#siding your hatred feeling fucking away and listening to what he said

[backtochicago]

one more thing i need to say before the stream is i do not like people saying he is an coward when he only let emote only or dnap go down with him. of course he only leave mod to dream and sapnap because yappity and fossabot and every mods else just unmodded the chat and let thousands of doxxing, death threats and wishing harassment of killing himself. how tf viewers can be comfortable enough to watch his confession if those sentences triggers the viewers ??? dnap are the only people willing to control now ( even not knowing if they want to ) and of course again, which leads to emote only chat, so bunch of you don't trigger victims trauma

#stop fucking saying dteam go down forever or coward shits when he starts about to confess a crime #siding your hatred feeling fucking away and listening to what he said #and spend one fucking minute to sympathize the victims who also the viewers for fuck sake #/neg

[oval3000]

Chapter 5

Yandere Psych Patient König x Nurse Reader

Warning: Possesive, Obsession, Death, Gore, Blood, Smut, Toxic behavior, age gap.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

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"Seriously, I'm talking to you and you're dismissing me!" Dr. Smith followed Mr. Miller trying to get off the elevator.

He turned around clenching his fist. His stared at her with pure hatred, "shut. Up. You are a psychiatrist! Do your dam fucking job and leave me out of it. The only way you get to talk to me is if it's work related not to fulfill your pathetic needs. If you're so desperate for sex? Get a dam husband!"

He left the elevator, leaving her shocked. He walked towards the nurse's station and saw you doing your work on the computer. He hasn't spoken to you after his attempt and neither have you. You avoided him like like the plague. After the comfort König gave you, you apologized for how inappropriate it was for a worker to get her personal feelings get in the way of work. He spoke to you with his thick accent, telling you that you're more than just his nurse. It really took you back at how wrong it was for you to have this sort of connection towards a patient. You had to keep your distance, even König made it a bit hard for you.

He's been more comfortable giving you physical touch by touching your cheek with his finger or tracing your hand with his. Even so, he's noticed the distance you made with him. He didn't enjoy it.

Everything has been complicated for you. Your co-wrokers wanted to know why Mr. Miller called you in his office. They were too curious about it and kept nagging you for an answer, but you told them that nothing happened. You wanted to march out those doors and never come back, but it means giving up your lifestyle you have sacrificed to live.

The heels of Dr. Smith came near you and the scent of her strong perfume lingered around you. "Check König's vitals."

"I already did." You pointed to the computer screen of König's last vital check.

She crossed her arms, rolling her eyes, her eyebrows form a sharp arch as her wrinkles showed more perfoundly, "and I'm asking you to do it again." You looked at back the computer, not staring at the screen perse, but just nothing. "Is there a problem (y/n)?"

"No." You got your supplies ready and went into König's room.

He was surprised you came in three times already and dinner time hasn't even passed. However, you're lonely visit was interrupted when Mr. Miller entered the room. He shut the door, which alarmed you. No, he wouldn't, he couldn't possibly, not infront of König, you thought.

"I think we need to talk." He said, watching you prepare to check König. You haven't made eye contact with anyone yet. "About what happened the other day." König tilted his head, listening to the conversation. His fingers tingled a bit, feeling a bit of a twitch. Mr. Miller reached to touch the side of your arm only for you to quickly yank yourself away. " I didn't mean to do those things to you. I was just stress with everything that is going on. Look, your wonderful and beautiful." His placed his hand on your back reaching," why don't I take you out for dinner, my treat," down to your ass. You felt as he gave it a squeeze, which made you jump causing you to bump into the cart. This caused König to stand up.

Was he foolish, stupid. König couldn't believe it. He swooped in and stood between you and Mr. Miller. He stood tall and broad in front of him, making him look like a child wearing a suit. "Wh-what are you doing, König. Get back on your bed." He pointed his finger on his chest, shaky, but trying to keep his confidence. "Listen to me now! Go back to your bed...you fucking looser," he whispered.

"Looser! Looser!"

Without a single thought, a single hesitation. He grasp his finger and with a quick, smooth, swift, König move it to the side. Mr. Miller let out a shriek of pain as he felt the bone of his finger breaking in half. He saw the blood coming out as the bone sticked out. "AAAHH! SHIT!"

He moved his hand with the compound fracture close to him, blood driping down to the floor, covering the white tiles with red liquid.

You covered your ears with the loud scream he made. "HELP ME (Y/N)!" He screamed at you. You were facing König's back. You were afraid. Afraid of everything.

He is going to hurt you too? Is he going to turn around and break your neck? You thought.

"FUCK!" Mr. Miller took another look at his finger and saw the bone clear as day. You peaked through and saw. You walked in front of König and saw the fracture. You were about to grab Mr. Millers hand with the wound, until you felt big, strong, hands on your arm, yanking you away from Mr. Miller. It made you collaps onto König's torso.

You heard multiple people trying to open the door. People screaming at others to get the extra key.

You felt König's breath near your neck. He lowered his head to get close to you. You felt his lips near your ear, "Is he the one, schatz?" Not breaking eye contact with Mr. Miller.

The one. The one that almost raped you in his office. You didn't say anything, you just shook your head to give him an answer.

The door eventually flew open as guards rushed in to assist the situation. They looked at Mr. Miller and saw his despair of his broken finger. Jacob and the fellow nurse rushed to help him, wrapping gauze around to help stop the bleeding while they called 911. Dr. Smith made her way and saw the scene. She was left in shock. Her jaw dropping to the floor. Her eyes widen so big it looked like her eyeballs were going to pop off her eye socket. She followed the blood trails and saw you in Königs brace.

The guards telling König to let you go. Were you his next victim? you thought. Was he going to kill you? Everything was killing you on the inside.

König released the grip he had on your arm. You walked away from him and went towards the guards.

"Sedate him." Dr. Smith demanded one of the nurses. You didn't stand up. You didn't interfere. You watched as they stuck a needle into Königs arm.

He flopped onto his bed unconscious. Everyone left the room including you. They took Mr. Miller to the hospital as the rest of the staff made in the report. Dr. Smith wasn't happy. Not one bit.

She was furious. She stared you and thought about how stupid you look. Just standing there, in shock..maybe. You didn't mutter a word. Your workers tried to question you, what happened? But you didn't give them an answer.

"(Y/n). (Y/n)!" Dr. Smith yelled out. It finally got your attention. Everything went back into sync. The blurred vision finally cleared and the echoing finally stopped. "You need to come with me for the report. Now!"

You followed her into the elevator. Her feisty walked made her heels clink harder on the floor.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, you felt the palm of her hand smacking up against your left cheek. "You stupid bitch!" Your head turned to the side, holding your irritation it developed.

"You bitch! Instead of studying, you're becoming a whore!" The mother smacked the girls cheek, making the girl cry in pain.

"Mom!? Why would you hit me!?" She cried out.

"For being a slut! Just like that cunt that stole your father!" She yelled back at her.

"We were only studying. I was just tutoring him. We did nothing wrong!" The girl tried to reason with her mother, who was in distress with what she thought she caught her daughter trying to seduce one of her fellow classmates, but the truth is she was just tutoring him.

That's all. She was just tutoring the boy who was struggling with math. Until her own mother came in and saw, greeting herself to him, saying goodbye to him. The innocent daughter thinking her mother would be proud of her for helping someone in need. Instead it was all...

"Lies! Don't lie to me (y/n)! I know exactly what you were doing. Seducing that man for your liking." She argued with her 15 year old daughter. "How dare you do this to me. Becoming a prostitute while your own mother is sick!"

"I'm sorry, mom. I wasn't doing anything to him, I swear!" The last plea she gave to her mom before recieving one last slap from her mother.

"You are a nurse and you can't even help someone in need! You let someone like Mr. Miller, who has been nothing but nice to you, get hurt like that!" She yelled at you. Your hand was trying to sooth the irritated left cheek she gave you. "So pathetic! If you think you can get away from this then think again. As soon as he's back, you'll be walking out of here."

She told you to leave. To clock out and take the rest of the day off. She said, she couldn't bare to look at you anymore. Everything you do is a disaster.

"Auughh! What a day!" Jacob groaned, closing the cabinet with the medical supplies.

"I know. Poor (y/n). I feel bad for her. Having to deal with someone like König." She sighed smacking the bottle for it to open.

The other nurse pitched in giving glances to them, "I heard that she gets triple the pay, just to take care of König. That's the reason why we are short staffed and lack of working supplies."

"Are you kidding me! She gets like what? Four patients and gets paid way more then us. Way more then Jacob, who does the heavy lifting. " The nurse, Mia, the one who banged the bottle to open, said.

"Don't feel bad for her anymore, Mia?" Jacob said, standing next to Mia.

"I did, but it's hard to feel bad for someone who does less work and gets paid more then us even though we all have the same title." She scuffed "We all went to nursing school to get our degrees only for us to get bitch slapped. I guess I feel bad, I mean, almost getting killed isn't worth anything."

"I heard that she fucks König and the administrator." The nurse, Wendy, said crossing her arms.

Mia let out a laugh of denial, "No! How!?"

"I mean she's always defending König and the way he held her earlier. They definitely fuck. Plus everytime, she leaves his room, she's happy. You don't walk out of a lunatics room unless he shoved his cock inside your pussy." Wendy leaned in closer to Jacob and Mia, "and i heard from Mr. Miller's secretary that she heard Mr. Miller talking about how good (y/n)s pussy looks like. And that she saw (y/n) walking out of his office with her clothes looking a little shriveled."

"Oh my gosh! Is that why she didn't want to tell us why she was called to his office?" Mia exclaimed with joy, like she was on celebrities gossip. "I mean it makes sense that König broke his finger. Two lovers fighting for the same vigina."

"Are you guys finish gossiping" Dr. Smith said towards the three nurses all huddled up together.

"Sorry." They said in a union.

Dr. Smith smacked the file of paperwork into the small desk. She wasn't deaf, she heard what they were gossiping about.

Mr. Miller and (Y/n). Dr. Smith didn't love it. She stared down at her wedding ring finger.

"You're leaving me!?"

"Sarah, I can't do this. Not with you!" The men screamed at her as he packed his suitcase.

"You're leaving me for that slutty waitress!" She screamed at her husband, yanking out his clothes from the dresser.

"Don't call her a slut! The only slut is you!" He words tamed with anger, burning her heart like acid.

"How many times do I have to apologize!? Me and Ben, it was only a one time thing." She plead trying to get her husband's affection. "I thought we pushed back this."

"No! You pushed it back! You wanted to pretend like nothing happened after you slept with another men! With! Your! Colleague! In! Our! Bed! Sarah!" He pulled his arm away from his soon to be ex- wife from her touch.

"And what! You don't think it hurts me too, to see you with another women. What is it!? What does she have that I don't!?" She cried to him. For an answer an answer as to why her husband went out to sleep with a beautiful waitress that attends him with his needs.

"Loyalty! Respect! Careness!" He answered her walking away from their shared bedroom, rolling his suitcase with him.

"Loyalty!? A homewrecker doesn't have any loyalty!" She chased after him.

He turned to her, hovering over her, "And you do!? She's not a homewrecker. The only homewrecker here is you when you slept with that Miller. You ruined this marriage, not her. You ruined this for us, not her. So go cry to Ben, because I don't care. Goodbye Sarah, have a nice fucking life."

Sarah saw as her husband left her. She reached to her phone. "Ben. Ben is me. He left me, Ben. I'm all alone." She cried to him.

"Dr. Smith."

"So what? You want to fuck her? Is that it. Never head young pussy before?"

"Dr. Smith." She snapped away from her thoughts and looked at Jacob. "König. He's awake."

"Check up on him." She said.

Jacob gave her a nod and walked away.

Jacob entered Königs room alongside a guard. He placed his medication on the table. König stood up. It alarmed them.

All of them.

Dr. Smith couldn't comprehend anything. She was so in her own thoughts, the screams of pain went passed her.

The screams of nurses and guards running. It finally caught her attention. She turned around in her chair and saw Jacob on the floor. His neck slit opened. The blood squirting out of his neck and into the walls and tiles. He tried his hardest to crawl away.

But nothing stopped König. She saw him coming out of his room. The guards ran to him, to hold him down, but all König did was to smash their heads into the wall. Nurses running away from him, but he quickly yanked their hair closer to him. He twisted Mia's neck all the way to the back until her spine cracked open. Wendy tripped on the blood and got her head stomped by his large foot.

Dr. Smith stood up from her chair, seeing the massacre. The screams from guards and nurses ringing in her ears. His eyes landed on her.

She ran. She ran as far as she could. She opened the door for the emergency staircase. She ran while looking back to see if he was still chasing her. Her stupidity of not paying attention caused her heel to miss a step, making her trip down.

Her hands landed on the floor, preventing her face from smashing into the tile floor. She groaned in pain. She looked down and saw her knees, right below her dress skirt, bleeding. She heard the door open and saw König walking down the stairs. She saw the look on his eye.

"Please! Please don't hurt me!" That doesn't stop him from getting close to her. She tried getting up, but her legs felt like they're going to snap. She stumbled down and landed on the floor.

She cried her eyes out. Turning around so her back is faced away from him. " *hic* please! Please don't hurt me! Please!" The Burning tears made it hard for her to see clearly.

König grabbed her neck, lifting her up from the ground. "I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry. I...I'm SO SORRY!"

He grabbed a chunk of her dirty, blonde, hair and with a quick movement, he smashed her head onto the wall...repeatedly. Over and Over.

The blood coming out. The chunk of skull falling to the floor. Her brain matter slushing out.

He threw her dead body to the floor and walked the rest of the stairs down. Finding his old clothing where he first arrived here. His tight compressed black t-shirt, his tan trousers and his black t-shirt- mask, his combat boots.He placed the needle inside his pants and went on to his destination.

Being a computer analyst and specialist really come in handy.

But nothing beats the help of his good ol'pal.

"Hello?"

"Horangi. It's König."

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The night fell. The moon shining through your curtains. You took off your shower robe, put on a bra and a white tank top and some comfy shorts. You fixed your hair and went to the kitchen.

You opened up a tea bag and dumped it into the mug with hot, boiling, water.

Silence filled the room in your apartment. You decided to enjoy this time off. To take advantage of it.

You made your way to the living room and placed the mug onto the glass table, next to the couch. You roamed around to see the remote, but couldn't find it.

The sound a bang coming from your bedroom startled you frozen. You have a view of your room and saw the window, near your bed, open.

Either be stupid like the characters in horror films and check it out, or walk out of this building.

Either way, ignorance is bliss. Pretending that you never heard anything in the first place.

You entered the bedroom, taking precaution, quickly glancing you room and found nothing.

You entered to grab your blanket when out of sudden you felt a hand covering your mouth, preventing you from making any noise. The large hand covering your entire bottom half face. You felt strong wall behind you. "It's okay, die liebe"

He pulled out a needle, the same needle they use to sedate him. He injected it into your arm.

It didn't take long for you to fall unconscious. He lifted you up and carried you, bridal style. He carried you out and placed you in his car. "Don't worry, schatz. Ich bringe dich nach Hause. (I'm taking you home.)" He caressed your cheek, giving you a light kiss on the lips. "unser Zuhause. (Our home.)"

"Mein Liebling."

"Mine."

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod x reader #fanfic #yandere konig #konig x reader #konig #könig call of duty #könig #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig x reader

[actual-changeling]

crowley with chronic pain that gets worse whenever he is forced to return to hell is actually so dear to me and it provides excellent angst material

as someone who had chronic migraines and headaches (not anymore luckily, getting away from my abusive parents solved a lot of issues in that regard) i know exactly how irritated and taut it makes you. the pain never goes away and it never stops hurting, at some point it simply becomes your new normal because it's either that or dying.

so crowley returns from an unplanned trip to hell after doing one good deed too many, and the first and only thing he wants after that experience is aziraphale. his angel is familiar, comfortable, and, most importantly, safe; there's no place he feels and is more protected than in the bookshop with aziraphale by his side.

at first, it's one wave of relief after the other, aziraphale hasn't said anything about his slightly unusual behaviour and silence, just brought him a cup of tea and shooed him towards the sofa. crowley is desperate for a nap, he closes his eyes and blocks out what little light still gets through his shades, every ray of sunshine a piercing knife in his optic nerve, and tries to doze off.

just that aziraphale is chatty today. very chatty. crowley loves listening to him, he really does, but hell is noisy, he is completely overstimulated, in pain, and by god he wants quiet. but he's in aziraphale's home, he's a guest, so he can't ask him to stop talking, can he?

light-headed and with increasing pain, he attempts to ignore it.

it doesn't work.

after about an hour, every muscle in his body is as tense as metaphysically possible, his head is a pulsating drum of pressure and agony, and the next time aziraphale's voice intensifies with excitement, crowley snaps.

"for FUCKS sake angel, can you shut up for one minute? please?"

he regrets it immediately. there's no need to look at him, he knows exactly which expression is spreading across aziraphale's face, and he is not going to cry, he won't, he's a demon.

crowley breathes in the silence, once, twice, three times, each inhale more shallow than the last, and then the frayed thread holding him together snaps, too.

he has miracled himself home before aziraphale can open his mouth or he can make it worse, and his flat is dark and quiet, comfortably cool, and he curls up under his sheets. tears run into his silk pillowcase, the only texture that doesn't exaggerate his migraines, and he spirals down an infinite abyss of guilt and self-hatred until he falls into a fitful sleep.

the pain of loneliness far outweighs that of his migraine, and crowley years and regrets and loves like he always does, like he always has, always will.

(if crowley had waited a moment longer, aziraphale would kneeled next to him, concerned)

(if crowley had tilted his head to look at him, his angel would have gently pressed his palm to his forehead and asked what's wrong?)

(if crowley had stayed, aziraphale would have listened to him talk about hell and the pain it causes him, and he would have understood)

(but they're not like that, are they?)

(but they could be)

#alex writes good omens #good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #go2 #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #consider this a warm up idk #not entirely happy with it but im beating my perfectionism with a stick today

[gyqru]

MOTH TO A FLAME — ethan landry [drabble]

ethan doesn't know how he managed to get with you. everything about you is the complete opposite of him, besides minor things that the two of you share in common. often, he finds himself wondering bout your "true intentions."

he hates to admit it, but hearing people constantly complain that you're way out of his league or that you were “too cool” for him, makes him self-conscious. it started a couple of months ago when the two of you went to a house party only you were invited to.

ethan stood in a corner, wallowing in self-hatred for allowing himself to be put in this situation. he doesn't blame you for how antisocial he is, but he can't help but feel bad that he's not out there dancing with you.

in a crowd not too far from where ethan stands, he can see you surrounded by many of your friends, smiling and enjoying yourself. much more extroverted than ethan, you let yourself loose, not having a care in your head.

after guzzling down the final sips of your drink, you make your way to the kitchen to get a second round. ethan saw this as an opportunity to finally have some fun with you, so he followed you to the kitchen.

ethan was far behind you, struggling to make it past people to reach the kitchen. as you entered the kitchen, a group of girls immediately started talking to you. you weren't particularly interested in these people, but you didn't feel like dwelling on that now.

deciding to entertain their conversation, you mirror their high-pitched voices, greeting all of them with a big smile. immediately, they started to gossip to you, which you usually wouldn't care for, but when the conversation immediately starts about your "loser boyfriend," then yeah, maybe you'll listen in.

almost on cue, ethan scrambled in, huffing as he looked around the small kitchen for you. noticing you are again surrounded by people, he swallows thickly. building up his confidence, he starts walking up behind you. though he couldn't help but overhear what the people around you were talking about.

"did you and that fucking loser finally break up?"

"yeah, like did you finally realize your standards?"

"oh my god, you should definitely go for his friend chad! he's like a major hottie."

not a single one of those girls batted an eye, almost as if he was invisible, as he stood behind you distraught. for a second, somewhere deep in the back of his mind, he thought you were going to say yes you did break up, or something about cheating on him with chad.

though all of that goes through the window as a loud squeal brings him back to reality. "next time, learn to not talk about my fucking boyfriend in front of my face" was all you said before someone was dragging you away.

"crazy bitch! what the fuck is wrong with you?!" the girl you just punched in the face yelled at you, holding her bloodied nose. you only flicked her off and continued to get dragged away.

taking you all the way to his car, ethan couldn't stop replaying that moment in his head. once he was close enough, ethan pushed you against the trunk of his car, smashing his lips against yours.

shocked, you pull away from his hungry kiss. "woah, e, what was that about?" you question, completely caught off guard by your boyfriend's sudden enthusiasm.

"sorry, it's just—what you did back there was, uh..." ethan tries to explain, but his explanation soon dies in his throat. now becoming aware of how sadistic he would sound if he told you how aroused he was watching you defend him like that.

somehow in your mind, you pieced together what ethan was suggesting and gave him a dumbfounded look. "does ethan landry have a thing for watching his girlfriend beat people up?" you snicker, watching ethan's face turn bright red.

"well—no. i mean—yeah?" he sputters out a response the best he could, but you cut him off by pulling him down for another kiss. ethan’s hands fall onto the side of your face, pulling you closer to him. pulling away to catch your breath, ethan chases your lips, wanting more of you.

laughing at how desperate he is, you let him enjoy another passionate kiss. parting your lips, you allow ethan to explore your mouth, tongues fighting for dominance. greedily, ethan starts to grind his hips against you, unaware of his growing erection.

feeling his hard on press against your thigh, you interrupt your makeout session, gasping for air as the two of you pull away, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you.

hands ghosting over his crotch, you decide to taunt him. “didn’t know that would turn you on this bad.” a mumbled 'fuck' leaves ethan's lips as you continue to tease his boner. unable to hold back any longer, he ushers you into his car, starts the engine, and drives away from the house party. that girl's nose wasn't the only thing that got pounded that night.

ALICE TALKS 🐰

requested! i was gonna post this earlier but a storm hit my town so the internet has been dookie. but anyway have yall noticed the way i suck at ending stories. this ending was funny LMAOO but hope my lovies enjoy 💋

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[whatthetumblfck]

I Was Born Ready

Summary: You're kidnapped on a mission gone wrong and it only gets worse. You eventually escape, but will Bucky and the team see you the same way?

Word Count: 6517

Warnings: swearing, some injuries, angst, whump

Content: Bucky x reader, Y/N, Avengers, whump, kidnapping. All of my fics are self-indulgent.

Please don't claim my work as your own, but feel free to reblog.

You wiped the sweat from your brow.  As far as you could tell, it had been 5, maybe 6, days since you were taken. You knew what HYDRA were doing. They were trying to break you. You adjusted your legs and shifted your weight in the dark, cramped space.  For the last several hours, you had been locked in some sort of box, just big enough to crouch or sit with crossed legs. It was hot as hell and you’d been sweating profusely, wondering how much longer you would last before passing out from dehydration or dying from heat stroke. But you tried not to worry about it. They will come for you soon. He will come for you. You just need to hang on a little while longer.

               A few more hours had passed, and the heat was suffocating. What little strength you had left was dwindling. You rested your head against the wall of the enclosure and closed your eyes, fighting the nauseating dizziness that threatened to overcome you.  The rattling of chains caught your attention. It seemed like the sound was getting closer. It was then you realized you had drifted- asleep? Unconscious? You weren’t sure, but you fought like hell to focus your attention on what was happening right outside your tiny prison. Suddenly, there was a sharp creak of metal and cool light flooded the box. You squinted your eyes, desperate to see what was going on.

“Get up!” a harsh voice demanded.

Your body shook as you tried to stand, but it was no use. You were too weak and dehydrated.

“GET UP!” they shouted angrily, as if that would provide the strength needed to undo the last several hours of torture.

Instead, your body gave up completely and you slumped inside the box. The next thing you registered was the sensation of a cool breeze on your face and the tops of your feet scraping along concrete as they dragged you by your arms back to your cell.

ONE WEEK EARLIER

“The fuck you mean it’s abandoned?” you whispered.

“I mean, I’m not picking up any heat signatures inside the building,” Sam clarified, adjusting Redwing’s controls just to be sure.

Bucky lowered his chin, smiling to himself. He knew you were always looking forward to a fight.

“All right, until we clear it, we’re going to proceed with caution,” Steve began, “Y/N and Bucky, you’re going to enter the south side of the building. Sam and I will cover the north entrance. Position Redwing on the east to detect movement from the access road. Once it’s clear, we set the charges and evacuate.”

You stole a sideways glance at Bucky and tried to hide your excited smile. You loved working with Bucky; you consider him to be your best friend. You felt like there might even be more there too. But you never pushed him. If being friends was all he wanted, then you would be happy with that.  Bucky was mostly quiet and reserved, but sometimes he would open up to you, tell you about his life before the war. Sometimes, but very rarely, he would reveal the horrors HYDRA inflicted upon him. You couldn’t respond; only listen in sickened contempt. Your hatred for them became personal because of what they put him through, but you also began to piece together how they operate, their torture methods, and their twisted thought processes. You filed away this information little by little, to use against them and one day, take them down. It became your personal mission, why you were so eager to take on HYDRA related missions, and so disappointed when they turned out to be flops.

Your thoughts were interrupted by an elbow gently nudging your arm. “You ready?” Bucky said as your eyes met his.

“I was born ready,” you replied, smugly.

Bucky smiled at your enthusiasm, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He was tired of fighting, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to watch HYDRA burn to the ground. Having you fight beside him, though, was a double-edged sword. He enjoyed your company more than he let on, but he also worried for your safety.  He always asked Steve to pair you two together as much as possible on missions (so he could keep an eye on you), and he always received a knowing look in return. You were one of the best fighters Bucky had ever seen, but you could also be impulsive. Most of the time, you managed to compensate for this flaw and come out on top in the fight, but there have been quite a few close calls. Too close for Bucky’s comfort, even if you insisted you had everything under control.

“After you then,” Bucky said, gesturing to the south entrance.

“Such a gentleman,” you flirted, even though your tone was a bit condescending. You didn’t miss the fact that Bucky liked to keep an eye on you. It was obvious, the way he stuck by your side for every mission. It was sweet, but completely unnecessary.

Entering the building was uneventful. As you looked around, you took note of all the dust and debris, the result of what must have been years of no use. Maybe Sam was right, it must be abandoned. What a waste of time. You continued your sweep, clearing each derelict room.

“Second and third floors are clear,” Sam’s voice sounded in your comm.

“Well, aren’t you an over-achiever?” you responded mockingly.

“Y/N, Buck. What’s your status?” Steve asked, attempting to maintain professionalism on the mission. Captain Steve didn’t know how to have fun. Killjoy.

“First floor is clear, heading to the basement now,” Bucky reported, shooting you a ‘behave yourself’ look. You stuck your tongue out at him and ran for the stairwell.

“Y/N, wait!”

“Come on! There’s nothing here. Let’s clear this moldy-ass basement so we can blow it up and get home. I’m starving!” you announced.

Bucky caught up with you and roughly grabbed your elbow to pull you back.

“We need to be careful. This is HYDRA we’re dealing with. You need to take this seriously.”

You ripped your arm from his grasp, offended he would be so rough with you. “This isn’t HYDRA. This isn’t anything. There’s literally nothing here.”

Bucky schooled his expression. He didn’t want to be angry with you, but your recklessness could put everyone in danger. He let out a frustrated sigh, putting his hands on your shoulders and lowering his head to look into your eyes.

“Will you please be more careful? For me?”

You were momentarily stunned by the soft cadence of his voice. But quickly regathered your thoughts.

“Bucky, I am being careful. You need to lighten up.” You shrugged out of his grasp and turned back to the stairwell.

What is with everyone today? The super-soldiers are being super-serious. Even Sam seems like a stick in the mud, definitely not his usual, talkative self. Did you do something to offend them? You thought about the events of the last few days and couldn’t think of anything out of the ordinary. Definitely nothing that would explain what everyone’s problem is.

You glanced over your shoulder to see Bucky a few paces behind you as you descended the last of the stairs and reached the basement.

“Well, I didn’t think it was possible, but this looks even more abandoned than the first floor,” you said giving Bucky a pointed look.

“Just keep your eyes open for anything suspicious.” Bucky gently brushed past you to take the lead, advancing down the corridor. He had an uneasy feeling he just couldn’t shake.

“Suspicious?” you remarked sarcastically. “This whole mission is suspicious. What are we fighting here? The cobwebs? The ridiculous amount of dust?” You pushed past Bucky to take the lead again, but when you glanced back, you realized he had stopped. He was looking at you with wide eyes; his expression, one you didn’t recognize.  

“What? What is it?” you asked, concern growing in the pit of your stomach.

“You’re right. Nothing about this is right. There’s too much dust. Our source indicated there was activity here less than a year ago. It shouldn’t look like this.”

You looked around nervously. “Maybe the source was wrong.”

“Not likely…”

Unexpected static in the comms made you jump. You could hear Steve’s voice, but it kept breaking up and you couldn’t understand what he was saying until you made something out very clearly that made your blood run cold.

Pull back……’s a trap…--t out…ABORT!

Your eyes locked with Bucky’s. You froze. He was standing about 10 feet from you when you both registered a rapid clicking noise, like a sped-up clock.

“RUN!!” You heard him yell just before the explosion.

The wall behind you erupted, sending you several yards through the air until you collided with the ground. You could feel the heat and unbearable pressure on your back as you lay prone in the ruins. Dust swirled around you. After several moments of trying to remember how to breathe again and process what the hell had just happened, you remembered that Bucky was with you. You glanced over in his direction, but all you could see was a literal wall of rubble, fire, and smoke. You struggled to focus your eyes, blinking rapidly to clear the tears that were forming. Damn, that hurt.

Distantly, you could hear someone calling your name.

“Buck--,” your voice was cut off by a coughing fit as the dust invaded your lungs. “Bucky…” you tried again.

“Y/N?” he sounded closer. You could hear movement, crumbling concrete. “Are you hurt?”

It was at this point, you realized you should probably take a moment to figure out the damage.

“Y/N??” his voice sounded more concerned, more urgent. You weren’t sure how long you had taken to respond.

“Uhh…I….I think I’m okay……I can’t move. I think…ahh…there’s something on my back,” you choked out.

“You’re gonna be okay. We’re coming to get you. Just..hang on, okay? Hang on.”

Hearing this made you relax. Getting blown up was exhausting. You were certain you were going to hear about this later. About how you should have listened to Bucky, been more careful, taken the mission more seriously. You closed your eyes, trying to reserve your strength. You would need it to climb out of this burning hole in the ground.

After a few minutes, you felt the pressure on your back lessen. That was fast. You opened your eyes and tried to focus on Bucky’s face, but then you heard his voice from behind the burning wall of concrete. Confused, you concentrated your attention on the blurry figure standing before you. HYDRA. You gathered all your strength, trying to fight, but you couldn’t get a single hit in before a blow to your face rendered you unconscious.

Bucky heard footsteps and scraping rocks on the other side of the barrier. He had finally managed to make a dent in the rubble just large enough to see through. To see you being dragged away by HYDRA.

“NOOOO!” Bucky frantically slammed his metal fist into the rubble, trying to break through, but it was no use. He couldn’t get to you in time. He watched as you disappeared into the dust and smoke.

You were freezing. Another week had passed, maybe two. You weren’t sure. It was the same thing. Over and over.  Freezing to the point you couldn’t move or think. Then they would throw you in the box again until you passed out from the heat. You didn’t even know what they wanted. They didn’t ask you anything, barely said three words to you. Wouldn’t answer any of your questions. How the hell did they expect to get information out of you if they didn’t fucking ask you anything? Idiots. You’d be glad to give them as much false information as you could muster.

You were frustrated. Frustrated with this pointless torture and frustrated that no one had broken you out of this shithole yet. What was taking so long?

The next day was new. This time a man in a lab coat came into your cell. Based on the history of everything you have come to know about HYDRA, the lab coat is not a good sign.  He peered down at you where you sat against the cold, concrete wall.

“She’s ready,” he practically drooled with excitement. Disgusting.

Two oversized goons entered your cell and brought you to your feet as another ganglier looking goon wheeled in a stretcher. Your stomach dropped. Not good. This is not good. You tried not to let anxiety and fear get the best of you. You’ve endured the heat, the cold, the physical pain and the repulsive goop they fed you, but this was new, and you had no idea what they had planned.

“No. No no no. What are you doing?” You kicked and fought weakly as they strapped you down. You were unable to move.

Lab coat leaned in close to your face. You could smell the wicked stench rolling out of his mouth.

He simply answered, “Phase two.”

……..

“What do you want? You’ve been torturing me for weeks and haven’t asked me a damn thing! Do you even know how this works? No? Must have missed that day in torture 101.”

The lab coat stopped what he was doing and turned to face you. Amusement and almost pity plastered on his face.

“My dear. I haven’t been torturing you. I’ve been preparing you.”

…………

The first injection must have been a sedative and, for that, you were thankful. Your vision became blurry and all your muscles relaxed at once. You could’ve almost fallen asleep. Until the second injection. At first, it was cold, like ice running through your veins. Starting in your arm and flowing through your chest before settling in the rest of your limbs. It was enough to make you shiver and shake uncontrollably. With the last injection came the unbearable heat. It spread through you like wildfire, burning through the sedative and blistering your nerves. It coursed through your body, the agonizing flames filling your skull, threatening to split it open. It was too much. Unbearable. You thrashed your arms and legs beneath the restraints, screaming until you went hoarse. Nothing you did relieved the pain, the burning.  You were left alone in your misery, knowing nothing but the searing pain in your head, threatening to end your life. You hoped it would.

Then, it stopped. You thought maybe death had finally taken you and you felt sadness, for Bucky. For the team. But you were back in your cell. This couldn’t be death. Death isn’t this cruel.

You rolled on your side and slowly sat upright, fighting off the dizziness. You felt horrible, like you should be dead, but at least the pain had subsided. You experimentally staggered to the door of your cell and peered through the slot. It was eerily silent. Still, you waited to see if anyone approached. They almost always did when you awoke to send you for another round of torture…or wait. What did he say? They were preparing you..for what? The injections, ice and fire, the pain, all came flooding back to you. What did they do? Your breaths came faster. You had to get out of there. Fear and panic were in control now. You pushed and pulled at the door feverishly, and to your surprise, the door opened. Worried this was another trap, you stepped back, but no one came. What the fuck?

You left your cell and made your way down the hallway, searching for the exit or at the very least, a weapon. The building was completely cleaned out. They left you there, their experiment. Did they think you were dead? Or just a failure? You didn’t feel any different. Those HYDRA morons must have been bigger fucking idiots than you gave them credit for. Still, you weren’t going to stick around. When you finally made it out of the building, you realized you actually recognized the area. You weren’t that far from the compound. It made you sick to think you were only 10 or so miles from home this whole time, and still, they couldn’t find you. HYDRA could have practically walked up and rang the front doorbell, and the team would have had no idea.

It was cold outside and you were dressed only in a thin gown. You walked for hours, determined to make it home. You had no way of contacting anyone. You were surrounded by a few trees and fields of nothing. The final yards leading up to the compound were grueling. You were exhausted. Your feet bled and your legs shook with the effort.

It was early evening, you guessed, when you painfully stumbled into the common room, where Steve, Bucky and Sam all sat, attention focused on various maps and blueprints laid out before them. Steve saw you first, eyes staring and mouth hanging open. It would have been humorous had you not just been through hell and back. Bucky stopped mid-sentence when he noticed Steve’s expression and turned his head to see what Steve was staring at.

“Y/N??” Bucky couldn’t believe it. His eyes ran over your battered form, watching your whole body shake with fatigue.

You didn’t know what to say. You tried to choke back the tears that were now streaming down your face.

But this was all you could handle. You were suddenly dizzy, the room had started to spin and you dropped to your knees as Bucky ran towards you.

“Oh God! Call Dr. Cho!” Bucky ordered, but Sam was already on it.

You collapsed into Bucky’s arms and saw Steve running toward you. Bucky’s alarmed face was the last thing you saw before your eyes involuntarily closed.

When you awoke the next day, you were alone in the med bay. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, trying to force out the lingering headache. You swung your legs over the side of the bed and were about to remove your IV when Bucky walked into your room.

“Hey, you’re awake,” he said as he approached you cautiously. “How are you feeling?”

“Um..really..hungover,” you cracked a smile trying to break the tension. “How long was I out?”

Bucky looked at his watch before responding, “About 23 hours.”

“Oh shit. New record.”

Bucky looked nervous. “We looked everywhere..”

“Not everywhere,” you retorted, sounding more bitter than you intended.

“I didn’t think I was going to see you again.”

“Well…that makes two of us.” Your eyes stayed trained on the floor. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. You spent weeks dreaming about seeing him again, and now you couldn’t even look at him. Why? Were you that angry that they couldn’t find you? They were obviously looking.

Bucky sensed that maybe this wasn’t the best time to broach the subject, so he changed it.

“So..uh…they want to do a debriefing on what happened as soon as you’re feeling well enough.”

You faltered. You didn’t want to talk about it, relive it. Especially so soon. But you’d rather get it over with so you can move on with your life. Put the whole ordeal behind you.

You looked down at the IV in your arm before ripping it out, the blood beginning to trickle down to your palm.

“Doll—what are you doing?” Bucky lunged toward you, grabbing gauze off the bedside table to apply pressure to the site.

You grabbed the gauze and took over applying pressure.

“I’m about to change my clothes,” you began glancing around the room before finding some in a bag below the bed, “so unless you want to see me naked, you can turn around.”

Bucky paused, mouth opening slightly before regaining his composure and turning to face away from you. You caught him off guard, which is honestly, something you’ve never seen happen.

You were a little disappointed. Maybe you’d been reading him wrong, and he doesn’t see you that way. Or maybe he’s just being a gentleman. This isn’t exactly the best time to explore your feelings for one another. Still, it stung.

………………………..

You sat at the table, nervously glancing at all the faces in the room. Fury, Tony, Steve, and Sam all had their eyes on you. Everyone except Bucky. He stood in the corner, holding his gaze to the floor.  He looked more nervous than you felt. Weird.

They asked their usual questions, and you answered as best you could. But you didn’t feel comfortable enough to go into extensive detail. You trusted these men with your life, but it was starting to feel less like a debriefing and more like an interrogation.

“…and you’re sure that’s all you remember?” Fury asked again.

You looked around the room again, each set of eyes seeming frustrated. Expecting more information than what you’ve provided for the last 2 hours. This was exhausting. A familiar headache was building behind your eyes, and you were beyond done with this.

When you didn’t answer right away, Tony asked another question. “They just let you walk away?” You could hear the blatant skepticism.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.” Tears were starting to fill your eyes. Damnit! This is not how you thought this would go, but you were feeling pressured, overwhelmed. “They tortured me! For weeks! The same damn thing. Over and over and over again! And I don’t know---maybe they thought I was DEAD!” You choked on a sob; tears streaming down your face now.

“Okay! That’s enough!” Bucky interjected, seemingly ending the questioning.

You quickly stood from your seat and rushed out of the room.

They all exchanged glances and Bucky lingered there silently for a moment before following you.

When he reached your room in the compound, he knocked, but you didn’t answer.

“Doll. It’s me. Can I come in?”

Again, you didn’t answer. He could hear your quiet cries. He tried the handle, but you had locked the door.

“Can you unlock the door, please?”

“Go away, Bucky,” you said, softly. You didn’t need to yell. You knew he could hear you.

“Come on. I just want to make sure you’re okay.” With that, he could hear you moving towards the door.

You angrily flung the door open, surprising Bucky and forcing him to take a step back. Your hair was disheveled, eyes red and still wet with tears.

“Do I look fucking okay to you!?!?” Bucky looked into your eyes, not knowing what to say.

“HYDRA imprisoned me, practically in our own fucking backyard and still no one came for me!”

“Y/N, I swear to you, we never stopped looking—”

“And as soon as I fight my way back here, you all grill me for information, like it was my fucking idea to get captured?”

“Doll, no one thinks this was—”

“I waited for—aagh—” the pain in your head suddenly flared. You squeezed your eyes shut and pinched the skin between them. Your discomfort was evident.

“Hey, hey. What is it? What’s wrong?” Bucky’s worried eyes searched your face for answers.

You tried to recover, to push the pain aside.

“I waited for you—AAGH” the pain peaked. The same blistering heat threatening to end you, keeled you over.

With your shaking hands on your knees, you could feel Bucky move to your side. His arms wrapped around your waist to support you.

“Doll, what’s going on? Answer me. Please!”

But you couldn’t answer him. You were back on that stretcher. A prisoner, again. All you knew was the burning pain. Maybe this time, it would spare you the torment and claim your life.

“SOMEBODY HELP! I NEED HELP!” Bucky’s voice sounded far away.

The fire swirled in your skull and bile burned the back of your throat. You lurched forward, fell to your knees, and vomited on the floor. Everything was suddenly black, then nothing.

You awoke once more, alone, in the med bay.  Well, not completely alone. You could hear talking, whispers. Just outside your door.

There’s something she’s not telling me. But I’m not going to try to force answers out of her. She’ll come to me when she’s ready. I’m just going to be her friend. That’s what she really needs right now.

Just a friend? You felt the blanket of disappointment weigh on you again. You were pulled from your thoughts when Bucky opened the door.

You kept your eyes on him as he carefully entered the room.

“Who were you talking to?”

“Huh?”

“Who were you talking to just now?” You tried not to sound like you were accusing him, but you didn’t like being talked about behind your back.

“I wasn’t talking to anyone,” Bucky shook his head, seeming to be genuinely confused.

Great. Now Bucky was lying to you. Some friend he’s trying to be. Even with him literally by your side, you were suddenly feeling very alone. No one trusted you. They think you’re hiding something. Truth be told, you are hiding something. You never told them about the injections, how the torture was actually “preparations”. You even left out the creepy lab guy coat because you were afraid. Afraid if they found out what really happened, that you were an experiment, they wouldn’t look at you the same way. You were afraid you would lose their hard-earned respect, your place on the team. You couldn’t risk it.

“So what happened?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“The pain? Passing out?” Bucky pressed, becoming serious. This felt like an interrogation again.

“Oh…it was just a headache,” you offered. Were you honestly expecting them not to ask?

“That’s bullshit. What happened to you? What did they do?” He seemed desperate and angry and you were becoming more and more guarded.

“I thought you weren’t going to force answers out of me.” You threw his words back in his face.

“What?”

“Nothing”

“What did you say just now?”

You were out of patience and just wanted to be alone. “Nothing. Please leave.”

Bucky stared at you, disbelieving, before turning his back on you and walking out the door.

A single tear slipped down your cheek. What the hell happened? Everything was fine. You were on a mission, business as usual, and then you were captured and tortured. You miraculously make it back home and suddenly, everyone is against you? You didn’t do anything wrong. Why is everyone acting like you’re at fault?  Your thoughts are becoming louder in your head, circling frantically and building tension. You clench your teeth, trying to hold in a scream, but you can feel an energy building inside you. You pull your knees to your chest, struggling to contain it. Your clenched fists pound at your temples. You don’t know what’s happening; you feel out of control, about to spill over. Explode.

Suddenly, you lose control, letting out an ear-piercing scream, releasing a force you had never felt before. All at once, glass bottles and cabinets shatter, the reinforced windows in your room crack. Furniture is thrown chaotically. Everything is broken, in a frightening disarray, and you’re left sitting in the ruins of what once felt like a safe place.

You tried to catch your breath, eyes darting around the room, attempting to make sense of what just happened.

Oh, God. Oh, God.  What did HYDRA do to you? What have you done? You needed to get out of there. Now. You jump to your feet, grab your clothes, and run. You shove past S.H.I.E.L.D. employees in the hallways, their thoughts intruding and overlapping with your own.  It took you a moment to realize what it was, what you were doing: unintentionally hearing their thoughts. You have to get away, get out. It’s too loud. You’re still running when you hear more familiar voices, but these aren’t in your head.

You can hear Bucky, Steve and Sam talking about what they found at the base where you were kept. Empty syringes. Medical equipment. Partially encrypted files describing some kind of experiment. They know—how could they not? Have they known this whole time?

“I don’t know what they did to her. She won’t tell me, but…she’s different.” Bucky spoke quietly.

Different? Is that how he saw you now? Is that why he’d been acting so strangely since you got back?

“Look man,” Sam reasoned, “she’s been through a lot. It would be weird if she wasn’t acting differently.”

“Still, if they did do whatever this experiment is on her, we don’t know what the outcome is…If she’s still herself, or even on our side,” Steve added.

Your heart dropped. You already felt like they didn’t trust you, which was bad enough, but now they’re against you? You waited for Bucky to defend you. He knows you better than anyone, but his silence spoke volumes. You thought Bucky, of all people, would understand what you’d been through. That you would never turn on them. You really were all alone in this. You felt the fear and uncertainty pouring out of the room.

Then, an unfamiliar voice on the intercom startled you.

Code Gray- Med Room 4. Code Gray- Med Room 4.

Shit. That was your room. Then the alarm started blaring and you ran. When did you become the enemy? How did this happen? You’re not part of HYDRA. You’re the victim. You managed to get out of the compound without anyone else seeing you. But you had no idea where to go from there.

Bucky, Steve, and Sam rushed to your med room. They stood there in disbelief, taking in the scene. It looks like a bomb went off.

“What the hell happened?” Sam asked.

“We’re not sure, sir. We, uh, heard a scream and when we got here, the room was empty,” a nurse answered.

“Where is she?” Bucky asked, growing impatient.

“We don’t know, I’m sorry,” the nurse responded before quicky leaving the room.

Steve and Sam exchanged looks. Bucky ran his fingers through his hair.

“Buck….”

“No.”

“We need to consider all the facts, here.”

“No, Steve! She wouldn’t do this. She’s not HYDRA.”

“Dude, she was missing for weeks and then just waltzed through the front door? That doesn’t seem odd to you?” Sam added.

“She didn’t waltz, Sam. She could barely walk, then she collapsed,” Bucky defended.

“So you think they just let her go? When the hell has HYDRA ever just let anybody go?”

“I don’t know.”

“Her story isn’t adding up, Buck.”

“They did something to her, she’s different. I just don’t know why she’d hiding it.”

“What do you mean? What aren’t you telling us?” Steve questioned.

“I think….whatever they did to her, worked. I thought it was a coincidence, at first, but then…this,” he motioned around the room. “I think she could hear what I was thinking earlier, and I think this is part of whatever she’s going through. I think she’s enhanced.”

They all looked around the room, letting Bucky’s theory sink it.

Steve broke the silence. “We need to find her before she hurts someone.”

You were walking against the cold wind and found yourself back at the shithole. You weren’t sure what you were doing there. Looking for answers, maybe? Waiting for them to find you? Like they were supposed to do. Before the injections, before they turned on you, before you lost control. What did they think of you now? You’re certain they must think you’re HYDRA. Fear and despair surged through you, and you started to lose control again. Objects that surrounded you started to rattle and lift into the air, crashing into walls.

You saw movement from the corner of your eye, emotions flaring even further. They had found you. Tears streamed down your cheeks, wetting the front of your sweatshirt.  You had already lost everything. They may as well take you now and put you in whatever floating prison they have. They marked you as guilty the moment you walked back into the compound.

“Y/N? Sweetheart, can you hear me?” Bucky approached you slowly, motioning to Steve and Sam to hang back.

You slowly turned to face him. Finally seeing his face broke you, and you started to cry harder. The cot beside you rattled along with desks and shelves, lifting off the floor, quaking violently, erratically. Bucky held up his hands, gesturing to you that he meant you no harm. And you wanted nothing more than to believe him, to melt into his arms.

As your emotions ran wild with fear and anguish, the chaos around you swelled. You shook your head trying to empty it of the intrusive whispers. You were ready to surrender. You just wanted all this to be over, but when you looked past Bucky to see Steve and Sam in their full Avenger gear, a realization hit you. They were here to fight you. Bucky noticed the change in your demeanor. You felt the energy inside you intensifying again. The building began to tremble.

“Y/N. Y/N! Look at me! You’re going to be okay. We’re here to take you home.” Bucky tried to reason.

“No. NO! You’re here to hurt me. You don’t trust me, think I’m HYDRA!”

“That’s not true. We’re your friends. We want to help you,” Bucky insisted.

“Help me? That’s why you brought Captain America and Falcon with you?!”

You were angry now. If they wanted to take you, it would have to be by force. That’s what they wanted. You looked back over at Bucky and noticed the light reflecting off the tears that gathered in his eyes. You felt like you were about to detonate.

“Sweetheart, please,” Bucky pleaded with you; His hand stretched out towards you, beckoning you to take it.

The building shook even more violently with the release of your emotions. Once again, objects cracked and shattered all around you, but this time, the entire building threatened to come down on top of all of you.

“I can’t. I can’t control it….” You looked to Bucky, desperate for all this to end.

As dust and debris rained from the ceiling, you heard the order.

TAKE HER! NOW!

You whipped your head to the side, catching sight of Redwing; you hadn’t noticed it there before, but it was too late. Two darts struck your neck, delivering a powerful sedative. You swayed on your feet for only a moment before going down hard. All the objects flying around the room, uncontrollably, crashed to the ground at once. The building stood still once again. Whatever they hit you with was strong. You couldn’t move, but yet, you weren’t completely unconscious.  You could faintly hear distorted commotion around you and your eyes felt heavy.

“Jesus Christ, Steve!” Bucky kneeled at your side to brush your hair from your face, wiping your tears in the process.

“I’m sorry, Buck. We had to. You heard her. She couldn’t control it.”

Bucky gently picked you up and held you close to his chest. You could tell he was walking, but your vision was starting to blur even more. Then you felt his breath on your ear as he whispered that you would be okay. You were safe now. They were going to fix this. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to sink into the darkness.

THREE WEEKS LATER

“I don’t want to be a prisoner anymore, Bucky.”

“You’re not a prisoner.”

“Well, I can’t leave. That is the definition of prisoner, right?”

“Bruce thinks he’s close to a cure. He just needs a little more time.”

“You’ve been saying that for 3 weeks.”

Bucky offered you a half-hearted smile, but it was tainted with regret.

You were beginning to doubt their ability to fix you. Where would they even begin? You were just the result of another fucked-up half-assed HYDRA experiment.  They couldn’t cure you any more than they could cure Bucky or Steve of being super-soldiers. You know it. They know it. You just wish they’d stop blowing smoke up your ass.

Just then, Bruce appeared behind the reinforced glass doors, pressing his palm to the scanner to gain access to your room.

He approached your bed with the same half-hearted smile Bucky imparted.

“Hello, Y/N. How are you feeling today?” Bruce began, like he always did when starting his examinations.

“Fine. Normal. How’s the cure coming along?”

He hesitated for a moment, ignoring your question before continuing with his own.

“Any more headaches?”

“No. Not really.”

“Good, good. That’s good.” More hesitation.

“Just spit it out, Bruce.”

“Well, uh..” he fiddled with his clipboard, pretending to review his findings. “We did some genetic profiling and it looks like the experiment has altered your DNA in ways we’ve never seen before. Your brain scans are phenomenal.”

“That’s not exactly comforting….” You knew where this was going, even though you didn’t completely understand the science of it all.

“What does that mean?” Bucky leaned forward in his seat, prompting Dr. Banner to elaborate.

“Well, I’m afraid it means we can’t cure you.”

Bucky leaned back in his chair; the atmosphere in the room deflated. He didn’t even look at you. You knew this was coming but hearing it out loud and seeing Bucky’s dejected reaction only solidified your fears. There is no hope.

Dr. Banner continued, “The good news is that you seem to be adapting and stabilizing well.”

“Yeah, yeah…” You didn’t want to hear anything else. You weren’t even listening. All you can think about is how you’re no longer an Avenger and how Bucky won’t even look at you now. You lost him; your best friend, maybe more. Where do you go from here?

“I just have a few more questions for you,” Dr. Banner began again, “Are you still able to hear the thoughts of others?”

“Yes. But I can mostly block it out. It’s gotten easier.”

Dr. Banner smiled. “And there haven’t been any more incidents….” He held up his pen. “Can you move this towards you, please?”

You looked up from your lap and focused on the pen, gently floating it above the bed until it reached your grasp.

“Amazing…”

You wished Dr. Banner would be a little less enthusiastic. Your life, as you know it, is over and you’re not in the mood for this.

“Okay. I’m releasing you from my care.”

“Wait. What? When?” You stared at him in awe. Is he joking?

“Right now.” He gathered his notes and left the room, door unlocked.

You felt Bucky grasp your hand. His smile was bright as he waited for your thoughts to catch up.

“Come on. We have a mission,” he coaxed.

“I-I don’t understand,” you hesitated. “I didn’t think you wanted---I didn’t think anyone trusted me.”

“Sweetheart, we do trust you…and I’ll always want you. No matter what.” He squeezed your hand a little tighter. “We found the shitbags that took you…you ready to kick some ass?”

Your eyes lit up with excitement and determination. “I was born ready.”

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[jade-len]

i think it'd be funny if someone transmigrated as xin mo. the goddamn evil sword. instead of taking it seriously, they just really fucked around with bingge. and, somehow, ended up having the opposite effect of what it's supposedly rumored to do.

picture this: bingge, on the quest for revenge and power, comes across the almighty xin mo. this demonic sword killed everyone that dared to even try wielding it. and, the few who were lucky enough to have it by their side, eventually succumbed to the swords' will.

it is said that the sword is unlike any other, that it etches into your head and eats away your brain, until eventually it consumes you whole. it whispers, speaking in lust, greed, and hatred. it slowly beckons the wielder into giving in to the worst part of themselves and feeds off of pure sin. but to him, it is no matter; luo bingge will surely tame it.

and then he gets to the sword.

demonic qi practically oozes from xin mo. the aura surrounding it makes every part of luo bingge scream, "run; get away, away from that monster." his gut prods at him, begging bingge that this is probably a really bad idea. it's a little terrifying, how even luo bingge, the determined, vengeful demon, is now getting second thoughts about wielding xin mo from just being in its presence alone.

but luo bingge is too, a monster. so he ignores the screams of plea; pushing every thought of doubt in the back of his head, and tightly grips onto the handle. the world around him seems to spin and shake, tumble and crack, from the amount of force bingge needs to use in order to pull the sword of sin out of its place.

when bingge finally has it perfectly fit into the palms of his calloused hands, he hears whispering. he knows that the sword has accepted him as its new host.

the sword's language crawls up to him, as if it were feeling around his body and mind. checking every nook and cranny for it to settle into bingge's form, truly becoming one with the embodiment of sin. the words flow through his brain like a tragically broken guqin, a melody that holds him in a frighteningly familiar trance - all while simultaneously eating away at his brain in the worst ways possible, akin to a child and their favorite snack. it seems to beckon something, but even with luo bingge's impressive hearing, he cannot make out any words from the tone-deaf musical notes xin mo sings.

and then, it is clear. the land around him settles, and everything is still. xin mo itself seems to be.. content. at least, that is what luo bingge believes.

the language of this wretched sword reflects the state around these two monsters.

luo bingge expects it to demand for bloodshed, for the erotic ecstasy of multiple women, for bingge to steal the last of the finest gems of these horrible, vast lands.

instead, he hears this:

"yoooo damn that shit was crazy. did you see what i did there? man, you know, it feels so fucking good to get out of the dirt. hey, do you know if people can like, feed their swords or something? i'm kinda craving something spicy. we never know, in this wack world! wait, don't hold me like that, buddy. it'll make things real awkward."

but luo bingge is determined to get his revenge, so he puts up with the swords' constant rambling about.. whatever the hell it's thinking.

"wait, dude, did you seriously fuck a dying girl? that's wild. yeah, like i know she was dying but it doesn't sound like you wanted it. yo, listen to me, consent is very sexy."

"HAHA hey, dude, sir, man. you wanna play some 'i spy'? we don't have anything else to do. no? too bad, we're playing it. i spy a loser who doesn't wanna play i spy. hint: he's holding me right now."

"okay i know i'm supposed to be this super evil sword and beg to be used - woah that sounded real wrong - but can you at least clean me when you're done killing shit? if you don't, i'm gonna refuse to respond to you and you'll look like a dumbass trying to wield me."

"i can't hear you lalalalalalala you're not being very it girl right now lallalalaalalalla-"

somehow, this is worse than if xin mo was actually eating away at his brain.

weirdly enough though, as luo bingge starts spending more time with this weird ass, seemingly possessed sword, it starts to become more of a.. comfort to have it by his side than pure annoyance. he finds himself responding to it more, like, actually having full on conversations with it. it puts him at ease, wielding xin mo. the hatred doesn't consume him, instead, it seems to soothe the burning rage (and, admittedly, just replace it with small irritation) that holds onto his darkened heart.

xin mo is actually quite kind and caring, for a sword that's supposed represent and be the literal embodiment of sin. sure, it is a hassle to have it cooperate with him sometimes, and it does just ramble on and on about the most random things ever, not giving a single shit if bingge was in the middle of sleeping with maidens and slaying those who get in his way. for the first time, bingge feels so comfortable around something.

it's.. odd. what was supposed to be the turning point in his life, a big step in his plan for revenge, is now something akin to an... acquaintance. not like mobei-jun, or any of the women he's come across, but an actual, dare he say, friend.

sometimes, he finds himself thinking all of this delusional. is this what people were driven mad by? perhaps they simply could not handle dealing with a talking sword. he understands that xin mo was undoubtedly unbearable to be around at the beginning of their alliance, but it has never actually beckoned for blood, power, and sex. if anything, it does the opposite.

maybe he's the delusional one. maybe this is xin mo's way of getting to him.

maybe, xin mo should be considered a thing. the thought feels terribly laughable, as if he were witnessing a person horribly explain themselves. it also makes his teeth grind together in pure agitation.

"hey, you know, you didn't deserve any of the things they did. it wasn't your fault, binghe. the fact that you're half heavenly demon doesn't make you a monster, or any of that wild stuff.. uh, i'm here for you, okay? i know you don't really like talking about all of this or opening up, but i just want you to know that you can.. talk about it. it's not like i can tell anyone else, anyways.

hey- shit i didn't mean to make you cry! wait, wait it's okay to cry! you need to let it out anyways, i promise it doesn't make you weak. there, there. i don't have any hands, so me patting you on the head with my handle will have to do. there, there.. everything will be alright, you'll be okay. i'll be here every step of the way, even if you want to get rid of me."

xin mo, the demonic sword, is more of a person - a good person - than anyone he'd ever come across.

...and then bingge and the xin mo transmigrator become besties or he falls for the damn sword. knowing him, he probably doesn't even know the difference between platonic and romantic attraction anyways. maybe bingge gets a plant body for xin mo using airplane's wack writing. idk i typed all of this down in one sitting.

(plot twist: it's not that the transmigrator xin mo had the opposite effect, it was literally just a placebo effect. luo bingge thought that, and thus it actually did help him lmao)

#PIDW but make xin mo a soul eater fan #why did i actually write all of this #idk it just sounded funny but then i kinda got sad at the end because bingge is such a lonely person its genuinely depressing #at least in here he has his this weird talking demonic sword #someone transmigrates into xin mo and ends up becoming an emotional support and comfort sword #i would say that this could be shen yuan but the xin mo transmigrator couldnt give any less of a fuck about bingges plans #and would also annoy sqq if he had to deal with it #might write this #but i need to finish that time travel bingge x reader enemies to friends to lovers thing #yes you heard me right a bingge x reader let me make him happy ok #bingmei already has sqq bingge needs someone :( and therapy but that doesnt exist here #while i thought of this i imagined like this floating talking sword by bingge #i actually have like a lot of WIPs this is only one of them #for some reason i had this idea after seeing this one instagram reel where gojo was cinderellas fairy godmother and sang IT girl #and that inspired an annoying talking xin mo transmigrator #luo binghe #luo bingge #mxtx svsss #svsss #fanfic stuff #the scum villain's self saving system #svsss ideas

[harlowsbby]

Good Off You

You’ve been feeling empty within your relationship with Jack as of lately all it seemed like the two of you did was argue about the same things.

It was always about Mia she was one of his close friends from Atlanta he swore up and down like a sailor that she wasn’t someone you had to worry about but if that was the case how come you felt as if you needed to worry.

This relationship was starting to feel very much one sided or that there was a disconnect and that disconnect was coming from Jack, you weren’t sure how you were going to fix your relationship with Jack or if it was even worth saving at this point.

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“What’s going on with you two? According to Nemo, Jack’s been at his house all week.”

You called Neelam earlier that day telling her you needed to get out of the house you didn’t care where the two of you went you just needed time away from that house.

“Did he lie and say that I was the one that kicked him out the house?” Neelam was quiet you chuckled and rolled your eyes. “You see what I mean he’s always playing this pick me role and acting like I’m the problem when it’s really him.” You defended yourself.

“What’s even going on? I don’t even know the full story.” The last you wanted to do was bring everyone into your relationship you hated having people in your business but you trusted Neelam.

“You know Mia right?” She nodded her head. “Yeah I know Mia.”

You sighed heavily, “Lately I just don’t.. I don’t know he’s been talking to her a lot more and you know I’ve always had weird feelings about her from the start and Jack always told me I didn’t have to worry about her but now.” You paused. “I’m starting to worry about her.”

You didn’t want your relationship with Jack to end this way you didn’t want to be the one being cheated on. You thought he loved you at least that’s what he said and made you believe and feel. You always had this feeling that deep down Jack wasn’t really yours like that because he always had Mia.

“What was your last argument about? If you don’t mind me asking because he told Nemo that you kicked him out.” You huffed and looked at her. “About Mia.”

A few days ago

“Why is she texting you at Damn 2am in the morning huh? That’s all I want to know and you’re beating around the fucking bush with your answer dammit!” It was 2am in the morning and while you’d much rather be fast asleep in bed instead you were up arguing with Jack.

“I told you it’s nothing just drop it already would you.” He snapped back and snatched his phone from your grasp. “No I won’t just drop it because it doesn’t make sense as to why she’s calling you this fucking late.”

He ignored you and kept texting away on his phone probably responding back to Mia no doubt. “Are you even listening to me?” He scoffed and looked up at you his blue eyes that you once fell in love with were now filled with what seemed to be hatred and irritation. “You’re talking aren’t you? You know I can’t deal with this tonight Y/N.”

You scrunched your eyebrows together wondering where he was going. “Where are you going?” You watched as he got up and grabbed his keys and wallet. “Jack? Where are you going.” You walked over to him and grabbed his hand trying to pull him into you but he shook you off.

“I’m going to Nemo’s for a bit I think some time apart will do us some good.” He stated with no emotion whatsoever. “Are you kidding me right now?” You scoffed and shook your head at him.

“Honestly I can’t believe you right now you’d rather walk out than just tell me the truth.” He raised his eyebrows. “The truth on what? I told you nothing is going on better Mia and Myself, I’m sorry you’re just so insecure and can’t handle the fact that I have female friends.” He spat.

You were taken back by his response never in your entire time of being with Jack has he ever said something like that to you or even spoke to you that way. “Fine just go.” You whispered and hugged yourself and looked down at the ground, you knew if you were to make eye contact you’d break down crying instantly.

“I’ll see you around Y/N.” When the door was closed you finally let your tears fall you cried the entire night till you cried yourself to sleep.

Current time

“He said all that to you? I can’t even believe it.” Neelam was in disbelief she never thought in a million years would Jack ever talk to someone he claimed he loved like that.

“Yeah he said all of that and I haven’t heard from him since. I just hate the way I know he’s sleeping with her but he won’t admit it.” You just wanted him to be honest with you even if the truth hurt.

The two of you decided to sit at the park you on one swing and Neelam on the other, the two of you sat on the swings just watching the sunset.

“What should I do? Do I just break up with him or do I stay with him.” You mumbled and fiddled with the hem of your hoodie.

“I’d hate to see the two of you break up but you know what sometimes you gotta make a decision that breaks your heart but gives you peace.” Neelam told you.

You knew this wasn’t going to be easy because you loved Jack you were honestly afraid to find a new love after Jack because you felt as if all guys were going to be the same.

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“Let’s go Y/N the Uber is already outside waiting on us!” Neelam yelled from the bottom of the stairs the two of you were going to Ace’s rooftop party he was celebrating the release of his newest solo project, you knew Jack was going to be there so you decided to dress up a bit tonight just to show him what he was missing.

You twirled around a few times making sure your outfit looked good. You grabbed your purse and headed downstairs where Neelam stood. “It’s about damn time the guy was threatening to leave.” You put your hands up in defense. “Sorry I had to make sure I looked good.”

“Whatever let’s just get going before Urban and Sunni eat up all the food.” The car ride to the hotel was fairly short so you made it under 10 minutes.

When you made it to the top of the roof you immediately when to the edge of the building and took in the beauty of Downtown Louisville at night, there was a few fireworks going off in the distance and a few people down below just laughing and having a good time but the moon is what caught your eye.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” You rolled your eyes open hearing that familiar voice. “It is beautiful now what do you want.”

“Can you at least look at me.” You took a second trying your best to prepare yourself you turned around slowly and was met face to face with Jack. He licked his lips as he looked you up and down. “You look good as always baby.”

“Thanks.” You both stood there awkwardly you didn’t really know what to say I mean the last time the two of you tried talking it resulted in a argument. “Look I’m sorry for what I said what I said was wrong.” “You think? You hurt my feelings Jack.”

He licked his lips and sighed. “I know I did and I’m sorry baby I don’t wanna lose you I promise I’m done talking to Mia.” You raised your eyebrow at him. “Oh really? And what made you stop taking to her.”

“Because I’d rather have a life with you than live a life without you.” He stated. “Really?” You whispered and sniffled which made Jack laugh.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting all soft and shit now.” He stuck his arms out and you quickly ran into his arms, he grinned and wrapped his arms around you tight and started swinging the two of you back and forth.

“I love you so much baby.” “I love you too Jack.”

You both pulled away from each other and Jack looped his hands with yours. “Let’s go enjoy tonight yeah?” You smiled and nodded. “Let’s do it.”

Halfway through the party a majority of the people there ended up passing out on some of the chairs or couches Ace had gotten for the event. Jack was a bit tipsy himself he laid on the couch with a drunken Urban laying next to him, you couldn’t find your phone at all so you needed to use Jack’s.

The music was still going though considering a good majority of people were still dancing and eating.

“Jack, let me see your phone I need to call my phone.” You rushed him he took his phone out his pocket and handed it to you. “Here babe you know the password yeah?” He asked.

“Yeah I know it I’ll be right back.” He nodded and you stepped off to the side and unlocked his phone you went to press the call button next to your contact when you noticed Jack had about 25 missed texts and 3 missed calls.

You looked behind you making sure he was still on the couch before clicking onto the messages.

“What the hell.” You frowned seeing all the messages were from Mia, all of them saying how she misses him and wonders when he’s leaving the party soon.

“So he wasn’t with Nemo.” You mumbled to yourself you looked back over at Jack who was now dozing off on the couch you shook your head and bit your bottom lip to stop it from trembling, you looked back down at the phone when it buzzed again.

Mia 💘

‘Did you tell her you’re breaking up with her yet? She needs to know the truth’

You knew texting her back and making her believe that you were Jack was wrong but you needed to know what truth she was talking about.

Jack 🩵

‘What do I even say’

Your heart started beating when you saw the three little dots appearing on the screen but then they disappeared again.

“Fuck I knew she wasn’t gon-.” You stopped talking mid sentence when she texted back.

Mia 💘

‘Just tell her straight up that I’m pregnant and that you’re leaving her to raise a family with me obviously, your kid needs you Jack.’

You knew it even though you knew that he was cheating on you with her it still hurt it hurt even more that she was having a baby with a man you once loved, with the man you swore you were going to spend forever with, with the man who told you that she wasn’t anybody to worry about but turns out she was somebody to worry about.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you

[zaceouiswriting]

The little brother

Character: Reggie Mantle and Male Reader older brother

Universe: Riverdale

Warnings: Just a little violence

Why did you have to agree to this? Why did you let your parents drag you into something like this? Why couldn't you just stay in Cambridge where your parents couldn't reach you? But no, you had to crawl back as soon as they called. Your father knew full well that you still sought his approval after all these years, and he pulled on your heartstrings until you agreed to return to their home and look after your brother for a few weeks. Because he apparently wasn't doing well at school.

But nothing was as it seemed. When you entered the house you called your childhood home, there was not the little boy who always wanted to be near you, but a moody teenager, almost of age, lying half naked on the couch, showing off his perfectly sculpted upper body.

The moment Reggie saw you, his face contorted with anger.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he asked with a harsh tone, very different from the loving voice he had used towards you as a child.

Already done with this shit, you drop your bags to the floor still at the front door. Eye rolling, you closed the door behind you and went to your lazily sitting brother.

“Our parents thought it would be good for me to come here and look after you while they are away. They hope I can jog your walnut-sized brain.”

Your brother mocked you dismissively. After which, he stood up from the couch and walked towards you. The two of you were at the same level, staring into each other's eyes. He became noticeably taller, and you couldn't miss how wide he was getting. Football seemed to be good for him. You never liked team sports, mostly because you were a cowardly child who hated exercise.

Reggie suddenly tried to push you, but you stood your ground, your eyes glowing fiery. You, too, have become stronger thanks to the gym.

“Oh, I see. You’re trying to mark your territory like a dog? Or do you want to test who the man in the house is?” you asked him, grinning widely as his face turned into hatred.

You could see the movement of his arms before he even tried to hit you. You duck away with ease, only to give him an uppercut. He flew onto the couch. But somehow, he quickly got back on his feet. In the meantime, you got yourself into position, already prepared for your stubborn brother to jump back to his feet.

“Trust me, baby brother, this won’t be a good idea.”

You tried to get him to stop his stupid behavior you really tried, but he didn't listen. He thoughtlessly tried to attack you again, but you knocked him down even faster than before. You weren't the best boxer, but you learned quickly.

With just two hits, you knocked out Reggie. Looking down at your brother, you could only sigh. Was he always so hateful? Or is he still angry that you up and left when you were sixteen?

Your brother was obviously an early bloomer. He was already goddamn handsome. It took you years to get anywhere close to it. If you were honest, you were pretty jealous of it. You were almost twenty-three, and your little shitter of a brother was barely seventeen, and yet he looked just as good as you. Maybe a few more hits could help?

Before you could demolish his face out of jealous reflex with your fists, you shook yourself out of these thoughts. Instead, you placed one arm under his upper back and one under his legs. With some effort, you lifted your brother into your arms.

“Shit, you’re heavy,” you said through gritted teeth.

Carrying your brother upstairs to his bedroom, you carefully lay him down on his soft bed, breathing a sigh of relief as his weight was lifted from your arms. Even after years of training in the gym, you couldn't have carried him any longer than this.

You gently put the blanket over him and check his pulse to be on the safe side. Feeling like everything was fine, you looked around.

With a growing headache, you knew you couldn't leave his room in this chaos. He was such a clean freak as a kid, but now he's grown into what you were as a teenager: a hurricane.

You took out hidden fast food rappers, something your parents wouldn't allow their star athlete son to eat. Some dishes that could almost walk, and of course clothes. His room smelled like a high school locker room. You didn't mind the smell since gyms don't smell much different, but it unsettled you inside. For just a second, a fleeting moment, you imagined your brother in an inappropriate way that shocked you to your core. You never thought you would think of your brother like this. To be fair, the asshole has grown into one hell of an attractive guy.

After you cleaned his room in record time, you stared at his sleeping silhouette for just a moment. He still looked as sweet as ever. You walked close to him. As you stood in front of him, you gently brushed some strands of hair out of his face and placed a tender kiss on his forehead. A bedtime ritual you had when you were both younger.

“Sleep well, little shit,” you murmured against his head with a big smile, hoping he wouldn't remember anything the next day.

As you moved away from him towards the door, a sudden grab on your arm turned you around, only to be pulled into someone, your brother. In his sleep, he somehow managed to grab you and pull you into him. As you lay on his bed, he immediately laid his head on your chest, wrapped both arms around you and one leg as if you were a big pillow, and just slept.

Initially, you were stunned by the situation but soon found it amusing, to the point where you almost busted out laughing. However, you managed to stop yourself just in time. Instead, you placed your right hand on your brother's head and gently stroked it. You knew Reggie was a deep sleeper, and it was unlikely that he would wake up anytime soon. So, you prepared yourself for a long day ahead of you.

[Masterlist]

#x male reader #male reader #riverdale x male reader #riverdale #reggie mantle #fluff #slight violence

[evan4ever]

Why Do I Love You?

Kai Anderson

Warnings: physical and mental abuse, cursing, blood

Summary: Yours and Kai’s toxic relationship made you both question the loyalty you both had for each other. Neither of you could understand why you loved someone that you hated at the same time. But the chokehold you had on Kai was strong and he knew it.

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You were laid in with bed you shared with Kai, him finishing up the meeting in the basement. Your mind was running over what had happened and you were so angry that you were silent. Kai new it when he entered and you said nothing, didn’t move, didn’t look at him. You remained in your position while he slipped his jacket off and took his boots off, his eyes on you the entire time. You felt the bed dip as he sat on his side, feeling his hand now rest on your arm. It only pissed you off more.

“You know I had to do it, y/n.” He stated matter of factly. You shook his arm off and stood from the bed, grabbing your coat and slipping your shoes on and heading to the door. Kai looked at you with raised eyebrows at your sudden change, standing quickly and following you. “Where are you going?”

“I’m leaving.” You stated, pulling yourself hard from his hold when he tried to grab you.

“What the fuck do you mean you’re leaving?” He asked now in an angrier tone. “Hey listen to me when I’m taking to you!” He grabbed your wrist tightly bringing you to a halt and you took the chance, turning abruptly and swinging your fist into the side of his face causing him to stumble backwards in shock. He looked into the kitchen the two of you were standing in the doorway of and saw a few of his followers watching the picture unfold, never seeing anyone hit their ruler before. They quickly looked away from him and Kai blinked back at you, his eyebrows furrowing in anger and embarrassment.

“What? Should be used to it by now, like I am.” You chuckled harshly. You both had been together since the start of this cult, you a follower first that slowly turned into something more; and it was not an easy or pain-free process for either of you. Kai was so loving at the beginning, you had no idea what he really was. But he didn’t know that you wouldn’t succumb to the abuse when it started, no, instead you returned it. It threw Kai through a loop, he never had someone be so loyal yet so threatening. And Kai couldn’t wrap his head around why you both came back for more. Your guys’ love slowly turned to pure hatred, but through all of it you guys still loved the fuck out of each other and it just didn’t make sense.

Kai suddenly approached you fast, you didn’t even have time to react. He grabbed your throat and pushed you into the wall, his hold making it hard for you to breathe. “You think I’m going to accept that?”

“You do every time” you choked out between breaths, but maintaining the flare you were giving him. He closed in on the little space you had.

“You don’t control me, and you’re going to pay for embarrassing me in front of my people.” He growled out, but you took the chance you had and smacked your face into his, managing to crack his nose that began pouring blood out instantly.

“Fuck, y/n!” He yelled as he took a step back, holding his face.

“I embarrassed you?!” You nearly screamed at him, walking up and pushing him making him fall to the ground. You quickly stood over him. “That’s all you ever do to any of us, Kai. That blood pouring from your nose is your fucking karma.” You crossed your arms over your chest, looking down at him with am emotionless face. You knew you were pushing him, but you also knew he couldn’t kill you. That’s the fucked up thing about you both. If it was anyone else, they’d be dead by now. You had no fear of him, and he didn’t know how to deal with that because as said before, he couldn’t kill you. He couldn’t even fathom the thought of killing you. Even though he fucking hated you.

“Get up.” You rolled your eyes, stepping over his body and walking into the kitchen completely disregarding the others that stood in there, shocked. They knew the two of you had a fucked up relationship but Kai always made it known that he was the controller in the relationship and that you’d do anything he said. This was the first time anyone was seeing him completely taken over by you.

You pulled a glass down and filled it with some water, turning and leaning against the counter while you dipped on it, watching Kai gather himself. He wiped the excess blood from his face before his eyes made their way back to you. He held an unreadable expression, his eyes flickering over to the others.

“Can you fucking go?!” They quickly parted ways, leaving from every entrance leaving the two of you by yourselves. You continued watching him while he made his way to you.

“You think I’m going to just be okay with watching you fuck someone else? Really? You didn’t think I’d fucking test you? Seriously Kai. Fuck your self.” You rolled your eyes.

He rolled his eyes in return. He knew he’d be in for a fight when he did it. Especially because he’d never done it before. “It was a punishment. It’s not like I enjoyed it-“

He quickly ducked his head as you sent the glass flying his way, shattering into the fridge that’s as behind him sending shards into the both of you. He looked at you like you were crazy, but hey — he should know that by now.

“Yeah? Next time you piss me off I’m gonna go fuck one of your guys. YOUR punishment, no?” You crossed your arms waiting for his reply that never came. Well when you put it that way…

“You can hit me, Kai. Scream at me, slap me, be as fucking physical as you want. That I can take. But you fuck anyone else, you cross a line.” You approached him while he stayed right where he was, only letting his eyes watch you. Almost as if he was preparing for your next move. Something he doesn’t have to do for anyone, but you threatened everything for him. It was a toss up between the respect of his followers, and you. He couldn’t bring himself to choose one over the other, never has been able to, and so he did everything to keep both. “But the minute you let someone else feel you intimately, even if it isn’t supposed to be; that’s when you risk everything.” Your hands made their way to his waist, running your hands over the material of his shirt while you walked around him. “I’d rather your followers watch you beat me than fuck someone else.”

You were now placed in front him, holding his waist still. He wasn’t sure whether to let his hands grab your hips or to remain at his sides. He looked down at you while you were staring up at him with dark, angry yet lustful eyes. You were so fucking confusing.

You watched his mind race while trying to decide on what to say, what to do. Again, this wasn’t something anyone else would get away with. No one has this control over him but you. And he fucking hated it. Fucking hated the way you could silence him, the way you made his head fill with rage but his heart beat with love.

“And if you want another bitch, then go fucking get her but let me go. I refuse to be the girl who stays when her boyfriend gets off to someone else.” You stated and went to pull away, but he quickly grabbed your face and roughly pulled it to him crashing your lips into each other. He walked you backwards until your back hit the counter, Kai grabbing your thighs and lifting you up and setting you firmly on it, his hands running up to land on your waist again, gripping them so tightly it caused you to moan out in a painful pleasure. He pulled you closer into him, grabbing the back of your neck and forcing you to look up at him.

“I don’t want anybody else.” He said in a low tone, your eyes locking in and neither faltering away. “I only want you.” You finally let your eyes soften up, seeing the desperation in Kai’s at the thought of not having you to himself. He honestly couldn’t stand the thought. “I’ll fucking kill everyone if it keeps you by my side.”

“Good.” You whisper, your hands reaching up to grab his face and pull him back to you in an aggressive, passionate kiss. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands making their way into his hair and pulling at it earning a beautiful groan from him. He took your bottom lip into his mouth, biting down so hard it nearly bled but you loved the pain, you lived for the physical pain he caused you, and the way you could cause the same pain the way no one else could towards him and he would never leave you.

You knew you were his weakness, and you took all advantages of it. And even in the times you hated him, you loved him all the same.

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[justagalwhowrites]

Beskar Doll - Ch. 14: Learning

You're still alive, the Mandalorian didn't leave you behind and you've got a lot to catch up on. A continuation of Beskar Doll Ch. 1-13 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Female Reader

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only

Length: 3.7k

All you really knew was that you’d done this before. Or something like it, anyway. The haze of pain that you couldn’t see through, hands holding you down as your body was put back together, voices that were close but too far away to understand. It was familiar but a relief when everything faded completely. 

It was almost surprising when you woke up, gasping for breath and sitting bolt upright in a small and dim but familiar room - Din’s quarters. It took a moment to calm your heart down. You were alive. That was… well, maybe not exactly a pleasant surprise but a surprise. You had a sense of your lower body but it was different than before. You looked down to your blanket covered feet, focusing. It took a disconcerting amount of concentration, but you moved one foot, and then the other. Well, your spine was back in one piece, then. 

There was a happy coo at your side, making you jump. The kid’s little green head peered up at you from the edge of the bed, his ears high. 

“Hi there,” you smiled softly at him. His little mouth curved up. 

You realized then that he was standing on the Mandalorian’s lap. Din was on the floor beside his bed, his helmeted head leaned back and resting on the wall. You frowned. That made almost no sense. 

The child worked to pull himself up on the bed, grunting a little. You smiled, reaching over and picking him up, pulling him onto your lap. 

“Are you bored and looking for the only person awake?” You said quietly. He just blinked, reaching a little clawed hand forward, grasping a strand of hair. You smiled. “Yeah, probably don’t see a lot of that with this guy, do you?” 

He looked into your eyes and you felt it then - the foreign emotion on the edge of your consciousness. Almost like smoke - not something you could hold but could sense all the same. He was concerned and curious. You stroked his little arm with your thumb, trying to remember just what had happened on Garqi. 

You’d seen the Mandalorian and his other “failed quarry” and were about to join them when the knife sank into your back. It was the oddest sensation, the pain almost blinding for a moment before vanishing - alongside all the feeling in your waist and legs - in an instant. You crumbled and Kann all but dove on top of you. His face looked terrible and you’d had a fleeting moment of pride. There were almost feral looking nail marks around his empty eye socket, the place where you’d bitten off his ear still ragged. But it ended when he punched you, hard, across the face. He emptied all of his hatred for you into it, all the years he’d wanted you to bend to his will, all the times you’d refused to fuck him, the resentment of it. You told your body to move, to fight back, but only your arms would listen. It was like someone had ripped away everything from about halfway down your ribs and below. You could see evidence of your stomach and hips and legs existing but couldn’t feel them there. Your body was one of the only things you’d ever been able to count on and it was gone. 

You hadn’t been able to shove Kann off you when a blur of silver slammed into him, sending the both of them sprawling meters away. There was a concerned squeak at your side, and you turned to see the kid, his black eyes wide. When they met yours, his terror almost matched your own. You picked him up and wrapped him in your arms, holding his face to your chest, hoping it would protect him before you twisted the part of your body you could move to see the Mandalorian. He was on top of your husband, Kann’s legs flailing uselessly on the ground as Din just kept hitting him and hitting him. He was screaming, the sound was oddly cracked by the modulator. 

“Mando!” You yelled, reaching for him uselessly, keeping the baby’s body tight to yours with one arm while stretching out with the other. You doubted he could hear you. “Mando, stop!” 

You looked around, hoping someone would keep him from murdering a man in the street and keep him out of trouble. There was a second of relief when you saw men working their way through the crowd until you recognized the first one. He was a head taller than everyone around him and you’d met him before, on one of the rare occasions Kann had brought you with him to trade. He was a friend of his. 

You looked around, frantic, to see if there was a rock or something you could throw but there was nothing except dirt and a blaster that was too far away to reach. You released the baby and started trying to pull your broken body toward it, stretching and reaching as you kept screaming for the Mandalorian to listen to you. 

You’d only made it about a foot of the ten or so you’d need to drag yourself when the blaster sprang into your outstretched hand. You froze for a moment and caught the bit of green out of the corner of your eye. The child was standing against your stomach, his little hand outstretched, faced scrunched in concentration. He looked to the blaster in your hand and then to you, his ears tipping down. His dark eyes met yours, his fear tinged in satisfaction and pride. You didn’t have time to figure out how he’d gotten the blaster to your hand. You grabbed him and pulled him against you again and screamed “Din!” Before shooting Kann’s friend as he broke through the crowd. 

It seemed to snap the Mandalorian out of whatever trance he’d been in. He stopped screaming and straightened, still on top of Kann who’d gone still. He looked back to you for a moment. It was hard, holding onto the blaster, holding yourself up without the help of your core muscles. You were exhausted from it, but there were still men coming for him, you could see the shuffling of the crowd. He turned away from you, seeing them too, quickly shooting them before hitting Kann yet again. 

You couldn’t seem to keep going then, your blaster arm giving out. Your grip on the kid loosened, too, but you still held him. 

“It’s OK little one,” you said quietly, even though you knew that, for you, it wasn’t OK. This felt different from every other injury you’d ever had, even when you’d been hacked at by the general on Naboo. It was like you could feel your body shutting down. “You’ll be fine and he’ll be fine, it’s OK.” 

He cooed at you, putting a small hand to your chest, as Din stood up. He paused a moment, standing over your husband’s still body, fist still clenched, panting for breath before turning and stalking over to you, scanning the crowd as though he was daring someone to stop him. You watched him and let yourself enjoy it for a moment. If you were dying anyway, no point in pretending like you didn’t want him. You’d like to feel him again. You tried to focus on the good as his bloodied armor glistened in the sun. The time on the ship with Layari, playing chess and drinking whiskey, the night in Bisneth. It had hardly been any time at all but you clung to it as he came for you. It was hard to keep your eyes open then, staying alive was taking more energy than you had to expend. It wasn’t going to be long and he should leave you where you were, it would at least explain something away. Maybe keep him out of trouble - a Mandalorian wearing all beskar beating someone to death was bound to leave an impression. With your body there, too, it would hopefully give the New Republic some context. Enough to maybe keep him off wanted lists, anyway. 

A small hand found your face, the baby making a concerned sound. You gave him a little squeeze. He was a sweet thing. You hoped he didn’t understand what was happening and that he was small enough that he’d forget it quickly. He took his hand back just before another, much larger, one cupped the cheek that Kann hadn’t struck. You wanted to open your eyes to look at him but that seemed too hard. You had to fight to even press into his touch. 

“I’ve got you, Cyare,” he said. His voice was soft. There was that word again, the one that you’d asked him about on Bakura. He carefully pulled the baby from your limp grasp and, for a second, you thought he was doing what you’d wanted him to: leave you behind. But he slipped an arm below your back and lifted you into him. Your head drifted to his beskar covered chest as you tried to gauge where the rest of your body was without being able to feel it there. “You’ll be OK. I’ve got you.” 

Things got fuzzy there. You thought it had been his hands holding you down at one point, but you couldn’t be sure. You weren’t even sure how long you’d been unconscious. 

The baby wound your hair around his fingers and you smiled at how enthralled by it he seemed. 

“What’s your name, anyway?” You asked him quietly, still smiling. 

“Not sure,” Din said from beside you, making you jump. The baby’s grip on your hair tightened in surprise.

“Fucking maker,” you swore, looking over to him. He’d barely shifted, his helmet no longer leaning back against the wall and instead turned toward you. “How long have you been awake?” 

“Only a minute,” he said. “How are you feeling?” 

“I can feel at all,” you replied. “So better than I was. I suppose I have you to thank for that. Bacta?” 

“Bacta wasn’t going to do it,” he said. “You needed a medic, they had to reconstruct part of your spine, needed some cybernetics…” 

You nodded slowly, looking back to the child on your lap. 

“How long was I out?” You asked. 

“We left Garqi almost six days ago,” he replied. “You were awake for a bit with the medic after that, not sure what you remember of it.” 

“Not much,” you said, still watching the baby, who had sat down on your lap, facing you. He’d moved on to tugging at the front of your shirt, which you didn’t recognize. He twisted the fabric around his fingers, frowning, like he was trying to understand the difference between the cloth and your hair. 

“Probably good,” he replied. “You were in a lot of pain.” 

You looked down to your feet and tried moving them again. It took a little less focus this time, but still more effort than you were used to. 

“The medic said we should get you up and walking when you woke up,” Din said. You scrunched your nose. That sounded miserable. “I can help.” 

“No,” you said quickly. “I can do it on my own.” 

You looked down at the baby again. He was still fascinated by your shirt. You carefully disentangled his fingers and he looked up at you, his ears down. A pang of confusion. 

“You can play with that later,” you assured him, scooping him up and giving him a quick hug. “But my lap apparently has to move which means you’re getting passed off.” 

The Mandalorian got up and you handed the baby to him before carefully, slowly, twisting your body around until your feet were on the floor. You were in unfamiliar pants, too. They were far too large, easily 6 inches too long and cinched at the waist so they wouldn’t fall off your body. You leaned forward to roll them up but there was an odd pulling in your back, making you wince. 

“Wait,” Mando said, kneeling and setting the baby down next to your feet. He cuffed the pants around your ankles. 

“Thanks,” you said. “Now if I trip, it’s all on me.” 

He picked the kid back up and stood next to the bed, watching you. You took a deep breath and braced yourself, stomach tight. You could feel his eyes on you. 

“Can you… I don’t know, look somewhere else?” You asked. 

“Why?” You could practically hear the frown in his voice. 

“Because when I fall on my ass I don’t need witnesses,” you said dryly. “But if it’ll make the kid laugh, he can stay.”

Mando gave a short laugh but went and stood outside the door. 

“Here,” he said, back to the door. “This way I can still hear if you hit your head.” 

“Yeah yeah,” you muttered, bracing yourself again. You silently counted to three and pushed off the bed, almost immediately falling into the wall. 

“You OK?” The Mandalorian almost sounded amused. You narrowed your eyes. 

“Fine,” you grimaced. “Just relearning how to walk, you try it.”

“You’re doing great, Doll,” he said. “You’re still upright.” 

“Such a dick,” you muttered. Your legs were still shaky, so you waited a moment longer before pushing yourself off from the wall, leaving your fingers against it to help you stay balanced. 

You were already more secure than you were last time but you’d hardly be winning any races anytime too soon. You took a shaky step, suddenly aware of the fact that you really needed to use the fresher. 

“OK I’m going to try and leave the room,” you said. “Do me a favor and try to keep the mockery to a minimum.” 

The baby cooed. 

“Thanks for the support, kiddo,” you sighed before taking another step forward. 

You were frustrated. Your body had always been your most reliable tool. You knew it well, knew how to move it to be strong or nimble, to seduce or fade away. This kind of instability was totally foreign and while you hadn’t felt terribly strong in a long time, it was disturbing to feel this weak. 

You stumbled a bit when you lost your handhold as you moved out of Din’s quarters and into the hold. You felt his eyes on you and you glared at him. 

“I didn’t say a word,” he said. “You’re doing very well.” 

“You’re infuriating.” 

There was a low, quiet sound from the modulator, one you guessed the Mandalorian hadn’t expected it to register. Of course he found this funny. Jerk. 

You made it to the fresher and propped yourself up agains the door with one hand before giving a small bow with a flourish with the other. The baby giggled. You closed the door, leaning against it.

There was still a small mirror in the fresher and you were able to get a good look at your face. The medic must have gone after that, too. Not only was there no sign of the blow Kann had landed before Mando tackled him, there was no indication of your previous beating, either. Everything was healed.

When you finished, he was still hovering outside the door. 

“You should take it easy,” he said. The kid was tucked against his side. “Eat something.” 

You considered arguing for a moment but you were suddenly aware that you were starving. It was like your body needed reminding of all its parts and functions. Maybe it did, maybe the cybernetics needed some kind of programming that you didn’t know about. But you hadn’t eaten since the day before you saw Din again for the first time, and your body had apparently been trying to heal since then. Food was required. 

You slowly made your way to the galley, taking a few steps without the aid of the wall for balance. Din stayed close until you were seated again. He got out a ration and water, putting both in front of you before sitting at the small table across from you, setting the child on top of it. You opened the ration and took a bite, bigger than what was appropriate but it was hard for you to care. It was the best ration you’d ever had and you weren’t even sure what kind it was. 

“So,” you said after you swallowed, nodding at the kid. “You’ve been busy.” 

Din shrugged. 

“He was a quarry,” he said. “But… I couldn’t leave him with them.” 

“Who’s them?” You frowned, taking another bite of the ration. He paused. 

“Imps,” he said eventually. Your eyes went wide. 

“What do Imps want with a kid?” You looked at the little thing, standing on the table, eyeing your food. “Wait, I thought you didn’t take Imperial work?” 

“I don’t,” he replied. “It was an underground job, didn’t know it was Imps until I went to the meeting. I only stayed… Well, there wasn’t a puck, all I had was an age and a location.” 

“And you went after a kid.” 

“I didn’t know he was a kid,” he said. You raised your eyebrows. “How old do you think he is?” 

“Hazard a guess?” You shrugged, looking at his uncertain steps and wide eyes. “Not more than two.” 

“He’s in his 50s.” Your eyes went wide. Din just nodded. “I’m not sure what his lifespan is but it must be hundreds of years. I didn’t know the species, I assumed I was looking for an adult, that the imps were just after someone of interest.” 

“And what is their interest?” 

“Research,” Din said, looking at the child. “There’s… he can…” 

“I saw it,” you cut him off, saving him from his fumbling explanation. His head shot up to look at you. “On Garqi. I was screaming for you, I couldn’t get your attention and Kann’s friends… I was trying to get to the blaster but I could only drag myself and I wasn’t getting far. It just… flew into my hand. He was standing there, reaching his arm out and it just came to me.” 

Din looked back to the boy, who just looked back at him, making a happy sound. 

“I was told he’s a Jedi,” he said. “A sorcerer.” 

“My mother knew Jedi,” you said after a moment. Din looked back to you again. “Back, before the Empire. Her mistress, Padme Amidala, worked with two of them closely. My mother liked them, said they were kind. And Amidala liked them, too. Seemed more assured when they were around but I guess sorcerers are good friends to have…” 

“Were they like him?” Din nodded to the boy. 

“In skills?” You shrugged. “From what she told me, I think so. She made it sound like they could do anything, though. They’d throw an enemy off a cliff or grab a data pad from across the room with the same power. And they had sabers that deflected blaster bolts. But, of course, they were trained. There was a temple on Coruscant before the Empire wiped them all out…. But they were human. Or I think they were, at least. She said they were handsome so I doubt they looked much like him. No offense, little one.” 

The kid cooed and you assumed you were forgiven. 

“I need to bring him to his people,” he said, watching him. 

“Which people?” You asked. “Others of his species or other Jedi? Because one is a race that I don’t believe either of us has ever encountered before, the other is a group of extinct warriors who were wiped out by the Empire.” 

“Never said it would be easy,” he shrugged. “But the Mandalorians were wiped out by the Empire too and I’m still here.” 

You nodded slowly and sighed. The kid was lucky, at least. If anyone could find a lost people, it’d be Mando. You looked around, noticing how quiet it was for the first time. 

“Where are we?” You frowned, wondering where the tell-tale signs of engine noise was. 

“Wild space,” he replied. “An uncharted world I stumbled upon a few years back when the Crest needed repair. It’s uninhabited, seemed like a good place to lie low for a bit.” 

You nodded. 

“Not a bad plan,” you said. “I’m sure he’s got plenty interested in him and, from what I remember of getting off Garqi, we didn’t exactly keep things quiet.” 

You were both silent for a moment. It was strange, being in the same room as him again. You’d thought about him far more than you wanted to admit you since the day he’d left you on Dantooine. There wasn’t a day you hadn’t wondered where he was or remembered something he’d said or the way he’d touched you. You’d spent far more time apart than you had together but being near him felt right. And you’d need to be prepared for when he left you again. 

“So,” you sat up a little straighter, wincing a bit at the feeling in your back. “Between the medic and the fuel, I imagine my bill is pretty high.” 

“Doll,” he sighed, but you cut him off. 

“I’m not going to be indebted to you,” you said. “Give me a number and what work you need for me to make it up to you.” 

“You saved my life, rescued a foundling and helped complete a job,” he replied. 

“Well you’ve saved me a few times over,” you said. “I’m not owing you, Mando.” 

He was quiet, considering.

“We can discuss it when I pick up another job,” he said. “You can’t work until you’re healed.”

You glowered at him, even though you knew he was right. You’d be nothing but a hindrance in a fight right now and not being able to walk more than a few steps would set you back with info gathering. 

“Fine,” you agreed. “But I mean it.” 

He sighed. 

“I know.” 

#mandalorian fanfic #fanfic #din djarin #enemies to friends to lovers #the mandalorian #slow burn #the mandalorian x f!reader #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x female reader

[maehara-san]

Something about the unknown.

[a/n: something random, do please enjoy. 🪐]

"Do you still miss him?"

Resting your chin on your open palm you looked away, staying quiet to avoid a question you did not know the answer to yet.

"Come on," your friend grabbed the empty chair and sat down in front of your desk. "It's been a month (name)―"

Placing your hands on your desk you rised abruptly from your seat. "You don't know what it's like to care about someone who deeply hurt you." Looking at your friend you added, "Please stop asking me when you don't fully understand how badly I'm hurting right now."

Your friend sighed, their lips parted ready to argue against you but opted not to.

You walked out of your classroom with crossed arms in front of your chest. The halls filled with students that paid no attention to what you were filling, wishing that you too did not having anything to worry about.

As you turned the corner to head down the stairs you saw your ex with another girl, her arm wrapped tightly around his own. Happily flirting as if nothing he always had been single with no trace of an ex.

"It's hard seeing him like that isn't it?" A voice spoke one you recognized well.

Your eyes wouldn't tear themselves away from the two people down at the bottom of the stairs. An ache rising again, you moved your hand to the front of your chest and squeeze your shirt tightly. Your knuckles turning white, hoping it would reach your heart to stop it from beating and feeling that hole deepening inside.

"He moved on too quickly, don't you think you deserve better than that?" He stepped closer to you. "Someone like Bakugo isn't capable of caring about someone else. He never has, there's a reason why he got rid of you so quickly."

There was hesitation within you, but you didn't stop yourself from asking.

"Why?..."

"Bakugo only got what he wanted from you, if he truly meant what he said he wouldn't be locking lips with another girl knowing well his ex is watching."

Truth and behold, he was right.

But damn did it feel horrible needing to face reality. You wanted to keep the hurt locked away, far away from your reach. Anything to make the ache a little less hard than it really was.

Angrily you wiped away the tears that formed in your eyes again.

"I should have listened―" you sniffled, feeling hatred for him and yourself for not seeing how things really were. "Damn it... damn it all!"

"You shouldn't have to keep waiting for someone that won't ever come back." He said.

"I'd do anything... to make sure that would happen." You clenched your jaw seeing the way his hand went to grace your arm, delicately.

"My offer still stands." He reminded you, "I dislike people like him who feel entitled."

"I'm not going to use you, Shinso." You shook your head looking at him with a tear stained face. "I wouldn't be able to hurt you like that."

"Who said you'll hurt me?" He playfully smirked, "I know what I'm getting myself into remember? I'm the one who's asking you."

Before you were able to tell him anything, Bakugo stopped at the top of the stairs looking at you, as your eyes stared at his arm wrapped around her waist.

"Don't you have anything else to do than follow me?"

"Who said she was following you?" Shinso stepped forward, glaring at him.

"How more obvious and pathetic can she be huh?!" He raised his voice staring down at him then at you. "Get over yourself! I'm done with you. Move on with your life will you? You're just asking people to pity you."

Your hands formed into tight fists, all you wanted was to slap that ridiculous look off from him. Those red orbs were only haunting you each time you closed your eyes, you were done. You had enough of him being the shadow that lingered over you each time you decided anything for yourself.

Bakugo wasn't the same person you first knew.

He was an egocentric asshole.

"Fuck you." Your voice held venom. "I don't need to loom over you and your side chick, Bakugo. I won't ever cry again for someone who doesn't give a hell about anyone but himself."

Pressing his tongue against the inside of his bottom lip, chuckling dryly.

"You're just mad that I dumped you―"

"No I'm actually relieved now that thanks to Shinso I finally opened my eyes to see you're not even worth crying two years over."

Which of course ticked him off even more.

Shinso couldn't help but laugh, "Damn coming from someone like (name) who rarely gets mad at someone you really went hit rock bottom, Bakugo."

"Shut up you purple hair trolled!" Bakugo yelled getting ready to throw a punch at him when Shinso surprised him by hitting him instead.

He staggered back holding his nose, "Y―you damn bastard!"

"Bakugo!" The girl exclaimed, rushing over to his side and screamed seeing blood was dripping from his nose. "You're an animal!"

"You're going to pay for this!"

"How?" Shinso confidently questioned as he wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you in. "You already lost everything you had gained. (Name) is mine and the only thing you have is well... that." He pointed at the chick next to him, "Not to mention in a real fight I'm pretty sure I'll be the one with less injuries."

"You're out here talking crap about me leaving you when you already with him!" Bakugo pointed at him. "You're a fucking hypocrite."

Shinso smirked, holding your chin with his thumb and index finger. He pulled you in quickly, taking you off guard as his lips connect with yours.

Your eyes widened, lips frozen as he you felt his soft plumps lips against your own. Slowly your eyes started to close and you began to copy his moves, kissing him back.

A noise of disgust could be heard but you didn't know if it was Bakugo's or the girl's.

You were too occupied by the way his hand moved down to hold the side of your neck, as his thumb rested on the bottoms part of your cheek.

He deepens the kiss, forgetting about the problem at hand. Shinso was already in too deep to pull away now, becoming addicted with the way you tasted, the way you felt.

Your hands came up to rest on his waist, ignoring the light of wariness in your brain going off. All you knew was that you didn't want to stop.

"What the hell is going on here?"

You breathed heavily as your lips parted from one another, seeing your teacher Mr. Aizawa standing there looking at the four of you.

"This fucking extra hit me that's what!" Bakugo yelled.

Shinso being the unbothered person he was responded with a monotone. "You're still here? I thought you would have left by now."

"You little!―"

Aizawa pulled Bakugo back away from Shinso and you.

"You're all coming with me." He announced, "Now."

"But he was the one who hit him first!―" the girl tried to put the blame on him but he ignored her.

"I don't care who started what." He sternly said looking back and forth at each of you. "You four are coming with me, you are equally to balme here."

"This isn't fair!" She whined.

He rolled his eyes and pushed them both to start walking.

"This is stupid!" Bakugo retorted.

Shinso and you made your way downstairs to the teachers staff room.

You were too flustered to even look at him or say anything, only complied with the directions that your teacher gaved you.

He of course noticed this and quietly slipped his hand into yours.

Looking down you saw his fingers were tightly intertwined with yours, and looked at him shyly.

Shinso offered you a soft smile, making you blush even more all the way to the staff room.

"Quite blushing, you look like a damn tomato." Aizawa said as he let you guys in first into the room.

#shinso hitoshi #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinsou angst #bnha shinso hitoshi #mha shinso hitoshi #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha angst #mha angst #bnha fluff #mha fluff #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #mha fandom #bnha fandom #bnha blog #bnha masterlist #bnha au #bnha #mha au

[autisticdonni]

Of The Ocean

platonic yandere tmnt boys (2018) / mutant reader (gn)

Part 2/??? 

Part 1

Requests are open, write in the comments if you’d like to be tagged when the next part comes out. 

TW: Stalking, self-hatred, mistaken identity, yandere themes. Though this work is SFW, minors please watch out for potential adult themes! 

RECAP: You sat there, huddled in a ball in what must have been your only safe space as voices spoke above you. Too scared to listen, you stared out of the neck hole and saw a pair of three-toed feet step in front of it. Then, the mutant crouched down, so you were face to face. This one was smaller and must have been the one to tackle you. His face was round, and partially covered in an orange bandana. He grinned at you, and you shrunk further into yourself. Great. You were surrounded. 

Thank you everyone who’s left kind messages below the first post! I can’t directly respond to them, as this is a side blog. I read all of them, and they make my heart feel full! 

Curled up in your shell, you stared out the hole where you head went as time dragged on. The orange turtle mutant hadn’t really moved from his space, his eyes squinting as he struggled to make out your features in the darkness of your shell. 

“Great, Mikey!” The red mutant scolded, “you scared ‘em! Here, back off,” a large, clawed hand gently shoved the orange turtle away, who let out a squawk of protest but didn’t fuss too much as his spot was taken. 

Those same hands gently wrapped around the sides of your shell and effortlessly scooped you up into a strong embrace. You churred anxiously from your little hideout, and the turtle paused his movements. 

“I’m sorry,” Red said quietly, peeking into the hole of your shell, “I really didn’t mean to scare you like that-are you okay?” He turned his head this way and that, trying to get a better look into your shell. 

You didn’t respond. Something instinctual in the back of your brain had woken up since you’d been chased. You saw this mutant for what he was; a predator. His teeth were sharp, and with how broad and big he was you hazard a guess that he must be some type of snapping turtle. 

When you didn’t reply, he frowned slightly, “come on!” He coaxed, trying a crooked smile that showed off his sharp snaggle-tooth, “old Raphie’s not that scary!”

“Why don’t you try putting them down?” Another one of the mutants snarked, “I mean, I’d be scared out of my shell if I got picked up by a stranger!”

There was some bickering back and forth before the red mutant finally set you down. The second your shell touched the concrete, you burst out of your shell and scrambled away from the group of mutants. 

“Whoa, whoa!” The mutant with the blue mask nervously laughed, holding his hands up, “no need to get all skittish, we’re not gonna hurt you!”

You stumbled to your feet, eyes narrowed on the turtles, “you just fucking chased me, of course I’m gonna be skittish!” You shot back, your shoulders hunching as you took in the four turtles around you. 

Big red, or Raph, stood closest to you. He was just as big as he was a few seconds ago. His hands were held out in front of him in a placating motion, a sort of worried twisted smile on his face. 

Next to him was the turtle with the orange mask. His skin was a cooler green, mottled with dark orange spots. His smile was bigger, and he kept on shifting from foot to foot like he was just holding himself back from pouncing on you again. 

Next to them, were two similarly sized turtles. Blue and purple. Blue slowly put his hands down to his side, a charming sort of smile on his face as he took you in. 

Purple, on the other hand, looked completely nonplussed. His arms were crossed, and he didn’t look at you for more than a few seconds before he quickly looked away in a sort of flustered panic. 

“Just,” you swallowed, your mouth felt dry and thick as you took a few shuffling steps backwards. Though none of them moved, you got the feeling that they would have no problem with lunging after you if needed, “just let me go, okay? I don’t know what kinda weird fuckin’ club you have going on, but I’m just trying to go home.”

“Then we’ll take you home!” Orange chirped jumping on his toes, “it’ll be a fun adventure!”

“I can get home on my own,” you said through gritted teeth, taking another step back. Your shell hit the rough brick of the wall behind you and you flinched at the harsh brick on your leathery shell. It felt sore, more sensitive than anything you had ever really experienced before. 

Your discomfort must have shown on your face, because Blue’s face dropped when he saw your pinched expression. 

“Are you hurt?” He asked, taking a small step forward and reaching out towards you. You hissed at him, but it didn’t seem to dissuade him a whole lot. His hand rested on your arm. 

His hand was cold, but it was soft as it slowly wrapped around your wrist. Part of you wanted to jerk back, but there was no space for you to properly move away from him. 

“I’m fine!” You snapped, but your voice wavered. Something about them made your skin crawl and your stomach feel like it was tying itself up into knots. His hand held on tight to your arm, pulling gently on your arm to try and pull you closer to him. 

“You’re hurt,” Blue said, “at least let me look at your shell? You, you’re a softshell, right?” His smile twitched, hovering more on the hysterical side now, and his grip refused to weaken. 

You kept your mouth shut. Your instincts were proving to be right, as the look in his eyes went from something you might have thought to be caring to downright frenzied. 

“Everything is gonna be okay,” Raph soothed from where he approached at Blue’s side, “I know you’re scared, but we can get out of this together, okay?”

Raph smiled hopefully at you, making encouraging motions as blue pulled you closer to his plastron, “we’re gonna get you back to our lair, get you all patched up, and then we’ll all be happy, okay?”

You let Blue pull you closer to him, which seemed to work as his eyes glimmered with a sort of hopeful look. You felt his grip slacken, and in that moment raised your other arm and punched him right in the throat. 

He let out a yelping gag and fell back, and the three other turtles erupted into chaos. You ran, faster than you thought you ever could. Dodging and weaving through the three mutants, you slipped under the purple one’s outstretched arm. 

Just as before, you ran. Scrambling through the streets of New York now with four mutants on your tail. With your lack of experience in chases, they were quickly catching up to you. You could practically feel their breath on your shell as you burst out from an alleyway and found yourself in a place you recognized well. 

The pier! You could’ve cried at the sight of it! 

The thought of water rushing all around you made your heart jump. You slid underneath the handrail and tossed yourself off of the concrete pier and into the bay. 

The rush of cold water hit you like a bullet, and you opened your eyes to see that the water was much clearer than you had previously thought. Perhaps it was because of your mutation, but now you could see everything almost perfectly. 

There was a loud splash behind you, and you whirled around to see that Purple had jumped inside too. He looked furious as he darted towards you with surprising speed. You kicked out your legs, and found that you moved just as fast, if not faster, than him! 

Purple darted and weaved through the water, trying to curl behind you to grab you. You swam like you’ve never swam before, clawing at the water and roughly kicking whenever purple got too close. 

Deeper and deeper the two of you swam into the bay, passing through the murky water like twin bullets swirling around one another. Each swipe from Purple was strong enough to knock you off balance as you struggled to keep away from him. Your lungs were burning with the need for air, and you started to swim upwards towards the surface. 

Purple followed you like a bloodhound, no matter how you twisted and tried to throw him off of your trail, those dark eyes stayed on you. As you breached the surface, Purple’s hand wrapped around your ankle and yanked you back into the water. 

You choked on the water, grasping your throat as you struggled to cough the water from your lungs. Purple’s face was blurred from the bubbles that left your mouth, but you felt him dragging you deeper and deeper into the depths of the bay. 

Just as your vision started to fade, Purple wrapped his arms around you and slammed his body into a thick metal grate. The metal whined with age, and then warped as it caved in. The two of you fell inside a large pipe. 

Your head crested above the water with a wheezing cough as the water yanked and pulled the two of you along. Purple held onto you stubbornly, his thin but muscular arms wrapped around you so tight you thought your shell would crack!

Finally, the pipe angled downwards and the two of you fell down into a deep pool of water. You fell with a shriek, holding onto Purple out of fear as he dove down into the water again and slipped into yet another pipe. 

Squeezing your eyes shut, you held onto Purple as he swam through pipe after pipe until the two of you broke water again. He hefted you up onto the concrete platform, where you laid. Exhausted and panting, you struggled to get your hands under you and push yourself up. 

Purple heaved himself out of the water, panting just as hard as you were. You felt his hand grab you by the tip of your shell and heft you up onto your feet. 

“Are they okay?” Orange’s worried voice had you weakly looking up to find the other turtles standing in a circular doorway that led to another section of whatever underground lair this was. 

He wrung his hands worriedly in front of him, jogging over to your sopping wet form. He squatted down beside you, his lips pursed in worry as you coughed up a lungful of sewer water. 

“They’re fine,” Purple snapped, “Leo, take them. I think they got roughed up on the way down.” He let go of your shell, but before you could fall a pair of arms wrapped around your middle and pulled you up into a princess carry.

Looking up weakly, you saw it was Blue who was holding you. He grinned, a sort of triumphant look on his face as he set off walking further into the lair with you weakly curled in his arms. 

“See? That wasn’t so bad!” Leo cooed, “if you’d just cooperated, then you wouldn’t be injured, now would you?” When you didn’t answer, he just smiled and nuzzled his nose on the top of your head in a soothing motion as he carried you along. 

#yandere tmnt #yandere rottmnt #yandere writing #tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader

[yeastinfectionvale]

Marcia leaned against the door, listening to Valentina's father rant to someone angrily.

She caught bits and pieces of the conversation, unable to hear the other person. "She needs to go!" He explained, "with her here the whole shop is a shitshow." Her brows knitted together as closed her eyes. "Ever since that little Spanish bitch came, all the fucking plans have sailed out the window." Marcia clenched her fist. "No Valentina is 100% okay with her going. That's the flaw with that slut. She thinks that running away from her hometown will fix all her problems. What is a fancy degree going to do?" Marcia paused.

Was Valentina trying to get rid of her? Was that the reason she wouldn't look her in the eye? Marcia looked down in sadness. She had shown her feelings to her, and they had spent nights together. Whispering and kissing under the cover of the night. But apparently it was all one-sided. She was just a foolish girl.

"No look she's leaving soon and then I'm going to get that group of stubborn whores out of here." Marcia heard him move closer to the door and she ran.

Outside in the sun, Valentina sat on the floor in a tank top and shorts. Infront of her lay an open toolbox full of dirty tools. She basked in the sunlight, headphones on her head as she scrubbed the oil off the tools.

She turned to see Marcia running out of the back of the shop, a million emotions running around her face. "Mar?" Valentina called out lightly. Marcia whipped her face round to look at Vale, a look of disgust in her eyes. "So you want me gone?" Marcia stomped forward. Valentina sat up properly, confused why Marcia was shaking. "I'm just a runaway slut huh. I've come here and fucked up your shop." She grabbed a small wrench off the floor. "I cannot believe you. Leading me on, kissing me like that all for what?" She shook the wrench around, "well jokes on you Valentina Rossi, I'll be leaving and I don't plan to look back. I hope your shop fails, I hope your grandfather is looking on and watches you fail." Marcia tossed the wrench at Valentina, hitting her square in the chest. Valentina held her hands to her chest, her body aching as she watched Marcia run.

Her father waltzed outside, his phone dangling from his fingertips. "Valentina, I have an offer for the shop. It's not much, but I'll be able to buy a house near Lucia." Valentina glared at her father, hatred oozing from her. "Fuck off." She said defiantly, "this is my shop, the same shop my grandfather owned. I have worked hard enough to keep my shop open and I sure as hell won't sell it so you can buy a house." Her father's hand twitched as he strides towards her. "You and your slut of a sister know no discipline. Fine, don't sell this shit hole of a shop. But I won't be there to save you from homelessness. From today I have no children." He stormed off leaving Valentina aching and sore.

Marcia hurried back to the house, shoving her belongings into her suitcase. She grabbed a piece of paper, scribbling a short goodbye on it. Suitcase in hand, letter in pocket, Marcia left Tavullia.

#professional yapper #motogp #Wrench to the heart #OH DOUBLE WAMMY?? TWO PIECES IN ONE DAY ???? DAMN GIRL

[mykneeshurt]

Validation

Drabble I found in my notes from a few weeks ago. He’s my comfort character sorryyyyy.

I have raging daddy issues so of course this was gonna come out of my mind. May or may not be based on me LMFAO

Heavy silent tears streamed down your face. Flicking your watch it illuminated the time, 03:00. Your chest hurt from the weight of the sadness within it, a deep deep ache within. Re-burying your head in your hands you let out a sigh. Your thoughts once again consuming you, your self-critical, self-hatred, self-blaming thoughts.

‘Alright love?’ A familiar voice broke the deafening silence. Slowly removing your hands from your face you peered up at your Lieutenant through your blood shot eyes. Offering him a small smile you shook your head. You’d been with Task Force 141 for around 10 months now. Transferred in due to your excellent combat skills and ability to get in and get out of situations unnoticed, earning the nickname Lynx.

Your Lieutenant, Ghost, warmed up quicker to you than he’d wanted. Soap, Gaz and Price all blown away at how fast your relationship grew. It started with small banter, you challenged him every step of the way refusing to let him intimidate you. That progressed into small touches, lingering glances and private jokes. Naturally it blossomed further, you began to open up to him. You didn’t expect anything in return but the weight of the mask you wore day in day out was taking its toll.

You and Ghost were more a like than he cared to believe. You both wore masks, he wore his literally, your’s figuratively. You both struggled to carry and express your emotions. You both experienced trauma, and while you shouldn’t compare trauma, his was worse than yours. At least you still had your parents, they just fucked you up emotionally rather than physically. What was it? BPD trait a psychiatrist once said to you.

‘Bad night love?’ He asked quietly. You nodded breaking eye contact, your eyes dropping back to the table. Stray tears dropped onto the table. ‘Wanna talk?’

‘Same old shit Lt. don’t wanna bore you.’ Your voice was quiet and full of sadness. ‘You’d never bore me. But if you don’t wanna talk we can just sit if you want.’ Nodding you offered a smile of thanks. He felt safe to be around, he offered some sort of calm to your chaos.

Of course this was ‘Simon’ you were talking to, not Ghost. Ghost was cold, calculated, a killer. How he could switch between the two almost seamlessly was terrifying. You’d offered multiple times to be a listening ear for him, he slowly drip fed you bits about his life whilst on missions. Gaining a greater understanding of what made him who he was. Raging emotional issues, complex PTSD and a very unstable mood, which could be borderline abusive sometimes. But little did you know how much you helped him, a small feeling of stability in a never ending sea of torment. Soap put it best ‘fixing each others problems.’ Though you often joked that no amount of therapy would help Ghost.

Your tears eventually dried but the void in your chest grew ever bigger. Ghost was older than you by a fair few years, he gave you praise, something you were unable to do yourself. He gave you reassurance and helped sooth your self-critical voice in your head. You’d developed a crush on him almost instantly. He gave you the emotional validation you craved. The … attention you craved.

Twiddling your thumbs you stood and brushed your hair out of your face. ‘Feel better?’ He asked cocking his head to the side. ‘I think so, thanks’ you said quietly. Walking around the side of the table you placed you hand on his shoulder. He turned to look at you, your eyes flitting to his lips and back to his eyes.

You knew what you were doing, he knew all to well what you were doing. You wanted to fill the void with him. To feel wanted. To feel validated. He stood and placed a hand on your face, cupping your jaw. ‘Stop it. You can do better than me love. I can’t give you what you deserve.’ Placing your hand on his you gazed up at him ‘no, but maybe it’s what I want.’

#ghost x you #simon ghost riley #call of duty #cod mw22 #fluff #mutual pining

[sorrydearie]

#: shaky hands :) :) :) :) :)

berlermo + sick whump prompts

“You’ve been hiding this from me. Why?”

It wasn’t an accusation, not exactly. There was no malice behind the words. No hatred, no ire. Martín didn’t have enough strength left for it. 

He was too exhausted, lying there on the living room floor, feeling empty and drained and like a mere shadow of himself – like someone had shoved a fist into his chest and ripped out his miserable little heart. 

There had been so many times in the past when Martín had wanted to punch Andrés, and God knows the bastard would have deserved it. Whenever he had brought home another one of his women like a tomcat dragging in a dirty rat, when he would just up and leave in the middle of the night to chase a flight of fancy, when he wouldn’t listen to Martín’s practical concerns because think about the aesthetics, Martín!

But he’d always held back. 

Until tonight.

Martín hadn’t been able to help it. It was as if a switch had been flicked: he’d seen red when he had found the doctor’s note among Andrés’s things. 

Helmers Myopathy.

Andrés’s mother's disease. 

A death sentence. 

Andrés was going to leave him. He’d fuck off and die, like the selfish bastard he was, and leave Martín to wither away by himself.

Next to him, Andrés heaved a sigh. The air rattled inside his lungs, hollow and damp. There was a faint whistling noise when he spoke, too; Martín thought he might have broken his nose when he punched him. 

“I never meant for you to find out,” Andrés said matter-of-factly: water is wet, the sky is blue. I never intended to tell you. “But I should’ve known it was pointless. You’re as nosy as Veroni—”

“Don’t!” Martín gritted his teeth. “I’m not one of your fucking wives, I’m so much more. So don’t you fucking dare compare me to them, you fucking piece of shit.”

Something sparked to life inside his chest. Righteousness, a red-born fury. 

He had been Andrés’s best friend for the better part of a decade. He’d been at his side, always. Together, inseparable. They’d been destined for greatness, to burn as bright as Icarus chasing the sun. 

Where had they gone wrong? In what world did it end like this – without their heist, without their reward. 

Nothing.

Fucking nothing. 

Martín had written the most beautiful mathematical poem for Andrés – a declaration of love, if you so will – and now he’d never get to show him.

Andrés would never know how far Martín was willing to go for him, what kind of beauty he inspired in Martín. What he’d create in his name and lay to his feet, like a humble offering to a cruel and vain god. 

His throat tightened and he blinked furiously, staving off tears. The ceiling blurred into a sheen of white, the hanging lamps turned into glowing stars. Did heaven look like this? Was this what Andrés would see when he—

When he died. 

Andrés’s hand found his. Squeezed, as though he wanted to hold on to him after all, as though he wanted it as badly as Martín. 

A sob caught in Martín’s throat.

He wanted nothing more than to turn his face and curl up next to Andrés. To have and hold him, so close, so tight, so possessively that not even Death himself would dare to take him from Martín. 

“You are right. You’re so much more, you’re—” Andrés trailed off. He was searching for the right words. The ones that’d pacify Martín. The ones that’d mend what had been broken.

(Martín wasn’t sure they even existed. He prayed they did.) 

A few beats of silence, then Andrés sighed. Half exhale, half resignation.

“You weren’t supposed to know,” he said again, sounding impossibly tired. “You worked so hard on the plan, I couldn’t let you throw it away. Not for anything in the world, not because of this. Giving up was never an option.”

He hesitated.

Martín's heart pounded in his ears, so loud he thought Andrés might hear it.

“If tonight was my last night,” Andrés went on, intently, “I’d want to spend it robbing the bank of Spain.”

With you. 

The words hung in the air between them, unspoken. Always unspoken. 

“Don’t take that future away from me, Martín.”

Martín’s chest seized.

His fingers curled around Andrés’s, his grip tight and unyielding.

Andrés never begged for anything, wouldn’t even dare to bat an eye in the face of Death. 

But he pleaded now, with Martín. 

So how could he refuse him?

(How could anyone refuse Andrés anything he wanted?)

“We’ll do it,” Martín said quietly. A promise, an oath, a vow. “We'll rob the bank of Spain. It’s our right.”

And after… 

After, Martín would find a way to keep Andrés. Forever.

#la casa de papel #andrés x martín #berlin x palermo #berlermo #prompts #fics #I'd been so long that I forgot which tags to use asdfgh #just warming up #this is an exercise in writing quickly which means no proofreading and editing #write and yeet

[fanoftheimagines]

For Tis Naught, But Bad Luck

For Tis Naught, But Bad Luck

Day 5 of Jaskier Whump Week 2023

Pairing: Jaskier/Reader

Prompts: Hatred

Reader Gender: Non-Binary

CW: Hurt/Comfort, knives, blood/minor injuries, Jaskier gets roughed up, threats, mentions of cheating, yearning, pre-relationship

Word Count: 582

Summary: You had a bad feeling when Jaskier left the tavern. Turns out your worry was warranted when you find him pinned in an alleyway but a jaded husband.

Pre-S1 E5

A/N: This takes place in Bēstiārium, but you don’t have to know anything about the story for context.

Tags: @jaskierwhumpweek​ @zana999​

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Jaskier Whump Week Masterlist | Jaskier Whump Week 2023

Jaskier had promised he wouldn’t be long. Just a quick trip to the local market for some sweet buns and honey cakes. If he had known it would’ve ended up with him pinned to an alley wall, he would’ve rather taken up your offer to spend time in your room together.

The man with his arm pressed to his throat held a vitriol hatred in his eyes. He was growling about him sleeping with his wife, he thinks. His ears were still ringing slightly from the hard hit he took against the wall.

“Look, fuck, okay, okay, okay…” He muttered in increasing panic. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

The man punched him in the gut. Jaskier sputtered and gasped as the pain hit. “See, I know you’re lying. I know who you are, bard. Wrote a song about it and everything, cocky fucker.” He threw another punch, this time to Jaskier’s face. His head snapped to the side and red-hot blood dripped from his cheek – no doubt cut from the man’s silver rings.

“Fuck, I’m telling the truth!” Jaskier begged loudly, “I don’t sleep with married women!”

“Liar.” The man snarled. He pulled a knife from his hip and pressed it into the side of Jaskier’s red jacket.

“Whoa, hey, fuck! Listen, we can talk about this!”

The man let out a hate-filled chuckle. “There’s nothing to talk abo-“

He cut himself off as a silver blade slid up against his throat.

“Drop. Your. Blade.” You stood just behind the man, angrier than he’d ever seen you before. He would’ve shrunk back from the venom in your eye if it was directed at him.

The man gulped and Jaskier could see the glint of fear in his eyes. “He’s a cheat.” The man said.

You gave a cutting chuckle. “So? Your wife must not like sleeping with you, then. Now, let go of the bard or my knife is going into your neck. Understood?” You pressed your knife tighter to his skin, just to get your point across. A small beard of blood trailed down his neck.

The man nodded slightly and tossed his blade aside. You tugged him back then pushed him away. Jaskier used the space to scramble away and hid behind you. His heart was pounding. His head was spinning. Fuck was he grateful for you right now. You sheathed your knife and placed your hand on your sword. It was a promise and a threat, that much Jaskier knew.

“Listen to me carefully. If you ever touch the bard again, I’ll cut you down where you stand.” You threatened, voice steady but vitriol. “Now go before I change my mind.”

The man scoffed and muttered “coward” before disappearing down the alleyway.

Jaskier released a shaky breath of relief. A soft touch pushed back the hair from his face. With a careful grip, you cupped his cheek and tilted his face to the side.

“Are you okay?” You whispered, a far cry from moments ago.

“I am now that you’re here.”

You sadly smiled. You had a bad feeling the second he left the tavern. He’d been to this village before, and the more you fell in love with him the more you worried. You just couldn’t help it. The wound on his cheek was superficial at best luckily. Just a small cut with only a little blood. You delicately thumbed it away. Jaskier’s breath hitched at your touch.

“I don’t like seeing you hurt.” You whispered.

#general warning #jaskier imagine #jaskier x reader #the witcher imagine #the witcher x reader #jaskier whump week 2023 #enby!reader #trans!reader #romantic!reader #enbyxm #transxm #my fanfic