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actiniumwrites · 1 year

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I’LL BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

synopsis: when ayato’s flight home to visit his family for christmas is cancelled because of a snow storm, he’s stuck at his apartment with you, his best friend and roommate. forced to spend christmas together, it leads to unexpected confessions and newfound love

characters: ayato x gn!reader

wc: 3.3k

warnings: modern!au, fluff, best friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, mutual pining, a few cuss words, uses prompts 3 and 9 from the collab list

notes: this fic is a part of @dustofthedailylife ‘s winter wonderland collab! i’m not the best at writing strictly fluff, so hopefully this turned out alright. if you enjoy this fic, definitely consider checking out everyone else’s amazing works in this collab! i’m so glad i got to be a part of it, thank you, dust <3

The loud slamming of the front door to your apartment was the last thing you were expecting to hear on the night of Christmas Eve. Well, that and the sound of your best friend (and roommate) entering the door with a bunch of curses flying left and right out of his mouth.

In an instant, you were on your feet, turning the corner to find Ayato, standing in the doorway absolutely and utterly soaked from head to toe in his black trench coat and sleek suit underneath. If he didn’t look so furious, you probably would have laughed. That, and you were concerned as to why he was even home in the first place. Not even an hour ago was he supposed to be on his flight back home to his sister to spend Christmas with her. Yet, here he was, dripping icy water onto the floor of your shared apartment.

“Ayato?” you called out, a twinge of concern in your voice, “How come you’re home? I thought you should already be on your way back home to Ayaka?”

The tall male grumbled under his breath as he patted his hands against his coat before sliding off his gloves and slicking back his wet hair. Only now could he finally look at you, “Yes, I was supposed to be on a flight, but those goddamn incompetent pilots couldn’t bear a little cold wind. Now I’m here.”

As if on cue, a strong gust of wind seemed to pound against the windows of your shared apartment. While they were normally crystal clear, the glass now seemed icy with frost and you could barely see the other buildings around you. Hell, you couldn’t even the rest of the city.

“A little icy wind?” you scoffed, “Ayato, that’s a full blown snow storm. I guess we’re stuck here until it blows over, not that I was planning to leave anyway.”

Ayato let out a dejected sigh and shook his coat off his body, folding it gently over his arm. You watched as his light blue hair fell forward onto his face again and onto his eyes. You stepped forward, your hands instinctively moving up and gently moving it to the side of his face as he spoke again, more calmly this time as he melted into your touch, “I suppose so. All the flights got cancelled, so I guess I’ll be spending Christmas here.”

Your eyes met his again and you snorted, “Jeez, don’t sound so disappointed. At least you’ll have me here.”

For the first time tonight, the corners of Ayato’s lips pulled upward as he gazed down at you, “Ugh, don’t remind me.” Your mouth gaped open at his teasing, your hand reaching up to playfully punch his shoulder. Ayato couldn’t help but laugh loudly as he gathered his things and walked down the hall to his room.

“I’m going to go take a hot shower, don’t miss me too much,” he called out, the same teasing tone in his voice.

You scoffed as he shut the door. In moments like these, you couldn’t tell if you were happy or regretful you became roommates with him all those years ago. You had been best friends forever, and once time for college hit, you both decided to move in together. It was expensive to live on your own and Ayato was kind enough to offer you move in with him in his fancy new apartment. But even now, years later, here you were, still living with him. Unknowingly, you had both told yourselves the same lie: it was convenient. Though, deep down, you both knew that wasn’t the real reason why you continued to live together.

Best friends was all you guys ever labeled yourself as. Ayaka always made snide comments whenever she was with the two of you, Yoimiya was always giggling, and even Thoma sometimes joined in on the teasing. And it certainly did not help when the kind old lady at the grocery store always asked when the wedding was going to happen, or the way your landlord would comment on how you guys always acted like a married couple. And as smooth and nonchalant as Ayato was, even he got flustered by the comments. Sometimes, though, you wished you could just be together. If only Ayato held the same feelings, you thought.

Shit, when had you fallen so in love with him?

The sound of footsteps padding down the hall interrupted your thoughts as you sat on the couch, zoned out thinking of your best friend. When he turned the corner and into the living area, you noticed his hair was all wet and he was now dressed in a baggy purple and black sweatshirt with the logo of Inazuma University, the school you both attended, alongside a pair of black sweatpants. What a rare sight, you thought. Normally, he was so professional it was like he could never be caught dead wearing anything informal or casual.

Although you found him to be quite attractive like this, you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. He frowned at the sound, “May I ask what’s so funny?”

Your hands waved him off as you sighed beneath your small smile, insisting it was nothing. Although he wanted to press further as to why you were laughing, Ayato didn’t say anything more. Instead, he opted to sit next to you and slump against the comfortable pillows of the couch while shutting his eyes.

You frowned before asking if he was alright. The blue haired boy waved you off, just as you had done moments ago, before sighing, “I’m just a little stressed. I’m not sure what to do about Ayaka now.”

You hummed in understanding, “Have you called her yet?” He nodded in response.

“She said it was fine and not to worry about it, but I don’t know. I suppose there’s always New Years.”

Your hand reached out to his shoulder, “Don’t worry, Ayato. Ayaka is going to be fine, you should really listen to her sometimes. And just like you said, there’s always New Years and other holidays too. I’m sure it’ll all work out.”

Ayato nodded, his eyes still shut, “Yes, I suppose you’re right.”

A few seconds of silence had passed before either one of you spoke up again, only the sound of the crackling fireplace and icy wind pounding against the window filled the space. Your eyes drifted to your hands that had been clasped together as they lay upon your lap, desperately thinking of ideas.

“You know what might cheer you up?” you spoke softly, careful to not disrupt him in case he wasn’t in the mood for your antics. Ayato’s eyes flickered open and met yours as a confused expression made its way to his face, “What?”

“Baking?” the proposal fell meekly from your lips.

Ayato sighed and shut his eyes again at the suggestion. You got up in an instant. One of your hands pulled at his, “C’mon! I know you don’t like it, but you never know, it might lift your mood? Do it for me at least?”

Ayato’s eyes slowly opened as you held tightly onto his cold hand and plead for him to join you in your silly baking ideas. But oh well, it was Christmas Eve and Ayato really did have nothing better to do. And besides, who was he to say no to you?

“Okay,” he whispered.

An hour later, the both of you were standing in the kitchen cleaning up the horrible mess you had made. It turns out, neither of you were very good at baking — even though it was just the boxed stuff. Eggs that had missed the bowl were on the counter, grains of sugar coated the floor, and there was flour drifting in the air. Yet, somehow, the box of brownies you had purchased at the store a few weeks ago was now cooking in the oven. How you managed to salvage it? You had no idea. The entire situation was almost comical.

Your hand moved in a circular motion against the tile counters in your kitchen, a sanitary wipe in your hand. Ayato was on the other side, broom in hand and his back to yours, sweeping away the flour that had now fallen to the floor.

“Ugh,” you groaned. The wipe you had been using had just filled up again. It was the third one you had used. How many more would it take to clean up these stupid eggs? “Hey, Ayato? Can you grab me another wipe?”

“Sure,” he said without turning around to face you. His hand grabbed another wipe out of the container as he turned around to face you, broom still in hand at his side. His blue eyes paused as they landed on your face.

Ayato squinted before silently laughing to himself and walking closer to you, cornering you against the kitchen counter. His hands let the broom fall against the counter to his left and his hand reached up to your face as a gentle smile pulled at his lips.

Your eyes widened at the lack of space between the two of you while your heart pound against your chest. The beating was so fast that you wondered if he could hear it. His blue eyes never left yours, though you couldn’t say the same about your wandering eyes. “Ayato?” you whispered, “Is something wrong?”

Ayato’s only response was a slight hum as his hand set itself against the side of your face, gently swiping his thumb back and forth as his eyes concentrated on your cheek. His lips were so close that, if he had moved any closer, they would have been on yours. Though, perhaps you wanted that.

As quick as he came, he was gone. Ayato pulled himself away from you and held out his other hand. The wipe you had asked for just moments ago was within it. Truthfully, you had forgotten all about it already. In fact, your heart was still beating rapidly against your chest.

“There we go,” your roommate spoke happily. His hands clapped against each other, grains of flour flying off of them. When his eyes met yours, his face contorted into one of fake confusion. You knew him well enough to know what he had been doing, “What’s wrong? It was only a bit flour on your face. As your best friend, it was my duty to remove it for you.”

Your jaw dropped, but before you could say anything, a loud whistling sound erupted into the air. The wipe in your hand was long forgotten as it fell to the counter behind you. Quickly, you moved to where the stove was, quickly grabbing out a pot holder from within the drawer next to the stove. In your moments of fluster, you had completely forgotten all about the hot water you began boiling for hot chocolate.

Ayato turned around and opened the cabinets behind him, pulling out two mugs and handing them to you. A fond smile made its way to your face once you realized they were your favorite ones. They were a gift from him the previous year, two matching mugs, one belonged to him and the other belonged to you. Of course he had picked those for tonight, you thought, so sentimental sometimes.

As soon as Ayato received his cup back, he grimaced as the hot liquid made contact with his mouth. “This is far too hot,” he complained. You only rolled your eyes and continued taking small sips out of yours. Ayato set his down and leaned against the counter as though he were thinking of something. Once his eyes glanced to the windows outside to the clock on the wall that read 8:10 PM, it was as though he finally remembered.

Your best friend’s eyes lit up and he pushed himself off the counter. “I almost forgot,” he announced as he walked off down the hall and to his bedroom. A few moments later, he called out again, “I got you a gift!”

Your eyes seemed to widen at his words, suddenly remembering that you, too, had also gotten him a gift. Setting your hot chocolate down next to his, you reached into one of the cupboards just outside the kitchen. It was your favorite hiding place for gifts, somewhere Ayato never seemed to check.

Walking over to the hall, you waited against the wall. A few moments later, Ayato had finally returned with two neatly wrapped boxes in his hand. Stopping next to you, he spoke, “So should we kiss right now or later?”

As if your heart hadn’t beat fast enough earlier, it was now furiously trying to escape you. You gawked at him as you tried desperately to say anything to him, but it was as though you no longer had any words left to say.

Ayato loudly cackled and pointed to the small piece of mistletoe above the two of you, “What? Didn’t you place the mistletoe here so you had an excuse to kiss me?”

Your heart dropped into your stomach as you furiously began defending yourself, “What? No! I didn’t— I mean, I…Ugh! I didn’t put here on purpose, I swear!”

“It’s okay to admit you wanted to kiss me, darling,” a devilish smile crossed his face as he stared down at you. In an instant, one hand balanced your present to Ayato as the other swiftly raised itself and playfully punched his chest.

“You know what? You can open your present tomorrow. I’m so sick of you,” you said, flustered at his flirtatious accusations. Seriously, what do you even say to that?

Pushing past him, you reentered the living area and bent down to set your presents to him under the tree. In your rush to escape your best friend and his antics, you had missed the way his eyebrows furrowed and smile seemed to turn into a frown in disappointment as you walked away from him. Opting not to say anything, Ayato followed silently behind you and bent down to place his presents under the tree as well.

Only a few seconds later, a faint musical tune rung out from the clock that hung against the wall near the kitchen signalling that it was 9:00 PM now. You sighed to yourself and thought for a moment before an idea popped into your head, “Do you want to watch a Christmas movie with me? I’m not really that tired.”

Ayato nodded and began grabbing some blankets and tossing them onto the couch. You hadn’t caught it, but a small sigh of relief fell from Ayato’s lips when you asked him about the movie. For a moment, he was worried he had upset you.

It was rather silly though. There had to be some chance that you returned his feelings…right? That’s what he thought anyway.

The movie you had chosen to put on was good, but man was it hard to focus on it with how cold it was. The fireplace below the TV was crackling with warmth, but it was no where near enough to satisfy the shivers in your hands or the trembling of Ayato’s lips. Even the blanket that was tightly wrapped around the two of you hadn’t been doing much.

Ayato glanced over at you, surprised to see you were just as cold as he was. In an instant, he was taking off his sweatshirt and holding it out to you. It was his favorite one. You were allowed to wear any one of his sweatshirts you wanted, but not this one. To see him offering it to you made you freeze in place, more than the cold did.

“No, I can’t take that,” you murmured, “it’s your favorite one. And besides, then you’ll be even more cold.”

Ayato laughed softly through his chattering teeth, “It’s fine, I’ll just go grab another one. Just- please…take this one.” You looked at it hesitantly for a moment, but he merely pushed it closer to you. As much as you didn’t want to take it, you knew if you didn’t, he’d probably just put it on you anyway. And so, you gently grabbed it and slid it over your head.

Before you knew it, Ayato had returned with another sweatshirt of his and a few more blankets from his room. There was a faint smile on his face at the sight of you wearing the sweatshirt, one you had barely noticed. Feeling much warmer, your focus returned to the movie, trying desperately to ignore the fact that Ayato was sitting much closer to you now. His arm was even wrapped around the back of the couch aligned with your shoulders.

But it hadn’t lasted long. Soon enough, his phone was ringing and he was standing up and heading into the hall. It’s Ayaka, he mouthed. You nodded and hoped that nothing was wrong. They talked for a few moments, but with the movie playing and Ayato now being further down the hall, you didn’t hear much from the conversation aside from a few words you couldn’t seem piece together coherently.

“Everything okay?” you asked when he came back.

“Yes, everything is fine. She just filled me in on some rearrangements for our plans and wished you and I a merry Christmas,” he spoke. You noticed the way he seemed less stressed now that everything was fixed. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel a little relieved yourself.

“You know?” Ayato began, ignoring the movie that was long since shoved to the background, “I think I’m happy there was a storm tonight.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I just mean, yes, I was upset at first. But, look what happened? Tonight was great and I’m really glad that I get to spend Christmas with you.”

Your mouth gaped open, “When did you get so sappy?”

Ayato laughed with you lightly giggling alongside him. But as your shared laughter died down, something shifted in his eyes, a more serious look if you had to describe it, “Have you seriously never noticed?”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you cocked your head to the side. Leaning closer, you asked, “Huh? Noticed what?”

A small, but knowing smile graced Ayato’s face. Or perhaps it was a mischievous smile, you could never really tell with him. Maybe it was both. You watched as his eyes stared down at his hands. It had been a long time since you had witnessed Ayato express nervousness.

“That I’m in love with you,” he whispered softly. You almost didn’t catch it, but your heart felt like it stopped when you did. A shaky breath fell from your lips as your head tried to wrap itself around the fact that your roommate — no, your best friend of many, many years reciprocated your feelings with a warmth you never could have imagined. You couldn’t possibly think of what to say in return.

And so, you wordlessly moved your hand to gently grab onto his own, your fingers intertwined with one another. Your other hand moved hesitantly up to his face as you cupped his cheek. You inched closer to his face just as he had done to you in the kitchen just hours ago. Only this time, your lips actually touched.

Ayato smiled into the kiss before he pulled away, his eyes searching within yours. His vulnerability had only lasted for a few seconds before his mischievous and arrogant personality had returned with that smirk you loved so much etched back onto his face, “So, I’ll take that as you return my feelings then?”

You grinned at his words as you mocked his words from earlier, “Have you seriously never noticed?”

Ayato playfully smiled as he ignored your mockery and pulled you gently toward him while he leaned back, your hands still intertwined. Eventually, you were laying partially on him with the other half of your body on the couch and your head against his chest. His arms were wrapped warmly around you with the addition of several blankets covering the both of you. As much as he wanted to, Ayato couldn’t keep the smile off of his face.

“I love you,” he whispered as his eyes drooped shut.

“I love you too.”

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skyfall8600 · 2 years

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Pretty Hero

Pair: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, R18+, minors do not read!

This is my first ever smutty fanfic so bear with me…. Had to create a little more story before we get into the good part. Maybe the smut will come in part 2 depending on how well this one does.

Part 2 out now!!!!!!

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You got dragged into it, unsure how it all happened. Hanging back after hours at the school, when you heard screaming and a crashing sound.

You followed where it came from, momentarily pausing to unlock your pocket knife you had stashed. You grew up on the wrong side of the tracks and therefore learnt to defend yourself at an early age, weapons included.

You saw Jason punching and kicking someone on the floor, they were utterly defenceless.

“Hey!” You screamed, Jason turned slightly to look over his shoulders.

“Fuck off sweatheart, this doesn’t concern you.” He spat at you.

Men have spoken to you like you’re trash your entire life. And you were yet to let them get away with it.

You waited for Jason to direct his attention back to the person on the floor. He lifted his foot and you seized the opportunity to shove him to the ground, forcing him to lose his balance.

You crouched down, your feet clamping his head to the floor. Your knife held out to his throat.

“I suggest you go back to daddy before I scar that pretty face, hmm?” You whisper. “Guys like you are the scum of the earth.”

You gave him one final blow to his abdomen, scurrying past him to help his poor victim to their feet. You thought it would be a freshman, a small little nerd…. But the body was a lot heavier than you expected.

“Munson?” Your voice broke. He groaned, leaning on you with the least amount of his body weight that he could manage. He tried talking but blood continued to come out. “Hey, hey… it’s ok. Come on, let’s get you to the hospital. Do you think you can walk to my car?”

He nodded, hoping on one foot to avoid putting too much pressure on the other. “Th-than-“

“It’s okay. You’re gonna be ok.” You said, trying to get him to not worry about talking.

Thankfully your car was relatively close to the entrance. Somehow, Jason took another exit and was already speeding off in his car.

“Fucking prick.” You mumbled as you helped Eddie into the car. “Try not to bleed to much on my seats yeah?”

You swore you saw him smile, only for the pain to take control of his face again.

Driving like a maniac to the local hospital, Eddie was getting checked out by the doctors in no time. You don’t know what made you stay, you waited there for him for hours.

“Relation to the patient?” The doctor asked you. Your blood shot eyes could hardly focus on him, in his white lab coat.

“I- I brought him in.” You answered.

One of the nurses whispered in his eye, giving you a small smile afterwards. “Right this way, Ms. Y/l/n. Your lucky you brought him in when you did, we were able to stop most of the internal bleeding.”

You followed the doctor down the halls, but you tried to follow the line of site of the nurse, wanting to know what she said to him.

“Is he okay? You know, all things considered?”

“He’ll be able to leave in a few days, but he’ll have to take it easy for the next few weeks if not a few months.” The doctor took the clipboard off from the wall next to a door further down the corridor.

You paused, unsure of what to do.

“You may go and see him now.” He said, no emotion in his voice.

You found Eddie hidden behind a white curtain, his face swollen and bruised; a cast on his left leg and bandages covering his ribs. Your eyes drifted to the naked skin along his chest and arms, taking in all the toned muscles and contrast between the dark tattoos and his pale skin.

“There’s my hero.” He spoke, his voice breaking with each syllable.

“Hey, I um…. Just wanted to check on you before I left.” You admitted, pacing yourself next to the end of his bed.

He nodded, his fingers tapping at the drip connected to his arm. “Just peachy.” He looked into your eyes with a dreamy expression.

Your mouth fell open, “I hope this wasn’t all some big plan for you to get drugs, Munson.”

His exaggerated reaction of shock fell over him, “I can’t believe you’d suggest that…. Me of all people? Please-“

You laughed at him, clearly observing him in a moment of poor judgment in his drugged haze.

“You sound so pretty,” he said.

“You sound drugged.”

“I am. Shh. I’m afraid if the nurses see I like it they might take it away, one of them told me my girlfriend was here.”

Girlfriend?

Your smile fell and you pressed your lips together. “Is that so? Do you want me to get her?”

He raised an eyebrow at you, well… to the best he could with the stitches in place. “Get who?”

“Your girlfriend?”

He gasped, “are you offering to be my girlfriend?”

You blushed, shaking your head. “How about I come back when your a bit more here mentally ok?”

He pouted. “Your leaving already? Do I get a kiss from the pretty hero?”

You leaned forward and placed a kiss to his hand, trying to avoid the bruised knuckles. “I’ll be back this afternoon. You know, although we don’t really speak much, I look forward getting to know you Munson.”

He hummed a response, clearly too far gone to take in all your life words at once.

You drove home, forcing yourself to stick to your route and not make a detour. Fate, unfortunately had other plans. It was still early morning and no one in the inner parts of town was awake yet.

Driving down the streets, you noticed a certain car parked half on the curb and the street. Taking a quick look around to make sure you weren’t being watched, you slipped out of your car quickly with your knife in hand. Puncturing a hole in 3 of the tires and leaving a nice large drawing of male genitalia on the main drivers side, you were sure Jason was going to wake up to a nice surprise in a few hours.

Time tracked my slowly, you didn’t want to seem too desperate to back to the hospital to see him, but you were worried that maybe him waking up alone wouldn’t be that good either.

With your father passed out on the couch with a beer bottle in his hand, you decided at 1pm that you’d go back and see him.

The same nurse from this morning was at the desk, she smiled when she saw you walk in.

“Hi darling, he’s been asking for you.” She said, her accent a little thick. “Hope you don’t mind me yesterday lying to the doctor, poor boy kept calling you pretty and I had to make sure you’d see him before you left.”

“Oh, thank you.”

“Mr Munson? You have a visitor.” She said. Pulling open the door.

The Eddie you left this morning, was not the same one you saw in front of you. Long gone was the bubbly flirty persona, the pain medication all but drained out of him.

He groaned, almost unable to lift up his own head. “Hm?”

“I think it’s starting to catch up with him, just give him some time?” She said, leaving the two of you alone.

Your eyes were starting to fill with tears. “Hi.”

He opened the non-swollen eye, “Y/n? Wh- what are you doing here?”

“I’m the one who brought you in. I told you this morning I’d be back.” You sighed, “I guess you were too drugged up to even notice I was here. If you want me to leave I can.”

“No!- oh fuck!” He hissed, “forgot I can’t move much, shit. But no, no I don’t want you to leave. Actually, do you mind telling me what happened?”

“Do you mean the part of you getting beat up by Jason and I rescued you, or… the part that you were so high off your arse you flirted with me?”

“Both. Definitely both.”

You spent the next 20 minutes telling him everything, you couldn’t help but notice the faint flush come across his face upon learning how bad his flirting was.

“The nurse said you kept talking about me. Calling me pretty. Who knew you’d be so sweet, Munson.”

He avoided your eyes, “I um.. do that a lot when I’m high.”

“Do what? Be all cute and charming?” You giggle.

“Call you pretty.”

Oh. Your face grew hot. Your mouth opened but no words came out.

He swore under his breath, “sorry, I don’t know why I admitted that. Fuck. You probably think I’m a creep-“

“Eddie-“

“You’re just really pretty and I’ve had a crush on you for two years and I’m really embarrassed because you had to save me from getting my arse kicked. I remember parts of it, you with a fucking knife to Jason’s throat… fucking hot and terrifying at the same time and now I won’t stop rambling-“

“Eddie!” You say a bit louder, forcing your hand to cover his mouth. You didn’t press down hard, afraid you might add to his pain. “No need to be embarrassed ok?”

Silence

“Okay?” You repeated, and he nodded. “Good, now I would love for you to take me out some time, once you’re all better of course. How does that sound?”

Releasing your hand, he was stunned. “You…. You wanna go on a date? With me?”

“Yeah. Did you not want to? I thought from your little speech and the way I catch you looking at me at lunch meant that you’d want to.”

He nodded the fasted his injuries could allow. “I really want to.”

Smiling as you leaned to kiss his cheek ever so gently. “Focus on getting better then… oh and one more thing! Your pretty hero also forced Jason to get three new tires and maybe a new paint job on his car, unless he wants to ride around with a penis carved in to his door.”

“I think I love you.” He breathed out, the dreamy look back on his face.

“One step at a time Munson. Don’t cream your pants.”

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neonwebs · 6 months

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ᴘᴏᴜʀɪɴɢ ꜱᴀʟᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅ

I recognized the alley.

October was coming to a close. That was usually the time we started talking about going to Mexico to celebrate. It was coming up on my anniversary of first putting on the costume and being Spider-Man. I hadn't told Gabe yet, and Dana was still alive and unknowing. Gabe was telling me how Kasey expressed interest in traveling with us. It'd been a pretty busy year, so I was hesitant about going. I know the festival can get pretty crazy.

His car was in the shop and- I wasn't driving so, we had to walk to get to Kasey's place Downtown. The smart thing would've been to come out as Spider-Man then and there, so I could swing us back and forth safely. Yet even for all my papers stating otherwise, I chose the option that lead us walking through Downtown late at night. Down dimly lit streets under concrete skies. Instead of going over the smell of trash, we had to walk through it. Talking through the sound of constant crunching glass.

We walked the same route he'd driven before with no issue, so I wasn't expecting the guy to jump out at us. We were just talking about me being too busy with work to make time with friends. We turned the corner, and the guy came over to us, pointing at me. Gabe was behind me.

I remember the two of them yelling over me back and forth. A demand to transfer all of our credits over, to Gabe yelling how we weren't going to do that. Despite the fact, we both had our hands up. I offered to pay.

"Lyla, transfer over two hundred credits."

"Not two hundred. All of it." He pointed between Gabe and me with the gun. "I know your types, you can afford it. All of it."

I was ready to hand it over. I wasn't thinking as far ahead as to know I could just call the bank and dispute the transfer as soon as I was home safe. I just wanted it all to end. Before Gabe spoke up over my shoulder.

"Dude, you're not just gonna give him-"

"And you shut the fuck up!!" Turning his attention on Gabe away from me. Suddenly I wasn't in the way anymore. The gun inches away from me, pointed at Gabe.

They both were yelling. I wanted to speak- say something, agree, at least to pay the full amount. If not, I'd beg- plead even if it meant Gabe didn't get shot. I didn't want to bring him home to mom, I didn't want to bury my brother. All that came from me was a yell. The gun went off when I lunged for it.

I don't remember the seconds after. Gabe told me I was on top of the guy, punching, punching and punching. I remember the ringing in my ears. I couldn't hear him yelling for me. My fingers were starting to hurt, and the skin at my knuckles tore and bled before he pulled me off. I was up off the ground by the time it stopped. Gabe had pulled me away, turning me away from the sight.

"Shit, man. You-" His head kept turning in between me and the other guy on the ground. "You really laid into that guy you-" I watched him double-take. "Migs- you're bleeding."

Then it started to burn, like liquid fire trailing down the side of my face. I didn't realize the bullet nearly missed me when I jumped. I touched it. Blood coated my fingers, and the ringing started to subsidie. I didn't realize I'd been shot until he said something. I'm sure I had a wild look in my eyes when I could finally look at Gabe long enough. We just stood there. Realizing you nearly took a bullet makes you forget the smell of sulfur and new oncoming scent of iron.

It wasn't long after my fight with the Specialist. I'd hesitated once and he almost tried to kill me. Before I'd known it, I killed him first. It'd be enough to say I slit his throat, but it wouldn't cover how my talons went right down into the internal jugular vein. There was no chance of recovery. Even with the medicine offered today. If I had hesitated, I could've lost Gabri. I think he knew that too. Maybe that's why he wouldn't let me see the guy.

Kasey ended up meeting us at a nearby clinic. As fast as a healing factor I have, I still needed something to close the skin. The clinic didn't have the cream available to remove the scar the quick procedure left behind, but with some luck, it's small. You don't notice unless you spend all day staring at me. The horozontal scar on my forehead that's just a few inches above my right eyebrow.

It's the first thing I notice when I look at the body. I...the other version of me, laying face up in that very alley. The man I disfigured that night, in a web against the wall, unconscious. When I move auburn streaks aside from the body, I see the shot that missed, if it had been successful.

I've done this too many times. I still don't know what to do first.

"Lyla...find me a cremation home. I know there's-" my throat feels sharp and dry. "There's a few in the city."

It takes just seconds for her to search like always. "I've identified two nearby funeral homes. One of which does not offer crematory services."

I doubt it's the way I'd want to go. The last time I did this, I didn't have time to give it as much thought. I want this time to be a little different.

"Lyla, broaden that search to cremation homes that offer scattering services."

With the hustle and bustle of Nueva York life, for an additional lifetime payment, you too can send the ashes of a version of yourself to wherever you'd like him to go. The last version of myself I had to bury wasn't so lucky to die in a time that offered such conveniences. Even if it's a shame people can't afford to take time off to grieve. I hate that I'm the one to use these services. For this exact reason...but at least he'd be placed somewhere that mattered to him. All I had to do was bring the body.

Lifting the poor bastard into my arms, I offer one last prayer to him. That wherever he's going. It's better than what's waiting for me.

#「 ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴢɪᴇꜱᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ...ᴛᴀʟᴏɴꜱ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀꜱ... || ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ 」#|| pls read mom i workd rlly hard on this #jsKDH

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September Sky Chapter Six, Part 6

I stood up off the crate and brushed myself off, not that it mattered. I was just as filthy as Justin. We stepped back in. Food was all over the floor. The counter was covered in sauces and crumbs. The fryer oil was black and opaque. There was so much to do.

But we worked though it. It wasn't the first awful night we'd ever had. It happens, and as we cleaned, my anger at the front of house slowly faded. I was still going to have a chat with Sarah about how reservations worked. A table that big should be known. If I had had any inclination to how crazy things were going to go, I would've called for an extra hand or two. Most of it really wasn't anyone's fault. Sometimes days like this happen and the wave of tables seems to never stop. Honestly, there really was no way for us to have fullly prepared tonight.

By eleven, the kitchen looked better. Everything was back to silvers and whites. The fryer oil had been filtered. I sat finishing up the paperwork I had put off, plus tonight's. By quarter after, I punched out and headed out to the bar. If there was ever a night I needed a drink, it was tonight. Amber took look over at me, and left Justin to get me a beer. Without even asking, she poured a shot for me of Jameson. I knocked it back and started in on my beer. Maybe a little too fast, but at this point, I didn't really give a shit. I was miserable and angry.

I pulled out my phone, texting Chad about the 23rd. I didn't expect a response so I put my phone back in my pocket, and stared unseeing the TV playing some sports recap. Stuff i had no interest in.

"You alright?" Amber asked. I just nodded. I was tired and I was upset. It's hard to let go of a bad night. You can forget every good day you've had, but you'll always be haunted by the bad ones.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Tonight was just a fucking joke."

"I felt really bad for you guys. But, on the plus side, you two rocked it," she smiled. I looked at her with a grin. That was Amber, ever the optimist.

"It's over. At least it's over," I grunted. I looked at the clock. It was eleven thirty.

"Very true," she said, looking down the bar, to Justin drinking whatever liquor he had.

"Go. Maybe ask him for a drink sometime," I said, a little louder than I should've. I knew Justin wasn't paying attention and wouldn't hear me. It was still funny to watch Amber get all flustered.

"Shut up, asshole," she said as she walked away. Even as she said it, she was laughing and almost looking at Justin in hopes he'd heard. I gave my attention back to the silent TV. I started to nurse the second half of my beer. I still did have the walk home in front me, and I was to far to make it safe with a drunk on. That would probably be the day I would actually get mugged. I retreated into my head, barely giving any attention to the world around me. Some people call it disassociation, and that was probably the right word for it. I called it daydreaming.

"What you thinkin' bout?" A bright voice suddenly said. I hadn't even noticed her come in. I snapped back to reality in an instant, yanked by that angelic song of a voice. I turned around quickly in my chair, only to see Addison standing and smiling back at me. I hopped off my stool and took her in an embrace.

"What? Wait, what are you doing here?" I couldn't speak right. My bad mood was lifted and shattered into a million little pieces, sharp as glass.

"I figured, since I'm off tomorrow, I'd come bug you at work. I wasn't even sure you'd still be here," she said as Amber and Justin slowly came over by us. This was still fresh to me. Seeing me interact in this way with someone. Hell, seeing me interact with someone in general is kind of a shock.

"You came to visit me? What if I wasn't here?" I asked, still not quite sure I believed what was happening.

"What can I say? I missed my dork. If you weren't here, I was prepared to bug you at home," she smirked at me and kissed my cheek. My heart skipped when she said her dork. I was hers. That's how she saw me. Hers.

"What would you like to drink?" Amber asked, still smiling in awe at the situation they were witnessing. Justin was sitting only a stool away now, trying to remain stoic and quiet. Like stone. This girl had come in for a second time to talk to me, a guy they saw has one of the most antisocial people on the planet. I was the poster child for chosen solitude. I had the social skills of The Unabomber.

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The Last Sun: Chapters 2

Chapter 2: Half House

We open with a little backstory on the attack of the Sun Throne.

Rune tells us that no one had ever been convicted of the unsanctioned raid, murders, or rape that happened that night. Which leaves me thinking that not all the powers that be really cared enough to look too far. Knowing what I know of the Tower now I will say that I'm sure he looked into it. But anyone else? An unsanctioned raid might "weaken all of Atlantis" but if Rune's father was at odds with any of the other Arcanum I can see them not caring much.

He goes on to say that not only did people not seem to care that it happened, they loved that he not only survived, but survived damaged. He was photographed and talked about, and now, two decades later, he still couldn't escape it.

Rune wakes up to yelling and remembers that he accidentally adopted a teenager the night before. The weather was described as being a very cold winter and spring, and a rather cool start of summer, though Rune sleeps with his AC blasting. Queenie comes up to talk to him about said teenager.

We don't get anything about her though. She's lurking on stairs, she called Max Rune's seventeen year old.

Rune takes a percocet because his back and shoulder hurt, puts on a pair of pants that are now a little tight because he spent the freezing winter and spring hidden in large sweaters (understandable) and goes down to the second landing to find Brand holding Matthias Saint Valentine's head in the toilet.

Since he will be known as Max soon and it's easier to write, I'll just call him Max.

Max was being a little shit to Queenie, who was just trying to be nice and unpack his stuff (go through his things?) and when Brand found out he lost his cool.

""Allow me to explain," Brand said. "Apparently, our Queenie tried to unpack Little Lord Scion's suitcase while was in the shower. Not her job, of course, but she's just that kind of person, isn't she?---In the midst of her friendly efforts, Little Lord Douchebag comes trotting out of the bathroom, takes one look, and asks our Queenie whether she'd be able to it right or whether he'd need to do it himself.""

I find this interesting because later we learn he doesn't have much of anything. I fully assume she had it all spread out over a bed or something to riffle through it. I'm also intrigued that it's 'our Queenie', because Brand doesn't really get possessive over anyone who isn't Rune.

Rune is also quite upset that Max was being a jerk to their housekeeper, and shoves Max into the shower and turns on the cold water. Max, instead of fighting, just kinda gives up immediately.

I do not enjoy how they handled this, but I suppose I can give them some slack for not knowing how to handle a kid who's just being an ass, and that they do try harder later.

Queenie intervenes after a while.

"Must be tough? Losing everything? I wonder is he even knows who survived last night, or which of his family is still alive. Do you think...Well, do you think maybe he just finds it easier to act high and mighty-maybe it's, I don't know, his armor? How was it with you, Rune, the day after you lost everything?"

Very good point. Probably also the truth (at least the part about acting tough as armor in a situation he doesn't know what to expect from) It also takes the heat off the situation where Queenie was going through his stuff. We still don't have a visual on her. There is no description here at all about how she looks, how her voice sounds, she is probably not even in the room, just lurking in the doorway.

Brand apologizes, saying it was Rune's anger issues at work, so Rune punches him very hard in the leg for his troubles. Situation diffused Rune goes to his sanctum to inspect his new sigil.

Sigils and their power storing abilities are explained, as well as the fact that they are not the only way scions can access magic. Sigils are usually shaped like jewelry, but we see some here and there that are objects too. They are also crazy expensive, Rune equates the ring Elena gave him as being worth nearly one hundred thousand dollars.

"The one time I'd suggested selling one of my meagre sigils to pay our cable bill, Brand had put a knife through the television set, ironically ending the discussion."

Yeah that wasn't irony, honey. He did that to make the suggestion moot.

Brand come into the sanctum after sending Queenie off to buy Max some toiletries and "a fucking clue", and though he is in running clothes he is covered in weapons, this is his normal. He has silver garrotes as shoelaces. He tells Rune that he has done research on Max, his is Lady Lover's grandson, his father and mother are alive-or they had been before the raid-even so his uncle had custody of him, he has no siblings and he is nearly a full-blooded fea. Who may be capable of shape shifting.

He also has no public appearances to his name. The only records of him are his birth certificate and the guardianship papers.

"Why him? Why did Elena save him?"

That's a very good question Rune.

Brand just wants to know if they have to let the kid live there. Rune thinks they might, since made a vow and going back on a vow can have terrible repercussions to one's magic, be he says that he will ask the Tower what he thinks when he meets with him in the afternoon. This is evidently an odd occurrence, as it appears the Tower usually wires them their payments but has asked to see Rune personally.

Rune hopes it's another job, now that they have a kid to feed.

And that is the end of chapter 2.

I would be more disappointed in myself for not paying attention to Queenie at the start, but really no one is described very well. At this point all we know is that Max has white blonde hair, and Rune does not. I don't think we've had a description of what Rune or Brand really look like either, and if I'm remembering correctly, we don't really get one for Rune (until the second book and then that's not very definitive). And I know it can be clunky to give a description of your POV character in first person stories, so I'm not nitpicking too much here. I'll be keeping a look out for any description for Queenie, because again, I don't think we get anything on her at all.

#the last sun #the tarot sequence #ttsrr #rape tw #rune saint john #brand saint john #matthias saint john

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• scars fade (Chapter 13)

Iwaizumi’s sins cost him the one thing he didn’t want to fuck up. Yet he still did.

Oikawa can count on one hand the actual times he punched Iwaizumi in the face. This was one of them. And it wasn’t just once that he did.

This is the story of how Iwaizumi fucked up so bad Oikawa had no choice but to step in and save the day. And whether it’ll be a happy ending or not, it’s all up to you.

warning: contains cheating, explicit language, mature themes

taglist: @jcrml @on-crows-wings

then • now • next

One of the things you least expected to find on Sanae's couch on a Tuesday evening coming home from the town center was a sleeping Oikawa Tooru, limbs splayed everywhere, legs dangling off the end of the couch because he's stupidly tall. His clothes look rumpled and wrinkled, looking like something worn a day ago, judging by the light stubble on his jaw (something really jarring to see on Tooru's face and something he really, really does not want to talk or hear about unless you want murder plotted against you). The sight was… really, you couldn't find any word to describe the sight.

The sleep mask took the icing on the cake.

You glared at the offending object, so much fitting for Oikawa Tooru, but the audacity...

"What is he doing here?" you asked, finally acknowledging Sanae standing by the door.

"You don't seem surprised," the woman said, ignoring your question.

You sighed, flexing your fingers to put some feeling back into them. "I am, along with so many other things all at once I don't even want to think about it. How? Why? When? I can't even feel my legs!"

As soon as the words got out, your knees buckled and you collapse to the floor, finally feeling the tremble and shivers wracking your body.

"I don't know how he knew, but he called me this morning asking how to get here from the station," she said, moving to sit on the sofa. "I figured it wouldn't hurt to answer since he already knew where you are. If he asked around, it'll take a while but he'll still find you."

You pursed your lips, thinking. "It must be Makki!" you exclaimed, pieces clicking in your head. Makki saw you on the day of the festival. You weren't able to hang out for long, just long enough to catch up with each other, not delving into deeper, more sensitive topics. It was really nice to see someone familiar, someone you held dear in your heart but with Tooru's arrival, everything felt too fast and out of control that the happiness from seeing him again is overpowered by layers of many different things. Wasn't it enough that you were already communicating with them again?

Sanae looked clueless at your exclamation, so you explained.

"Remember that guy we met at the festival? The light-haired one. He spills everything in his head when he's drunk," you explained.

"You don't know that," Sanae chastised.

Suddenly, a gruff voice sliced through the air and you turned towards it, finding Tooru sitting up, sleep mask in his hands. "Yuki's right," he mumbled.

"Please tell me you didn't get him drunk on purpose," you pleaded, because no matter how much of a snitch Makki is, you still cared about him. Plus, you won't get your revenge if he's dead, so…

Tooru frowned, blinking as he pulled himself out of the haze of sleep. "It was his and Mattsun's idea."

An eyebrow quirked up at that. "How did Mattsun even know?"

"You know how Makki is," Tooru mumbled. "He tells Mattsun everything because he knows Mattsun's a keeper."

A deep sigh escaped you and you slumped further, almost wishing you can fold yourself over and over until there was nothing left. Still, nothing would change. It was just a matter of time anyway, before any one of them finds you, just like Makki who did simply by pure coincidence. The world is so small after all.

Now, with Tooru here, the world you've built over the past months seemed to halt, its rotation interrupted by a huge wedge from the past. You didn't know how to deal with this interruption, having set your mind to live without them. Thoughts of coming back were, always and without fail, pushed to the back of your mind. It still hurts, and you didn't want to deal with it anymore. As Tooru meets your eyes, you knew he realized that now, something he couldn't through the pixelated screens.

But no, you would not let everything you've worked so hard for go to waste, so you pushed, going through the motions of eating dinner, catching up, and pretending to be normal until you can sleep it off. Unfortunately, Tooru had different plans because before your head even hit the pillow, he spoke the words that burned your self-made peace to ashes.

"Please stop running away."

You swallowed, forcing your eyes close because maybe if you did it hard enough, everything would just disappear. It didn't, so Tooru kept going.

"Iwa said you left because you didn't want us to choose between the two of you," he continued, voice trembling. You kept your eyes close, even as tears pricked at them. His words felt like vicious scratches on the open wounds in your heart. "But I know, that somewhere inside you just wanted to run away from everything..."

"Is that bad, Tooru?" you asked, sitting up and spitting the words out with a struggle as tears freely fall from your eyes now. "Was it wrong to protect myself?"

"But you didn't have to run away!" Tooru shot back, hurt and anger mixed in his voice.

"What? Did you want me to stay there and wait for him to leave? I’m not a fucking saint, Tooru."

"You know he would never leave you!"

"But he did," you growled, frustration and pain bowling over. You wanted to scream, but was reasonable enough to keep it down for the sake of Sanae and the neighbors, so you grit your teeth, willing yourself to get over the pain through gritted teeth, just like always. "He fucking cheated, Tooru."

"He didn't even have sex with her," was Tooru's idea of salvation.

You didn't know whether to laugh or to cry at his words. Apparently, you could do both because broken laughter escaped your lips even as tears continue to flow down your cheeks. "Was that supposed to reassure me? Should I say thank you?" you snarled, anger exploding in your veins. He had the decency to look sorry for his words, opening and closing his mouth but no words came. Sighing, you shook your head, trying to quell the fire raging inside you. It wasn't his fault. It wasn't right to get mad at him.

"That's not the only way you can cheat," you whispered, feeling your body deflate as the anger in your veins dissipate to be replaced by raw and raging pain and crippling sadness.

Tooru kept quiet, listening to you weep for the thousandth time for your broken heart. He moved, coming to sit on the bed from his place on the floor, gathering you in his arms. He rubbed at your back with his hand, the other on your hair to soothe you when he was the one to rip the bandages and break you with his words and your buried memories. It took a while before you were reduced to sniffles, eyes emptied of their tears but the pain only seemed to accumulate. Still, you stayed in that position, head leaning on Tooru's shoulder with his arms around you.

"If he asked to leave first, I knew it would've hurt more," you admitted. "It hurt, Tooru. It still hurts because I love him, and-" you inhaled, voice breaking. "and I wasn't enough."

Tooru's hold on you tightened at your admission. "That's not true. You know that's not true," he said, indignant as he held you closer to the point of it being painful. "I've never seen anyone more perfect for each other than you two."

You couldn't help the scoff that followed his childish indignation. He jumped when you pinched his stomach lightly. "You're such a liar. If we were, we wouldn't be here."

"Perfect for each other. Not perfect as human beings," he reiterated.

"You think so highly of us."

He scoffed, pride lacing his voice as he said, "You are my best friends."

"Thanks, Tooru," you replied, hugging him back just as tightly. "I missed you."

"You're so stupid," he grumbled, then with a softer voice he added, "I missed you too. It's so frustrating not to have you there."

"Now you know where to find me."

"It's too far."

"It's not."

"Oh my god! Don't tell me you wanted to go even farther?" he hissed.

"I don't know," you admitted with a shrug. "But I love it here, so I stayed."

Tooru turned quiet at your admission, seemed to contemplate on the thoughts in his head. "Are you coming back?"

You sighed, pursing your lips. "Honestly? I haven't thought about it, rather I didn't want to think about, so I guess me running away from everything is true. That's the only way I could think of to save myself, you know?" You felt him nod, so you continued. "Right now, I don't know if I'll come back or not because everything still hurts, and I don't want to feel like that all the time."

It took a while before Tooru spoke again after your admission.

"Have you forgiven him?"

Despite the turmoil you feel inside, you smiled. "Maybe, maybe not. I don't know. All I know is that it takes time to heal."

"Do you still love him?"

"Always, Tooru. Always."

then • now • next

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu fic #haikyuu x reader #Iwaizumi Hajime #oikawa torū #hanamaki takahiro #matsukawa issei #iwaizumi x reader #oikawa x reader #hanamaki x reader #matsukawa x reader

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kirishimas-manly-eyeliner · 3 years

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➶ WHAT MAKES THE MHA BOYS BREAK (PT. 1)

pairings: mezo shoji, tokoyami fumikage, hanta sero, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hitoshi shinsou

warnings: reverse comfort, may or may not have cried a lil’ while writing this. this one hurt a lot but it’s so sweet and fluffy, enjoy luvs!! also lol you could see my favoritism for kirishima

part two with bakugo, iida, ojiro, tamaki, mirio, hawks, dabi, shigaraki, and aizawa is here!

WHEN YOU CALL THEM BEAUTIFUL: MEZO SHOJI, TOKOYAMI FUMIKAGE, HANTA SERO

MEZO SHOJI

(HE’S SO UNDERRATED LIKE PLS Y’ALL 😩)

he starts panicking as soon as you ask him to take off his mask

at first, he declines right away before turning his face around so you couldn’t touch the fabric

“mezo, i promise. i won’t hurt you, or judge you i just- i want you to trust me, is that alright with you?” you said gently. “but if you don’t want to, don’t worry about it, ‘kay?”

could he really trust you? or would you leave when he found out he wasn’t a normal person with a normal smile, that he was a monster, that was someone who looked different, what would you do?

but if you didn’t love him for who he really was, then... what was the point, right?

shoji let out a trembled sighed in defeat as his dupli-arms took the mask off. he looked down in shame, eyes shut so he couldn’t see your reaction

but your reaction was... completely unexpected

"You're beautiful!!! Why didn't you tell me that you looked so lovely all this time baby??"

did he just hear you correctly?

did you just-- call him beautiful?

and in that moment, in those small moments, you can see his geniune smile.

his real smile beneath the mask, as his eyes shine for the first time with sincere, and earnest love and thanks

pls keep him 🥺

TOKOYAMI FUMIKAGE

the moment he hear the words "you're beautiful" come out of your mouth, he couldn't stop thinking about it for days.

and i mean days as in multiple days, so probably weeks

and he’ll probably think about it for the rest of his life

because when he looked at himself, he thought: what about him was beautiful?

he didn't have human-like features like everyone else, he didn't have those big muscles and a nice body, because-- well, he had a bird head!

A LITERAL BIRD HEAD, so why on earth did you: you who had human features, you who was so nice to everyone, and you who could have gone for so many other people call him beautiful?

he didn’t have that charisma and extroverted personality like some others did, and he kept to himself

why did you think he was beautiful? how?

but you were the one who said it. you were the one who reminded him, you were the one who gave him hope

and he knew that you were always straightforward with the truth-- and this was a truth, too

and to him, that was the most beautiful thing.

HANTA SERO

this amazing bby doesn’t get enough recognition

but for a good part of his life, he’d been surrounded by people with amazing quirks, levels of strength, and amazing appearances.

he was literally friends with bakugo fricking katsuki, and he was in the same class as shoto todoroki

when he first met you, he had to convince himself for days that there was no way that he could ever catch your eye,

until he did.

when you two met after a long day of training and you told him a joke, his eyes sparkled and he laughed, genuinely

before you knew it, you blurted out the words, “you’re beautiful” before realizing what you’d said and flushing

lol sero chokes on his water

“...did you really mean that?”

“i- yeah, sorry, i didn’t-”

“no, uh, thank you. thank you so much.”

for the next few days, he stays up at night and keeps on training because he thinks of the time you called him, who constantly felt like he wasn’t enough, beautiful

and that was more than enough to make him smile. 🥺💕

WHEN YOU KISS THEIR SCARS: IZUKU MIDORIYA, SHOTO TODOROKI

IZUKU MIDORIYA

he immediately starts tearing up when you kiss them

most people probably expect him to get flushed with something so intimate, but it’s the opposite

his scars are just something that’s so meaningful to him because it’s evidence of what he’s been through

but at the same time, he’s also insecure about them because he feels like he disappointed his mom by getting hurt so often 🥺

when you kiss his scars and tell them that they’re beautiful, he starts tearing up because-- wow

this is the moment that he’ll remember until the day he dies, because it’s when he feels free to finally open up to you

it’s when he feels free to open up to anyone, for that matter, and a huge weight just gets lifted off his chest

you took his hands and kissed his knuckles before pressing your forehead to his

izuku begins to cry, just a little bit as you gingerly kiss his scars again

“you see? you’re safe. you’re safe with me, okay?”

he nods slowly. “th-thank you.”

SHOTO TODOROKI

you two were walking back to the dorms after training out on the field together

it wasn’t too late a night, just a few minutes before curfew

your hands were buried in your pockets as you two talked about your day and what you could improve on in training

“shoto, can i ask you a question?”

he thought you were mad at him for a moment 😳

“sure.”

you swallowed, as you took a breath, “can i touch your scar?”

he whips his head around, out of shock and confusion

you wanted to touch his scar?

shoto had never planned on anything like that happening to him, and especially not from someone who meant so much to him

“...i suppose so,”

you hid your anxiousness and swallowed, cupping his face in your hands as your hand brushed across his scar

a jolt went through your fingers at that moment, and it was the first time you’d ever felt so connected to someone

shoto todoroki, the prodigy and son of endeavor was letting you touch his scar

to your surprise, shoto melted into it as he closed his eyes, placing his hand gently on top of yours

you could feel his hands shaking though his expressions were so relaxed

you kissed the side of his scar, running a hand through his hair

“i’m so lucky to have you.”

WHEN YOU COMPLIMENT HIS QUIRK: EIJIRO KIRISHIMA, DENKI KAMINARI, HITOSHI SHINSOU

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

eijiro cursed as he slammed his head against the wall for the hundredth time that day

he hated to admit it, but ever since the sports festival, everything had just been falling apart

for starters, he was already insecure enough on his own about his quirk

it seemed like everyone had something flashy and made them look invincible, while he was stuck with something that could only follow around his body and cracked if he used it too much

and that... that made him upset

but when the sports festival came around, not only did he see everyone with amazing quirks and using them to their full potential, tetsutetsu had nearly the same quirk as him

and to make matters worse, they had tied and had to settle it with a fist fight

“why?” he asked to himself, looking down at the floor. “why couldn’t i- why couldn’t i have been born with a flashier quirk?”

great, now he was crying.

at least no one else was around to see him this weak-

“kirishima?”

oh shit.

he turned around, his bloodshot eyes locking with yours. “h-hey,” eijiro said weakly

“what are you- what are you doing here-?” you noticed the way his body trembled when he took a breath and blood trickling from his forehead. “hey, are you okay?” you said.

eijiro sincerely had no idea what to say. “my quirk,” he looked down at his hands.

you cocked your head. “what about it? i think it’s pretty neat!”

kirishima looked up. “really?”

“mhm!” you nodded enthusiastically. “it can be the strongest barrier, or the most powerful weapon! i think it’s cool that your body can just become a shield out of nowhere, it’s like-- it’s like you’re a shield, ya know? sure, todoroki might have his ice, but that makes damage and takes time to clean up, like midoriya’s punches or bakugo’s explosions. but your quirk is its own little thing! and i think that’s pretty neat.”

kirishima beamed. huh, maybe so.

DENKI KAMINARI

“good job, bakugo!”

“haha, nice job on that one, kirishima.”

“your quirk is so cool, todoroki! i love how the ice just went striaght through the roof!”

“nice jumping, deku! your punches are amazing.”

but i...

i was the one who helped the power come back, i was the one who literally fried my brain, i was the one who did all of that, and i-

i’m so weak.

denki inhaled through his nose, exhaled through his mouth, trying to stop the trembling in his breath as he closed his eyes

he had done so much, and what did he get in return?

all he wanted was to be someone, to be someone that made people smile, to be someone that people genuinely wanted to see

did anyone even want to see him?

“i’m a failure, i’m a failure, what am i doing, why am i so weakwhat’swrongwithmewhycan’tidoanythingright-”

“good job, kaminari!”

he turned his head, finding you running up to him and waving your hands up in the air

“hey! pikachu!” you exclaimed, trying to catch your breath once you stopped. “great job up there! you left before anyone else could notice, i can’t believe you managed to do all that. your quirk is so cool!”

denki’s heart swelled with pride, his eyes saying nothing but thanks.

your quirk is so cool!

“thanks, y/n! so, how do you feel about going to the arcade after school?”

HITOSHI SHINSOU

hitoshi stared at himself in the mirror, his eyes blood-shot and head fuzzy

“i’m not a villain.” hitoshi said slowly. “i can’t be a villain. i want to be a hero.”

he splashed the sink water onto his face. “get yourself together, are you really going to let a few words hurt you?”

but hitoshi couldn’t help but feel that way-- what could he even use his quirk for- no, no, he could use it for so much. but...

“ha! a quirk such as yours should be only used for villains, you monster! you might as well get out of here before anyone else tries to kick you out.”

hitoshi screamed in anger, splashing the water across his face and pressing hard into his eyes, before slapping himself across the face

“get yourself together..”

“hey, shinsou!! i was wondering if-”

your eyes locked with his frustrated expression. “shinsou? is... something wrong?”

normally, he’d push you away, but-- but now, he really needed someone

your breath hitched when you saw his eyes land onto yours, but for some reason, there was something so lonely and upsetting behind them, before you remembered what a few students at ua had said.

you didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but you were on a rush to get to school that morning and had to run ahead and pass through that area.

“if it’s about what some of those idiots said this morning, just... know that i think, for the record, that your quirk is so cool.”

shinsou’s eyes furrowed in confusion. you? you thought his quirk was cool?

“i’m not lying,” you said, as if reading through his thoughts. “i really think its amazing. you can help so many people with it, you can change the entire world with a quirk as special as that, so act like it! because it’s true, your quirk is really amazing, and i’m pretty sure you’re the only one who doesn’t see it, you knucklehead.”

he doesn’t tell you this, but-

ever since that day, he’s never stopped thinking about it.

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raphael-simp · 3 years

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Two Years Ago - Raph x Reader

You never liked talking much.

Never really knew why, you just didn't. Of course, you would still carry a conversation to be polite, but the answers were short and spoken barely above a whisper. There were many times where you tried to change this about yourself, but the attempt didn't last for more than five minutes before you shrunk back into yourself again.

Then how the hell were you friends with four, loud and rowdy mutant teenage boys?

You didn't even know the answer to that one.

And to be honest, the memory of how you met the four of them was still slightly hazy. Of course, Donnie told you what had happened to you, but you personally didn't believe it. Why would robot alien beings want to kidnap a random girl walking home from her night shift? It still didn't make sense to you, nearly two whole years after it happened.

You were fourteen going on fifteen when you first met the four.

You worked at the convenience store not even two blocks from your apartment building, and you had switched shifts with your co-worker Abbigail so she could attend a funeral, which meant you now had the night shift.

It wasn't that big of a deal to you; she asked, you agreed, nothing more was said on the matter.

You texted your parents to inform them of the shift change and told them not to wait up for you, which they obviously denied much to your annoyance.

The shift ended at ten o'clock, but you still needed to do till and make sure the money count on the register matched with what you'd counted. That process alone took you about half an hour, so you really didn't leave until ten thirty. You made sure you switched off all the lights and locked all the entrances before you put the store keys in your jacket pocket and began your short walk home.

It was nearing winter, so the weather was beginning to turn cold, and you weren't exactly the best at dealing with temperature drops. You stood tensed as you speed walked towards your apartment building, wanting to get out of the darkness as fast as you could. There was one building near the end of the street that you almost always completely ran past; a run down looking, white parking garage with the paint peeling and chipping everywhere. It creeped you the hell out, mostly because there were always these two guys that stood at the old entrance, their stare boring into your back as you'd run past. Every day you expected them to run after you or shoot at you, but they never did anything.

Until tonight.

When you looked you didn't see them anywhere, and although you thought it would soothe you, it just made you more anxious.

'Where are they...?' You thought to yourself, nervously glancing around, trying to find the two.

Let's just say you didn't have too look far.

A large white van came screeching around the corner, running over the curb and nearly into you before it lurched to a halt. The back doors flew open and three identical looking men filed out and made their way towards you. In fact, they looked like the men that would always watch you at the entrance to the parking garage...

You literally froze. You didn't scream, move or look away until one picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. After that, you screamed absolute bloody murder, praying you'd get the attention of someone- anyone -that could do something to help you. Thankfully, help came rather quickly, just not in the way you thought.

You fought as hard as you could to at least get the man to slightly falter his grip around you; you punched, kicked, pounded- you even bit him, but it hurt you more than him.

You flailed like a fish out of water and kept screaming, even louder if possible as you got carried closer and closer to the back of the van.

Your voice was cut off when you landed harshly on the ground, trying to use your hands to catch yourself but only hurting yourself even more. You were a shaking mess, trying so hard not to cry but suspectingly failing, bursting into tears and sitting down properly, hugging your knees tightly to your chest as you cried into them. You were absolutely terrified out of your skull.

When someone tried to touch you, you screamed again, though it came out more as a strangled cry than anything else. You'd hurt your throat badly from all of your screaming and had no doubt lost your voice because of so.

"Well we can't just leave her crying in the streets, dudes. We gotta do something!"

You heard hushed voices talking a bit in front of you, but didn't bother to look up or fight. You wouldn't do that unless they actually did something, and that was what you were waiting for.

You cried to yourself, waiting to either calm down or for whoever was in front of you to do... whatever.

But they never did anything, they were quiet for the forty five minutes you were crying and calming yourself down.

"You're gonna be okay, alright?"

You slightly looked up from your knees, and honestly at this point, four giant turtles standing in front of you didn't phase you right now.

One of them was kneeling in front of you, it was wearing a tattered red mask and looking directly at you, with electrifying green eyes.

It looked up at one of the others, but you didn't bother to follow his gaze, your eyes were too tired.

"Don, do you need t' look at 'er?"

"I don't see anything major wrong with her, I think it's just shock right now... to be safe I wanna take a look at her, if she'll let us of course."

It looked back at you, the one with the red mask, and you did your best to keep your eyes open and listen to what he had to say. You were just so tired...

"My brother wants t' take a look at 'cha t' make sure ya weren't hurt too bad durin' that whole thing, okay? You alright with that?"

You barely nodded your head and lied it on your knees, involuntarily passing out.

When you woke up after that, you started freaking out and tried to scream, but found you barely had a voice. You were achy and sore all over and you could barely remember why.

Of course, you properly freaked out when you saw the four turtle figures again, but the ones in red and purple- who were the only ones in the room with you at the time- explained everything that had happened.

Donnie had picked up radio chatter that the Kraang were going to abduct another test patient that night, and the turtles rushed to the location that was shared, and ended up there just in time to help you and destroy the Kraang bots.

You hadn't been too badly hurt; bruised arms and shins from pounding on the metal robots, scraped hands, scraped knees, and a possible emotional blackout, to explain why you didn't remember what had happened to you.

You merely nodded along, trying not to stare too much at the two creatures in front of you, who introduced themselves as Raphael and Donatello.

"(Y-Y/N)...." you stuttered out, thinking that they at least deserved to know your name, after all they've done. Your voice was barely above a whisper, so the boys had to listen carefully to hear your name.

Raph and Donnie smiled, glad to hear that you at least trusted them to that extent.

You asked what time it was, and nearly flipped shit when Donatello told you it was almost 1:30 in the morning. Your parents were going to absolutely lose their minds on you! You scrambled to stand up and nearly fell over, thankful that Raphael had caught you.

"I-I need to get h-home." You breathed out, avoiding eye contact and trying to hide your face behind your (H/C) hair, to hide the fact you were red. Why you were red-faced?

You had no clue.

"I'll take ya. There ain't no way in hell you're goin' alone after this." Raphael stated, standing you back up on your own two feet. You would've fought him on it, had you not have agreed with him. If those Kraang guys still wanted you...

you didn't want to be left alone again. So you just nodded and let him walk you out. You didn't see the other two brothers while you walked out, so you assumed they were somewhere else.

Raphael led you around the systems of the sewer and helped you out of the manhole cover, and once out you took a deep breath of fresh air and closed your eyes in an attempt to clear your thoughts.

"I know you've had a rough night doll face, but we should probably get going."

Your eyes snapped open and you felt your face go warm, and instinct brought you to hide your face with your hair and jacket sleeve. You avoided his gaze and just nodded, speed walking to the sidewalk until you realized:

You had no idea where you were.

"Wh-where are we...?" You wheezed out, slightly turning to face Raphael.

"Just a couple blocks from where we found ya. We gotta take the roofs though... can't really walk out in th' street lookin' like I do."

You nearly asked why until it hit you like a brick. Again, you just nodded and climbed up the fire escape after him. You took notice how some of the roofs were pretty far apart, and hoped to God he didn't expect you to jump over them. Thankfully he didn't, and tried to stick to a route that involved just taking a step across. But for those that involved jumping, he just lifted you onto his shell and jumped across before setting you back down again.

Each time he did so he'd ask if you were okay, and you nodded in response hiding your face. And each time, he'd smile and mutter a small "cute," under his breath, which he didn't know you heard.

Once he brought you to where he and his brothers had found you, he told you to lead the way to your apartment, and you pointed him in the right direction. "So," he started, "Kinda wish we coulda met under better circumstances, (Y/N)."

You nodded in response, keeping your gaze down and stepping over a wooden plank. How the hell'd that get there?

"...You're shy, aren't cha?" Raphael asked, and again you nodded. Not only that, it hurt to talk, but he assumed correctly. He chuckled and lightly nudged your shoulder with his.

"Ya don't gotta be 'round me, I don't bite... much."

You looked up at him with both confusion and shock written all over your face, and it just made him laugh.

"Relax (Y/N), I'm kidding... just a little though."

You rolled your eyes, and yet you couldn't help the small smile that danced across your face.

The both of you walked Ina comfortable silence until you saw your apartment building across the street and elbowed Raphael's arm, pointing to it.

"This is my stop." You whispered, not daring to bring your voice above that. He nodded and hoisted you onto his shell, having to go around the roof tops to avoid going down to the streets. He set you down on your apartment roof, once again asking if you were okay.

"I'm fine, Raphael." You responded, pushing your hair behind your ear. He smiled at you and slightly tilted his head.

"Call me Raph, doll face."

You bit the inside of your lip and looked down, nodding your head. You didn't want him to see your warm and red face, it was extremely embarrassing for you.

"Hey," Raph's voice made you slightly look up, since he wanted your attention. He handed you a folded piece of paper with a number scribbled on it- wait, was this his phone number? Was a guy giving you his phone number? To your face?

"You don't gotta, but if ya don't wanna walk home alone again I'm available if ya need it."

You completely lifted your head to look Raph directly in the face, and he took pride in one thing; making you smile like that. You have him a single nod and held the paper with both hands.

"Trust me, I will.. Raph."

Now it was his turn to smile.

The two of you just stood on the roof for a couple minutes, staring and smiling at each other before something on his belt beeped. He jumped a bit in surprise and glanced at it.

"That's my brothers- I gotta go. You'll be okay?" He asked, taking a small step back.

You nodded, putting the paper in your pocket. "I'm home now. Go."

His smile grew and he backed up towards the edge of the roof.

"Try not t' get into trouble doll face! Just save a little to give me an excuse t' save ya again!" He shouted, just before jumping to the roof next to yours and taking off, eventually disappearing.

"I think I like that. Doll face..." you thought to yourself, still smiling like an idiot. You stood on your roof for God knows how long more before you came to your senses and carefully climbed down your fire escape and slid through your window.

"Was that really two years ago...?" You thought to yourself, flipping a pen between your fingers.

Yup. It was.

Two years ago these four boys saved your life, and two years ago you met the boy that kinda saved you, in a way.

It took him time, but he got you to slowly expand your comfort zone. You didn't stutter every time you spoke anymore, and you didn't respond with simple gestures anymore and used actual words that really carried a conversation. And at the same time, you helped him.

You kinda found out about his anger the hard way, having him lash out at you when he was beyond pissed off, and though it did hurt, you didn't blame him. In fact, you made it your goal to try and help him with it.

He'd expressed to you before how he'd never liked his short temper, and so you helped him. You showed him ways that he could release stress and repressed emotions, like actually using his drum kit and playing when he got pissed, or just sitting with you and either talking, or just sitting in silence.

Coming up in December would actually be a year since Raph had asked you out, too.

It didn't really come as a surprise to most, since the both of you were pretty open about affection with each other even before you two decided to make it official, just because.

The two of you would always sit close together, hold each other's hand, cuddle each other and he'd even kiss your cheek every now and again. Every movie night, you bet that the two of you would sit or lie with each other, and Raph would play with your hair or lightly trace an invisible pattern on your arm.

All in all, it wasn't really a surprise to Raph's brothers, April or Casey when he'd asked you out. The only person it surprised was you, but even then you'd accepted in a heartbeat.

And to this day, he still calls you doll face.

Two years later, the boy's nearly eighteen and you the same, you've found a new family.

And a new love.

"(Y/N), doll face, cmon we're headin' out with or without ya!" You rolled your eyes and smiled, shoving the pen in your jean pocket and getting up, grabbing your jacket.

"Yeah yeah, I'm coming Raph!" You called, walking out of his room and slipping your arms through your jacket sleeves as you jogged out to the entrance to meet the boys.

About a year ago, after you'd actually learned how to properly, they let you join along on some of their patrols. Raph made you carry a small dagger though. Just in case you got separated and something happened to you.

Speak of the devil, he heard you coming up behind him and turned around smiling. He extended his arm to you, waiting for you to end up at his side before putting his arm around your waist and pulling you close to his side, kissing the top of your head.

"All ready and fashionably late, doll face?"

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, shoving him while failing to hide a smile of your own.

"Shaddup Raph, I was doing important things." You said, zipping your jacket up.

He just chuckled and raised his arms in mock defence.

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry baby." He said, lightly pressing his lips to the side of your head and cheek in chaste kisses. You turned your head at the last second to catch his lips in a quick kiss. While he smiled and put an arm around your shoulders, Mikey mock gaged.

"Yup, think I'm gonna hurl-" he said, making a queasy face. Raph reached out with his free hand and punched his baby brother in the shoulder.

"Oh shut it Mike, not like ya don't see it regularly." Mikey hit Raph's arm back, which quickly escalated into an arm punching war. You tried not to laugh too much, looking over to Leo and Donnie, who were trying to do the same thing.

"Alright alright alright guys, that's enough!" Leo called, laughing a bit to himself.

"We gotta get going before it gets too late, we gotta take (Y/N) home by midnight. Let's move out!"

With those words, the five of you took off running towards your normal exit to the top world.

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gUIS IM IN ABSOLUTE L O V E WITH THIS ONE SHOT I LOVED WRITING IT SO GOD DAMNED MUCH AAAAAHHHHHHHH

PS THIS WAS WRITTEN AT LIKE 11 pm - 2:30 am SOOOOOOOOO

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agustdakasuga · 3 years

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Between The Bloodshed | Chapter 24

Genre: Mafia!AU, Angst, Romance, Fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Doctor!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of him through his recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that would change your life entirely.

The boys have decided to grant you your space, but they can only wait so long.

Warning: This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. It may contain depictions of violence, blood shed/ gore and mentions of abuse. Please read at your own discretion.

Chapter warning(s): Mentions of drug dealing, angry Jungkook curses (and calls someone a wh*re)

Jin walked around his casino, inspecting the area. Some players cast him glances, seeing the handsome suited male walked around with two guards and the casino manager in tow. Jin was extremely meticulous when it came to his places of business.

“Clear this row. The machines look horrible. Order new ones.” Jin ordered. The manager nodded, opening his file to take note.

“How’s the bar business?” Jin asked.

“It is going very well, sir. Along with the new menu for the restaurant that you put in. We have patrons ordering finger foods.” The manager reported. Jin nodded his head in approval.

“Sir, there have been some new business prepositions for you. From different suppliers.”

“Prepare them in my private booth at the restaurant. I’ll go through them as a eat. Ask the bar to fix my drink too.” Jin gave a backwards wave as he headed to his office first. He stopped the guards just before the first coded door. After he punched the code in, he pushed open the glass door and headed in. There was another coded door to get through before he opened the double doors that led to his office.

RINGGGGG

“Hmm?” He pressed the speaker button.

“Hyung! S-She... (y/n)... She...”

“Jungkook, calm down and tell me what’s going on. This is about (y/n)? What’s wrong? I thought Taehyung was visiting her today.” Jin frowned, wondering what the maknae was freaking out about.

“SHE’S GONE!”

“Gone? As in, kidnapped again?” Jin went closer to his phone.

“No. Taehyung hyung came back from the hospital, he was a mess. Then he said something about the room being empty, her leaving her bracelet behind. He checked with the nurses, who said she woke up this morning and checked out right away.”

“I see...” Jin didn’t really know what to say.

“She left us!”

“Jungkook, calm down. Get a grip. I’m coming home now.” Jin said and hung up, He sighed, gathering his things and heading out.

“I’m going home. Put a hold on everything first.” Jin told the manager, not explaining much as he called for his driver. The car pulled up and Jin got in. he texted the other older ones on the way home.

“Yoongi, Hoseok.” Jin exited his car just as the two came out. Yoongi chewed on his nail, he had been rather distressed since Hoseok dropped him off at his coastal hotel the other day. But he wouldn’t tell the others what had happened.

“Namjoon’s inside with the younger ones.” Hoseok informed. They entered the side wing this time. The other 4 members were seated there.

“Why did she leave...?” Jimin sighed.

“She won’t return to work so quickly, considering she just woke up from her coma. Plus, she still has things to collect here. She wouldn’t abandon Kookie too.” Namjoon said.

“Should we find her?” Taehyung jumped up.

“No. She obviously wants to be alone now. It’s traumatic, even for someone like her. What we are used to, not everyone is. Us going to her house now isn’t going to change anything. She needs space and we have to grant her that.” Yoongi spoke. Everyone knew what the older said was right. They knew where your apartment was, yet they knew they shouldn’t go.

“Then we just wait for her to come back and speak to us? What if she never wants to see us again?” Jungkook panicked.

“Even if she does, she still has a contract to honour with our family. She’ll have to come see Namjoon, at least, to nullify it. I know for a fact, that she’ll stick to that.” Jin said.

“I thought I could finally hold her.”

“That’s all we wanted as well. But sometimes, things just don’t go our way.” Namjoon tried his best to comfort the maknaes.

“I have some important business to attend to. I’ll be back tonight.” Hoseok said and left immediately. Yoongi stood up as well, heading to his office here, slamming the door shut. He needed to see you, there were so many things he needed to ask you.

“Please, take a seat.” Yoongi gulped as he closed the office doors behind him. The visitor nodded, taking a seat on one of the couches. Yoongi wiped his sweaty palms on the thighs before sitting opposite him.

“What can I do for you... hyung?” He asked.

“I know everything, Yoongi.”

“W-What do you mean?” Yoongi’s eyes widened.

“Your friend, the lady doctor, she came to see me the other day. She offered to be my doctor and surgeon.” Geumjae explained. Yoongi was speechless, not really knowing how to react.

“Of course, I said no. And she respected that, surprisingly. Everyone else was pushing me to get the surgery since it gives me another ‘chance at life’ but I didn’t want to go through all of that. Then, she told me something.”

“What did she say...?” Yoongi asked cautiously.

“She told me just how much of our father’s burden you’re carrying, even after his death. How much you’re living with the guilt of everything that he caused and how you have taken all the blame on yourself. She made me realise how even though the past hurts, living my life, hating someone who’s not even at fault, isn’t worth it.” He sighed.

“Oh...” Was all Yoongi could say.

“Yoongi, as much as I hated our father, I knew it was wrong of me to blame you. You’re not him. I just... what he did to my mum, I needed someone to blame. Even after his death.” Geumjae sighed.

“It’s okay. I knew whatever dad did... I can never undo it.” Yoongi looked away.

“But that’s the thing, my omma and I shouldn’t have expected you to undo it. You never needed to and yet, we made you feel like it was your duty to.” Geumjae said.

“Before her death, she stopped blaming you and your mum, knowing that it was never any of your faults to begin with. There was no point blaming a child and mother who was kept in the dark just as much as we were.” He continued. Yoongi nodded his head.

“We were all just disposable in dad’s eyes. He never cared about us at all.” Yoongi spoke, it was the truth.

“You’re all I have left, Yoongi.” Geumjae looked at Yoongi.

“You too, hyung. All I ever wanted was just to have you as an older brother, I hated it when dad spoke about you like you were nothing, when he blamed you when he caught us playing together.” Yoongi’s voice grew soft.

“When I knew you were ill, I tried to get (y/n) to do the surgery. I didn’t care if you hated me. I just wanted you alive.” Yoongi revealed.

“Yoongi...”

“That’s why I went to see you. That’s why I told you, if you want me to never find you again, you have to go for the surgery. Because I knew that would be the only way to make you do it.” He wiped a tear.

“There’s a lot of missed time to make up for. I’ll do the surgery.” Geumjae reached over to hold Yoongi’s hand.

“Y-You will?” Yoongi’s eyes widened.

“Only if Dr (y/n) does it.” Geumjae stated. Yoongi nodded his head. The two brothers stood up, hugging each other.

“Will you ever forgive me, Yoongi?” Geumjae asked.

“I have never once blamed you to begin with, hyung.” Yoongi replied, his words muffled by his brother’s shoulder slightly. That’s why Yoongi needed to find you first and didn’t even mention any of this to the other boys. He wanted you to be the first person to know how he made up with his brother and how it was all thanks to you.

Yoongi bit his thumbnail as he looked out the window. He swirled the ice cube around the whiskey glass before taking a sip. His shoulder ached, he knew he was over working it too quickly.

“Hyung?” He turned around to see Jimin there.

“Jin hyung said to give this to you.” He handed the older a small ziploc bag with some pills inside. It was probably painkillers for his shoulder. Even now, Jin was still the only one that had the key access to your medicine cabinet.

“Thanks.” He popped the pills into his mouth, gulping it down with his whiskey. If you were there, you would have scolded him.

“How’s Tae?” Yoongi asked after a short silence.

“He’s doing better. It was just the initial shock... You know like what happened with his noona. But he calmed down, Namjoon hyung took him to DNA to do some housekeeping.” Jimin informed. Yoongi nodded.

“Good.” The older sighed. Jimin left the office, going back to his dojo to train, just to get his own anxieties out of his system. Namjoon drove this time, casting glances to Taehyung every now and then. Taehyung just stared out the window, a distant look in his eyes.

“You know, the last time I bought flowers for someone... I found my dad beating my noona to death.” Taehyung suddenly spoke.

“Taehyung-”

“Today, I bought flowers for the girl I love, only to find that she doesn’t even want to see me anymore. Just took off and left.” Taehyung sighed. Namjoon didn’t reply, just letting Taehyung be.

“Are you sure you can work, Taehyung?” Namjoon asked.

“Of course. Sorry.” Taehyung cleared his throat. Namjoon didn’t mean that rudely, he just wanted to snap Taehyung out of it.

“We’re here.” Namjoon stopped the car and parked. The doors were opened for them by the guards of DNA. They bowed as the two entered. Namjoon and Taehyung went upstairs to where the 7′s shared office was. They sat inside, going through all the paperwork they have missed. With Taehyung around, Namjoon didn’t have to do it all alone.

“I thought we were housekeeping. I brought my favourite bat for nothing.” Taehyung rolled his eyes. Namjoon chuckled at the disappointment evident in the younger’s voice.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get your action. Our men told me that there has been quite a drug problem here.” Namjoon informed.

“Not by our dealers?” Taehyung grew surprised. Unauthorised dealing of drugs in Bangtan territory wasn’t common since Bangtan has its own dealers. The boys were always controlling what drug gets dealt with and how much of it.

“Do they know the culprit?” Taehyung asked.

“We’ll catch him ourselves. Tonight.” Namjoon smirked. Taehyung grew excited, it had been a while since they’ve caught someone themselves.

When night fell, Namjoon and Taehyung left their office. Taehyung slung his bat over his shoulder, the splintered wood a contrast from his stark, dark green suit. The two stood on the VIP balcony, sipping their drinks quietly as they observed the club being filled.

“I think we’ve found our dealer.” Namjoon said, swirling his drink in his crystal glass. Taehyung followed his leader’s line of sight, a smile slowly growing on his face as they emptied their glasses and walked out of the booth.

Jungkook had left after the older ones spoke of the plan to not seek you out, he returned to his fighting ring since there was a high staked, big fight tonight.

“Mr Jeon.” The workers bowed. Jungkook ignored them, straightening his jacket.

“Get me a drink.” He said as he walked up to his regular, protected booth. Entering, he removed his jacket and sat on the plush couch. He leaned back comfortably, crossing his legs.

“Sir.” His attendant bowed deeply, placing Jungkook’s usual drink order over a napkin on his side table. Jungkook shooed him away and he scurried away.

“Hmm...” Jungkook looked at the iPad, scanning through the fighters that would be sparring today. He clicked on a specific fighter’s profile and immediately bet 10 million won. All he had to do now was sit back, relax and watch his pet win. Jungkook wasn’t an impulsive gambler but he was a confident one, ‘don’t put all your eggs into one basket’ didn’t apply to him.

“Jungkookie.” A female’s voice entered the VIP area where he was sitting. Jungkook ignored her, eyes trained on the people coming in and placing their bets for the fight.

“I haven’t seen you in a while.” She had the audacity to sit down beside him. Jungkook took a sip of his drink.

“Who let you in?” He asked, not even looking at her.

“I told them I’m with you and they let me in.” She giggled. Wordlessly, Jungkook stood up and headed to the door. Grabbing the guard by the back of his collar, Jungkook dragged him in, throwing him to the ground.

“So you just let anyone in now?” Jungkook hovered over him.

“N-No, sir! I’m sorry! She told me she was with you and I know that a girl is usually with you-”

“Don’t you dare compare her to that wh*re over there.” Jungkook cut him off with a menacing hiss. The guard shut his mouth, pursing his lips.

“You’re fired. Get out of my sight and take the wh*re with you, since you like to listen to her so much.” Jungkook growled. His patience was already running thin from the events earlier today and he wasn’t about to let someone else test it again at his own place of business.

“Jungkook, don’t you think-” Jungkook, gaze still trained on the guard in front of him, took his gun out and pointed it at her. She screamed and ducked behind the couch.

“Get out!” Jungkook roared and the two ran out as quickly as they could.

“Unless you see a member of Bangtan, no one is to be let into MY booth. You understand me?!” Jungkook shouted at the other guard, who jumped in fear, saluting and nodding his head. Jungkook slammed the door.

“F*ckers trying to test me.” Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair and dropped back down onto the couch.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

Jungkook looked through the glass to see his fighter standing there with his manager and the ringmaster. Giving a nod of approval, he waved for them to enter. The fighter and his manager walked behind the ringmaster. Seeing him bow to Jungkook, the two bowed respectfully. Jungkook stood up, going to the fighter. He scanned his figure.

“Mr Jeon.” The fighter bowed. Jungkook smiled.

“You have a lot of potential. I’ve got my money on you tonight.” Jungkook faked kindness. The manager’s eyes widened.

“Thank you so much for your kindness, Mr Jeon! We- I mean, he won’t let you down!” They bowed again. Jungkook hummed with a nod, patting the fighter’s shoulder encouragingly.

“That’s good to hear. I’ve seen you train so I know you won’t let me down.” Jungkook chuckled, sitting back down.

“Have a great fight. I’ll be watching.” Jungkook waved. The fighter looked out the viewing glass that faced the ring. He visibly gulped and nodded his head.

“Thank you again, Mr Jeon.” The manager bowed and guided his fighter out. The ringmaster stayed behind.

“After the fight, we’ll keep the kid. However, not a big fan of the manager...” Jungkook smirked. That’s all Jungkook needed to say for the ringmaster to understand what he meant. The ringmaster nodded and bowed deeply before exiting the room.

You sighed, stretching your fingers.

“Great work, everyone.” You nodded to everyone in the surgical suite. The nurses and other attending doctors bowed to you. You walked out the double doors, pulling your soiled scrubs off and tossing them into the bin.

“Good job. As always.” Your mother was there, waiting for you at the exit.

“Thanks.” You mumbled. You can only imagine how happy your mother was when you told her that you would be working here temporarily. There were some skills that you needed brushing up on and honestly, you wanted to avoid 7 people for a while.

“I’m gonna take a break.” You walked away from your mother, heading to the stairwell. You entered the rooftop of the hospital.

“You’re such a coward. You know that?” You shook your head at yourself. Sitting on the only bench there, you tucked your hands into the pocket of your coat.

A few days ago, you had sent a message to Namjoon, asking for time off and that you will contact him shortly regarding you contract with the family. You didn’t even wait for his reply before blocking him.

“You look like you need a hot chocolate.” A new voice appeared. You stiffened slightly, turning around.

“Found ya.” He smirked.

“I wasn’t exactly hiding. Besides, I knew one of you were bound to come and seek me out. Although, I can’t say I expected you to be the first one.” You chuckled. He held out a cup of hot chocolate and you received it. You opened the lid, watching the steam escape for a few seconds before taking a sip. The sweet beverage comforted you.

“You’ve cut your hair.” He pointed out. You nodded, reaching up to touch your now slightly short hair that ended just above your shoulders. You wanted a change and this was the best you could do.

“How are you doing?” He asked, sitting on the bench beside you.

“Surviving.” You shrugged.

“Really?” He wasn’t convinced by your vague answer.

“I shot someone, I killed him. I’ll forever live with the guilt of his blood on my hands but do I regret it? No. It needed to happen.” You sighed.

“We know there was a boy that helped you escape. We found his body in the room and gave him a burial, it’s only right.” He took a slip of paper out of his wallet, handing it to you.

“He’s there.” He informed. You looked at the address and number on the paper, nodding with a hum before putting it in your pocket.

“Are you done with work for the day?” He asked.

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I’m leaving with you. I asked for an indefinite time of leave. That means I want to be away from all of you.” You snorted.

“We don’t have to leave. We can stay right here. But now that I think about it, I’m sure I’m the only one in the family that hasn’t told you how I joined Bangtan.” He looked at the city skyline before him, a small smile on his face. You blinked, turning your head to look at his side profile.

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mochegato · 3 years

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Truth Be Told

This night was not turning out how she had thought it would turn out… Actually, up until a few minutes ago, it wasn’t much different from how she thought it would go. She hadn’t been holding out much hope for the guy Rose had set her up with. They did not have similar vetting styles or criteria. So despite Rose’s most heartfelt hopes, the date with an overly sugary prick, oozing with fake charm and inauthentic compliments, was a complete flop and yet completely expected.

While that man was annoying, he was not the cause of her current frustration. No the current frustration was the man that had attempted to grab her as she walked home, her stilettos in her hand, because truthfully, she’d rather risk the dirty sidewalks of Gotham than the pain and blisters wearing those for another twelve blocks would cause.

She’d kept an eye on the man for the last block as he followed her, getting slowly closer and closer in a vain attempt not to alert her. Joke was on him, she was always on alert. But she wasn’t positive he was actually a threat. Lots of people in Gotham were creepy, it didn’t mean they were a threat.

When he finally grabbed her arm, she twisted immediately hitting him in the face with one of the stilettos. He screamed in pain, bringing his hand up to his face. She took advantage of his momentarily distraction to run. She was confident in her fighting abilities, but there was always a chance for him to get a lucky hit in and a fight avoided if possible was safer than a fight engaged… or something like that.

He took advantage of his greater size and lunged at her before she could get out of his range. He jerked her back with such strength and force, she couldn’t stop him or brace herself. She fell as he pulled, dropping her shoes as she did. He angrily swung for her head as she laid on the ground. She rolled out of the way just in time and heard the crunch as his fist connected with the concrete.

She took a breath and stood up, moving behind him to punch him hard in his kidney. He crumpled to the ground, gasping for breath. She took advantage of his position to knee him in the face, breaking his nose. He groaned in pain and cradled his nose. Marinette paused for just a second to take a breath before running again. The ogre moved quicker than she had expected and grabbed her arm with his good hand, yanking her to him. She used the momentum to drive her palm into his chin. He staggered back a few steps, giving her enough room to kick him in the chest. He fell back against the building next to them, hitting his head on the bricks with a sickening smack and slid down the wall, crumpling into a pile at the bottom.

Marinette edged closer to him to see if he was still alive, tensing as she got closer, ready to bolt if he so much as twitched. She breathed a sigh of relief feeling a strong pulse and let herself relax for a moment. Her whole body immediately tensed again as she heard a sound of something dropping behind her. She slowly turned around to see a figure with a red bat across his broad chest a few feet away from her. Her body relaxed minutely at the sight. He was one of the bats. One of the more violent ones, if she remembered correctly, but only against people who hurt kids.

She watched nervously as Red Hood sauntered slowly up to her. He stopped a few feet away from her, looming threateningly over her. He stared at her silently for a few moments, or at least she assumed that’s what he was doing. It was rather hard to make out where exactly he was looking with his mask on. She just barely stopped herself from jumping when he lifted his hand out to her, holding her shoes. She looked at them dumbly for a few seconds before finally taking them with a quiet “Thanks.”

He didn’t react, or maybe he did, she just couldn’t see it under the mask, which was doing nothing to calm her. Finally after she’d gotten her shoes back on he decided to break the silent, looming, threatening presence aura. “That was amazing,” he gushed out.

Her eyes widened at the comment and snapped up to the mask’s eyes. Of all the things she had been anticipating, that was not one of them. “Uh… Thanks,” she answered uncertainly. She studied him for a moment and realized he hadn’t been sauntering earlier, he had been staggering and now he was swaying as he stood turned. “Are you… um… are you okay? You’re kind of…” she motioned to his body.

Red Hood tore his eyes away from her eyes, with great force of will to examine his body for what she meant. He stumbled as he tried to check himself for injuries. He was fine. He hadn’t even been involved in this fight and Scarecrow’s goons hadn’t landed almost any of their hits. He was perfectly fine. He looked back up to meet her eyes again and cocked his head to the side for a moment. Her eyes were blue but he couldn’t quite tell the shade with his mask on. The filters in the mask were making them appear slightly different than they really were and he needed to see her eyes properly.

Marinette failed to stop herself from jumping slightly when his hands moved lightning quick to remove his helmet to see her better. Marinette gasped at his freshly exposed face. “Should you be doing th…”

“Wow… you’re fucking hot,” he grinned. He had definitely made the right decision removing the helmet. He could see her much better without it. He could now make out the rosy hue on her cheeks at his comment and the exact bluebell shade of her eyes. He had been right. She was even more gorgeous without the filter.

“Um… thanks,” she gave him a nervous smile. What the fuck was happening right now? “So are you.”

“I am,” he nodded in agreement. “But you’re hotter. I’m Jason.” He reached his hand out to shake hers.

Marinette drew in a breath and clenched her lips closed. Her eyes turned concerned. “Oh, you definitely shouldn’t be doing that,” she tried to lightly chastise him, but he was looking at her with such an earnest, hopeful expression she couldn’t help but smile at him and take his hand. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Jason… should she call him Jason or Red Hood. She really shouldn’t know his name… but she did so… Jason said again breathlessly.

“Hi,” Nightwing added loudly from behind Jason, breaking their moment. Marinette yanked her hand back and looked back and forth between the two.

Jason groaned loudly and shook his head. He looked up to the sky for a moment, but quickly returned his focus to Marinette. “Oh fuck off, Dickhead. I’m working here.”

“So the body is yours?” Nightwing prodded.

“No,” Jason grinned proudly at her. “It’s hers.”

Marinette gave Jason a panicked look before switching to look at Nightwing again. “He attacked me and I stopped him. He’s still alive. I checked.”

“Yes you did,” Jason confirmed delightedly.

Nighwing tapped his ear piece and knelt next to the body, examining it. “Oracle, can you send police to my location, please? We have an unconscious body. Looks like he’ll need a medic too.” He nodded at whatever was said in his earpiece and took a beat to collect himself before walking up to them slowly, watching them analytically as if trying to assess the situation. “You okay, ma’am?” He asked with a guarded tone. Marinette looked over to Jason who rolled his eyes at her and looked away in annoyance at Nightwing’s interruption. Marinette looked back to Nightwing and nodded slowly.

“Glad to hear it. Sorry about Hood,” he grinned charmingly at Marinette in a manner she was sure was supposed to lull her into a sense of calm and trust, but after an entire dinner of smarmy smiles, Nightwing’s grated on her instead. Jason’s earnest smile however… that was something else.

Despite Jason’s previous insult, Nighwing continued walking closer until he was close enough to throw his arm over Jason’s shoulder. “Scarecrow had a particularly potent drug and Red Hood got hit with it a few times. So Hood could have been saying absolutely any crazy thing. I’m honestly surprised he can even walk right now.”

Marinette caught on quickly. This was Nightwing’s way of mediating potential security breaches, in case Jason had done anything that could compromise his and their identities, like removing his helmet and telling her his name. Marinette could sympathize with the attempt after her years of trying to manage the miraculous identities secret, but he’d come with his fake smile and fake concern and she was done with fake people today. So, mess with him it was. “So I shouldn’t have taken him saying I was cute seriously?” she asked innocently.

Nightwing paused for just a second. If Marinette hadn’t been watching, she would have missed it. “No! No,” he stuttered. “I mean, it doesn’t STOP him from saying true things. And that certainly is true. It just…”

Jason finally tore his intense gaze away from Marinette to whirl on Dick and shove him away, which was actually quite lucky for Jason, as the shoving motion is the only thing that countered his momentum and kept him from falling. “Stop hitting on the woman I’m hitting on,” he hissed at Nightwing. Nightwing gasped at seeing Jason’s naked face, not even a domino mask to hide his identity.

Jason twirled back toward her, but overcorrected and turned past her. He had to slowly turn back until he faced her and pointed his finger at her accusatorily. “And I didn’t say you were cute. I said you were fucking hot and you are.” He smiled proudly at his statement.

Marinette giggled both at Jason’s bluntness and the horror on Nightwing’s face. She raised her hands in surrender, letting Jason take the win. He nodded smugly at her acquiescence.

“Okay Romeo, let’s get you home,” Nightwing said, clapping Jason on the back and not so subtly pushing him past Marinette and down the sidewalk, or at least attempting to.

Jason swayed back toward Marinette, raising his arm to balance himself just high enough that it landed perfectly on Nightwing’s shoulder in a way that would have been considered smooth if it had been in anyway intentional rather than sheer dumb luck. “Dickweed, if you stop me from getting her number I’m going to fill all of your uniforms with itching powder,” Jason growled threateningly. He leaned in closer to Nightwing until their faces were a few inches apart. “ALL OF THEM. If she’s willing to give me her number, I’m going to take it.”

“And what good would her number do Red Hood?” Nightwing gritted out pointedly.

Jason blinked and pulled his head back clumsily. “Don’t know. But it’ll do Jason Todd a lot of fucking good.” He smiled roguishly at Marinette. “And if I’m extremely lucky, maybe eventually, some good fucking too.”

Marinette sputtered at him completely exposing his identity and his honest admission of his intentions, her mouth dropped. Nightwing groaned.

Jason moved closer to her, trying to keep his steps measured and graceful. It didn’t really work, but it reduced the stumbling. “I never did catch your name, Helen might come close but couldn’t match.”

She blinked a few times to catch up with the rapid change in tone and quirked her head to the side. “Helen?”

He nodded slowly at her, his eyes still focused solely on her. “Of Troy. Face that launched a thousand ships. Surely yours could launch a million.” His voice was reverent and his smile had softened becoming affectionate rather than roguish.

“Oh my God," she giggled, an incredulous smile settling on her face. "Is he like this when sober?”

“Not with me,” Nightwing said rolling his eyes, or at least she thought that’s what he was doing under the domino mask. His entire head rolled as he did it. “But he is usually pretty blunt,” he acknowledged. “But with the serum added in…” He trailed off, letting her fill in the gaps. Nightwing looked back over at Marinette appraisingly. “Look…”

“Marinette,” she supplied.

“Marinette…” Jason repeated. He let the name linger on his tongue. “That’s a beautiful name. Epic poems could be written about that name and that smile.”

Her cheeks reddened and she had to look away from the intensity of Jason’s stare. She shook her head and coughed to try to calm her heart. She raised an eyebrow at Nightwing. “So I take it that it was a truth serum?” The deep sigh Nightwing let out was confirmation enough for Marinette.

“It is a truth universally acknowledged that you are sexy as fuck,” Jason interrupted her.

Marinette, whose mouth had been open to continue her thought, snapped it shut with an audible clap and turned bright red.

Nightwing choked and tried to cough to cover it. “Jesus, Jason. Take it down a notch or ten.”

Jason shrugged at him, smiling proudly at Marinette’s expression. “Equal and opposite flirting rule.”

“Excuse me?” Marinette interrupted. Because that sounded like he was flirting to the same level she was and she had definitely NOT been flirting at that level or at all. Damn, she needed to up her flirting game. She opened her mouth to say something but snapped it shut quickly. Now was not the time. He was drugged out of his mind. She was not going to hit on someone who was buzzed beyond belief.

“The level of flirting exhibited shall match the level of awesomeness of the subject of the flirting,” Jason explained calmly, still smiling his soft smile at her. And honestly, if he kept that up, she was going to rescind her stance on flirting back at him.

Marinette stared at him for a few seconds “Uhhh,” she started, internally groaning at her very intelligent response. Eloquent conversation? Nailed it. Very deserving of the ‘awesome’ title.

She blinked a few times and turned to Nightwing. “I understand the value of a secret identity. I assume you won’t take my word on it, but perhaps you could take a fellow hero’s word?” Nightwing raised an inquisitive eyebrow at her. “You’re part of the Justice League, right? You can check with Ladybug. She’ll vouch for me.”

“Ooohhh,” Jason suddenly let out, moving in between her and Nightwing. “Ladybug! She’s fucking hot too and so amazing. Almost as much as you. You fight like that without a magic suit to help. That’s so impressive.” Marinette could feel her cheeks grow even redder. If this kept up, her face was going to be as red as her mask, and there would be no hiding her identity. “You’re friends with her?” Jason continued, oblivious to her inner turmoil. “Batman won’t let me meet her. Are all your friends as hot and amazing as you?”

“I’ll check with her the next time I see her,” Nightwing confirmed over Jason, putting his arm around his waist again to guide him down the street.

Marinette nodded at him. “It was nice meeting you two.”

“Wait,” Jason lunged out of Nightwing’s arm toward her, nearly knocking her down. “I didn’t get your number.”

Marinette looked to Nightwing. “Uh… I don’t think your… teammate wants me to do that.”

“Ignore that happiness killing asshole. Dick has always been like that. Besides, we’ll need your number to keep an eye on you, right? I volunteer,” he grinned brightly.

Marinette opened her mouth and shut it again. She determinedly refused to look at Nightwing, Dick apparently, and focused on Jason, fixing him with a pointed stare. “If I give you my number, will you stop giving me personal secrets? Yours and your other partners’?”

“My brothers?” Marinette’s eyes snapped to Nightwing’s this time.

Nightwing slapped himself on the forehead. “Little Wing…” he groaned.

“Yes your brothers’. And go home and sleep this off?” she continued.

“Yes I will. Although I’d sleep better if I knew you were there too, watching over me,” he added earnestly.

“No, you wouldn’t.” She pulled out a sheet of paper to write it on but he shoved his phone in her hands instead.

“Just put it directly in here,” he offered instead.

She closed her eyes and sighed. She looked over to Nightwing for guidance, but he shrugged at her, defeat clear in his slumped shoulders.

“I definitely would,” he countered her. He turned toward Nightwing. “You should have seen her take out that thug when he tried to grab her. She was amazing,” he sighed out dreamily. “She knocked his ass out. Hey!” he perked up as if suddenly realizing something. “She’s a knock out who knocked his ass out!” He turned back toward her and leaned on Nightwing in a daze. “I think I’m in love.”

“I am so sorry about him,” Nightwing looked at her pleadingly.

Marinette waved him off and put her name and number in Jason’s phone. “Truthfully? Significantly more honest, respectful, and romantic than the date I had tonight or in the past… while, so… Have him give me a call tomorrow if he still feels the same.”

“Oh I will,” Jason grinned at her, taking his phone back and laughing at the (Helen) she’d put next to her name. “It was nice meeting you Marinette. It was the highlight of my week.”

Marinette grinned and pushed up to kiss him on his cheek. “Mine too. Now put on your helmet before you out yourself to anyone else.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jason nodded. He put his helmet on as she walked away, but rubbed the area of his helmet over his cheek where she had kissed him, a goofy smile on his face. He would definitely call her in the morning. He would make sure he remembered. He wasn’t stupid enough to let someone like her get away.

Continued in Well, Well, Well, If It Isn’t the Consequences of My Actions

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 3 years

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Unspoken

Summary: Dean is cursed with the inability to speak unless a cure can be found. It begins to wear on him in more ways than one...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,800ish

Warnings: language

“Stay down,” said Dean, aiming his gun at the witch.

“Why don’t you shut up,” she said, throwing something at Dean. You both shot and she was dead like that but Dean had a hand on his throat, turning to you with a bit of panic in his eyes.

“Dean!” you said, expecting him to start gasping that he couldn’t breathe but it never came. Dean only continued to claw at his throat, opening his mouth and staring at you. “What’d she do?”

You watched him move his lips and even his tongue but not a whisper came out, no sound at all. He looked like he was trying to shout but there was nothing, Dean spinning around.

“You can’t talk?” you asked, Dean nodding as he found a piece of paper and a pen, jotting something down quick.

Can breathe. No talking though. Find spellbook.

“Alright. You look down here. I’ll take upstairs.”

About an hour later, Dean was poking his head in a room, tossing a notebook at you before walking away.

Found it. Doesn’t mention anything. I dealt with the witch. I grabbed the book so let’s go home. Maybe Sam can figure it out.

“Well, I’m sure this will be an enjoyable drive home.”

“Wait. So you can’t talk?” said Sam. Dean rolled his eyes and rested his head on his hands. “Really?”

“Yes, Sam. He’s cursed or under a spell. Help me figure this out, alright?” you said. Sam held up his hands, chuckling a little. “Sam.”

“Hey, compared to the usual crap that happens to us, at least this isn’t so bad, right? It’s not trying to kill him at least,” said Sam.

Dean sighed but gave a half-hearted smile and nodded. He waved and you followed after to the library, each one of you heading off to do your own research.

Hopefully you could find a cure soon.

Four Months Later

Sam was off on another random lead that probably wouldn’t pan out. You’d managed to find a nice and easy ghost hunt but you couldn’t even drag Dean along with you. That was your rule. It was too dangerous to bring him along when he couldn’t talk. It was strange how everything around him seemed to mute. Plates didn’t make noise when they stacked together. Chairs didn’t scrape along the floor. The shower was silent whenever he took one.

He was like a ghost. Except those made sound on occasion.

“Dean. Let’s get out of the bunker, go do something fun,” you said, poking your head in your room. Dean was nowhere to be found. You checked the garage next, Baby still parked in there, no sign of him. “Dean! Where are you?”

You hoped that didn’t make him mad. He’d been having a bad week. Worse than normal which was saying something. You knew he was reaching his breaking point even if he kept it to himself.

“Dean,” you said again, wandering to your old bedroom, finding him sat on top of the bed, staring at you when you walked in. “Baby. What-”

He tossed his little whiteboard across the room and you took a seat beside him, Dean turning his head away.

“I love you,” you said, wrapping your arms around him, giving him a kiss. “I know this is hard and I miss talking to you. So let’s talk, okay?”

He tilted his head and moved to stand but you kept him in place.

“Maybe the conversation is going to be a bit one sided but we can still talk, can’t we?” you asked. He nodded, looking over to where he’d thrown his whiteboard. He went to grab it but you shook your head.

“What?” he mouthed. You pressed your lips to his, gently laying the two of you back. He blinked when you moved away, eyes watching your hand slide up into his hair. Your fingers ran through his stands, green eyes flickering up and back to your face. He was thinking, trying to understand as you grabbed his shoulder and moved his head, resting it closer to your own. You smiled as he kept watching you, still thinking.

“For all the things I hate about this situation, you know what I love? Whenever I tell you how amazing you are, how wonderful and good and handsome and strong and intelligent and witty and awesome you are, you can’t make that tsk noise or scoff or sigh or grumble or interrupt to tell me I’m wrong. You have to sit back and take it,” you said.

He gave you a bitch face, rolling his eyes as you kept playing with his hair. He started to nuzzle into the touch though, his face turning soft.

“I love you,” you said. He nodded and pecked a kiss on the top of your nose, big green eyes staring softly. “I know you love me too, Dean.”

He let out a silent breath of air, pulling you flush to him.

“I don’t care what happens. I’m with you,” you said.

He smiled and grabbed your hand, pressing it flat against his chest and over his heart. You felt his heartbeat and smiled.

Two Months Later

“Dean! Lunch is ready!” you shouted from the kitchen. “Bacon lettuce tomato with extra bacon for you!”

You waited a beat, no tuft of brown hair coming around the corner. You grabbed his plate and drink, carrying them out to the library where Dean was researching again.

“You want to eat in here?” you asked. Dean lifted his head and shook it, waving you over. “You don’t want bacon...okay. That’s not concerning or anything.”

He tapped his book and you set the food down, peering over his shoulder.

“A transference spell? You want to transfer it to someone else?” you asked. Dean nodded, tossing his whiteboard at you.

We can’t break it so let’s move it. Move the spell to someone it won’t affect, like someone in a coma that’s never going to wake up. You think that would work?

“Actually, that’s not a half-bad idea,” you said. “Lunch first and then we’ll see if it’s possible.”

“It was a good try,” you said that night. Dean was in the gym, smacking hits against the punching bag. “We’ll get your voice back.”

He looked around the bag, taking deep pants, hitting it once more.

“Dean,” you said, his face scrunching up as he swung again. Hard. He did it a few times, the bag bouncing around, Dean not letting up until he was breathing hard, falling down onto his butt. He shut his eyes and put his head between his knees.

You sat beside him, Dean letting you pull off his boxing gloves. You frowned when you saw he’d cut up his knuckles.

“Let’s clean this up,” you said when his breathing was more even. He followed you to the kitchen, his head low as you wiped down the cuts and dried it off. “I can’t imagine how hard this is. I can’t. But if you need to go and let your anger out, you will do it the right way. Tape up your hands next time, Ali.”

He nodded, glancing up through his eyelashes.

“What would you like for dinner?” you asked. He shrugged. “Pizza?”

“Uf,” you heard him say, both of you wide eyed. “Igaf!”

“You can talk!” you said. Dean did a fist pump and jumped up and down, his sneakers making the cement floor smack. “Sammy! I think the curse is broken!”

“Really? That’s awesome!” he shouted back, wandering into the kitchen after a moment. Dean was still making baby noises though and he was quickly frowning. “So it’s been about six months. Could have been a timing thing.”

“Yeah,” you said, staring at Dean.

“Ea,” he said, pouting. “Ea icese.”

“I have no idea what he’s trying to say,” said Sam.

“Dean,” you said.

“Ea,” said Dean, finding one of his white boards laying around.

I’m trying to say Dean Winchester. That’s all that comes out. It’s like my mouth doesn’t know how to make the sound.

“Y/N. This may sound strange but...I think I know what the witch did,” said Sam. “I read about it like, years ago.”

“Don’t keep us in suspense, Sam,” you said, Dean throwing up his hands.

“Infantiliccum curse. Six month initial period,” he said.

“Well what is it?”

“I think Dean is very lucky that witch only decided to mess with his voice,” said Sam. “It basically reverts whatever the witch chooses in the afflicted to become that like an infant. Babies can’t talk right? Dean couldn’t talk. The other sound thing might have been a side effect.”

“Yeah but he knows how to talk. Why-“

“Yeah, he does but this is the part Dean’s gonna be pissed about. There’s another six months before it fully wears off,” said Sam.

“Ic uns!” said Dean, his face scrunched up. “Fff mfh uc afh!”

“Pretty sure there was an f bomb in there somewhere,” you said. Dean nodded, glaring at Sam.

“Hey, I said fully reversed. Maybe now you can like, learn to talk again in the meantime,” said Sam. “Get some phrases back.”

Dean growled but he still smiled at being able to make sound.

“I think that’s a good idea. I’m sure you’ll pick it up fast.”

“I know this one’s hard,” you said about a week later, holding up a flash card.

“Owiop,” said Dean, opening his mouth wide. “Owiop. Uckin etter. I ate tat etter.”

“L’s are hard. Come on. Tongue up behind your teeth, narrow your cheeks in and drop your jaw. Lollipop.”

“Ollipop,” he said with a bit of a smile. “Oll...Lol...ipop. Loll...ipop. Lollipop. Uck it L’s. I ot tis now.”

“You want to take a break? We’ve been going all morning,” you said.

He just smiled and stared at you.

“I love you,” he said, no struggle this time.

“Been waiting a long time to hear that again,” you said, kissing him for a few long moments.

“Tank you,” he said. “Th...ank you.”

“Thank you for trying. We keep working it and you’ll be back to your old self in no time,” you said.

“Love you,” he said, kissing you again.

“I love you too, Dean. Even when you couldn’t say it, I knew baby. I always knew.”

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