out of her face. Now, how do you take someone's pain? It sounds easy, but doing it... actually doing it? Sherlock isn't even sure he's doing anything at all until the hurting begins.

"John, I figured it out."

That's all John needs to hear. With a quick movement, he takes some gauze and presses it down onto Y/N's thigh to stop the bleeding. The newly inflicted pain makes her jolt up in Sherlock's lap and cry out in pain, but she grows quiet the second Sherlock takes her hand and takes every ounce of fire that blazes through her body. A groan leaves his lips when he transfers her wounds but something inside of him tells him to keep going.

After a while, Y/N relaxes in his arms. And gradually, exhaustion settles in his limbs as he strokes her temples and swallows the burning sting until there's nothing left to take from her.

"Sherlock?" It’s broken and quiet, but it gets his attention nevertheless. He glances down at her with a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. The tips of his fingers dance across her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose as if he’s trying to memorize every curve of her face.

“I’m here. Are you alright?”, Sherlock asks softly, barely noticing how John leaves the room to wash his hands and give them some space. “Y/N?” She doesn’t answer. Tremors run through her weakened body and he notices the distant look in her eyes, the single tear that clings to her lashes. It’s only natural to get into shock after getting shot, an experience as bad as her last one. Sherlock puts his hands on her shoulders and sits her up, leaning her back against his chest so she can sense the steady beating of his heart.

“You’re alright and you’re safe. It’s okay”, he murmurs into her hair. Gently, he strokes over her arms until his hands cup hers, warming her cold fingers. “I need you to do something for me. It’s easy, I promise.”

Hesitantly, Y/N nods in his arms and swallows hard in an attempt to ignore the anxiety that threatens to bury her in a flood. It’s hard to focus on his face, but the warmth that radiates from his hands covering hers calms her enough to concentrate on the instructions Sherlock is giving her.

“Name three things you can see. Can you do that for me, Y/N?”

“The blanket, John’s sweater, and...”, Y/N exhales sharply and lets her gaze wander through the room in search of a third item. “Your hat. The one they gave you as a gift and you wear it sometimes when you think, no one can see you.”

Behind her, Sherlock chuckles slightly at her comment. “Obviously, you saw me. Brilliant, darling... Now, can you name two things you can feel?”

It takes only mere seconds to reply to his question. “I can feel you and your body warmth.” Y/N smiles in embarrassment, cheeks flushing at her own words. But Sherlock only nods in approval and squeezes her hands in reassurance and she’s sure she felt how he pulled her a little closer to his chest.

“There you go. Now, we wait for the ambulance to arrive.” And while Sherlocks hold her in his arms, this fragile woman who decided to take the burden from his shoulders without him even knowing, he swears to himself that he’ll never let her feel so much pain again.

#sherlock x reader #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock imagine #bbc #bbc sherlock #bbc sherlock x reader #sherlock holmes x you #benedict cumberbatch

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arvandus · 3 years

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Congrats on 750. May i have Aizawa and/or Hizashi(Present Mic) headcanons?

Of course! I’m gonna go with Hizashi because I haven’t written for him before, so I think it’d be fun. :)

Hizashi x Reader (SFW & NSFW)

SFW:

🎵 Not one to shy away from his feelings; as soon as he realizes he’s crushin’ on you, he will immediately start courting you. Flirting with you at your desk, asking you out on dates, buying you little gifts, and surprising you with lunch.

🎵 Loves to take you out on fun dates. Carnivals, open-mic nights (ha ha), obscure/indie music performances at hole-in-the-wall dive bars… he’s very into the arts and loves having someone to explore them with. Not so big on the nature activities though… this man is a city guy 100%.

🎵 However, that doesn’t mean he can’t also have the occasional stay-at-home-and-veg date, either! He works a LOT, so there will be times that he’ll be tired and not want to go anywhere. His has a huge social battery though, so it’d take time for it to get to that point. And once he’s recharged, he’s back out on the town.

🎵 Favorite home activities would be watching movies with you (preferably something lighthearted) or one-on-one game nights. Will also sometimes just lounge on the couch, making up songs to make you smile. Maybe they’re sappy love songs. Maybe they’re funny songs with toilet humor lyrics. Either way, fiddling with his guitar is an excellent way for him to relax.

🎵 Loves to dote on you. Nothing makes him happier than seeing your face smile at him when he does something nice for you. He’d definitely be the type to leave little love notes on your desk and to send you random silly pictures of himself or of memes that he knows you’d enjoy.

🎵 Enjoys annoying you with silly nicknames. It’ll start off somewhat normal at first. “cutie pie,” “sweet cheeks,” etc. But it’ll just get worse and worse. “Boo,” “cuddle cakes,” “muffin,” “Sugar-baby-honey-love.” He loves when you glare at him and roll your eyes. Beware if you try to do the same to him… it’ll turn into a never-ending game of who can come up with a worse nickname for the other.

🎵 This man loves praise, both giving and receiving. It’s so validating for him. Not just because of the attention aspect, but because he desperately wants to make you happy. The surest way for him to know that he does, is for you to tell him so.

🎵 He strongly values open communication. If there’s an issue, he wants you to be able to tell him about it. He’ll do his best to work through whatever problem you two might be having.

🎵 If his extroversion and companionship starts to become too much for you, you can always tell him so. After all, his best friend is introverted, so he’s used to it. He’ll miss you, but he won’t take offense. Just make sure you reciprocate by showering him in appreciation once you’ve recharged your own batteries.

🎵 Is 1000% committed to you. Loyalty and honesty will never ever be an issue with him.

🎵 That doesn’t mean that he’ll dump all of his past trauma and stuff onto you right away, though. If anything, he might refrain from bringing up topics about himself that might be upsetting. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you with them or anything. It’s that he doesn’t want to make you feel sad, especially over things in the past that can’t be changed.

🎵 If you ask him about his past though, he’ll answer honestly. And when he’s able to open up and talk to you about it, it’ll leave him feeling relieved and so much closer to you.

🎵 I definitely see Hizashi as the type to say he wants kids, whether his own or adopted, even though he’s around them 24/7. But it’s something that’s always “in the future” for him, since he’s still enjoying his artistry, his friends, and his job.

🎵 If he ever does become a parent, he’d be such a fun dad. But he’d also be a complete sucker for his kid(s). They’d have him wrapped around his little finger. You’ll probably have to be the responsible one most of the time (unless it’s something very serious, of course.. he’ll know when to put his foot down).

🎵 If you don’t want kids, that’s okay too. Hizashi is all about flexibility and going with the flow. As a teacher, he understands the level of responsibility that comes with children and would never ever pressure his partner into it if they didn’t want it. If anything, he’d have a lot of respect for you because you’re honest and you’ve thought heavily about it. Besides, there’s plenty of other things that can be enjoyed in life that don’t involve kids. And the most important thing to him is that he’s able to do those things with you.

🎵 Would be open to a polyamorous relationship, but he’d be very responsible about it - there’d be a lot of talking and hashing out important details, like ensuring that trust is established as well as important ground rules. And once you’re in one with him, the communication wouldn’t stop. He’d always make sure to check in from time to time, and make sure that everyone is happy and getting their needs met (including himself).

NSFW:

🎵 Hizashi has zero problems with PDA (as long as you’re okay with it, of course). That won’t be limited to just kisses and hugs, though… He will thoroughly enjoy grabbing a handful of your ass and whisper dirty secrets in your ear before giving your earlobe a small nibble. He’ll be sneaky, about it though, doing these dark little deeds when no one is looking and watch as you try to save face when the other person turns back around. LOVES to see you get flustered.

🎵 He’d be a very sweet lover. He’d whisper sweet praise in your ears, cover your body in kisses. He’d be a gentleman, making sure you’re feeling your best from start to finish. 100% will always make sure you finish before he does. He will straight up worship you.

🎵 He LOVES giving oral. LOVES. IT. If you let him go down there, you better buckle up and make sure your schedule is cleared for the next few hours. He literally wants to live between your thighs. And dear GOD is he good at what he does.

🎵 Favorite position is when you ride him, preferably facing him so he can see your face. It’ll start with him leaning back against the pillows, one arm propped behind his head while the other hand rests on your waist. He likes giving you the reins, watching you work yourself on his long cock. He’ll have the most languid, serene smile on his face, his eyes drinking you in. Seeing you enjoy yourself so much only riles him up more, and at some point he’ll forgo his relaxed posture in favor of placing both hands on the meat of your hips, guiding you up and down on his hard cock. When you’re both close to unraveling, the tension wound and ready to snap, he’ll sit up from his pillows and wrap an arm around your waist and begin pounding up into you as his other arm keeps him propped up on the mattress. He’ll definitely take your nipple in his mouth during this final sprint and will cum with a groan, his breath hot against your skin.

🎵 Afterwards…? So much aftercare! There will be cuddles, pets, massages… he’ll sing to you softly, the tenor of his voice vibrating against your ear as you rest your head on his chest and his fingers stroke your hair. If it’s a particularly long session, he’ll bring you a platter of snacks and something to drink. If it’s a particularly messy session, there will be a bubble bath together (and don’t you dare doubt that he’ll have a bathtub big enough for the both of you!).

🎵 He’s definitely got a mischievous, kinky side. He’d enjoy sex in public places. Bathrooms, dressing rooms, empty hallways, stairwells… places that are mostly private but still have a risk of getting caught.

🎵 Will totally buy you lingerie to wear for him; or better yet, take you shopping (and find a way to secretly join you in the fitting room….)

🎵 Definitely has switch energy. Would enjoy being blindfolded and teased. Can absolutely be reduced to a begging, whimpering mess if you want him to be.

🎵 He trusts you completely to take care of him just as he takes care of you.

🎵 Your sex life with Hizashi will never be boring.

#Arv's 750 Followers Event #Hizashi x reader #Hizashi yamada x reader #Hizashi x reader hcs #Hizashi x reader headcanons #Present Mic x reader #present mic x reader hcs #present mic x reader headcanons #Hizashi smut #Hizashi fluff

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yandere-wishes · 3 years

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A Story Told In Maybes {Part #1}

🗡️Yandere! Enma Yuuken x reader

🗡️Summary: Enma Yuuken lives on the fine line between "Hero" and "Villain" but his story will never end in a "happily ever after" or a "tragically ever after" it will only end in Maybe...

🗡 Edited by the amazing @tealyjade-libran

🗡️ Alternative title: How many times can Genie use "Damn" in a story...

Maybe in some other world, they could have been lovers

Imagine that...

picture it as vividly as a fresh stab wound to your heart. Sketch the vision of a red waterfall carrying away your life.

Now picture two people. A young man and woman, sitting on a park bench, holding hands and laughing, inching closer and closer.

Imagine love, happiness, tranquility...

But those things only exist in fairy tales. And his life was most certainly not a fairy tale.

They were foreigners, outsiders, aliens. Banished into a strange land were twisted fairy tales, roamed the earth. Where magic and mischief came as naturally to the inhabitants as breathing. Where nothing mattered, because nothing was. Everything is and thus it isn't. Nothing made sense, and sometimes, in some rare moments of stolen repose, Enma Yuuken was scared that nothing would ever make sense again.

All of it, every microscopic thing about this 'new world' was wrong, abnormal, twisted.

Everything except his traveling companion. Another lost soul as disjointed and out of place as he was. Another ghost trying to survive in this matrix of a so-called reality.

There was no shock initially, no surprise in not being the only normal creature to be transported to this bizarre world. Enma knew full well that he wasn't special in any way. Another foreigner being here was one of the few things that actually made sense.

But as the old expression goes, everything comes at a price.

Someone else just like him being here, being stuck in this nightmare, made sense. Yet the price of logic was a thread of hysteria that had woven itself deep within his battered heart. A maddening sense that gripped his lungs, robbing them of breath. That picked off pieces from his tattered mind, replacing them with clear cutout thoughts of her. It was always only her.

His companion in this broken world just had to be you. A frail, naïve little girl with no sense about her. Some pretty-girl protagonist straight out of the pages of Shojo Beats. The kind of girl who finds her happily ever after no matter where the hell she is.

Yet he did not have that luxury, his life was dictated by a series of maybes and could bes. He was a secondary character at best, a background shadow at worst. With no purpose other than smiling and waving. And listening to the protagonist weep about their love-driven woes.

Some days, when the dreary bell chimed for the last time, when the students marched back to the solitude of their dorms, Enma would wander around the halls, squirming in his own misery. Pondering why, oh why of all the people, in all the towns, in all the worlds, did you have to be the one to wind up in this grim land along with him.

Why fate always had to be so cruel, so domineering, thinking it knew better than the people whose miserable lives it toyed with. He wanted to be your lover, your prince, yours. But what would a guy, who doesn’t even belong in this backward world, have to offer some heroine-type sweetheart?

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The Ramshackle’s flickering porch light glows in the distance. Like a dying star beckoning him to a destroyed paradise. He knows what's waiting for him behind the worn door. He knows you'll be there standing by the cracked dinner table, laying out days-old sandwiches for dinner, while Grimm rangles with an expired can of tuna. He knows you'll smile with tears in your doe-like eyes as you retell the fables of your endeavors. Telling him in great detail how the so-called king of beasts overpowered you in the school garden. How the King of poisons stole yet another kiss. The tales go on and on. Never-ending, never stopping, never giving him the chance to scavenge the fragments of his shattered heart.

You play your role so damn well. You know how to be the damsel in distress, the poor thing in need of saving. It's repulsive, disgusting...but only because he doesn't know how to be the hero that you need.

If he was being honest -something he rarely did nowadays- Those "prefects" were the root of all his problems. They were the evil that made this dark world an endless horror. They'd been the ones to drive him into the "caring older brother" role. They had twisted his hand, leading him to the role of the "side-hero" like a lamb to the slaughter. Made him into a prince charming in a world that ate princes alive and spat them out once more.

They had sealed his fate with a few insults and loaded threats. With just a few longing stares overflowing with lust and envy. They were villains, in a world that celebrated sinners. A world that cheered when the dragon steals the princess and rejoices when the evil king sits upon his skeleton throne. They were villains in every dreadful sense of the damn word.

It's hard to be in love when all odds are against you.

When your fate binds you into one role with no way out.

Like a rabbit hole made of quicksand. It dragged him deeper and deeper into intimate madness.

Maybe in some fair world, those leeching villains could keep their greedy blood-drenched hands off of you.

Maybe in a world where the sun never dies, you could bring yourself to love him.

Maybe he could have been the love interest, maybe, maybe, maybe.

It's always only MAYBE!

🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️

"Welcome home Nii-san,"

It's a sweet greeting that ties his guts into ribbons. His hands grow damp as his heavy eyes stare into yours. His lips curl into a painted smile, shielding you from the pain that's clawing in his stomach.

"Hi..(Y/n)"

His voice cracks and croaks like a dying frog. His lips feel abnormally dry and his eyes sting as if they've been pierced by diamond daggers. His steps are heavy as he plops down in his seat. The weight of his worries pulled him down harder than gravity ever could. He watches you through tried, restless orbs. Watches as you waltz over to your seat and sit down with the half grace of some future queen to be. It's bitter, dreadful, leaving a sickly toxin-like taste in his mouth. The mere thought that someday one of those, sinners, will take your hand and drag you to some kingdom far far away makes Enma want to claw his brain out with his bare nails.

Enma's focus shifts over from his traveling companion to the silver-coated fireball licking his paws. Grimm's teal eyes scan him nervously before he offers a nervous smile, a rarity for the narcissistic cat. He's usually so talkative, so boasting, there was never a moment of tranquility with that cat around...

It takes a moment. A steel coated moment before the gears in Enma's head begin to turn. Before he can place his finger on the heavy abnormality weighing down the atmosphere. His nerves jolt to life, leaving a freezing sweat behind their trail. The room is spinning like a ballroom floor. Something's off, something big and obvious and hidden and...

Maybe...

"So..."

It's your sweet voice that breaks the tension creeping into the air. Melodic and luscious just like the sensation of a blissful dream. The room freezes in its tracks. The heavy atmosphere melts away like a cube of ice. Normality has one foot through the door. Behind it, hope and tranquility peek their heads through the tiny gap.

Maybe just maybe everything is alright. Maybe it's just him, his stress and anxiety are starting to play cruel jokes on his wonder mind. Maybe he's just going mad. Yeah, that's the sanest conclusion to draw from all this.

Enma cranes his neck to the side to get a better view of your face. Distress is scribbled all over your skin, like pristine razor cuts. You shift around in your seat, clawing at your uniform skirt as if the midnight black fabric is cutting off your circulation. Your fingers nudge the entrance to your pocket fiddling with something he can't quite make out.

His voice is low, shaky, as he replies. The unusualness of the situation has him on edge. Nervous to the bitter bone. Maybe he was wrong, maybe his nerves were right to be wary of whatever this was. This uncertainty permeated the air-tight room.

"What is it?"

Slowly you drag out a white envelope flooded seven times over from your pocket. You stretch out your hand placing it in between his fingers. Enma throws a passive look at the note, his nose wrinkled up at the familiar scent that pervaded from the paper.

"What's this?"

It was rhetorical, asked out of dull, morbid courtesy. This time he didn't bother looking at you, in fear of seeing you look -lord forbids- gleeful.

"A love letter, Grimm found it in our locker after class."

There was a pause, lengthy, nerve-wracking, heart wrenching. Yuuken could hear the way your breath hitched in your throat, he could almost feel the excitement radiate off your body.

"Can you believe it Nii-san? Someone actually left me a love letter!"

It hurt it really did, this time his heart didn't shatter. It simply broke, in two or three or maybe four. Who knows, who cares. They had escalated from simple harassment and unsightly displays of public affection to leaving you love letters. How ungodly, how absurd, how brave...

He laments, eyes tracing over the fog of his breath as it wafts through the musty room. He wants to rip that damned piece of paper, shred it into millions so the words become ineligible, so you'll never read those horrible words again. So you'll forget that some damn fool other than him can actually love you. But he doesn't, he has too much self restraint and too much respect for his dear "little sister" to actually do it.

His arm stretches over the table, skin illuminated by the dying candle on the center. He places the letter back safely in between your fingers. His eyes meet yours for only the second time that night. He takes in your face, Committing every piece of it to his miserable memory. The heartily glow in your crystal eyes, the faint schoolgirl smile dancing across your lips, the rose blush kissing your cheeks, the way the candle illuminates your skin, wrapping in a sparkling glow like the princess from those tales of old. You're mesmerizing in every way, it would be reasonable for other men to notice your elegance. No wonder those "prefects" were drawn to you so naturally like moths to a golden flame.

"Who sent it?"

His voice comes out like a block of ice, shielding away any and all his stray emotions. He doesn't want to know how doleful he is, he just can't have you taking pity on him.

Your smile fades ever so slightly, your brows draw closer. Confusion is etched on your face. You haven't got a clue.

"Well...I'm not sure, but they did say to meet them at the school gates when the clock chimes twelve."

Oh, joy, another fairy tale reference. It's comedic how fairy tales have begun to dictate his life. Everywhere he turns there's a grim tale awaiting him. Yuuken spares a quick glance at the crooked clock hanging by a loose thread. It’s a minute to midnight.

"I should come with you"

It's not a request but you take it as so.

"No need to bother, I'll take Grimm, he could use the walk. He's starting to bulk up a bit"

"HEY! The great Grimm-Sama doesn't "Bulk up" He only gets more powerful!"

Before the older male can protest, you're already halfway out the door. Grimm scurrying to follow you on all fours like a pesky rat. The door slams on your way out, leaving Yuuken alone with his morbid screeching thoughts.

There goes the only good thing in his life. Into the arms of another.

For a second he contemplates leaving you to fate, after all, who's he to disobey fate, go against whoever orchestrates this universe. But it's only a second, short lived and quickly died.

Maybe he's a hero.

Maybe he's a Prince Charming.

Maybe he's a villain.

Maybe he's just some honorary older brother looking out for his kid sister.

Maybe, just maybe, he's your future lover;

and he'll be damned if he lets you slip out of hands.

Enma's quick to grab his old practice blade from the overstuffed closet. It's not much, but it's all he has from the normal world, from his world.

The door grates for the last time that night as he steps out into the cold midnight air. The stars blink in some sort of secret tongue, either warning him or encouraging him, he doesn't know. Nor does he truly care, for Enma Yuuken is done letting life and fate and villains decree his meaningless life. Here and now that's where he'll make his stand, he'll save you. Kiss you. Love you. Marry you. You, You, YOU

But there's still one nagging thought that screams inside his head as he dashes for the school gates. This world worships villains, prays at their feet, and hands them death and destruction on golden plates. And he's no villains, he's some sort of upside-down, in-between. Rotting alone in the border between Hero and Villain. By law of society, he's a reject, a useless foreigner, an alien, an outsider.

and MAYBE he's already too late...

Who wrote the love letter? Was it the head of the savanaclaw dorm or maybe the head of the heartslabyul dorm ? Maybe it’s the ever mysterious Tsunotarou...

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courtlyharlequin · 3 years

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The Placebo Effect

Warning(s): mentions of blood, vague description of wounds

Summary: Jade and Floyd are always together. They seem to compliment each other so well, always making up for each other’s weaknesses and all. However, despite how close they may seem, even the Leech brothers have their differences. They rarely get into arguments. When they do, it typically is resolved quickly. But like all things, there are exceptions. A heated argument is seldom, but not impossible for these twins. Though these fights do not happen often, they’re quite... agressive, leaving bruises and sore knuckles on each brother’s face. Though being on land calls for procedures that differs greatly from the Coral Sea’s [procedures] when it comes to dressing wounds... what’s this? A kiss to make it feel better?

A/N: These scenarios are dedicated to @myuunji, my lovely wife. At the dead of night, she came to me with rot about tending to the tweels. Naturally, I rotted with her (or rather gushed for her love for these eels since I have a rather neutral opinion about them) so this now exists. Though this was written for her, it could apply to anyone as the reader is kept gender neutral. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless~

Jade Leech:

There was an awkward yet comfortable silence between you and Jade as you wrapped a bandage around his forearm, covering Floyd’s teeth marks and additional scratches.

He watched as you gingerly and meticulously rolled the gauze around his arm. His eyes were blank. His lips were pursed.

He had accumulated these wounds from a kerfuffle with his brother not too long ago. Three days ago actually. The details of the fight were vague. All you knew was that it occurred on the field and drew the attention of nearby gym students. Coach Vargas and the headmaster had to step in. Azul formally apologized to the staff as well. It was a hot topic for the students— even now. Rumors spread and so did the distance between the Leech twins.

They haven’t spoken ever since the fight occurred.

“There,” you said as you tied the gauze to his arm with a neat knot, kissing the wound absentmindedly.

This, in turn, earned a small grin from Octavinelle’s vice prefect. A sudden hotness rushed to your face upon realizing your rather bold actions.

“Thank you, (y/n).”

Jade ran a finger over the freshly changed bandages. A work of art he must say. You had only been changing his bandages for a mere three days though you were quick to learn. They weren’t too loose nor were they too tight. He fiddled with his wrist.

“You should talk to him soon.”

“Pardon?”

“Your brother.”

“...”

“I’m worried about you.”

“And I appreciate your concern.”

You bit your lip. What else could you possibly say? You only knew about the fight from your classmates and measly rumors that floated around the halls during the passing periods. You knew so little, yet the fact that Jade had not spoken to Floyd, someone near and dear to him, for a while three days was unsettling.

The eel rose from his bed, dusting his trousers off.

“Again, I appreciate your concern,” he cleared his throat, “...and your assistance as well. We don’t bandage our wounds in the Coral Sea so I am not familiar with first aid on land.”

He placed a hand on the small of your back and ushered you to the door.

“Jade.”

“Yes?”

“How do you two normally make up?”

“When the one at fault breaks,” he beamed.

“I hope you break soon then.”

Floyd Leech:

“Hold still!”

“No.”

“Floyd!” you grunted as you wrestled with him, trying to dab his wounds with a cotton ball and some antiseptic.

His movements were lethargic yet firm. His arms shielded his cheeks which were home to a shallow gash and a few bruises.

You sighed in defeat. There was simply no way around it. If you pushed any further, you might find yourself with some scratches and bruises yourself. But you couldn’t just leave him there. It irked you. Floyd sauntered through the halls for a whole three days with untended wounds.

You had history together with Professor Trein. On the day of the infamous fight between the Leech brothers, he made a grand entrance, swinging the door open with one foul kick, ignoring the lecturer's protests and seating himself beside you without a care in the world for the blood running down his face or the grass in his hair.

It was a miracle he didn’t get an infection yet, but there was always a possibility hence your current situation.

Floyd’s legs dangled from the infirmary’s bed. You fidgeted on the swivel chair, pondering on your next move.

He sighed, “If you have nothing else to say, I’m leaving.”

“At least let me—”

“And no, I’m not apologizing to Jade. It was his fault after all. Why should I apologize?”

“... treat your wounds,” you mumbled.

He leaned in close on your face, eyes peering into your soul. His pupils dilated. You raised your tweezers and dabbed the cotton ball on his cheek. He winced.

“That hurt!”

“Just hold still for a minute! It’ll be over soon,” you said.

With caution, you held his chin in between your thumb and index finger, angling his cheek towards you as you tended to the cut on his face.

There was an evident pout on his lips. He avoided your eyes, finding interest in the ivory bed sheets instead.

“Don’t push so hard,” he grunted as you secured a fresh cotton ball on his face, securing it with medical tape.

“Sorry.”

You placed the roll of tape onto the night stand and your hands on your hips. Floyd flinched as you reached for his face once more. His muscles relaxed as you placed a soft, chaste kiss on the bandage.

“All better now.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst scenarios #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #fave

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kasey-writes-stuff · 3 years

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The boy with the reindeer clothes and captain america mask

You had fallen for Callahan the instant you first met him through bad boy halo’s Minecraft server. It was insane really out of all the guys and girls you could’ve fallen for you wound up falling for the faceless mute boy. I guess there was just something extra charming about how he was able to make you fall for him despite not showing his face or using his voice… It had been years since you had met him and the rest of the crew online and by now you had even met a few IRL! Still your heart aches for the one true person you wished to meet, you wished to hug, to hold, to kiss if he so wished… So all that being said after months of begging and convincing from your other friends to just get up the guts and ask… you finally did it…

You decided today would be the day you call Callahan and ask if he wants to meet up! Despite Callahan never talking he loved when you would call he always said your voice was very soothing and he’s even fell asleep to you talking away a few times.. You can always tell when he falls asleep because when he’s awake he keeps it saying that he’s typing but once he’s fallen asleep somehow it turns off fate or some magical power or maybe someone lives with him that you don’t know about, either way you don’t question it. It was like a silent understanding between the two of you to never question it whether be out of fear of somehow messing it up if you question it or if just simply neither of you cared enough to ask…

You take a deep breathe before clicking call… You anxiously await and within only two rings he picks up and quickly types in chat “hi, what’s up?” You gulp softly “Hi Calla well um I was actually calling because I well I have a question…” He types question marks and “okay? What is it?” You take another deep breathe your voice shaking as you finally say the words “Do you want to meet up with me?” You begin to ramble on about how he doesn’t have to show his face or anything but before you can barely mutter anything else out he types “yea sure I’m down when do you wanna do it? Do you want me to come to you or you come to me or what?” You blink a few times not believing the words you read

Your mind swirls wondering how he agreed to quickly and seems so calm when you felt as if your heart was gonna beat out of your chest… Little did you know he was actually feeling the same way and he had to retype the sentence a few times because his fingers were shaking so much he typoed quite a bit… You suddenly hear finger snapping and quickly are pulled back to reality making a small noise of alarm quickly looking at your computer screen you saw Callahan’s mic lit green and heard the quickest laugh before his mic was once again red… “Sorry I zoned out for a second there um I can come there if you don’t mind, I know it would be easier for you if I did”

Unbeknownst to you Callahan had a wide smile on his face as he silently cheered to himself before quickly typing that he would send you his address later and that he had to go! You laughed softly a bit from nerves of this actually happening and from imagining Callahan rushing around his house getting everything ready for your visit “okay sounds good I’ll see you later bye calla I L-“ you barely stopped yourself you had said it a few times before to him and honestly you said it almost all the time to your other friends but something about saying it to Callahan was different.. You didn’t like saying it not because you didn’t love him but because you couldn’t explain that how you said I love you to him and I love you to your other friends was different so you usually just refrained from saying it

Callahan laughed silently to himself quickly typing “I L- you too” his heart soared anytime you told him you loved him though he tried not to think much of it because you always said I love you to everyone else so it was just your thing right? Though it was painfully obvious you didn’t say it as much to him and that’s something he never understood and while it hurt like heck he could never bring himself to ask about it he was too scared he was too scared of being even more hurt so he just suffered in silence cherishing every time you told him you loved him even more each and every time you said it…

Once you ended the call with Callahan you quickly grabbed your phone FaceTiming Niki as you already begin packing.. Only a couple rings and she picks up “hi y/n! What’s up?!” You smile widely blushing brightly as you say “Well I may be taking a trip very soon…” she claps her hands together “really?! Where are you going?” You shrug softly finding your duffel bag “I don’t know yet” she turns her head at you curiously “what that makes no sense what do you-“ suddenly she stops a giant smile appearing on her face “YOU DID NOT” your smile widens as you nod excitedly “I DID I DID!” She screams happily “AAH Y/N I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!” You scream happily as well “AH THANK YOU” she excitedly says “YOU’RE WELCOME! So when are you leaving?” You throw your hands in the air “I don’t know probably within a week or two maybe?! We haven’t really discussed the details yet” she nodded softly “well let me know when you find them out!” You nodded back “I will I will! I’m gonna go ahead and get packed I’ll talk to you later love you!”

Callahan after ending call with y/n quickly grabbed his phone as he ran about tidying up. I began calling Dream and luckily within only a few rings he picked up “hello?” I quickly begin typing “DREAM” he laughs softly “what’s up calla?” I nearly bump into a wall as I’m typing but stop myself just before I hit it “Okay so I may have gotten asked by y/n if I would be okay with them coming out to meet me and I may have said yes…” Dream gasps softly and I can hear the smile in his voice as he speaks “What?! No way! I’m so happy for you guys! Finally! We’ve been trying to get you two to meet for years!” I roll my eyes light heartedly “I know I know so now you guys can finally stop nagging us” Dream laughs again “hey it was for your own goods okay? We’re just trying to help our friends be happy as they can be okay?” I smile to myself “yea yea whatever you say” he laughs more “Whaattt it’s true and you know it” I snicker to myself “maybe we’ll see, I’m gonna finish getting everything ready I’ll call you later okay?” I can hear his ever widening smile “Of course see you calla”

It was the next day and you were absolutely buzzing wishing you could tell chat the full story of why you weren’t gonna be able to stream next week but alas you and calla both wished to keep it very private in fact as far as you knew only Niki knew and as far as calla knew only Dream knew though you both suspected you had each more than likely had told someone neither of you knew for sure… anyways skip a bit and your stream has begun plenty of messages already asking what the title is about what does it mean and some being worried “Hello chat! Don’t worry don’t worry it’s nothing bad! It’s actually something really really good as to why I can’t stream!” Chat exploded asking millions of questions and others being relived that it was nothing bad, you laugh softly “Well I can’t spoil all the details as we wish to keep most of it private but I can’t stream next week because I’m meeting up with someone! Yes yes before you ask it’s someone you all know! Also again before you ask yes you can guess no I will not say if you got it right or not… at least not directly…”

Names come flying in like wild fire at first you’re seeing mainly Niki,Dream,Sapnap,even punz and bad but then you see one saying Callahan and you can’t stop the light blush that dusts your cheeks as you try to think of a way to discreetly let it be known someone guessed the right answer… Unable to think of one though you simply clap your hands and say “Okay guys someone guessed the right answer! I won’t say who and I won’t say details as I don’t wanna give it away but yes one of you guessed them!” And so of course chat lit up trying to figure out who the right answer was but alas they couldn’t figure it out, you laughed light heartedly at them and after that continued stream as normal just fiddling around the dream SMP setting up a few pranks and then deciding to build a little house with a small hint as to who you’re meeting with!

The house was simple it was made out of birch and dark oak and the small hint you used was you placed three flower pots on each of the widows.. in the first you placed a small red flower, in the second a small white one and in the final a small blue one.. You didn’t say anything about it being a hint you just placed the flowers and moved on doing a few more pranks. “Guys how do we prank Punz?” You giggled your body already erupted with butterflies knowing what Punz’s prank back to you would be “I already know he’s gonna get me back so badly but it’ll be worth it! I’m gonna replace all his pumpkins with melons!”

Chat explodes saying how thats such a simple but good prank and how punz will lose it and it’ll be so funny. You nod giggling “right right chat! So let’s get started shall we?” You begin and about ten minutes in suddenly calla shows up, you can’t help the excited smile on your face as you see Calla’s name pop up in game and you excitedly type “hi calla!” He types back “hi y/n!” You try to contain your ever growing smile “What’s up?” He says “Not much I’m watching your stream and saw you’re trying to prank punz so I decided to come help” You quickly nod now knowing he’s watching your stream you verbally say “Really?! I’d appreciate that so much thank you calla” He quickly says “Of course it’s not problem” and in no time he’s over there with you helping you replace all the pumpkins with watermelons, the job definitely gets done a lot quicker with calla there to help and it honestly is a lot more fun having calla there to bounce jokes off with you! In no time the job is done you quickly thank calla and tell him you’ll talk to him tomorrow and you end stream.

Before you go to bed you check your phone and see a text from calla “Hey so i forgot to ask earlier is that like our house or something? I noticed you made two bedrooms but you could always just make one and use the other to expand the work area if you want but if not it’s cool” You smile softly reading the text “I love the idea of expanding the room I’ll get on tomorrow off stream and fix it and yea it’s our little house… I hope you don’t mind I mean I just figured it’d be a nice little place ya know an extra place for each of us to keep things and to stay… I’m glad you got the flower hint, anyways I’ll work on it tomorrow I’m gonna try and get some sleep goodnight calla” A few minutes later a text pops up “Don’t worry I can always help and work on it besides there’s my own little hint that I wanna add as well so I’ll do it and I hope you sleep well goodnight can’t wait to see you next week” Your smile widens more as a your heart pounds “I can’t wait to see you either ❣️”

Throughout the rest of the week you only did two more streams and of course each one chat tried to get you or whoever happened to be on stream with you to spill who it was you were meeting with but no one you streamed with that week knew… besides calla of course! Chat didn’t believe them when they would say they didn’t know and it was honestly comical seeing them get so upset. It started with Sapnap and George and ended with Boomer and Punz.. Even after stream the duos had tried to get you to spill who you were meeting with but you refused to spill even to them, insisting they can wait just a few more days and though the four of them whined they settled and finally let you go.

So we fast forward and it’s Monday you leave tomorrow so you’re finishing last minute packing and waiting for Karl to come over so you can give him your spare keys because he so graciously agreed to watch your cats! Also so he can just hang out with you a bit before you have to leave and can drive you to the airport! You’re just about to start triple checking that you have everything when you hear a knock at your door. Your cats look at your curiously but don’t bother following see you rush to the door and open it to see a ever beaming Karl! He quickly rushes in hugging you tightly making you giggle as you hug him just as tightly “hi Karl!” He giggles softly “hi y/n!” After a few minutes you break apart and he quickly shuts your door. “Soooo since I’m watching your cats do I get to know where you’re going and who you’re seeing?”

You shake your head laughing softly “Sorry but no you’ll find out when everyone else does! I will say I’m going somewhere I’ve never been before” He tilts his head curiously trying to think “hmm I don’t know there’s a lot of places you’ve never been like you have yet to go to the UK, you have yet to go to like any of the states uhmm are you meeting someone you’ve never met?! Is it Sam?! Oh my gosh it’s Sam isn’t it?! You’ve never been to Texas and you’ve never met Sam!” You shake your head “Good guess good guess and while I would love to go meet Sam it is not Sam..” he pouts slightly “hmm well I don’t know there’s so many other guesses I could make” You smile and roll your eyes softly “Well instead of guessing where I’m going how about you help me double check that I have everything okay?”

He nods smiling softly “okay sounds good!” So for the rest of the night you and Karl double and triple check your bags and then just chill out watching your friends streams and posting pictures together! You both laugh at the fans freaking out over the random content of you two and laugh even more at them freaking out over karl with your cats. Two of your cats loved Karl but they love everyone so it wasn’t surprising but your third isn’t too fond of him but she’s not too fond of anyone, still Dream is convinced when he comes to visit you that she’ll love him and Karl is convinced that spending this week visiting them he’ll be able to make her love him. You’re not confident of either of those things happening but it makes you happy to see them so confident and happy so who are you to destroy their happiness.

Another small time skip and suddenly it’s Tuesday afternoon and time for you to leave, after spending an extra few minutes telling your cats goodbye and promising you’ll be back soon and that they know karl and he’ll take amazing care of them. Karl finally manages to pull you out the door and suddenly it’s all becoming more real than ever… It’s so real you’re frozen in place just standing outside your door, Karl locks your door for you and helps you sit on the ground outside your door rubbing your back “it’s okay everything is gonna be fine, we’re gonna get you to the airport the plane ride is gonna be your smoothest ever and when you get there they’re gonna be there waiting for you smiling widely and with open arms ready to give you the biggest and best hug you’ve ever had apart from my hugs” you nod and then giggle softly both because of how you don’t believe at all his statement of them being there waiting and smiling with open arms and also at his joke “Thank you Karl you’re the best you know that right?” He smiles softly squeezing your shoulder reasssuringly before smiling hopefully “so much the best that you’ll tell me who you’re meeting?” You giggle rolling your eyes “nooo not that much the best but I can give you another hint” he nods “okay okay go on!”

“Okay so I’ve never met them, I’ve never been to the place they live and they’ve been on my stream within the past month” Karl hummed in thought able to rule out, Sapnap, Dream, Alex, and Boomer… That still left way too many people so he shrugged “I don’t know I guess I’ll have to wait like everyone else” You smile softly “Well I can also say at least one person knows, I don’t know if the person I’m meeting told anyone but I assume they told at least one person so hehe” He gasps in mock offense “you told someone?! And that someone wasn’t me?! I’m so wounded!” You laugh at his dramatics “yes yes I did, it’s not that I don’t trust you obviously I do but it was just this certain person for some reason came to mind first but I wanted and still want to tell you as well but the person I’m meeting with wants to keep it very private for right now” he smiles softly hugging you gently “it’s okay don’t worry about it I’m happy for you okay? Now let’s get you to that airport!”

So now you were off! In no time you managed to make it to the airport and you had to admit it was kinda hard to leave Karl, you didn’t get to see him often as you would like.. He was always busy with mr beast and his own projects and you weren’t one to go out much so while you were frequently invited to be in mr beast videos you rarely agreed to them.. Karl sighs softly as he helps you get your bags, he sets them down beside you and hugs you tightly pressing a kiss to the top of your head “Be safe okay? Text me when you land” You hug him back even tighter and nod softly “I will don’t worry, I love you” after a few moments he lets you go “I love you too” Soon enough it was time to board the plane, the plane ride went fairly smooth only one crying toddler who luckily fell asleep and little turbulence and when getting your bags you even ran into a few fans who you gladly took pictures with and who tried light heartedly to get you to spill who you were meeting with to which you simply laughed and gave them a few extra wrist bands you kept with you and gave them to them as you said sorry that you weren’t able to tell them.

Today was finally the day! I rushed to finish getting ready knowing y/n should be arriving to the airport in no time and just as I finished getting ready and grabbed my keys my phone began ringing I quickly picked up and smiled brightly hearing y/n’s voice “hi calla! I just made it to the airport and got my bags! Are you here?” I quickly typed “not yet I’m leaving now I should be there in like thirty! I’m sorry I’m running a little late I couldn’t find the last piece of my outfit” They laughed softly and I blushed softly holding back my own laugh at how infectious theirs was “It’s okay i understand it’s a big thing so the outfit needs to be just right haha I’ll see you soon okay?” Though they can’t see it I nod excitedly as I respond “Yes see you soon can’t wait!” With that I hang up and make my way out the door, soon enough I’ve made it to the car and after what feels like forever but it’s really maybe forty five minutes at most I’ve finally made it to the airport! I take a deep breathe closing my eyes and opening them moments later..

I quickly put on my captain America mask, my light up red nose and raise my hood… Was I embarrassed? Yes definitely, was the chance of making y/n laugh and ensuring they would recognize me worth it? There’s no doubt it’s worth it… Another deep breathe and I manage to get myself into the airport and I begin scanning for y/n and within a few minutes I spot them! I quickly wave at them smiling widely and they break into a smile before trying to contain their laughter, I make my way over to them and press my nose to make it light up and thats when the dam breaks and they’re ever so melodious laughter rings through my ears…There’s something different about it this time though it sounds even better, it feels even more special, it makes me heart soar more than ever before. I find it hard to contain my own laughter a very small snicker escaping causing me to blush and quickly cover my mouth..

You’re practically doubled over in laughter in the middle of the airport but you don’t care you’re with Callahan and everything just feels so right… A few moments pass and you finally collect yourself, you boop his light up nose, he squints his eyes a bit and then pulls the nose off placing it gently on your own. You smile softly at him and start to stand on your tip toes to ensure you can reach his nose but then stop yourself realizing this isn’t Karl or Dream or even Sapnap this Callahan we’ve never met before you can’t just kiss his nose, or grab his hand as we walk or hug him.. He looks at you curiously and you simply play it off “You have a very nice nose” Your eyes widen realizing how that sounds “wait wait I mean this nose not your nose I mean not not that your nose is bad it’s a great nose I just ugh forget it let’s just go so if I embarrass myself anymore at least we’ll be alone”

He smirks softly nodding and holding a hand out for one of my bags, you hand it to him and smile and his smirk turns to a smile as he slings the bag over his shoulder and then holds his hand out again… You’re confused at first and go to push the handle of your wheely bag into his hand but he shakes his head and grabs your hand clasping your hands together.. You blush a light pink smiling happily as you walk off hands swinging softly, you don’t speak until you’ve made it to his car and he signs that you can choose the music. You smile softly connecting your phone to his Bluetooth and deciding to do a mix of new boy bands you liked and nostalgic songs.. You start with love song by why don’t we, you tap your hand to the beat humming a long at first but then softly singing… Callahan sneaks small glances at you smiling brightly seeing you beginning to let yourself loose.. Next comes this love by maroon five your eyes widen as you hear a tapping and then humming as you’re singing, you smile widely as you look to Callahan and see him jamming out! He notices you looking and blushes and stops but you shake your head and giggle “Don’t stop it’s okay I like it maybe we can harmonize together” He smiles a bit and nods, you begin singing again and he taps to the beat and then begins humming once more and in no time you’re harmonizing.. The song ends and you glance at each other wide smiles on your faces and light pink hues dusting your cheeks… You begin to just let a random playlist play different songs ranging from toxic by Britney Spears to The right stuff by new kids on the block plays but then hey Stephen by Taylor swift pops up and suddenly the lyrics come flooding into your mind and you blush brightly quickly skipping it, it’s too early to be playing that, it’s too early to be thinking of Callahan like that and making it so obvious… Luckily for you just before the lyrics really start you’ve made it to Callahan’s house..

Calla quickly hops out and helps you grab one of your bags his other hand grabbing your free one as he leads you to his door.. As you step inside you glance around smiling it’s very clean and simple sure it definitely looks lived in despite what you can see by the bag of trash calla forgot to take out the cleaning supplies he forgot to put back under the cabinet it looks lived in but in a very good way in a comforting way.. You’re not scared you’re gonna ruin anything or like you’re gonna mess anything up “Calla it’s beautiful” He smiles sheepishly as he signs “It’s not much but it’s home here come here and I’ll show you your room and then show you around” You nod and allow him to continue holding your hand as he takes you to your room, once you reach your room he lets go and sets your bag on the bed and you roll your other bag beside it and you nearly shiver at first… Not because the room is cold but your hand is cold and empty feeling like you’ve been outside playing in snow without gloves on so now your hand is freezing but yet feels empty not having the cold snow in it anymore…

He signs “I’ll uh let you settle in and when you’re done you can come out to the living room and we can order pizza or something and watch some tv” You nod and smile softly “Thanks that sounds great” he nods and leaves and so you begin unpacking and as you’re unpacking you get a call it’s from Niki, you smile widely and excitedly as you pick up “Hi Niki!” She smiles excitedly waving “Hi y/n! How’s everything going?!” You sigh in happiness and content as you say “It’s going great ihihi ehe I don’t know if he would like for me to say this but he showed up at the airport dressed like his minecraft skin!” She giggles “No way?! So you still haven’t even seen his face?” Your eyes widen as you suddenly realize “You’re right I haven’t, well I haven’t seen his whole face and I haven’t even seen his hair” Her eyes widen as she says “Is he ever gonna show you his face or what’s going on with that?” You shrug softly grabbing your phone as you finish unpacking “I don’t know honestly? I’m not gonna rush him into doing anything ya know? I mean I know at some point he’s probably gonna take the mask off and he has to take the reindeer onesie off sometime” she nods “Oh yea no no I wasn’t trying to pressure him or anything I was just genuinely curious,so what are you gonna do for your first night and where’s calla’s room compared to yours?” You smile and blush a bit “We’re gonna order pizza and watch tv and his room his just down the hall from mine there’s a bathroom in between our rooms” she wiggles an eyebrow teasingly “So are you gonna cuddle during the tv watching?” You roll your eyes light heartedly “No probably not I don’t wanna make him uncomfortable but then again I don’t know.. maybe… because well…” you pause blushing more hiding your face in your hands as you try and wipe the absolutely love sick look off your face but you’re unable to, Niki’s smile can’t get any wider as she excitedly asks “What what what because what?!” You bite your lip a bit and then take a small breathe before saying “Well he grabbed one of my bags when he met me at the airport and he held his hand out so I thought he wanted my other bag but he shook his head grabbed my hand and held it… and when we were walking to his car his kept holding my hand and when we got to his place he did it again and he actually didn’t let go until he let go so I could unpack…. And you know it’s weird.. my hand has felt cold ever since he let go…” Her eyes soften and she coos softly “Aweee y/n that’s so cute! Maybe you can hold hands when watching tv or something then I’m sure he wouldn’t mind” You nod “maybe maybe I don’t know I’m just so nervous to mess up I mean we’re friends we’re not anything else and this is our first time meeting and as far as I know his first time meeting any of us so I just want it to be good” she nods “Don’t overthink! It’s good you wanna take it slow and it’s good that you’re being cautious and concerned about his needs and comfort but don’t forget your own needs and comfort okay?” You smile thankfully at her “I won’t I won’t! I’m gonna go now I don’t wanna keep him waiting any longer, I love you thank you for everything” she smiles lovingly at you “Of course darling I love you too I’m always here day or night whatever you need whenever you need it bye have a good time” you nod “I will! Bye!”

So with that the call ends and you change into some simple pajama pants and a t-shirt before heading to the living room.. Your eyes widen a bit and seeing the back of Callahan’s head seeing his shortish brunette hair, but then you smirk to yourself a bit seeing he’s stood distracted looking through the TV for a decent movie or TV show… You sneak behind him and poke his sides! He jumps and lets out a small squeak whipping around to face you with wide eyes before his eyes narrow and he playfully smirks at you but then smiles mischievously… “Ohoho mahhannn that was sohoho gohohohod” You were lost in giggles but then saw his face and looked at him and began backing up nervously “Calla… whatever you’re planning d-don’t…” He pauses faking as if he’s thought before shaking his head no and quickly running at you, grabbing you and carrying you to the couch! You squeal in surprise giggles already tumbling out “EEP CALLA Nohohoho!” He tosses you gently onto the couch and carefully sits on your waist straddling you, you cover your face whining softly “Callahahaaaaa” You hear him snicker and you squeak and flinch feeling his hands shoot towards your sides even though they never touched you… You heard a very small laugh and your smile widened as you peeked out from behind your hands and Calla was smiling widely at you lost in thought it seemed…You smirked a bit and poked his stomach and he jumped covering his stomach before his eyes lit again with mischief and his hands darted towards your sides… This time though making contact! His fingers began curiously poking at your sides and he couldn’t help the delighted smile on his face as you squirm back and forth between his poking fingers, soon pokes turn to scribbles and scribbles to squeezes and you’re left laughing your heart out gasping for breathe but you wouldn’t have it any other way… Suddenly a knock is heard interrupting your laughter as Calla pauses and you both realize the pizza is here! Calla swiftly hops off you and runs to the door to pay before you can even manage to collect yourself enough to stand, let alone make it to the door.

Calla already knew all your favorite toppings seeing as you shared most of the same favorite toppings, he came back to the living room carrying two big pizza boxes, a medium box and a very small box… You went to the kitchen and began grabbing you and Calla drinks and plates and by the time you got back Calla already had everything ready to serve and had on the aristocats! You smile fondly at him setting your drinks down as your hand instinctively in a way gently cups his face as you run your thumb along it, he shivers slightly at the coldness of your hand and you giggle “sorry I forgot my hand would be cold, anyways you didn’t have to turn this on we could’ve watched whatever you wanted to” he shrugs softly before his hand comes to cup yours pushing it further against his face as his other hand signs “No you’re the guest so you get first movie choice and since I already know all your favorites and you’ve been talking about wanting to watch this one for weeks we’re watching this one okay?” You smile slightly wider as you nod “Okay whatever you say Calla, I’m not some kind of royalty though so don’t treat me like it okay? I’m just y/n I’m nothing special” even though you may not have necessarily meant to sound so self deprecating or depressing it still hurt Callahan deeply to hear you talk about yourself like that he sighed quietly as he gently removed your hand from his face and in a gentle movement cupped your face with both his hands as he closed his eyes for a few moments before opening them again he did not expect this to happen so soon but he’s gonna follow his gut… He shakily open his mouth saying “y/n p-p-please don’t t-talk a-about yourself like that… you’re even better than royalty honestly… You’re one of the best things to ever happen to me in my entire life and I’ll forever be grateful for you and I… well I… I hope you feel the same… Can I um? Am I allowed to? Is it okay if I?….”

You’re stuck in shock for a moment processing hearing his voice for the first time ever, it’s so nothing like you ever expected yet also somehow it fits him perfectly and you wouldn’t change it at all after finally recollecting yourself you nod and close the gap between your faces… Your lips connect and it’s almost like you feel a little explosion in your stomach like hundreds of mini fireworks went off…The fireworks increasing as he cups your face with both his hands…After a few more seconds you each break apart smiling at each other while blushing bright red… You look at Calla curiously “so um what does this mean?” He shrugs softly his voice a bit scratchy because it’s not used much at all “Well what do you want it to mean?” You shrug back “Well I mean I’d like it to mean something special… I’d like it to mean we’re a thing honestly but I don’t wanna rush you or rush things I mean this is our first time meeting this is literally my first night here and we’ve already kissed… Which I loved the kiss don’t get me wrong I loved it but I guess just for now it’ll be a kiss and nothing more? We’ll just give it the rest of my time here and see at the end of the week to see how we feel? And we’re definitely not going to tell anyone because it’ll make it all harder agreed?” He nodded laughing softly at the last bit “that sounds good and yes I definitely agree, um I know I like just started using my voice but can I go back to signing my throat is actually getting really sore” Your eyes soften as you nod “of course! Never feel like you have to talk to me okay? Don’t force yourself I’m just fine with us using sign to communicate though your voice is really nice to hear don’t feel pressured or insecure or anything I lo-I um… I…” His eyes widen a bit as his blush darkens and he signs “You what? Why do you almost never say you love me?” You sigh softly glancing away before staring at your lap “Because it’s not the same and I was scared… I didn’t wanna say it because when I say it to you I don’t mean it how I say it to everyone else and I just it didn’t feel right saying it to you so much and it being something completely different” He holds your hand gently rubbing his thumb on your palm making you giggle softly and his eyes soften as he uses his free hand to say “It’s okay I get it and I appreciate it now actually knowing why you didn’t say it and I lo- you too!” You smile and roll your eyes light heartedly squeezing his side “You’re such a nerd dude” he squeaks at the squeeze narrowing his eyes playfully and you smirk “You know I still haven’t gotten my revenge yet…” His eyes widen as he backs up and begins to try and stand as he signs “Y/N don’t do it…”

My eyes are widened as I’m backing up seeing the mischievous glint in y/n’s eyes as they say “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t” I sit for a moment trying think of one and just shrug, they snicker “Welp I don’t see or hear you giving me a good reason” With that they begin scribbling on my sides and despite my best efforts to hold back I can’t and I break into giggles that near soft laughter the closer to my ribs or hips they get! They definitely notice because soon after they move one hand to my hip squeezing and kneading as their other scribbles up and down and inbetween my ribs! I let out the most embarrassing squeal before falling into loud laughter! I attempt to squirm away from them but as they hit a couple particularly sensitive areas I actually fall off the couch sending us tumbling the two of us in an out of breathe heap on the floor.. We both groan softly and then giggle “Like the view? Cause I kinda like my view” They scoff and lightly slap my arm before getting off me and pulling me up, I pull them into a hug and they seem worried at first and tense maybe thinking I’m gonna tickle them again but they sigh contently as I fall gently back onto the couch with them keeping my hold on them as I press play on the movie… Y/n falls asleep about half way through the movie and I don’t have the heart to move them so I simply turned on another movie and soon fell asleep my own self..

#Callahan x reader #x reader fic #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x reader

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sluttbuttsstuff · 3 years

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Silver Chariot Agency: An Introduction

This is the first chapter/prologue to my jjba sugar daddy au. To clarify, it’s modern day, with reader x various Jojo characters, all of which are of age, and “sugar daddies”. I’m hoping to have several options/outcomes for various characters, kind of like a chose you own adventure story, or a dating visual novel. As a note, this story may contain some dark themes and content, including drug use, yandere, sex scenes, and other things I haven’t currently planned out.

TLDR: this is the story about Y/N, who starts working at Polnareff’s sugar daddy agency and meets lots of hot jojo guys

ENJOY!!!

“Mr. Polnareff is ready to see you now!” The cheerful secretary (Suzy, you think) calls out, breaking you from your stupor and ushering you behind large, intimidating doors. You grew up with dreams bigger than this, having a good career, doing something important with your life, but life had other plans. You’ve been unemployed for nearly a year, and despite all the classes you’ve taken, interviews you’ve aced, and concessions to pay and pride just to be considered, you still had no job, and your unemployment had finally run out. Long story short, you were desperate. That’s when you first heard about the Agency.

You had noticed an email from the Silver Chariot Agency buried between job applications and rejection letters, and confusing it for a job offer, had opened it to read. According to the email, you had been “scouted” as someone with the qualifications to apply for what appeared to be a Sugar Daddy, or Escort, service. The email was polite, open and honest, but you couldn’t help but be a bit skeptical, if not mildly offended. There’s nothing wrong with sex work, mind you, but it wasn’t something you had any interest in if you could avoid it. You weren’t interested in selling yourself, and even if you weren’t wealthy, you weren’t ready to auction off your time to creepy old perverts just yet. Not to mention, how safe were these agencies? Still, the email had an open doors policy for any questions, as well as a phone number and email to direct all your questions. You were going to delete the email, but somehow you couldn’t bring yourself to. You saved it in your folder, and forgot about it for a few months.

Cut to today: you couldn’t cover your rent, your auto bill, and your credit cards were maxed out. After sending an email, and talking on the phone to a cheerful woman, she convinced you to visit their offices and talk to their C.E.O, who was visiting your nearest location on business. Surprised by their openness, and relieved not to have a door slammed in your face for once, you made an appointment and were now following Suzy through an impressive office space. Silver Chariot had its own expensive looking building, with high ceilings, metal tones and spotlessly clean wall to wall windows and mirrors. The place reeked of elegance, intimidatingly so, and you regretted your outfit choice for this interview.

Suzy finally escorted you into a conference room, with an expansive metal table and tufted leather chairs that probably cost more than your car. Then, at the end of the conference table, you saw a silver haired gentleman, who Suzy introduced as, “Mr. Polnareff, this is y/n, call me if you need anything!” and with that, she left and closed the door. You noticed Mr.Polnareff didn’t stand up to greet you and shake your hand-not out of rudeness, but because he was in a wheelchair. On top of that, he had an unusual looking eye patch, and despite clearly being too young to be considered elderly, had prematurely grey hair slicked back in an unusual pompadour.

He shook your hand firmly, and smiled at you as he greeted you, “It’s so lovely to meet you, y/n, I've been looking forward to seeing you in person. Tell me, what brings you here today?” He asked, sitting forward and listening intently. You fiddled with your hands, trying to politely, but vaguely, explain your situation, without sounding too much like a sob story. Polnareff listened without interrupting, merely nodding, as you explained what you’ve been through.

“That sounds like a difficult situation- it is difficult in this day and age for young people to support themselves, even more so when they have no one to help them when needed. I, myself, had to support not only myself, but my younger sister, Cherie, when I was your age. It was difficult, to say the least, and I didn’t always handle it gracefully to be honest with you. When my sister saw how much we were struggling, she decided to try helping herself and me by turning to sex work.”

You were shocked by his openness, telling so much of his personal story to a total stranger interviewing at his agency. He continued,

“Back in my day, the streets of France were not a safe place to sex workers, least of all vulnerable women unable to defend themselves. It was one of those nights, while my sister was working, that she was tragically attacked and killed. She had no way of protecting herself, as I wasn’t with her, and the police were just as dangerous. She died alone because no one was willing to help save her, myself included. He paused, rubbing his temples as he remembered.

You tried to stop him, “Um, you don’t have to-” you began, but he held up a hand and assured you,

“I am fine, it is a painful, but old wound, and important you hear. It was the most devastating event of my life, but it shaped me into the man I am today. You see, because of what happened to my sister, I was determined to provide a safe place to any and all women and sex workers, no questions asked, to protect them from things that could happen to them. Sex work is not something to be criminalized or judged; it is the oldest profession and a valuable work. So, The Silver Chariot Agency provides a safe way to support those in the industry. That being said, working as an escort, or as it's sometimes called, ‘sugar baby’-”

he punctuates the term with bunny ear fingers, “-Can be dangerous work. There is always a risk of assault, and rape, however hard we may try to combat it, but our agency has extremely strict policies and protection plans to protect our workers in either case. I promise , should you decide to work here, that I will do everything in my power to keep you safe.” Polnareff grabs your hand, looking into your eyes, intensely.

You know you’ve just met him, but you’re inclined to believe Polnareff. He’s either an excellent liar, or simply cares deeply about his company and employees.

“There are, of course, other things to consider before you decide to take this job. It is a job, and many of our clients aren’t looking for romance, but some are hoping to find love and a potential romantic partner via our agency. Some are looking for purely sexual relationships, and some want nothing to do with sex. Some of our clients are involved with...less than legal hobbies and activities, and we strongly caution you not to get involved, as our legal department and contracts can only protect you so far. If you decide to engage, do so with caution.

“ Lastly, you ultimately get to decide who you want to pick as your clients, so choose wisely. I have Suzy-” He gestures to the woman, presumably waiting down the hall to escort you when ready, “Write up summaries and information on every applicant who have expressed an interest in our agency. Make sure to carefully review them, and choose the client you think will have the best relationship.” He finishes, giving you a lot to think of. He can see the gears turn in your mind, and gives you time. “Please, don’t feel like you have to respond today. Or, if you try this out and don’t like it, you can leave the agency or specific clients, with no fear of repercussions.” He Pulls away from the table, and turns towards the door, before pausing.

He seems to change his mind, shaking his head as Suzy gets the door for him.

“I look forward to seeing you again, regardless of your decision, mon amie. I’ll let Suzy handle the rest for today, thank you. If you decide to accept, just call Suzy and ask her to see some client applications to pick out who you’d like to work with. Au revoir.” And with that, Mr. Polnareff disappears with surprising speed. Any other questions and details are handled by Suzy, who cheerfully tells you about the position, average salaries, tax information, and your typical FAQ. You listen mutely, occasionally nodding along, but you’re still thinking about everything Polnareff told you. You could not only support yourself with this job, but make a killing, while still being safe and having a say in the relationships. This could work. This could work…

Less than 24 hours later, Suzy gets another phone call at the office. “Silver Chariot Agency, this is Suzy, how may I assist you today?” She asks cheerily. A familiar voice whispers on the other end, “Do you think I could see some of those client Applications, please?”

#jjba #fic #sluttbuttsstuff #sugar daddy!au #reader insert

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fallingforunrealisticromance · 3 years

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I've got you - Derek Morgan x fem!reader part3

A/N: Thanks to @wanniiieeee for the idea:)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1907

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I checked my phone for what felt like the hundredth time in the past 20 minutes, my body wracked with nerves. After that night at Derek’s, he’d asked me to be his girlfriend and obviously I’d said yes. It was still incredibly new for us, seeing as it had only happened a few days back, but I couldn’t be happier. There were only two things weighing on my shoulders – telling the BAU lot, and Sean. I felt so guilty. Even though me and Sean were nowhere near being official as we’d only been out on a few dates, I couldn’t help but feel like I’d gone behind his back. He’d been nothing but sweet to me and the thought of hurting his feelings was killing me. But I knew I couldn’t be happy with him, not in that way anyway. Derek had suggested to just call him, but this felt more like something that needed to be done in person. So, I’d texted him asking if he wanted to grab a coffee and that I needed to talk to him.

“Hey, sorry I’m late traffic was a nightmare” He said, smiling as he sat down.

“Yeah no worries I get it.” I replied, returning his grin. “So how are you? How’s work going?”

“Yeah I’m doing good. The jobs going great, this new bakery I’m working at is so much better than the last place. You should swing by sometime; I might be able to snag you a free doughnut.” He joked.

“Oh, for free food? I’ll do anything” I said trying to hide my nerves. Sean cleared his throat.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” Here goes nothing. I took a deep breathe before answering.

“Um, the thing is that I- well you know, you’re a great guy but- it’s just- I don’t wanna-“ I stumbled over my words, unsure of how to phrase it.

“Just take a breath Y/N, it’s okay.” Sean said calmly.

“Me and Derek are together.” I blurted out.

I held my breath as my eyes scanned over him, trying to get a grasp as to what he might be feeling. Anger. Hurt. Betrayal. All of the above. But just like his brother, he was impossible to read. He was leant back in his chair, just sort of looking ahead of him. A neutral expression on his face.

“Sean I’m so sorry, I don’t even know how it happened – it just kind of did. You’re such a great guy and if it’s not to selfish of me I’d love to remain friends? But if your mad at me or anything like that I will totally understand.” I rambled anxiously.

Sean let out a small chuckle at my rushed state before leaning forward and placing his hands over mine.

“I’m not mad. These things happen you know. And as much as I enjoyed the dates we had; nothing was set in stone it was all relatively new so don’t feel bad about anything. We will definitely remain friends, I still need my drinking buddy.” He said nudging me arm. “I hope you and Derek will be happy together.” He gave me a genuine smile allowing me to relax.

“Thank you for understanding.”

“It’s all good” He replied. “So, what did my brother think?”

I chuckled, relaxing back into my seat.

“We haven’t told any of his team yet. I’m actually going there later to tell them.”

“Wow today is full of confessions”

“You got that right.”

Me and Sean spent the next few hours chatting about anything and everything

. Suddenly my phone rang, and Derek’s name flashed on the screen.

“Sorry I’ll be a minute” I said before standing up to take the call.

“Hey Derek”

“Hey you. How’s my favourite girl doing?”

“I don’t know I haven’t spoken to Garcia today” I teased.

“Hey, come on now, you know you’re my favourite.” He replied.

“Come off it, we all know Garcia will forever hold that position. But that’s okay because not only do I love her, but I’m also the one you come home to every night.”

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

I could practically hear his smile through the phone.

“Anyway, to what do I owe the pleasure of this call?” I asked.

“Well, I wanted to see what time you’d be coming by the office. Oh, and check to see how things went with Sean”

“Things with Sean went great. He was so understanding and not mad at all. We’ve literally just been talking for hours. I don’t know why I was so stressed.”

“Because you overthink everything” Derek quipped.

“Um rude”

“But true”

I rolled my eyes while biting back at smile.

“Whatever. I’ll probably be able to come by in about 10 minutes. Sean has to get to work anyways.”

“Okay I’ll see you in a bit then.”

“Yep see you soon.”

“I love you gorgeous.”

“I love you too idiot”

I hung up the phone before he could bite back a response. Shoving my phone in my pocket I headed back into the café.

“Hey, so I guess it’s time for me to tell the team.” I said to Sean.

“Ah the time has come.” He laughed, standing up. “Well good luck, and if any of them give you shit – let me know”

“Sean in the nicest way possible, what could you possibly do? Tell them off?” I joked.

“Hey! I’ll have you know I can be quite intimidating when I like to be” He defend.

“Mhm sure you can. Now run along to your bakery.”

“You wound me. Truly.”

I laughed before waving goodbye to him and jumping back in my car.

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The elevator ride to the BAU department was probably the most nerve-wracking trip. I was trying to convince myself that if Sean could accept it, there should be no reason for these lot not to. But to be honest, I think I was more worried about the a million questions we were about to get bombarded with. I mean Emily was already rooting for us. So yep, definitely more freaked for the questions. Derek was right, I over think stuff too damn much. As the doors open, I saw the man himself waiting at his desk for me. As his eyes caught mine, he flashed me that heart melting smile making me forget any worries I had.

“Hey” He greeted before wrapping his arms around me. “You nervous?”

“Nah. I was but realistically what’s there to be nervous about? At the end of the day, I still have you and that’s all I need.” I replied. He smiled brightly at me before leading me into the bullpen.

“Y/N! It’s good to see you.” Spencer called.

“Hey spence. It’s good to see you too.”

“Hey pretty boy, do you know where the others are? I wanna talk to you all.”

Spencer’s brow furrowed. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine. Can you just grab the others? We’ll wait in the meeting room.” Derek replied before heading to the stairs. I saw Spencer shoot us a look before getting up to find the team. Derek leant back on the table.

“So how are you planning on telling them?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Me? I’m not telling them you are.”

“Why me?”

“Derek they’re your team. Not mine. Plus, I already had to tell Sean and that was stressful enough as it is so why would i-“

“Baby hey, stop pacing I was joking”

I hadn’t realised that was pacing back and forth across the room until he said that.

“Not nervous huh?” He joked. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. “Hey, come here”

I made my way over to him, standing between his legs. His arms gravitated towards my waist as I looped mine around his neck.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked softly. I moved my hands to fiddle with the collar of his shirt before answering.

“I just really don’t want to mess this up.” I whispered,

“Nothing the team can say will change anything-“

“No Derek I mean this, us.” I muttered. He placed his hand under my chin, lifting my eyes to meet his.

“Nothing you can do will change how I feel about you okay? I’m in this for the long haul.” His words made my stomach flutter.

“I love you.” I said before leaning in to kiss him. Even though it wasn’t the first, he took my breath every time. His lips just felt so perfect on mine.

“FINALLY” A shrill voice from behind us made us jump apart from each other. I turned to see the team standing in the doorway, a mixture of emotions on their faces. The voice that had scared us belonged to Garcia as she stood there grinning like the Cheshire cat whilst clapping her hands happily.

“Details now. When? Where? How long? Can I plan the wedding?” She gushed. I could feel my face burning bright red as I stood there unable to talk. Derek stood up, snaking his arm around my wait.

“Relax babygirl. We’ll explain everything” Derek said to her.

“T-that’s not exactly how we planned to tell you” I said, the embarrassment of being caught by our friends beginning to sink in.

“It’s about time” Emily chipped in, nudging me on the arm. “I’ve been waiting.”

Derek shot her a confused look. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I mean considering what happened at yours the other night, I figured it would happen sooner or later” She replied, shrugging her shoulders.

Derek looked at me. “You told her?”

“She literally came over and I was freaking out of course I told her” I replied, laughing.

“What happened at Derek’s?” Garcia called, her eyes darting between the three of us.

“Emily went over to check on them because neither of them were answering their phones..” JJ answered.

I looked at Emily. “So, you told JJ?”

Emily held her hands up defensively. “She’s my girlfriend I had to.” I rolled my eyes.

“And by doing that she interrupted them about to kiss” Spencer piped up. My jaw dropped.

“You told Spencer too?” I looked at Emily accusingly.

“No! I only told JJ” I turned to JJ, raising my eyebrows expectantly

“He’s my best friend.” She replied.

Derek sighed. “Okay so was there anyone who didn’t know?”

“Well technically me and Hotch didn’t know but we had a feeling.” Rossi answered. “Actually, that reminds me, you owe me ten bucks Aaron”

I threw my hands up. “Oh, brilliant so three of you knew and the other two had a bet on us. Good to know” I said sarcastically.

“I’m feeling rather left out. Why am I the last to find out?” Garcia pouted.

“Gotta save the best till last babygirl” Derek replied, throwing his arm around her giving her a squeeze.

“Good point” She said, the smile promptly returning to her face.

“You two are good together. I hope you’ll be happy” Hotch commented with a tight-lipped smile.

“Thanks Aaron.” I said returning the smile.

“Right” Emily clapped her hands together. “Who wants to go get drinks to celebrate the couple of the hour.” Everyone raised their hands and headed out the door.

“Hey” Emily grabbed Derek’s arm pulling him back slightly. “Be good to her.”

Derek patted her hand. “Always. I’ve never felt like this before about anyone. There’s no way I’m losing her.”

#derek morgan x reader #derek morgan x y/n #derek morgan #criminal minds #bau #bau team #arron hotchner #emily prentiss #jj

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ginanosakka · 3 years

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The Mind of a Monster

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I’m Sorry | Next

“Daddy, why does everyone look like that?” Your young and bright eyes stared up at your father’s, his own having no light or warmth in them, not even as he looked at you.

The smile that crept onto his face scared you, but you smiled back nonetheless like the naive little girl you were, just wanting to return your father’s love. In truth, you had been scared the moment you entered his company office, the automatic shift in energy when he walked in the room from all his employees had you fiddling with your fingers and doing your best to avoid eye contact. It was confusing to you why he wanted you to come with him today to introduce you to his work, but he never greeted anyone or even acknowledged their existence.

You wished you had paid closer attention and broken from his leash sooner.

“My dear, you’ll learn soon enough that these are inferior beings, and how they feel mean nothing when it comes to success.”

Sitting in a conference room filled with heroes was one thing, but sitting in a conference room full of heroes being debriefed on your secret criminal business father was another. Seeing all of these familiar faces made your palms sweaty and an anxious shiver go down your spine. They were all the former class 1-A students who met your father —whether that was by coincidence of scheduling, or these were the ones who couldn’t believe the case at hand, you didn’t know. None of them were as close as Mina and Katsuki so this truthfully had nothing to do with the past, but everything to do with the present news that came out not too long ago.

They were helping to protect their old friend’s child, and his now speculated ‘wife’.

“. . . I can’t give you any more information than that, the old bastard has all of his dirty work under security, but there’s someone who can.” Katsuki said, and you looked up at him from your spot next to Ashido and Kirishima, vacating your thoughts to meet his eyes that had landed on you. “Y/N.” He called, and you stood up from your seat.

You glanced at them all again, taking note of their very clear interest while finding the words to help them understand what you knew. It wasn’t just the ones who you had just seen again for the first time in years, this was also information and a plan that you had not run through with Katsuki, Mina, or Eijirou who had discussed this meeting with you beforehand. Whether it was because all three of them looked so concerned with your safety that your plan would positively not be received well, or simply because you yourself weren’t prepared to put everything at stake wasn’t abundantly clear.

A warm and soft hand grabbed hold of yours from where you stood, and you glanced at Mina to see her smiling with encouragement. “Don’t worry, I’ll have your back, ‘kay?” She said, and you squeezed her hand.

“Okay then. First things first, I want you all to know that I haven’t had contact with him since the last year you have all seen me, not even money related. When I was in close contact with him, I was unaware of any illegal actions he’d done until I was kicked out. Are there any questions on that?” You began, doing your best to get the most obvious questions out of the way first.

The eight heroes in the room — Tokoyami, Sero, Kaminari, Todoroki, Uraraka, Ashido, Kirishima, and Bakugou — all glanced at each other for a moment, and two hands went up: Todoroki, Kaminari. You looked to Todoroki first, his dual colored eyes piercing into yours like he knew you. From what you remembered from all that hero news Ryu loved, he had his own personal family issues that ended up public information. Honestly, you didn’t know if he was looking at you like that because he related to you, or was greatly suspicious of you. Either way, you nodded at him to voice his questions first.

“Did your father use you to fulfill his own goals?”

“Todoroki, let’s stick to questions that have something to do with the crimes and just her father.” Kirishima sweatdropped, and you could see Katsuki’s expression from the corner of your eye that looked like he wanted to send an AP shot right through his left side.

‘Never let him ask me anything, good to know.’

“Kami- Chargebolt, you had a question.” You redirected the attention to Denki who looked as done with Todoroki as the rest of the group, but once you called on him he refocused on you.

“If you knew he was doing illegal stuff at some point, why didn’t you say anything to the police before?” He asked.

The air became thick in the room, and all of them looked at you with their full attention once again, and that’s how you needed it to answer that. What they were about to take on may not be physically exhausting as a villain, but the mental toll this could take would be something they’d never forget. Their images will forever be changed in the media, and they’ll never look at those who run this world the same when you expose to them the man that they’d only met as a hopeful teenager. This was a man who would stop at nothing to stay on top, even going as far as to threaten his own blood’s life to ensure silence.

“When I got kicked out of my home, pregnant and a disgrace to him, he realized that I may not have known much about how the underground business he did, but I could easily stain his image by telling my story. About a month after I was kicked out, when I was two months pregnant, a man showed up at the hotel I was staying at and attempted to kill my baby. I survived with bruises and a stab wound that entered just between my rib cage instead of directly into my stomach. That man was hired by my father to kill me. . my mother had come to the hospital to break that news to me. She is the reason another attempt hadn’t been made on my life, but it was at the cost of me disappearing and never returning again.” You laid out the full story, sparing gruesome details but not leaving any room for confusion or continued suspicion.

Denki looked horrified as he tried to apologize, “I didn’t think he did something like that to you. I’m-“

You cut him off with a raised hand, “that’s why you’re here now. No one knows how evil Eito L/N is, because he’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing to the public. This isn’t your routine evidence and arrest case, and if you think there’s a low that my dear old father won’t reach to make me disappear, you’re going to end up dead, or so far in the gutter of negative media attention that your career will be over in days. You’re going to find out information that will destroy the relationship between you and the men that have made you heroes. As we speak, he is most likely ten steps ahead of us all and expecting us to move as quietly as we can for the sake of your licenses and my business.” You explained, and Uraraka stood up in distress.

“Then we should be looking for evidence! Doesn’t this mean you could be being followed right now? Why are we sitting here discussing it?” She asked, and you nodded in agreement at her words.

“You’re right, but there’s a quick end to this that only I can do at the risk of my own life. . I didn’t go over this with any of you, and I deeply apologize for the trouble I will soon be causing, but I can’t let all of you save my life while I lay down and cower with my son.”

You whipped out your phone and searched up the first news outlet that came to mind, and just as you expected, your video was being played as you spoke. You laid it out on the table after turning the sound up, watching the video you had recorded last night played to the public.

“I am Y/N L/N, the daughter of a very well known man, Eito L/N. Six years ago, he told the public that I went overseas in search of a different life, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. In actuality, six years ago, Eito kicked me out of his home after finding out I was pregnant and used that story to cover up my disappearance. I have since been living on my own with no help or contact from my father, and I urge all of you to look closer at those in power and wealth. You have no idea what they could be doing behind closed doors. Thank you.” You turned your phone off and slipped in back in your pocket as they all took in what you had done, and it was of course Katsuki who spoke up first.

“What the hell did you do?!” He growled, and you met his concerned and angry eyes with frightening intent.

“I’m making this a media circus, Dyanmight,” you smiled.

“You’re drawing him out, but why? Won’t that make this worst?” Tokoyami asked, but you weren’t the one to answer.

“He doesn’t know what she’s going to do. . she’s making it impossible to keep his tracks covered.” Todoroki looked at you, and you both nodded at each other in complete understanding. “Y/N just made this a lot easier for us.”

A/N: I was gonna keep dad’s name neutral, but it just didn’t make sense that they all would constantly refer to him as her father. So evil dad’s name is Eito! This is pretty much a small filler before we reach our real drama and end. I can’t promise a soon update and the hiatus is still very much in motion, but I wanted to get this out to you. I hope you enjoy!

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shadyteacup · 3 years

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Congrats for 300+!!!💕 You deserve even more <3

And OMG why are your angsts always so good😭 The moment I saw the angst prompt 3 “I thought you were dead! You cant just come back to my life after I’ve finally found someone who can make me as happy as you could!”, Dazai and his 2 years of disappearance came into my mind. Maybe Dazai disappeared for 2 years without telling the reader who was madly in love with him (Dazai too) and just when she got over it and found someone else, he came back to find her as he understood how precious she was to him.

I love torturing myself. And I’m begging you to give me that.

Oh God this is some lovely, torturous and harmful angst... You mustn't beg to be tortured, my child, for here I am, providing you with words that cause pain more effectively than the devil himself.😈

Okay, I'm exaggerating, but like, this hurt to write..

Warnings: angst, slight swearing.

Word count: 1457

Dazai Osamu + “I thought you were dead! You can’t just come back to my life after I’ve finally found someone who can make me as happy as you could!”

The Lone Red Rose

It all began with love. Two lost souls had found solace in each other’s arms. She knew he wasn’t the perfect prince she used to dream about. She knew he had flaws. She knew he had shed blood, both his own, and others’. But she loved him, nonetheless. For she could not live without him.

Or so she believed.

What began with love, turned into disaster. He left, not caring to say goodbye. She cried for him.

She knew he wouldn’t leave her like that. So, she had to assume the worst possible case. He was dead. She convinced herself that. She told herself that the only true love of her life had died, and she didn’t even get to say goodbye, hold him in her arms or share one last kiss.

Oh, how wrong she was. Now she knew that he wasn’t dead. He was very much alive. Only now, he’s dead, to her.

“Hi.”

It was that simple. All it took was a small word to ruin her entire life. She had spent multiple years mourning for him. She had to convince herself to move on. It took her way too long to realise that it's okay to move on. And she did. She had finally found someone who made her smile. Someone who loved to make her laugh. Someone who cherished her the way he used to. Someone who cared, loved and pampered. And she had fallen for him. He was her prince, and she was his queen. They were living the fairy-tale life. He had hinted at marriage too. They were truly meant for each other.

But Dazai Osamu had a reputation of being there at the worst possible time. Here he stood, in your doorway, holding a bouquet of purple hyacinths. He looked so different than she remembered him to be. He had finally revealed his other eye. She knew that it was uninjured, they were lovers once upon a time, after all. The fact that he was showing it to the world meant that he no longer killed.

Everything about Dazai Osamu was symbolic. He was a poet at heart. He never missed an opportunity to use symbolism in his daily life.

“It adds depth to one’s life”, he had said to her, all those years ago.

Dazai Osamu was a dramatic poet who could never make the right decisions. He was an excellent conspirator. None of his plans ever really failed. But when it came to matters of the heart, he was as pathetic as a sandpaper towel. All he ever did was scar, never heal.

Purple hyacinths mean “I’m sorry”. She understood why he chose these particular flowers. What she didn’t understand is why there stood, between a sea of hyacinths, a red rose at the centre. Red roses meant love. That died a long time ago.

She let him in anyways, placing the bouquet on the side table, not bothering to place the flowers in a vase.

“Hi? Are you fucking serious?!”

She shouted at him.

He gulped, taking a seat on one of the chairs and fiddling with his fingers.

“I can explain.”

And he did. He explained it all to her. Every single detail of the entire fiasco was explained to her.

“I had to go into hiding. I couldn’t help it.”

“And you couldn’t tell me?”

“Any contact with you would have put you in danger-“

“Bullshit. You could have sent a message through someone. You could have sent me a letter. Anything that would have told me that you were alright. Any fucking sign would have done the trick. You’re the fucking mafioso, come up with some bloody plan! Anything could have worked, you know that, I know that, so don’t even think about bullshitting your way through this.”

He ran a hand through his messy locks.

“The truth is that I didn’t think of it. I thought that you’d be better off believing that I’m dead.”

She was feeling a hurricane of emotions. How could he just assume that?!

“I think it would have been much better if you would have let me make that decision!”

He rubbed his face tiredly.

“My life is back on track now. I have everything that I lost during those 2 years, and more, now. I’m no longer a criminal, but a detective who works against criminals and the mafia. I have everything I could have wished for. Everything but you.”

He leaned forward to grab the bouquet. Pulling out the rose, he got down on one knee and held it up to her.

“Y/N L/N, will you be mine?”

She stood shocked and aghast.

“Are you being serious right now?”, she asked him in a hushed whisper, her eyes hollow and blank. Her eyes held no shine. They looked like hollow, emotionless pits.

“Absolutely. Be mine again. We can be happy together. United after two years of agony.”

She looked at him incredulously and began giggling. She looked maniacal at the moment. Her eyes were wide, her hands flying upwards as she laughed at him, at the situation. But mostly, she laughed at his audacity.

“Do you really think that after everything you put me through, after all those tears that were shed for nothing, I would accept you?”

She glared down at him, giving him cynical look.

“You didn’t even bother to check up on me. You treated me like shit, Dazai. You used me. You wanted a person to hold at night, and you held onto me. But as soon as things got difficult for you, you left. You didn’t even bother to think about me. Did you ever consider the consequences your disappearance would have on me, huh? You worked for the fucking mafia! I always imagined that you’d been killed or kidnapped. For months, I believed that you were kidnapped, and held onto the twisted hope that you’d have survived the torture and that you’d just stroll through the door. Maybe you’d have some extra bandages, but that’s okay. At least you’re alive. But then more months passed. No sign of you. I had to assume.. I had to...”

She couldn’t help the tears that escaped her.

“I had to tell myself that you had died.”

She didn’t realise when her knees gave away, but she soon felt strong arms wrap around her torso to prevent her from falling.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

He whispered in her hair, cradling her in his arms.

“We can figure this out, right? With time, you can accept that I’m back. Maybe we can visit that cake shop that you used to like, or maybe we could go back to that hill to see the stars, or- ”

She pushed him harshly. He stumbled back, widening his eyes at the sudden force.

“I thought you were dead! You can’t just come back to my life after I’ve finally found someone who can make me as happy as you could!”

He just gaped at her.

“You... you found someone?”

She hurriedly wiped her tears from her cheeks. Sniffing, she fished through her pockets for her phone. Pulling it out, she opened her gallery. It was filled with pictures of her and her current lover. She shoved the phone in his face.

“He is smart, handsome, caring, loving, sarcastic, humorous, amazing, gentle and everything that I had ever wanted. He is my everything, and I am his world.”

Dazai’s heart shattered at her words. The pictures were rubbing salt in his wound.

“I love him, Dazai. I love him as much as I used to love you. Hell, I love him more. A lot more than I ever loved you.”

He stumbled back, breathing hard. He had always assumed that she would be waiting for him when he came back. He failed to imagine her with another guy. Of course, she found someone. He had treated her like shit. He had completely taken her emotions for granted. He was only 19 when he had left. Only now was he beginning to understand what it meant to be wise. Back then, he was an emotional wreck. What he did was unforgivable. And yet he hoped to win her over. He had hoped to have her back. But now that was impossible. He had lost her now.

No. He had already lost her two years ago.

Now, all that he could do, was accept defeat and walk away before he hurt her more.

“Forgive me. Goodbye.”

With that, Dazai Osamu disappeared from her life for a second time.

Ahhh... idk abt yall but this physically hurt me... :")

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Loved 8

Danny found himself without human senses or even a rough analogue of a human body. Even so, he still had an understanding of his surroundings, alien senses leaving impressions on his mind.

His body was soft, boneless, rounded, unformed. He was intimately connected to, part of, and entirely surrounded by an infinitely greater being, whom he was dependent on. He was known, all of him, by this being.

If he’d had eyes to cry with, he would have, knowing that he would never be able to know this being as he himself was known.

Amusement and affection – or, at least, things that were like them – pressed into him as the being contracted around him. An object was inserted into the single orifice he currently possessed.

Slowly, Danny became aware of an intense… discomfort in that area. He couldn’t call it pain. He currently had no sense of pain. But he could feel it and he didn’t like it and it was growing—

He woke up, tangled in blankets, skin slick with sweat, head and teeth aching.

Except, he didn’t. He was in the Dream. But if he were in the Dream, what had that been?

Already, many of the details were slipping through his fingers. He could no longer recapture what he had felt, although the general events were still somewhat clear.

He… had sleeping here somehow peeled back the layers of metaphor through which he experienced the Dream? Or had that just been a different metaphor, no truer than this one?

He sat up – or, rather, he tried to. An unexpected weight around neck stalled him. Overnight, the chain of Clockwork’s Love for him (and his Love for Clockwork in return) had more than doubled in size. It had also been reinforced by thick, colorful, silk ropes wound in and out of the links as well as other, smaller, chains.

There were also two of them, now, leading in opposite directions. As if Clockwork’s Love was simply too great to be confined to a single representation.

More carefully this time, Danny sat up. At least the collar, despite being far, far heavier, was no longer configured like a neck brace. Danny could turn his head to look at things.

The dog, evidently sensing an opportunity, deposited itself in Danny’s lap. Danny, not knowing what else to do, started petting it, running fingers through shadowy fur. He had always wanted a dog. Although, he didn’t remember telling Clockwork that…

“Maybe I should name you,” said Danny. He wasn’t sure how he felt about naming a personification of his hate, but he wasn’t sure if that’s what the dog was, or if the dog was just a container for his hate. It was confusing. “How about Cujo?”

The dog wagged its tail agreeably.

“Cujo it is, then.” He sighed and looked around the room. It didn’t have a door or any other visible opening. Honestly, in comparison to everything else he’d experienced in the Dream, that was pretty pedestrian. He supposed he’d just have to wait until Clockwork came back.

Maybe he could take a look at some of those interesting objects along the wall in the meantime? Something in his mind whispered that they were his and they were toys. They could take his mind off the pain building in his jaw and temples.

He stood up and walked almost all the way to the edge of the depression in the floor before being brought up short. He stumbled and sat down abruptly. What-?

The end of the chain was buried in the floor at the center of the depression.

Oh. Well. This whole room was part of Clockwork, too, so Danny really shouldn’t be surprised. It wasn’t like the chain hadn’t acted like a chain before.

Still.

Being forcibly trapped in, well, a crib was infantilizing. Not that everything else about all of this wasn’t. This just seemed like a step further.

The collar hummed lightly against Danny’s throat, eliciting a croon as he reflexively attempted to harmonize. The act settled him somewhat, and he gazed blankly at the runes surrounding the depression. The drop between the depression and the rest of the floor was too high for him to get over by himself anyway… no, that wasn’t right… couldn’t be… he couldn’t see the runes if that was the case, he’d be too short… but the lip there was definitely too tall, he knew it…

He tore his eyes away, squeezing them shut against his suddenly raging headache. The dog, Cujo, padded over to him and sniffed him gently. Danny whined, trying not to cry.

It looks like your horns might be growing in as well, said Clockwork’s avatar, running a hand through Danny’s hair. Poor baby. Teeth and horns all at once. That must hurt.

“Horns? Like Nocturne?”

Yes. They will help you navigate the other layers of the Dream once they are fully grown. With practice.

Danny let Clockwork’s avatar lift his head, resting his chin in its palm. “Layers of the Dream?”

You did not think the Dream was as simple in structure as that place you call reality, did you, little Love? This place you have become familiar with is only the closest layer to that place, no matter how deep you go.

“But—” said Danny, trying to work out how that could be. The answer slotted itself neatly into Danny’s mind. “It’s… like a tesseract?”

More than that, but essentially, yes. The avatar was gathering blankets around Danny again, swaddling him. Danny squeaked and tried to twist away, but the avatar easily anticipated him, and the fight quickly went out of him.

Danny was carried from the room and brought to a long table covered in bowls. The bowls contained pastel orbs of various sizes and colors. A single piece of furniture shaped like a basket woven of silver strips sat next to it. Clockwork’s avatar set him down gently on this piece of furniture and several of the strips peeled off to wrap securely around Danny.

Time for breakfast, said the avatar, happily.

Mentally and emotionally, it was easier to eat the orbs than the obviously alive things of his previous meal. Physically…

Danny asked why the orbs were so tough and difficult to chew. The avatar murmured something about practicing using his teeth. Danny wasn’t exactly in a position to refuse, so he was filled to satiation and beyond, until every piece of food on the table had been eaten.

By the time Clockwork’s avatar lifted him again, he felt exhausted and disgusting.

“Can I go home now?” he asked.

You are home.

“You know what I mean.”

It would be remiss of me to let you go when you are still in so much pain. Besides, sleep is necessary for children such as yourself to properly digest food.

“Don’t want to sleep,” said Danny, alarmed. He didn’t want to go back to the place he was before, where he could not see, hear, smell, taste, or touch.

That is not the only place you may go, said the avatar. In fact, it is rather unlikely for you to return there unless you do so on purpose. It touched the place where one of Danny’s horns would eventually bud. It was tender and Danny whined. Which is not something you can yet do. It paused. Perhaps I could guide you to a… cozy layer. One you might find educational. Would you like that?

“I wanna go home. I feel icky.”

I will set up a bath for you when you wake up.

Danny moaned and tried to tuck his face into the avatar’s shoulder. “Don’t want a bath.”

You do need one eventually.

“Don’t wanna.”

The avatar lowered Danny back into the nest of blankets.

Sleep well.

Danny woke up. This time in an actual crib. A mobile with star shapes hung overhead. He reached up with a chubby baby hand. A medical bracelet jingled around his wrist.

With some difficulty, his hands lacking dexterity, he turned the bracelet over. The writing there was incomprehensible and made him slightly dizzy. He huffed and rolled over before pushing himself up onto hands and knees.

The room he was in was dark, and far more defined than he was used to in the Dream. He could see picture frames on the walls and clocks. Every wall had at least one clock.

He grabbed the top of the crib railing and pulled himself up into a standing position. The rest of the room looked normal. Lived in.

The door opened, letting light in. A figure walked through the doorway and picked Danny up.

“You’re awake already! Ready for the day?”

“Clockwork?” squeaked Danny.

“Hmm, yes. But there’s something else you can call me here, hm?” The figure shifted, light falling on a feminine face and long hair.

“Mama?” tried Danny.

“There we go,” she said.

“Where are we?” asked Danny, lisping his words slightly. He wasn’t sure he had teeth right now. He put his hand in his mouth, feeling his gums. “’s different here.”

“Yes,” said Clockwork, walking out into a hallway. It was bright. There were clocks here, too, evenly spaced on the walls. Danny hid his face. “Oopsie daisy. Too bright, baby?”

“Mhm,” said Danny.

Clockwork balanced Danny on her hip and fiddled with a dimmer switch. The lights dimmed to a more comfortable level. “I’m sorry, baby. I keep forgetting about your eyes.”

“What about my eyes?”

“You’re photosensitive. That’s what the bracelet is for. You need low light.”

“Mama?”

“Hm?”

“What is this place?”

“Ah,” said Clockwork, putting him in a highchair. “A world within the Dream. Once,” she punctuated the word by clipping Danny into the seat, “it was much like the place you were first born. But we came to understand it completely and everything that thought or dreamed opened themselves to us. We engulfed it, brought it here. Now everyone is happy.”

Clockwork put a sippy cup on the little table on the highchair and then several pieces of cereal. Danny didn’t recognize the brand.

“Do I have to?”

“You need energy for today,” said Clockwork.

“But I just ate so much.”

“Not here. Come on, sweetheart. It’s just a little bit.” Clockwork sat down in one of the chairs at the dinning room table, brushing her hair over her shoulder. She smiled. “Isn’t this nice?”

Danny shrugged.

“I know you don’t care for the other part of the Dream, that you find it frightening, so… If you like this place, you can stay here. It’s just like the other place. The one you like. Would you like that?”

“My friends are there.”

“I can bring them here. It’ll be difficult, but very possible.”

Danny shook his head. Clockwork sighed.

“Well. Let’s just see how this day goes before you decide. Maybe you’ll like being here so much you’ll never want to leave at all. Give it a chance. Just for one day, okay?”

“Okay,” mumbled Danny.

“And that means eating your breakfast.” She ruffled Danny’s hair. “Okie-dokie?”

“’Kay.”

Clockwork smiled, eyes crinkling. “We’re going to have so much fun today, just see!”

#danny phantom #eldritch abomination au #loved #dannymay 2021 #dannymay 2021 day 23: cozy #dannymay

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