#I could see them being all alright gang let's deal with this guy like we dealt with his dad

[lpsgirl109]

Suddenly obsessed with the idea of FA Harry Osborn villain arc featuring Bruno looking at the Avengers and going oh my god what did you do to piss this guy off

[imagineanime2022]

League Of Villains With S/O With Powers Like Buffy

Tomura Shigaraki X Reader, Dabi X Reader, Spinner X Reader, Mr. Compress X Reader, Twice X Reader

Requested: @supernatural-hunter1

Request: I’m thinking what if “Wednesday Addams” was a quirk?😅 and the LOV members (including spinner, and Mr. compress. I feel bad for leaving those two out?🥺) had a S/O who’s quirk is a “Wednesday Addams” quirk?🤣 or a “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” type quirk that a pretty cool too?😁

Tomura Shigaraki

🖐 Shigaraki had only met you because of All For One. Given the abilities that you showed, he could see you becoming an integral part of keeping the plan on track. 🖐 The first time that you talked was probably when you advised him on what to do on one of his games, not only were you smart but you knew how to apply that too, something he wouldn't appreciate until later though. 🖐 You became the only person that he would trust and actively try to protect when you were out doing things. 🖐 Your abilities made things far easier for him, you were telepathic and unbelievably smart because of it, he’d look to you when he met someone new, you were the one who decided who he could trust.

Tomura sat at the bar, he had a drink sitting in front of him, you saw the door open before he did and gently nudged him, directing his attention to Giran “he’s got applicants.” You muttered. “Nothing gets past you.” Giran smirked as he stopped to the side showing a young girl and a male in his 20s who was badly scared. “Toga and you like to be called Dabi.” You said. “How do you know that?” Dabi asked, you shrugged as you leaned back into the bar. “Telepathy.” You finally said. “Stay out of my head.” Dabi ordered and you looked at him and rolled your eyes. “But I already know everything that you don’t want me to, T.” You teased. “Tch.” His hand shot out flames encasing it, Tomura grabbed you pulling you into your arm pulling you towards his chest, wrapping his arm around your waist carefully to make sure that his little finger didn’t touch you while his other hand shot out towards Dabi’s arm. Kurogiri was quick to open portals to stop either one of them from damaging anything. “Alright so I’m not fond of him but can we keep her, she’s cute.” You said as you pointed at Toga. “They’re both joining.” Tomura muttered. “Both of them.” You whined and he rolled his eyes as you settled yourself on his lap “if you're sure.” “I’m sure.” He muttered. “Stay close to me when he’s around.” “Sure thing Tomu.” You smiled, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw ignoring the two new recruits in the bar.

Dabi

🔥 You met Dabi after he left home, he saw you in the middle of a deal, one that you knew was going to go badly, you managed to take a gang of 20 people by yourself. Dabi caught the last one before he could get the drop on you and that was where the friendship started. 🔥 You were pretty close but he never asked you to join the league with him, he just told you that he was going to be away for a while and that you should call him if you needed him. 🔥 You ended up being the one that saved him when they suffered their loss after kidnapping Bakugo. 🔥 Dabi recognised you immediately and while some of the others knew of you none of them knew what you were doing there.

You grabbed the first guy that ran at you, you easily grabbed him around the neck and snapped it. “What are you doing here?” Dabi asked as he stopped Shigaraki from moving towards you. “Was I supposed to let them come over and attack you?” You asked. “You could have just called.” Dabi smirked as he walked towards you, you kicked another guy away stabbing one straight through the eye. “Should I just go?” You asked, your attention turning to him, the rest of the gang members took it as an opportunity to get the drop on you, however Dabi’s hand pushed out over your shoulder burning them before they got too close. “Admit it you missed me.” He said softly as he leaned closer to you pressing his face dangerously close to yours. “Did you miss me?” You asked, he only smirked but he knew that you could hear the thought run through his head ‘Sweetheart you have no idea.’ “Say it.” “Dabi, who is this?” Shigaraki’s voice sounded reminding you both that you weren’t alone. “A friend.” He answered. “Oh a friend.” You nodded to yourself as you waved into the air turning to leave “there isn’t anyone else coming for you, rest easy.” “Don’t be petty.” Dabi muttered as he grabbed your wrist before you could walk away. “You were closer than friends get Dabi.” Compress said as he walked over to shake your hand. “Tch.” Dabi grunted as you both made your introductions. “So you're just friends?” Toga asked as you looked at Dabi. “Stop.” Dabi ordered. “Well I’ve got my own plans to be getting on with until next time League.” You turned leaving the warehouse, you turned back blowing a kiss at Dabi before you were gone for good while the rest of his team mates began to ask questions.

Spinner

🦎 You met when you were kids, when he was still looking for friends, you fought off the bullies that tried to hurt him, you stuck by him no matter what and that continued into later life. 🦎 He kept you apart from his villain life for a little while, you knew where he went and what he did but you were never involved until the League needed somewhere to stay that wasn’t a warehouse. 🦎 He asked you before he showed up with them but none of them knew that you existed. 🦎 He knew that you could handle yourself but he didn’t want to bring trouble to your door if he didn’t have to, considering how much he loved you.

You were humming to yourself when the loud thoughts entered your mind, you knew that Spinner had brought his friends in through the back of the large house that you had inherited from your parents. You wiped your hands on the front of your clothes before walking out of the kitchen “Thought you got lost or something.” You smirked as Spinner appeared around the corner followed by the friends he had told you about. “There were more heroes around then I thought there would be.” Spinner shrugged and you nodded. “Yeah, you guys made an impression.” You shrugged as you pointed at the stairs, “there’s rooms on the third floor, they’re all empty, you can take whatever ones that you want.” “How do you know Spinner?” Toga asked and you looked at him. “You didn’t tell them?” You asked. “Well…” “We’re dating.” You answered “food will be ready soon so pick a room and let me know if you need anything.” Spinner followed you into the kitchen where you continued cooking. “I assume everything is okay.” He said as he stood behind you, arms crossed. “Things are fine.” You nodded, you could still feel the rest of the league standing in the hallway. “Your friends think very loudly, Shu.” Spinner turned to the door of the kitchen where he caught Twice and Toga looking in. “Well since you're still there Shigaraki, I need to ask you something!” You called. “Mm.” The hum from the leader of the group prompted you to talk. “Chisaki, what are your plans for him?” You asked. “What does it matter to you?” He asked. “Well the quirk I have is tailored to a certain type of work, you may have heard of my family, they were often referred to as the slayers, we killed whoever we were told provided that we were paid enough, government, villains, crime organizations it didn’t matter.” You wiped your wet hands after washing the vegetables. “Chisaki hired my family to kill someone for him and once it was done he killed my parents, I want him dead so I ask you what are your intentions for Chisaki?” “I intend to find out what this new weapon is, steal it and then make him pay for what he did to the other members.” Shigaraki answered. “Then I think I can give you more than just a place to stay.” You said. “Spinner, you never told us that you had an assassin girlfriend.” Toga complained. “It was none of you business.” Spinner muttered as he watched you make your deal with Shigaraki ‘she’s mine.’ he thought. ‘Yours.’ you answered in his head causing him to smile slightly.

Mr. Compress

🔮 You and Compress had been together long before you joined the league so your act was second nature by that point. 🔮 You drew attention from him while he did whatever he was doing in the background, you trusted him to have a way out and he trusted you to cover him until he did. 🔮 Compress relied on you and your abilities more than even you did, he trusted that you would stop him from doing anything that would result in his death. 🔮 He fully appreciates that you are one of the only reasons that he’s still alive and intact but he loves you with everything that he has and one day he’d repay you.

You had seen this before, it was a dream you had last night in your dream Hiro lost his arm. No one saw you move but Kai felt you kick him away from his target “How dare you touch me!?” Kai seemed to lose his composure for a second as he looked at you. “You don’t get to take everything from us… You said that you came here to talk so talk or leave.” You ordered, your hands on guard as you waited. “What do you know?” Shigaraki asked. “No much I just know that he’s able to destroy anything that he touches, I doubt that’s the extent of his quirk but that’s the only element that he plans to use here.” You explained. “His intentions?” Shigaraki asked. “He wants you to meet him on his terms before he’ll discuss what he wants, he’s good at shielding his mind, I’m sure he knew of me before he came here.” You explained. “She is better than they told me.” Kai said as he held out a piece of paper “meet me here, we’ll talk then.” When no one stepped forward to take the paper he placed it on the floor and left. Shigaraki walked over to the paper while Hiro came up behind you. “Relax, dear it’s over now.” He said softly, his hands gently moving yours down “another dream?” “Mmm.” You hummed as you turned to him and ran your hands down his arms before linking your hands together. “What happened?” You asked. “You lost your arm, he destroyed it.” You said running your fingers over his knuckles “and I don’t doubt that you’d look absolutely breathtaking with a metal arm, I would like to keep the original for as long as possible.” “I’d like that too.” He said lifting his mask to press a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you.”

Twice

🎭 Twice met you in the league, you fascinated him because you always knew what he was going to say before he said it, you trusted him before anyone else did and you always looked out for him. 🎭 You often silenced his mind long enough for him to have a thought of his own, he hated it when you weren’t around and always worried that he was more of a nuisance that clung to you than anything else. 🎭 He thought that you were magic whenever you predicted what would happen later that day, even when you explained that it was part of your quirk. 🎭 He trusted everyone and you trusted no one, you kept an eye on him and kept him safe from anyone who wanted to betray him.

Your dream showed you Jin’s death and you weren’t going to let that happen especially not by the hands of someone like Hawks, you waited in the dark room as Hawks led Jin in, you waited, you saw him lift the feather over his head and you darted out knocking the feather away and stabbing him in the shoulder “not that great of a spy are you?” You asked. “You… Knew…” He breathed. “I’m pretty good at pretending too.” You pulled the blade out of his shoulder and attempted to stab him again. Hawks caught your hand this time and you looked at him and smirked. “Twice! Go now!” You ordered. “I can’t leave you here.” He said as he reached forwards, you kicked Hawks away and turned to him. “I won’t be alone for long, but they need you out there to get the battle back on track so go and do your job and I’ll meet you on the other side I promise.” You smiled. “On three you go and I’ll keep him occupied.” “But-!” “Jin, I will be there once this is done.” You promised pressing a kiss to his forehead, after a quick countdown you turned in time to grab Hawks and kick him into the far back corner of the room holding him down. Jin escaped the room. “You're willing to die for him?” Hawks asked. “I’m willing to kill for him.” You corrected. “(Y/N) move.” Dabi ordered as you rolled out of the way of his attack. “Go.” “Yes sir.” You mock saluted him as you hoped over the side of the bannister onto the second floor of the building, you moved for the stairs finding your way to Compress, Toga and Twice. “You’re okay!” Twice called as he ran over to you looking over your body. “I’m okay, I promised after all.” You smiled “Dabi is dealing with the traitor now. Let’s get to work, we’ve got heroes to get rid of.” “Right!” Toga and Twice cheered as you adjusted your grip on the bloody knives in your hands ready for whatever came next.

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[quillyfied]

Alright, reacting messy and all over the place to this trailer, LET’S GO:

Okay, strong opening: hooded figures (one of whom is checking his watch, which is hilarious, but the skin of the hand also looks red, so probably demons?), red background (good argument for Pride), Blitzo getting IMP out of dodge and then IMMEDIATELY crashing the van, good for you bud I’m so proud (but not as proud as I am of Moxxie chewing Blitzo out without a single “sir” thrown in there). Couldn’t begin to guess when this takes place, but since the van is crunched up later during a bit that is, I am 99% sure, Ghostfuckers, then this is probably Apology Tour. Hooded figures might not have anything to do at all with the gang running for it.

FIZZ THERE IS SUCH A THING AS A SEX TOY THAT IS TOO BIG. I’m not sure if you’ve found it but it’s close :P Lots of fun little clips, though Moxxie dodging a blue fire explosion in Lust doesn’t look good.

DHORKS AND CHERUB WORKING TOGETHER I KNEW IT I HECKING KNEW IT I’M SO MAD I NEVER MADE A POST ABOUT IT BECAUSE I’VE BEEN SO CERTAIN OF IT FOR MONTHS NOW. AAAARGH. AND I CAN’T PROVE IT!! But look at Collin, he looks so unsure compared to the other two. Poor guy. Okay, Blitzo is leaving a card of some sort in front of Agent One, and he’s using the crystal, so this is very much giving me Mastermind vibes (or even Sinsmas, if it's after the conflict and this is just Blitzo messing with them now). Humans being able to open a portal to Hell…that ain’t good!

Something coming at the gang from…looks like their office? And it’s round and spiky…could be whatever it is that’s making them go on the run, whenever that is (Apology Tour is my current guess).

CLETUS IS IRON MAN NOW.

(Listen I’ve been having visions about Blitzo being on trial for stirring up so much crap in the human world that it’s started to have repercussions in Hell so the fact that there seems to be a meeting or trial of some sort later having to do with Stolas is making me think maybe I’m a prophet. I’ll maybe explain more later in a different post but dropping it here bc it’s part of my thought process right now.)

Blitzo why did you give your fake ID such a rack and then neglect it as part of your human disguise XD I’m disappointed in you, babe. I’m also wondering what in the unholy hell a demon wants with a haunted house on Earth (and if that’s Leviathan like many people have been speculating, what is A DEADLY SIN doing in a HAUNTED HOUSE on EARTH???). (Also that is the single most awkward angle of Blitzo of all time, why on earth is he wearing white leggings because if he was naked we would be seeing some pixelation here…unless imps can retract their junk, which I’m open to.)

Ooh, quick shot of Loona operating a machine gun in Lust! Nice! (Hey quick Q where’s Blitzo in all of this??)

Helloooooo, Vassago! Excited to meet you! Really looks like there’s some sort of trial or meeting in Pride and Stolas might be either the topic of discussion or literally on trial, and it wouldn’t surprise me at all to have Andrealphus trying to get Stolas demoted or something similar without Stolas even being there. So Vassago actually wanting him present looks good on him for now. But this is a trailer, things can be misleading, but anyone who looks that fed up when dealing with Andrealphus can’t be all that bad :P Thinking this is also during Mastermind, or possibly Sinsmas.

Okay, first really significant shot I’m noticing of short-sleeve Blitzo makes me think it might be Full Moon, because he’s sort of off to the side while the focus is on Stolas talking about how this transactional thing between them isn’t right anymore. Though. Hmm. Stolas is in full regalia for this. And there’s a shot later of short-sleeve Blitzo trying to go for Stolas’ hand and winding up outside (portal? Didn’t seem like it) and Stolas is in his robe when that happens. Musical number with metaphorical sequences? I am jumping in here to correct myself bc I forgot that Stolas’ fancy cloak and romper are both red. Heck. Why does this show only have two colors XD

Sun/moon seems to be during Apology Tour, if that’s when Stolas and Verosika are on a stage together.

And short-sleeve Blitzo with a Dankee Candle, good on you man XD (that’s been one of the more compelling arguments for short-sleeve Blitzo being during Sinsmas, not Full Moon, because gift-giving, but the bits of deep conversation that keep happening with Blitzo in short sleeves sound very much like a conversation that needs to happen during Full Moon and I can’t imagine they’ll wait an entire season for it).

Now the heart-rending bit that’s definitely during a musical number with kiddo Stolitz and then grownup Stolitz, currently voiced over that heart-stabbing “you think you can toy with our feelings because we’re smaller and less important” monologe from Blitzo, it’s FINE I’M FINE (Though…looking really closely…I am not sure if that’s when that monologue occurs? The mouth movements ever so slightly don’t match up. But animation technically has some leeway when it comes to that kind of thing.)

OKAY CALLING IT NOW, TEEN BLITZO AND TILLA SCENE IS DURING GHOSTFUCKERS. I don’t even think it’s a flashback, I just think Blitzo’s brain is being fucked with and he’s seeing his mom and visually reverting back to a teenager. The carpet behind Blitzo and the lighting are mostly what I’m basing this on. Also how fucked up would it be if Blitzo sees a ghost of his mom only for it to reflect his internal monologue about how terrible he is back at him, amirite :P

Okay sassy short-robe Stolas is Apology Tour, calling it now; he and Blitzo have “we’re about to hatefuck” energy off the charts and Stolas in particular is being so bitchy and petty-looking. And angry. And kinda sad. Am I ready for their breakup era to be full of bickering? Yes. Yes I am. I’m also skeptical that the smile that’s on Blitzo’s face during Stolas’ sarcastic little bow is going to be the expression on his face when the episode comes out, but I’m ready to be surprised.

HELLOOOOOO NURSE! YES TODAY SATAN! (Deeply curious about who’s the disgrace, have a current bet going on whether it’s Ozzie or possibly even Stolas, but I could be pleasantly surprised and it’s Mammon :P) Pretty sure the trial/meeting is happening during Sinsmas, actually, it would be too funny to call an episode that when introducing a new Sin. Also short moment to appreciate that Mammon brings fidgets to meetings, of course he does. My guy. My dude. Also his reaction is what makes me think Satan is talking to Ozzie, because Mammon would have no reason to look that gleeful at anyone but Ozzie.

WHERE DID BLITZO GET THAT SWORD THO. (AND ALSO HOW BADLY IS IT ACTUALLY GONNA FUCK UP ANDREALPHUS’ WHOLE DAY BECAUSE THAT’S DEFINITELY ANDREALPHUS ABOUT TO COME DOWN ON THEM LIKE A SACK OF FROZEN HAMMERS) Blitzo trying to protect Stolas, kill me ;A; Stolas looks like he’s in regalia, though sans cloak or hat…why is he at Andrealphus’ place, and why is it looking like he can’t fight back? Stripped of his powers, maybe? Anyway this is Sinsmas, no doubt about it, it’s got season finale energy.

If the haunted house guy is actually Leviathan, I have SO MANY QUESTIONS.

Why is IMP in Lust getting attacked by CHERUB/DHORKS? I have more questions.

“Everyone’s shitty, we live in Hell!” Valid, but also, cop-out.

I’m very curious about what is making Blitzo make that face, because it’s not the cake; it looks like Verosika is cutting it but then she’s also sitting next to him on the railing where he’s sitting, so…? Anyway, it’s Apology Tour, and can I just say how EXCITED I am to get to know more about what happened with Blitzo and Verosika and maybe see some closure for them both on that front? Because YIKES their dynamic means there is a good, juicy story behind it. But also, Blitzo why are you wearing a bloodstained sheet?? (Presumably to sneak around but why did he choose THAT OBJECT, is really my question.)

Millie fighting possibly possessed Blitzo and what appears to be a flashback to Millie and Blitzo’s first fight (could be a time skip but it makes more sense for it to be a flashback given Millie’s hair and Blitzo’s fashion) (side note but dammit why are they both so hot) let me know something new about myself, and it’s how very, very much I want to see Millie and Blitzo kicking the crap out of each other XD Blitzo and Moxxie got to spill their guts in a drug-induced hallucination; I want Blitzo and Millie to fight each other bloody. They’re bonding and sharing deep intimate feelings, guys :P

And the Millie voiceover where she’s telling Blitzo how much he takes from others? Probably during whatever weird hallucination (PLEASE be a hallucination) involves Millie with tied wrists, a branch in her hair, and a ton of glass sticking out of her eye. Ghostfuckers, perhaps? Would make the most sense but how much stuff could that episode POSSIBLY have, oh my word.

(Short-sleeved Blitzo dropping a ton of paperwork on Moxxie also makes me think that’s his date outfit for Full Moon; can’t do this mountain of paperwork, sorry Mox, he has a daaaaate)

Panning to Verosika at the part when she gets to “and leave them worse than when you found them” holy HELL

“Do you feel any remorse for the things you do” yeah somehow I think that’s aimed at Blitzo, y’all. Just from what we’ve seen of Stolas in that particular robe and his general expressions and actions that whole time, and the fact that he seems to be talking to Blitzo (if not an imagining of Blitzo) the whole time. But it panning to Andrealphus about to go super Saiyan does make me laugh super hard actually (bc NO THAT BITCH DOES NOT).

ENTIRE MOMENT OF BREATHLESS SILENCE FOR OCTAVIA CALLING STOLAS OUT. It’s been so complexly beautiful to watch this show not shy away from how much self-hatred and low self-worth hurts loved ones too, and especially to watch that play out with how Octavia and Stolas’ relationship is changing and hurting from Stolas himself changing and hurting, but to have it called out so bluntly really makes me wonder what in the high holy heck is about to happen and when this conversation takes place. I have a horror that it’s during Mastermind or whenever the trial/meeting is, because perhaps Andrealphus and Stella manage to turn Via on Stolas and tell her that whatever is about to happen to Stolas is deserved or for the best, but. Uh. Hmm. Hmmmm. (Because all of Stolas’ power and possessions passing to Via doesn’t mean that Via is old enough or prepared for them and giving them to her would put all that power somewhere that is potentially much easier to manipulate/control, but I have a lot of thoughts about how Stella feels about Via and how that colors how Andrealphus treads around the subject of Via when talking to Stella about her and it’s not for this trailer reaction.)

(Apology Tour involving not just apologizing to Verosika, but to Stolas, too? I can only hope, though it’ll be far from simple; I don’t think Stolitz is going to sort out their issues and get together fully this season, but I’m hoping for some steps.)

(Also PLEASE can we get some Stella development that maybe sheds some dimension on her spoiled brat personality)

VIA SONG VIA SONG VIA SONG VIA SONG (maybe about her own magic and her life and how it all kinda fell apart so fast even as she’s growing up so fast poor girl)

Pretty sure the mirrors shattering thing is happening during the Stolas Apology Tour song, but we’ll see. Gosh there’s gonna be a lot of songs this half of the season.

Millie getting a short is such a good thing for her as a character, but I also love that she’s getting an episode with Blitzo, because out of everyone at IMP, I’ve been waiting for her to be the one that Blitzo has a major breakdown in front of; seems like Ghostfuckers is going to give me my wish! I don’t think she’s gonna coddle him or be overly sweet about it, but I do think she has a way of getting through to him and handling him in a way he wouldn’t let Moxxie do and couldn’t handle Loona doing either. Tough love but sweet? Idk man. Unless this is the moment he starts getting possessed. Who knows.

I am SO CURIOUS about who is going through the movie of Blitzo’s past traumas where he ruins the lives of everyone he loves; I’ve heard speculation that it’s haunted house dude, which would match up with Blitzo having a nervous breakdown in Ghostfuckers, but I dunno.

Oh that soft Blitzo look from under the bloodstained sheet. Oh that happy smiling Stolas that I’m now more convinced is taking place in the same general episode, if not sequentially after each other like that. Blitzo goes from looking so miserable to maybe looking more hopeful. Or perhaps yearning. I’m not sure how to interpret the expression, it’s just really heart-wrenching okay. And Stolas is wearing the same outfit as he is when he’s onstage with Verosika so what even IS this episode.

The very businesslike way Stolas says “Thank you, Blitzo” before he softens up makes me think THAT is what’s gonna finish up the Full Moon argument, but it does make me wonder what on earth Blitzo says that gets Stolas acting the way he does in potentially the very next episode.

Overall it’s a well-produced trailer that I’m sure we’re all going to be dissecting frame by frame for a long time! Whee!

[nyaniikat]

Hot fucking day

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I may make a part 2 aaa

This took so long because my brain is fried from studies

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The heat from the sun was really getting to the both of you. Katsuki kept walking around wiping the pools amount of sweat coming from his body. His body being sweaty was hot to you but good god you really wanted to kill the sun today. The AC was broken so you were both waiting for the repairman to come by to fix it.

"NGAAAAHH IM GONNA GO PATROL"

"Eh? But isn't it your day off today?"

"I KNOW BUT I CAN'T FUCKING SIT STILL WITH THE DAMN SUN BEING A PIECE OF SHIT"

"Alright alright I'm coming with you though just in case you explode in some random person's face."

-

Katsuki- or well Dynamite was blasting away in the sky, you on the other hand, following him on the ground keeping an eye out for any suspicious fellows. Turns out it was a good idea for the both of you to go out for patrol, apparently, there have been some villains running and there weren't any nearby heroes around the area.

You put your hand up to your earpiece

"Dynamite! I've spotted two of the five villains from the robbery! They're heading inside a van possibly with the rest of the goods, other people might be in there so be careful!"

"Got that, you move out any civilians that are going to get in my way."

You suddenly see Dynamite zoom past you going after the van whilst you, on the other hand, moved all the nearby civilians out of the way in case the villains decide to take any as hostages. You really didn't feel like negotiating over people today but thankfully you had Dynamite on your side so the job should be done nice and quick. You watched from a distance seeing him blast the hell out of the villains, a few police cars pull up and Dynamite's sidekicks came by looking panicked

" h/n! (hero name) we are incredibly sorry for being late! we were not aware that the two of you would be out today."

"Ah no worries, your boss there just wanted to patrol since he couldn't sit still due to the heat. I'm just here to monitor him so he doesn't go nuts by himself. Go and deal with the police on our behalf please~ I need to go check on Dynamite"

"Yes sir!"

You get a text message from the repair man that they fixed the AC. Jogging over to where your lovely hot head is, you waved at him making him notice you so he started walking towards you with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Those little shits thought they could try to hit me!"

"Mhm"

"COME WE'RE GONNA GO FIND MORE GUYS TO KILL"

And before Dynamite could run off you pulled him by the back of his mask to stop him from going somewhere.

"THE FUCK LET ME GO??"

"Nu-uh mister a few beat ups is good enough for today, besides we're supposed to be on break and I do not want to be fighting Villains unless it's an emergency. Plus our AC just got fixed and I overheard the sidekicks say that a certain squad is going to come soon to assist."

"OH FUCKKK NO I DO NOT-"

"DY~NA~MITEEE~"

The both of you turned and saw Pinky skipping towards you two with the gang, before they could even get to the both of you Dynamite pulled you by the back of your shirt and started to run away in result pissing you off as you weren't a big fan being dragged.

-

Sitting on his knees and head lowered

"I'm sorry for dragging you.."

"And??"

"I'm also not sorry for saying hi to our friends"

"Please text them a sorry, it's rude to just leave like that"

A 'tch' was heard as Katsuki looked up at you, of course, you were weak for this man. I mean he is your husband after all you can't exactly get mad at him properly unless you really need to.

"Come, let's go take a shower and change into something comfortable"

Katsuki excitedly stood up with a stupid smile on his face, feeling relief that you weren't too angry at him. Grabbing your hand you both head to the showers to cool off and get all the sweat off.

-

Cuddled up on the couch, with Katsuki's beefy ass arm around you. You were giving kisses on Katsukis's neck as he played with your hair. Small moans left his lips as you softly nibbled on his neck, wanting to hear more of him you bit down hearing him moan louder. He looked down at you with a flustered look on his face.

"C-can you take care of me in the bedroom?"

"Ehhh~ why do that when the couch is a perfect place to fuck you good?"

He couldn't deny how much that turned him on, he wanted more and more. So he caved in and let you take control of him, just like how you took control of him every time he asks for you to take care of him.

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"So... Aren't you two forgetting something?" Bruno asks Rúben and Mila.

He’s managed to get the whole “Portuguese gang”, as he likes calling themselves, at Bernardo’s house to have dinner one last time before everyone goes their own way for the holidays.

"I don't know what you are talking about" Mila says, her hopes of getting away without Bruno mentioning his favourite topic of conversation, gone.

“What about you, Rúben?” he asks him.

"Nothing" he shrugs.

"Oh, c'mon" Bruno complains, rolling his eyes. "The kiss!"

"Oh, that" Mila whispers, suddenly finding a loose strand on the sofa very entertaining.

"Do we have a video?" Diogo asks.

"Nope" Rúben says.

"You haven't kissed then?"

"We have not."

"Then you must do it. Now."

"Bruno..." his wife warns him. "Let them be."

"Why? We made a deal!" he says.

"But can't you see that something has happened?" she whispers.

"They've been acting very weird since they arrived, that's true" Bernardo adds.

"Did you argue?" Diogo asks them.

"We didn't argue" Rúben replies.

"Then what happened?"

"Oh, nothing, Diogo. Just that before we left the house, Rúben couldn't resist it and he ate me out on the dining table because I apparently looked too beautiful, making the fact that now you all want us to kiss, even more awkward" Mila says to herself.

She knows they won't be happy with just a peck, they'll ask for a proper kiss. And she also knows that, if that happens, she won't be able to hold herself and they'll kiss like they always do, like they need the other to breathe.

And their friends aren’t stupid, they will definitely know something is going on. Something that, besides the fact that she isn’t able to say no to having sex with Rúben, will only put more pressure on her and on trying to figure out what the hell does she feel for him. On what she wants.

"Seriously, guys. Let it be" Bruno's wife says. "You've clearly made them uncomfortable."

"But it is just a kiss!" Bruno protests.

"Ok, fine" Mila says, grabbing Ruben's chin, making him face her and kissing him. It isn't a proper kiss, but it isn't a peck either, so hopefully that'll be enough for them. "Happy?"

"In the slightest" Bruno says, crossing his arms over his chest. "What do you think, guys?"

"I think they could do more" Diogo shrugs. "Girls?"

"I think you all are annoying as hell" his girlfriend says.

"Thank you" Mila replies.

"If we give you a proper kiss, will you finally leave us alone? Do you promise that you will stop?" Rúben asks.

"Promise" Bruno says, moving his hand to his heart.

"Promise" Diogo says, doing the same.

"Alright then" Rúben says, getting up from the sofa and offering Mila his hand.

"This is a mistake" she whispers as she gets up.

"Are you ready?" Rúben asks.

"Ready!" Bruno says, his phone on his hand.

"Then let's get this over with" he says, grabbing Mila’s face with both hands and kissing her.

At first it feels like a normal kiss, nothing different. But then his thumb brushes against her cheek, and the control Mila had, is gone. She kisses him back with more passion, with more need. And so does he. When her hands move to his chest, grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer to her, his do the same, moving from her face to her waist, pulling her even closer to him.

"Holy shit" Mila hears Bruno say when they finally break apart. Her hands are now around Rúben's neck, their eyes fixed on the other, both of them panting a bit. "You've definitely kissed like that before. Definitely."

"I'm pretty sure they've done more than kissing" Diogo chuckles. "These two are already fucking!"

"What?" Rúben and Mila say at the same time, looking at him.

"Don't look at me like that, you know it is the truth" he shrugs. "That's why you were being so awkward around each other today, because you were afraid we would notice."

"That's stupid" Mila says with a nervous laugh.

"Is it?" Diogo insists.

"Are you... Are you guys..." Bruno's wife asks. "I mean, it did look like that wasn't your first kiss."

"But it was" Mila says.

"Ha!" Diogo laughs.

"It was" she repeats.

"That's what you say. What about you, Rúben? Is it true that this is your first kiss?" Diogo asks him.

"It is, yes."

"Liars! Bruno, say something. I'm sure you don't believe them either."

"I don't know if I believe them or not, but that was the hottest kiss I have ever seen" he replies.

"Bruno!" his wife says, hitting him in the arm.

"What? Aren't you turned on? Like, not even a little bit?"

"Oh, God" Mila says, rolling her eyes. "I'm going home."

"Running away because we discovered your secret?" Diogo asks with a teasing smile.

"Fuck you, Dalot" she says, grabbing her bag and leaving.

“Mila… Mila, wait” Rúben says, following her.

“I want to be alone.”

“Let me drive you home.”

“I said I want to be alone, Rúben.”

“But…”

“Alone” she says again without looking at him, his heart shrinking a bit. “I need to be alone.”

“Will you at least text me when you make it home? Tell me that you are ok?” Rúben asks her, moving his hand to grab hers. But she avoids his touch, making the feeling on his chest almost painful.

“I will” she says, opening the door of Bernardo’s house and leaving.

[awholelotofladybug]

(Stammering Adrien AU: Chloe and Katrina getting along? Based on Fate Kaleid Liner Prisma Illya 2wei scene)

Marinette: Although Katrina is always hate and despite Chloe, she's actually being nice to Chloe this time.

Adrien: *stammers* I-I guess y-you c-could s-say t-the same w-with Chloe too! S-she's getting a-along w-with K-katrina v-very w-wells. I g-guess th-they're-

(Before Adrien could finished his sentence, both Chloe and Katrina falling into a bottomless swamp)

Marinette, Adrien, Alya and Nino: *sweatdrops*

Alya: A bottomless swamp...

(Both Chloe and Katrina's heads came out from the swamp)

Chloe: *yells* Why is there such a fatal trap in a place like this?!

Katrina: *scowls* What's the meaning of this?

Adrien: *stammers as he pulls Chloe's hand*: C-Chloe!

Marinette: *pulls Katrina's hair* Are you okay, Katrina?

Katrina: *cries* Ow, ow! Why are you pulling my hair, Marinette?!

Nino: Oh, it doesn't look you can pull them out...

Alya: Guys, with a bottomless bog like this, I believe we'll have no problems disposing of the bodies.

Plagg: *inside Adrien's bag* It's not the time to say something like this!

Marinette: Wait, I have an idea. Let's go, guys! Chloe, Katrina, stay here. We'll be back to laters.

(As Marinette, Adrien, Alya and Nino began to hiding in some trees. Chloe and Katrina cried)

Katrina: *cries* Don't leave us here!

Chloe: *cries* Where are you guys going? Come back and pull us out!

(Chloe and Katrina were fighting inside the swamp. While, the Miraculous gang began to transformed)

Chloe: *growls* Stop trying to climb up me!

Katrina: *screams* You thinks I want to climb up to your body, you stupid blonde?!

(Chloe kicked Katrina and Katrina knocked Chloe out while both of them are almost drowning)

Katrina: *growls* That hurts, you stupid blonde!

Chloe: *yells* Let go of me, you sausage-curls! You stay there, I'm getting out first!

Katrina: Why, you...

(They were almost drowning inside the swamp)

Chloe: *glares at Katrina* I won't let you get out before me!

(Five minutes later)

Chloe and Katrina *drowns but you could still see their hairs outside the swamp* Ughhhhhh...

Ladybug: Chloe! Katrina! Are you guys okay?

Marinette: I don't get it. One minute, Katrina hates Chloe's guts, the next they're practically sisters. You think something's up?

Adrien: Who knows? They s-s-s-seem to be pulling it off though. Maybe Katrina's finally...

*Suddenly, Chloe and Katrina fall into a bottomless swamp*

Marinette: Mon Dieu!

*the gang rushes over to find them*

Marinette: Chloe! Katrina! Are you guys alright?!

*Chloe and Katrina pop out of the water*

Alya: This trap seems a little too convenient. An easy place to hide bodies.

Chloe: Can we PLEASE skip the morbid observations and work towards a rescue?!

Marinette: Wait right here! We'll get help!

*the gang leaves to do just that*

Katrina: Wait! Don't leave!

Chloe: Guys! There are SNAKES and ALLIGATORS down here!!!

Katrina: Oh, this is hopeless! I knew this would backfire!

Chloe: Backfire?! Wait, you were a PART OF THIS?! You know what, don't answer. I already know. This has your deranged uncle's fingerprints all over it.

Katrina: W-What?! Wh-Who told you about my Uncle Anton?

Chloe: Katrina, your mom's maiden name is Moreau, and there are, like, four other people in Paris with that name. It took me twelve seconds on the Internet. I'm not stupid.

Katrina: *gets angry* Could've fooled me, you dumb blonde *shoves her*

Chloe: Hey! Don't you shove me! *shoves back*

Katrina: Well then you stop shoving me! *shoves back harder*

*Thus begins a fight between the two, which causes them to sink, only for a yo-yo to pull them out*

Chloe: *coughing and pulling seaweed off of herself*

Ladybug: Are you girls okay?

Chloe: *panting* I'm fine. Katrina, look, I know that... *sees that Katrina has made a run for it* Katrina!

Chat: Let her g-g-go. We'll deal with her later.

*Katrina turns down a dark alley, and pants then panics as Bogeyman (aka her uncle Anton) appears*

Katrina: Uncle, I-I-I-I can explain...

Bogeyman: Explain what?! That you jeopardized my plan because you forgot that you were only pretending to like Bourgeois?! Criminy, Katrina, you're supposed to be smarter than this!

Katrina: Hey! It was YOUR stupid idea to make some sort of dumb swamp deathtrap, and maybe a warning could have... *gets grabbed by her uncle*

Bogeyman: Are you talking back to me?

Katrina: Uh.. I-I-I-I...

Bogeyman: *eyes glowing bright red* ARE YOU TALKING BACK TO ME?!

Katrina: N-No, I'm not! I'm sorry!

Bogeyman: *softens* Look, my little dandelion, please understand, that I have long-term plans, and they're all for you. To give you what you deserve, remember? But they can only work if you do what I say.

Katrina: Yes, Uncle Anton...

Bogeyman: So follow my instructions as closely as possible, understand?

Katrina: Yes, Uncle Anton...

Bogeyman: Good girl. Now you run along and remember, this is between you and me, okay?

Katrina: Y-Yes, Uncle Anton.

*Bogeyman slips into the shadows and disappears*

[gorgeousklaystels]

All I can taste is this moment

(And all I can breathe is your life).

There he was again. Somehow Calvin fucking Harris had managed to piss Harry Styles off more times than he could count. Which was strange considering he’d only met the guy for two seconds and had one civil (ish) conversation with him. 

And he was not a fan. 

He was biased. I mean, how could he not be. On the surface level, it was hard to compete with such a great guy who was not only successful but also didn’t have a crazy, immature fanbase that gravely interfered in his personal relationships. 

And as grateful as Harry was, from where he was sitting, that seemed like a pretty killer deal. No wonder Taylor was happy with him. 

But he doesn’t know. Something about the guy rubbed him the wrong way. 

“Can we leave now, for crying out loud?” Harry said, coming back to the bar, absolutely having no energy left to deal with this whole situation.

Louis, seeing his best friend’s face, simply nodded. “Of course. But, just… hold on a second.” With that he got up and rounded up the gang. 

Harry thought about joining him, but if he was being honest with himself, the night had pretty much drained him. And he just needed a minute to himself.

Eventually, he saw Kendall in the distance again and she made his way over to him and they continued talking. 

She asked him where he went earlier and he simply told her that him and Taylor took a walk and had just started talking.

She doesn’t push it even if she doesn’t completely believe it.

—

“Jesus Christ, Louis, where in hell did you disappear to?” Harry asked, once he saw Louis stride towards him. 

“Sorry, mate. It’s just… Niall and Ed really wanted to take one last picture in the photobooth and—”

“—Without me?”

“Harry, did you honestly want to be smushed up against Taylor and her boyfriend making out for the 50th time?” He inquired, annoyed. 

That stung. A lot. 

“No. No, I really didn’t.” He said, completely serious. 

“What I thought. Alright, listen, just get in the car outside, I’ll round up the rest of the guys.” Louis said before running off. 

—-

They got to their hotel rooms that night. Niall was absolutely buzzed. Liam and Louis — slightly better — had helped Niall up the stairs after much struggle. 

Small moments like these really made Harry realize that they were one member short. He could picture the moment in front of him. Zayn and Harry silently laughing to themselves about having to drag up one of the guys. 

—

He woke up the next morning, and he could definitely feel the hangover. 

More than that, he could also remember them. And God, he hated this. He hated this constant state of misery he was in. It was downright pathetic. 

Harry got up that day, reluctantly, ready to take on the world.

Maybe not in the conventional Happy-Go-Lucky Harry fashion, but it was a start.  

—

New York. He was in New York. 

And from what he’d heard, so was she. It was like he just couldn’t escape her, even if he wanted to. 

It had been a month since the BBMAS and Harry was holding up fine. Better.

But with them, it was like a cycle, wasn’t it? Some way, somehow, he’d be getting over her and then he’d see her at an award show they were attending. 

And it’s just impossible to resist her pull. Not just as his ex girlfriend who he genuinely adores but as an artist. At what she does. It’s hard not to be pulled in. 

But that same spotlight held him back from trying to get her back or heck, even interacting with her in public. 

Harry woke up that day as he had rehearsal with the band along with a writing session too.

When he arrived at the recording studio, he saw the boys as well as the sound technicians, the producers and all. But he also spotted their manager in a not so friendly conversation with some of the guys. 

“—All I’m saying is that you should have at least talked to him about it beforehand—”

“—this is a great opportunity for the band, Louis. We can’t let it slip.”

“Yeah, but there’s no point if Harry isn’t in on the plan, is it?” Louis replied. 

He fixed the collar of his shirt and simply responded. “Well, he’s just going to have to cooperate.” 

And with that he left after a few instructions here and there. 

Harry glanced around the room, looking at Niall, Liam and Louis. They looked at him but they didn’t tell him anything. 

“Hey. Um, what was that about?” Harry asked, casually. 

“Oh. Uh. You know how Jeff is. He’s just a little harsh in his ways. But he means well.” Louis told him, patting his shoulder. 

“…okay. D’you want to get to work then?” He asked, unsure. 

“Yeah, let’s do it.” 

—

“She’s here.” He heard Louis whisper.

“Who?” Harry inquired.

“Niall, Liam, a minute?” Louis requested.

“What are you guys doing? Does this have something to do with what Jeff said?” He stood up, irritated with the weird secrecy. 

“Well—”

“—Hey, guys.” A voice interrupted. 

Not just a voice. Her. 

Taylor. 

A/N: sorry! ik this is extremely short, but i wanted to see if you guys were interested in the direction i was thinking of making this go, so i would LOVE some opinions and i promise i’ll be more active ! i’m on vacation hence the slow update <3

[passerine-writes]

Silent Sparks - Volt 74

Warnings: I guess professional tension? If that's what it is? Maybe? Word count: 4766

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts

Masterlist

Volt 73 | Volt 75

Another monday rolled around and Kirishima and I were off to Fatgum's, but we were told to go to a different place.

"Midoriya! Good morning." He said, the two of us turning to see our green haired friend walking out of the dorms. "Are you headed off to your work study, too? Cool! So are we!"

"Yeah, I finally got called in again. Feels like it's been forever." He responded cheerfully.

"Yeah, it doesn't help that Nighteye didn't give you a schedule like Fatgum did for us." I chimed in.

"Yeah. I wonder why they said not to wear our costumes though."

"Oh! Good morning, guys!" Uraraka exclaimed. "You going in today?" She asked with Tsu beside her.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, we all got called in today. Kirishima and I having the exception, but we were called to a different place. The sinking feeling in my stomach only grew when two upperclassmen were also called in. We took the same train, to the same stops. The same direction, making the same turns. The big three stood in front of the building, Mirio greeting us happily. I shared a look with Izuku. We followed the group up and we're met with dozens of heroes. My Dad being among them.

Dad, what's going on?

We're meeting about something.

Dad.

Onryo, you know I'm not allowed to disclose anything until the meeting.

I know.

I sighed and ran a hand through my curls nervously.

"Ah, ginger! How ya been!" Gran Torino asked, walking over to me. "Been staying out of trouble?"

"As much as I can, sir."

"Yeah, I saw the stunt you pulled last week boy. Can't fool me." I sheepishly smiled and nodded, my classmates soon starting to pester Dad about what this was about.

"Fat? Any news on what this is?" I asked for Kiri and I.

"This is your first meeting and debrief for a big mission. Both of you, take it easy in there, a lot of the other guys won't take you seriously cause you're first years but don't be afraid to say something, I'll have your backs." He told us seriously.

"Thanks to the information provided by all of you our investigation has progressed substantially." Nighteye started, gaining everyone's attention effortlessly. "We've invited you all here for a joint conference to share the intel we've acquired. Regarding the yakuza group Shie Hassaikai and what we believe they might be planning." My brain froze up as I took in the new information.

"I feel like I'm missing something here. The Shie H'what now?" Kiri asked.

"Bad guys planning to do bad things but they're an old timey group. So now we talk about it." I summed up quietly, watching Nighteye control the tone of the room with ease. All of us moved to a conference room and sat at a long table. Amajiki, Kiri and I lined up beside Fatgum.

"Alright, let's begin at the beginning." Bubble girl said firmly. "For the past couple of weeks now, those of us at Nighteye Agency have been conducting an investigation into Shie Hassaikai, a small but organized group of criminals."

"What prompted this?" Kesagiri Man asked.

"An accident involving a gang of thieves called the Reservoir Dogs." She confirmed.

"Yeah, I heard about that." Mr. Brave commented.

"The police thought the whole thing was an accident but there were a number of details that didn't add up, so we began tailing them.

"In my capacity as a Nighteye Agency sidekick, I began following leads to see what I could uncover." Centipeder started. As nice as they are, they still scared me because bugs. "I found that, in the past year, the members of Shie Hassaikai have had increased contact with those outside of their organization, including other groups whose business dealings are less than reputable. Their aim seemed to be expanding their organization and enriching its coffers. Shortly after our investigation began, they made contact with a member of the League of Villains. Bubaigawara Jin, villain name: Twice." My stomach dropped as a picture of a guy talking to Twice appeared on the screen. "They were wary of being tailed, so I was unable to follow them, but with the help of the police, I confirmed that an altercation had occurred between the two groups."

"That'd be about when they decided to reach out to Tsukauchi and me. Figured we'd be able to assist, given the Leagues involvement." Gran Torino added in. I felt my body relax some knowing that Tsukauchi was still in it.

"Where is Tsukauchi?" Kesagiri man asked Gran Torino.

"Follow ups with some other eye witnesses. Y'know, cop stuff." I bit my lip to conceal my laughter at the older man's dry sarcasm. "Sorry, kid." He turned to Izuku. "I didn't see something like this coming. I've got a bad feeling that things are about to get ugly."

"I don't care if they do. I wanna help." Izuku said firmly before getting side tracked with Mirio.

"You might be ready to help, but is ginger?" Rock Lock asked with his arms folded over his chest

"Excuse me?" I asked dryly.

"I'm just sayin', should you even be working this now that the League's involved? After Kamino?" He confirmed his question. Dad, Izuku, Kiri and I all shot him a glare. "The way I'm lookin at it, they have an interest in the kid. Would it be smart to bring him with us if it could derail the whole mission?"

"Would you be willing to risk an asset on a small possibility?" I asked in turn, watching his face contort in confusion.

"What's that s'pposed to mean?"

"How do you take down a villain? Or say the yakuza since they're on the topic? It's not brawn's, it's rarely wits and it's occasionally brains. 'To know your enemy, you must become your enemy.' We know how to take down villains because we know how to interpret their thought processes and break down how they work. Especially with smaller, organized groups like the yakuza. That's why we have this meeting, and gather intel and don't go in blind. From what I've heard alone and the knowledge I have about both groups, it's highly unlikely part of the League would make an appearance, let alone all of them." He simply stared at me so I continued. "The yakuza goes back hundreds of years, way before quirks were even a preconceived possibility by scientists. They're prideful and work as fluidly as they can. In the last fifty years alone they've lost more power then they ever could have predicted. They're clearly at a last stitch effort if they're contacting the League. The League is disorganized and sporadic, most of their decisions are loosely planned and menially thought out running on improvised back ups. With how small the yakuza is now, they may be desperate but they aren't ignorant in their strategies, they won't trust easy, that's why there's ranks in the system. So I'll ask again, are you willing to neglect and dismiss an asset on your side over a minute possibility?" Rock Lock stayed silent while Dad and Gran Torino sent me proud smirks. "Exactly."

"Well said, kid." Fat whispered to me.

"Go on, Bubble Girl." Nighteye redirected the topic at hand.

"So, after all that went down, we posted a notice on the HN requesting assistance."

"I think we can skip that part." Centipeder interrupted.

"What's the 'HN'?" Uraraka asked.

"Hero Network." I said gently, watching her grasp it quickly. "It's a pro's only website to tell you what they're up to and if ones near you can help on a case."

"Does anyone wanna tell me why a buncha high schools kids were invited to a conference? I don't care if they are from UA. If we have to keep stopping to explain this stuff, we'll never get to the actual plan. I think ginger here might have a reason, but I'm not too sure about the others." Rock Lock asked in his frustration.

"Don't say that! These three have important information to pass along!" Fatgum said loudly, springing out of his seat as he pointed at us. "Anyway, I see a lot of new faces, so let me introduce myself. Nice to meetcha, I'm Fatgum."

"Hassaikai's movements are hard to trace, but we suspect one of their main sources of income is illegal drug sales." Nighteye started again. "So I requested help from heroes who have some expertise in that area."

"Yup, I brought in my fair share of drug dealers back in the day, and at Red Riot's debut fight, he proved he could, too! Tamaki was shot, and the bullet contained some kinda drug I've never heard of before. One that destroys quirks." Fatgum said.

"Destroys quirks?" Kesagiri man echoed.

"Whoa, what? Tamaki, you're okay, right?" Mirio asked in concern.

"Yeah, the stuff wore off while I slept. Here, look." Amajiki said while raising a hoof. "I've got this cow hoof and everything."

"I'm glad to know the effects aren't permanent at least. So this stuff doesn't zap a quirk for good." Rock Lock said.

"No." Nighteye confirmed. "But Eraser Head has some further insight." I turned to Dad and he looked ready to no longer socialize.

"It doesn't seem to function exactly like my erasure does. Since I'm not actually attacking the quirk directly. What we call a quirk is an extraordinary addition to an ordinary human body. Those additions are collectively referred to as 'quirk genes'. I can shield those genes and temporarily block their expression, but I don't actually damage them." Dad explained.

"But after Tamaki here was shot, we brought him to the hospital, and they found that his quirk genes had sustained damage. Fortunately, they seem to have healed on their own, and he's back to normal now." Fatgum concluded.

"What do we know about the substance he was shot with?" Nighteye asked.

"Whatever it was didn't harm the rest of his body. Nothing but his quirk was impaired in any way. The guy who shot him clammed up. He won't say a word. And the round that hit Tamaki was totally spent despite Tsukare preserving it's integrity. However," Fat said proudly, "Kirishima bravely defended Tamaki and Tsukare from a bullet, which then bounced off his own body and should now provide us with a viable sample."

"Woah, I did that? Really? That's crazy!" Kirishima exclaimed.

"And when we analyzed the substance from the bullet, we discovered something that made me sick to my stomach. It contained human blood and cells." I froze at Fatgum's words. My stomach doing back flips in fear and disgust.

"In other words, that effect came from a person. From someone's power. A quirk that can destroy quirks." Ryukyu stated.

"Maybe not a quirk that destroys quirks, if that were the case it might be easier to narrow down with how niche it is. It could be on a broader spectrum that we wouldn't normally scrutinize or put under a microscope but an aspect is being weaponized." I countered.

"How do you figure?" She asked, confused on my outlook.

"Take Tsu's quirk for example, she has a frog quirk. When you hear that, your mind naturally goes to jumping, climbing and using her tongue to capture. However, she can also go invisible, it's a smaller component of her quirk that you wouldn't initially think of. Quirks are overtly complex, less common in comparison are they straight forward like we tend to think." She hummed at my viewpoint.

"Alright, I changed my mind, I like ginger, he's smart." Rock Lock chimed in.

"I'm not connecting the dots here. How is this all related to the Hassaikai?" A hero I didn't recognize asked.

"The man who shot Tamaki used an illegal drug to boost his quirk during his fight with Kirishima. The distribution channels for stuff like that are complex. Although things've shrunk since the old days, drugs still pass through various people and organizations before they finally reach the end user. There's no concrete evidence that Hassaikai handled the drug, but we know for a fact that they interacted with one of the middlemen responsible for moving it." Fatgum cleared up.

"That's all?" The hero asked again.

"The other day, Ryukyu's team broke up a fight between two villain groups." Nighteye started. "One of those groups was controlled by the intermediary organization that Fatgum just mentioned."

"One of the two giants had been given an inferior drug that didn't last long." Ryukyu said.

"There have been a rash of gang-related crimes recently, and most could be connected to the Hassaikai if you tried hard enough." Kesagiri man countered.

"Which is what it seems like you're doing: trying to make them guilty. Don't you have anything that implicates them more clearly?" The masked hero asked, I still don't know his name. A picture flashed on the screen of a man wearing a plague mask, causing Mirio and Izuku to gasp.

"Their young head, Chisaki: Quirk, Overhaul. With this power, he can disassemble things and then reassemble them. A quirk that allows him to completely break down matter. And a bullet that can break down quirks." Nighteye stated, making the duo under his wing gasp again.

"But it wasn't his DNA in the bullets? If it were, it would have come back in the quirk registry database." I commented, Nighteye giving a single nod in my direction.

"Chisaki has a daughter named Eri. There are no records or details about her birth. But when Mirio and Midoriya encountered her, they noticed there were bandages wrapped around her arms and legs." I swallowed the lump in my throat hearing Nighteye say that.

"Could he really do something so horrific?" Ryukyu asked rhetorically.

"Unfortunately, yes. In a world of super humans, if you can dream it, you can do it." Gran Torino solemnly stated. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to try and calm my erratic heart.

"Hold on, what are they talking about?" Kirishima asked with a fearful look.

"Once again, why do we have children in this meeting?" Rock Lock asked, his ire started to show. "I'll say this one time. We're wondering if this Chisaki bastard is turning his daughters body into bullets and selling them on the black market." My classmates all let out a symphony of horror.

"To be clear, we aren't certain that he's actually selling the bullets." Nighteye said. "At this point, their efficacy appears to be questionable. It's possible that they're still in the testing phase, and he's giving them out as samples to rally more people to his cause."

"So it would be safe to assume that the status of their efficacy can change at any moment? That the effect of the bullets could become permanent at any time?" I asked, knowing I had my own answer but we all needed to hear it.

"That's correct. And we have no hard evidence, but we do know he's gathering allies and funds from across the nation. If the completed drug allows him to annihilate someone's quirk entirely, imagine the devastation he could cause." I felt a chill rack my body hearing that.

"Just talking about it's enough to make my blood boil. Let's go get this monster!" Fatgum seethed with a fist clenched.

"Tch. Woulda saved us a lot of trouble if these two amateurs had just gotten the girl away from him." Rock Lock muttered under his breath, lip reading being the only thing helping me understand him.

"It's not that cut and dry and you know that." I barked at him, his head snapping towards me.

"Just cause you know a little something about how it feels doesn't mean you let your emotions ahead of you, ginger." He retorted.

"I have a cap on my emotions, don't try and lecture me in professionalism when you're the one bringing my past into it. You have no reason to be belittling high school students over something you know was out of their control. How many people were on the street? In the buildings? On the subway? In their cars? How far of a range is the cut off for his quirk? Short range? Hand to hand? Long distance? How many people would they have been endangering by acting on a whim to try and save her when in the blink of an eye they all could have died? It was a calculated risk that they didn't take and they are already visibly beating themselves up over it. They do not need your input right now." I said harshly, the room falling silent.

"Tsukare is right. Aside from that, I take full responsibility." Nighteye intervened. "The blame should not fall on them. Even without knowing the whole story, they acted to save the child, each in their own way. Midoriya was willing to bear the risk of taking her then, while Mirio chose to wait for another opportunity, when success would be more likely. I assure you, nobody in this room is more frustrated than they are."

"We'll get Eri away from him next time..." Midoriya said as the duo stood up.

"... And we'll protect her!" The cried out.

"Indeed. And that's precisely what we've come here to discuss." Nighteye said.

"Huh. You kids wanna talk big, that's fine. But if what Nighteye is saying is for real, the little girl is at the center of Hassaikai's underground drug operation. She may have managed to get away from Overhaul for a few minutes, but she got herself seen by a couple of heroes. You think he's still gonna keep her at home after that? Hell, I know I sure wouldn't. And if we go bustin' into their headquarters and she's not there, they're gonna know that we're onto them. We gotta be sure of where he's hiding her." Rock Lock piped up again.

"Now you get what I mean." I mumbled, arms crossed over my chest.

"He has a point." Ryukyu commented. "Do you have a plan for that, Nighteye?"

"That's our conundrum. Since we don't currently know how far they've taken their plans, the success of our initial strike is crucial. To that end, we've made a thorough list of groups with connections to Hassaikai, as well as properties owned by the organization. This is our starting point. I would like you all to investigate each coordinate on this map. It is the most logical way to narrow down our targets." Nighteye finally elaborated.

"So that's why you asked minor heroes like us to join you." A flashier man said sullenly.

"What do you mean?" The masked hero from earlier asked.

"Heroes in the top ten, hell even the top fifty would likely bring too much attention. It would be too flashy and too obvious, not to mention, all the heroes in here operate in at least one of those locations. It wouldn't raise any attention if they saw a hero walking by them, especially if they moved locations while they're training work study students. Ryukyu being the only exception because of where she is posted and the fact that she's training. Added bonus, you all know the areas better than most, so it cuts back on time looking for abnormal behavior." I said while looking at the map closely.

"Okay, Fat where'd you find this kid? What is he, a wikipedia or something? How the hell does he know all this stuff?" Rock Lock finally asked, everyone's attention diverted to me with a curious look.

"I have an IQ of 148 and retain information fairly well. As well as growing up in a hero family and admiring the profession like most kids do. If a hero is repeatedly spotted in an area, it's a safe assumption to make that they're frequently stationed there or that's where their agency is. Anything else?" I asked sarcastically, watching him buffer with the information.

"Are you up for this?" He asked.

"And that means?"

"Do any of us have to worry about you having a breakdown out there? We all saw the news cover last week and we all know what happened in Kamino, what I'm gettin' at is, do we have to worry about you loosin' your head when this goes down?" The room sat, waiting for an answer, seemingly intrigued at this question until Nighteye broke the silence.

"Can we stop getting side tracked?" He asked loudly.

"I for one, didn't expect someone who worked with All Might for so long to be such a careful planner." Fatgum redirected the conversation back to where we left off. "Let's just go bring 'em down! While we're takin' our sweet time, that abused girls out there crying somewhere." He bellowed.

"We can't do this like All Might would." Nighteye stated. "That's why we must be meticulous about our strategies and predictions from the outset. So we have the highest chance of saving her."

'Finally, someone else who's making sense.' I thought to myself.

"He's right. We shouldn't rush." Gran Torino said, supporting Nighteye. "If we show our hand and then don't end up rescuing her, then we'd just be throwing gas on a fire. Like how Stains capture was a beacon that led criminals to seek out and join the League. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if they handed out quirk-destroying weapons to those hoodlums in order to increase their recruitment."

"You're thinkin' too dang much. If we keep sitting here yappin' about it, we're never gonna get anything done!" Fat yelled, ready to dive in head first.

"Excuse me. I've got a question." Dad said while raising his hand. "I don't know the specifics of your quirk, Nighteye. Feel free to correct. But from what I've heard of it, your quirk, Foresight allows you to see into the future. So why not use it on us. That's logical, right?"

"I'm sorry. But I cannot." Nighteye said solemnly. "My Foresight has some limitations. I need a full 24 hours between activations. That means I get one person, and then I'm spent for the rest of the day. Additionally, the future is played in my mind like a flashback. Think of it like viewing a filmstrip. For one hour, I have the power to watch a persons life as a movie. The issue is, everything I see is from a tight perspective on the person in question. This severely limits my capacity to interpret context."

"That should still provide more than enough information to be useful, don't you think? And it doesn't explain why you can't do it." Dad countered.

"What if I saw imminent death in your near future. Worse... What if it were a cruel, merciless demise? My quirk should be employed only after we've confirmed the highest likelihood of success. Then it can help ensure our victory. It shouldn't be relied upon when there are still too many uncertainties."

"Woah, woah, woah hold up. Death is still information. If we know what's comin', we can figure out how to survive." Rock Lock tried to flip the tables.

"You don't understand. It's possible what I see is unavoidable." Nighteye almost pleaded.

"Bro, that's the only excuse you have, for real? Oh, hell no, just use it on me now! I'll show you I can beat death." Rock Lock jeered.

"That's not what this is about. Don't act like you can outrun death, we understand you wanna be the macho man here and all, but death is unavoidable. It's an inevitable outcome for everyone in this room. Including yourself. You're not exempt from a devastating outcome like everyone else because you hold yourself on that pedestal." Rock Lock simply crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes.

"We should get started." Ryukyu sighed. "There's a child in trouble. That's what's important here."

"We must confirm the girl's location and take her into our protection as quickly as possible using the most accurate data. I'm counting on your help. All of you." Nighteye said, finally closing the meeting. We all stood up, the majority of the pro's staying behind to talk, so all of us students went into a hall with a small table.

I couldn't understand what Izuku was saying due to my hearing aids being dead, but I still rubbed his back comfortingly. We all did our best to console the two sunshine friends. A majority of my friends turned, so I did as well to see Dad walking out of the elevator.

"Is this a funeral or something?" He asked and I bit back my laugh. Someone must have called him Mr. Aizawa, given his response. "Ah. Call me Eraser Head outside of school. You know, it's just my luck. Before you got involved in this, I was going to recommend your work studies be suspended." Despite my hearing aids being out, I could still hear some noises of surprised, the majority of my friends baffled. I turned and saw Kirishima standing before turning back to Dad. "You were listening when he said the League of Villains is involved, right? That changes things." I lightly nodded, jaw clenching to bite my tongue. “Don’t get too worked up about this. The big three are one thing, they’re strong enough to hold their own out there with the pro’s. But the rest of you will be minimally involved. Asui, Uraraka, Kirishima, Onryo. You didn’t volunteer for this, and you’re not obligated to participate. It’s your call.” He said calmly.

“Mr. A- I mean, Eraserhead. After everything that we just heard, I can’t imagine not helping out, sir!” Uraraka exclaimed. Tsu followed with something I didn’t catch.

“The heroes asked you to be in the meeting. I don’t think they would’ve wanted you guys to be there if they didn’t recognize your abilities. I mean, I’ve seen for myself that a first year can shine much brighter than me.” Tamaki said, others joining in on the sentiment of us helping her.

"Here's the deal. Midoriya... You still haven't proven I can trust you again. Unfortunately, I'm positive that if I try to stop you now, you'll do something reckless and attempt to take things into your own hands." Dad crouched beside me and in front of my best friend. "So, I'll watch you. If you're going to see this through, you gotta do it the right way. Use your head." He gave an awkward but gentle fist bump to his chest. "Ya hear me? Problem child?" Izuku nodded and held off his tears. "I'll only say this once in case it gives you a little peace of mind. Just because you didn't hold onto her this time, doesn't mean you didn't give Eri hope. So keep looking forward." I gave him a pat on the back and stood up, walking around to stretch my legs and distract my thoughts but instead I bumped into someone leaving the elevator. I looked up to find Rock Lock standing there.

"You got an answer for me ginger?" I shot him a glare and let out a harsh breath.

"What's it matter to you?" I asked, shoving my hands in my pockets.

"I wanna know that I can rely on you if things go south, you heard me back there, we all saw and there's a lot of questions going around and you keep avoiding them."

"I'm saying this one time and one time only, you're worrying over nothing. I'm more than capable of separating my emotions from a situation when it calls for it. Can you?" He took a step closer, arms crossed over his chest.

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you seem to be projecting an awful lot, so can you separate your emotions from work? I don't get what your problem is, back there you said that you were okay with me having your back and now you're switching up again. So do I have to worry about you backing me if the time comes?" He went to say something but looked behind me, a hand grabbing my shoulder as Dad stood between us.

"That's enough. Both of you. Rock Lock, I understand the experience you hold, but there's no need for you to try and go against a child. Onryo, we will talk about this later." I took a deep breath and nodded once before stepping back.

We're talking later.

I know.

[asoulofatlantis]

I think Randy shows very much how difficult it is to switch from a life as a Jaeger, to a life as a good human with a conscience and a strong moral compass. Its been years for Randy at this point and yet, he still struggles with how his strength, the strength that gave him the name "red reaper", is sometimes seemingly useless or at least not enough when he tries to protect the people he loves and cares about. The difficulty to understand how he was once strong enough to kill people and destroy villages without any problem and yet, when he want to do good, and protect people and places instead of destroying them, this strength isn't enough. We have seen through the Trails-Saga that former Jaegers or even former Gang-Members have unlike skills to them that can benefit them in battle when they use them for good, but not being on the bad side anymore comes with the prize of not being ruthless anymore. If the only way to protect your friend is to throw someone else into the line of fire or kill someone with your very own hands - which is something most Jaegers would do - then your moral compass will stop you and you will find that strength alone isn't enough, not when you are on the good side. And I believe it is very hard to deal with that when you once have been unbeatable and no one could stand in your way. I think Randy is especially prone to feeling this... helpless and frustrated about this helplessness, because his journey as a jager ended when his own stupidity was partly to blame for losing a friend...

I have to say it again, how proud I am of how far Lloyd has become since the Crossbell-Saga and how much more I like him these days. All he has been through has changed him truly for the better and makes it so that he finally truly feels like the best leader the SSS could have. Seeing through Randys state and giving him this amazing and honest pep-talk was a wonderful example of just how much Lloyd has grown as a person, a leader and also a friend. And it was wonderful to be able to watch this growth happen over time.

They are amazing! Why do they not have an S-Rank yet? They surely have the skill, the power and the experience to freaking deserve it!

Seems like Estelle has turned the tables on Randys favorite joke XD

And since we are both idiots why don't we promote you from "former Colleague" to "my wife"? Sounds about right, right? XD (DAMN RIGHT!)

How the freaking heck did I fuck up the order so badly? I planned to finish Rufus route first, because that one sucks in this chapter but somehow I ended up finishing Reans and then Lloyds first and I do not know why at all ^^'

Uh... okay? Not sure why we lose access to the corridor, but whatever...

Yeah, thank you for looking after my only child, man that killed my best friend with a shot in the head from behind like a cold blooded murderer... *achem*

Are they cute or what?

I did not get much off all that unnecessary bullshit when I played this game with the spreadsheet and it seems like I am still lost here. So... I hope this conversation end a little bit quicker here, seeing how many lines from the whole game a quite different from the ones from the Spreadsheet...

The kind heart of a murderer.... geez Falcom. I get you want to show us that EVERYONE deserves a second chance and that not everyone who does bad things is bad or stays bad forever and blah, blah, blah... but this is just ridiculous. Guy was an innocent man, a good police officer, the only family member Lloyd had in Crossbell and he was about to get married to the love of his life too. And Ian killed him. And not even in a fair fight. He shot him in the head from behind, without warning. That is even worse than what Rufus did with Lianne. How can you straight out let anyone say that he is a kind hearted men?

But he totally pretended not to be XD It was all "They are fine" and "They are capable" and "I know they are alright" but this was merely him trying to convince himself at the end of the day. Our Rean Bean is still a worrywart, he just hides it way better than in the past XD

Yes, lets do that before your pretty little Girlfriend here gets a panic attack...

[vinamari]

hii can I request reader passing out from exhaustion in a toman meeting? take care!

Exhaustion

Type: Platonic, reader and Toman members are seen as friends

Warning(s): Little to no angst & passing out

Reader: Gender Neutral

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Y/n had been drained for the beyond couple of days, staying aware of classes to going to Toman gatherings and fights against rivaling gangs. It's a hard undertaking to stay aware of particularly while your turning out to be Mentally emptied while having migraines out of time to time. You really wanted refreshed, no you needed rest anyway you needed to drive yourself alert due to this gathering grabbing hold, especially since it was significant, examining the following fight Toman would confront. Your vision felt dim, your eyes were bewildered with dark spots gradually assuming control over them before you had finally fallen, the main thing you recollect was arms rapidly folding over you.

Tiredness

Your eyes slowly opened, the first thing you noticed was that you were laying down on a concrete. As your vision adjusted you realized where you are, it was the shrine, it didn't look like any of the Toman members were here as they'd usually host meetings at the Musashi Shrine. Your head throbbed, making you wince a little. You slowly moved your hand up to your temple but paused, feeling something wet. You furrowed your brows confusedly, looking down at your hands. There was water droplets. Feeling the water run down the side of your forehead which caused you to sit up. Looking around you couldn't see anything due to your vision being filled with black spots, the feeling of a wet cloth sliding off your forehead down into your lap made you stay alert on what was happening. The last thing your remember was being at the meeting for the next fight and losing consciousness. That's probably why you can't find anyone here but you don't know where else to go. Maybe they're not here.

Taking a deep breath, you stood up, careful not to make too much noise. Making your way around the area you heard footsteps coming towards you causing you to take a step back and hide behind the structure of the shrine. The person rounded the corner and you saw who it was. The person stopped, seeing someone behind him. The person looked taller than the person in front of them. Isn't that...Mikey and Draken? What are they still doing here? "Ken-chin, do you think they're awake yet?" The blonde spoke while eating taiyaki, "They should be", a voice interrupted from behind them. "Oi, Mitsuya what's with the eavesdropping?", laughed Draken gesturing towards the captain. "Anyways", Mitsuya said, "They should be awake, during the meeting they seemed pretty exhausted". You peeked out from your hiding spot. "Y/n! Are you alright? You seem really pale",exclaimed Mikey, stepping closer to you while eating the snack in his hand. His voice sounded so genuine and he sounded very concerned for you, you found yourself calming down. Draken looked down at you with a raised brow before sighing, "Why'd you come to the meeting knowing you could possibly pass out", he muttered while turning away. "Yeah, I know, but we have to discuss plans for the upcoming battle and-"

You heard foot steps coming towards your guy's direction only to reveal a tall black haired male along side a blonde, Baji and Chifuyu. "Glad to know you two came here as well", Mitsuya called out to them, "Did the dumbass finally wake up", Baji asked snickering. "They've been awake apparently", Draken gestured towards you.

You sighed, letting out a small smile, "I'm sorry you guys had to deal with all that for nothing", you mumbled. They shrugged, "Hey, hey, we're just glad you're alright", said Chifuyu giving you a reassuring smile. "Well if we're done talking about y/n how about we get to planning?" Mitsuya turned around and began walking in the direction of the crowd. "Ah right", Mikey nodded following after Mitsuya. The other three followed behind. You trailed close behind, not wanting to be left alone.

The four men walked back to position and settled themselves in front of their divisions across from each other, above was Mikey sitting down as Draken stood next to him. You stood in between Baji and Chifuyu, leaning against Baji.

"You really had us worried, even the others dropped by to check up on you", said Chifuyu. You smiled, "Sorry, I wasn't really expecting you to pass out like that..." You trailed off, "Next time stay home and rest", Mikey replied calling down to you from above.

You chuckled softly, "Alright, alright", you gave the other two men an apologetic smile, trying to ignore the growing pain in your head.

After the meeting ended, everyone except for leader & vice commander along with captains & vice captains were left.

"Is it getting worse?", Chifuyu asked quietly. You shook your head, "No, it's fine now", you replied in a hushed tone. "Are you sure?" Mitsuya asked, concern laced in his voice. "I swear it's nothing, promise", you smiled. "Alright then", he said with a nod. "Chifuyu and I'll drop you off at your house, since you don't look capable of doing that yourself", Baji said peering at you. You smiled nodding, "Thanks, guys, and thank you for worrying about me."

"We worry about each other, after all in Toman we consider each other family", Draken explained, as Mikey placed his arm around you. The others nodded in agreement, “Besides by the looks of it even Pah-chin felt worried”, Mikey said glancing at Pah, “Shut up”, huffed Pah looking away irritated. Feeling a light tap on your shoulder you turned to face Sanzu, in his hand was a bottle of water which he pushed towards you. Bowing your head lightly towards him before letting out a small ‘thanks’ you take a sip of the water, nodding back at you before returning back along side his captain. “Seriously don’t worry us like that”, Pah huffed out again. Letting out a simultaneous laughter with the others before catching a breath to say ‘okay’. What would you do without these idiots?

‘Good thing I persuaded Mikey and Draken to go check on y/n, or else the incident might have happened’, another blonde thought while standing next to Draken glancing at you.

[hotwings0203]

Guys I’m having another Bakugo brainrot

Tw: bullying, noncon, nonconsensual peeping, manipulation

Remember that one episode of MHA where the class goes to the sauna and M*neta tries to check da girls out over the wall?

Imagine the same scenario, but years later when they’re all older

The class wanted a reunion, just to relax and blow off some steam

You’re with the girls, and you all lay back in the hot water reminiscing about the older days when everyone was still getting the hang of their own quirks

Mina brings up this exact same scene but years ago.

“Ohmigosh, do you guys remember the last time we came in our first year here and Mineta totally tried to get a peek at us?”

“Ugh, I hope Iida is keeping a good hold on him right now,” Ochacko giggles, kicking her feet up to rest on a rock

You hum in agreement, tilting your head back to rest against the wooden wall separating you and the boys.

As it was, Uraraka was almost spot on with her hopes. Except, Iida and Tokoyami were out getting refreshments for the rest of the boys, leaving the remaining group to their own plot.

Which was lead by Mineta, of course, who had the brilliant idea to spy on the girls, just like they almost did years back.

“Guys, come on, please they’re right there!” He practically salivates, wildly gesturing to the tall wooden wall in front of them.

Most of them shift uncomfortably and groan about him being a creep as usual, but the rest stay silent.

Mineta takes their lack of outright refusal as fuel to keep blabbering.

“Look, we almost got away with it back then-“

“-You mean you got away with it, we didn’t do shit. And you didn’t exactly get off scot-free, Kota completely demolished your attempts and you landed ass down on Four-Eyes’ face,” Bakugo drawls, leaning his head backwards and looking up at the obsidian sky. The boys laugh, remembering the ridiculous event.

The night is cool, the stars littering the inky atmosphere take the pressure off of Bakugo’s lungs. For weeks now they’ve been training like dogs, battling each other and even minor villains for extra practice of their quirks. This trip was supposed to be a leisure getaway, not a free porno.

But the grape-headed perv is insistent, scoffing and waving the blond’s quip off like some annoying fly.

“You know, there’s something in it for you too, Bakugo. I’ve seen the way you look at Y/N.”

This causes a murmur and a couple of light beers towards the blond, who in turn snarls and ignites his hand to quell the commotion. All of them had an inkling that Katsuki Bakugo had finally set his sights on some poor girl, and that was you. It was such a rare sight to see his face flush slightly when you walked past him, the way he stuttered over his words a bit when you two would be conversing amongst the same group, and best of all, when they would see how he would excuse himself to the bathroom or locker room occasionally when your hero suit would tear in certain places after battles.

“Shut the fuck up 3’2, unlike you I don’t need to ogle at those brain dead bimbos.”

“Oh? I didn’t realize you thought of Y/N as a ‘brain dead bimbo’, Bakugo, I’ll be sure to let her know how you feel” Mineta grinned maliciously, and the boys ‘oooo’ed at the jab.

Bakugo’s voice caught in his throat.

“You wouldn’t,” he growled, rising slightly out of the water.

“I already know you’ll kill me afterwards, but I’m prepared for the repercussions if you don’t help...cooperate here,” Grapehead inspected a cuticle and feigned a yawn.

“Come on Bakugo, it’s not like it’s gonna hurt anyone! Well keep this to ourselves,” Denki chimed in a little too eagerly.

“Yeah, I mean, we’re only asking for your and everyone’s support so that we can focus better on training y’know? A little fun never killed anyone.” Sero threw his arm over Kirishima’s shoulder, who blushed at the whole ordeal but kept silent all the while.

Katsuki looked around. Slowly, others were starting to really listen in and look interested at the outcome of Mineta’s plan. Surely a little peeping wouldn’t be too bad would it? And plus, it was only a one time thing.

Shoto was faring the same way as Kirishima, quiet and maybe embarrassed at what they were planning on doing, but no outright refusal. Even Deku had a weird longing glint in his eye, the same kind he would get when he used to fawn over All Might.

He thought about it for a minute more, a chance to see you, naked, honest, and pure, splashing around with your friends as you let your femininity dangle as it pleased.

“Do whatever the hell you want. I’m not taking blame if the bird and glasses come back, though.”

Hushed cheers and excited murmurs erupt from around the spring, and they huddle together to form a plan.

A couple minutes later, the boys were grouping around the wooden panels. Todoroki had burned a hole into the soft wood, and sero had used his transparent tape to cover it up so that the girls couldn’t see it from their side.

And there they were, completely bare, hair flowing, curves showing, voices mature and high pitched giggles emanating from around the water and bank.

Bakugo seeks you out immediately after the hole is made, shoving his way through the crowded bodies much to the amusement of others. But he doesn’t care, all he wants at the moment is to see you in your most honest element.

He doesn’t have to look long, because you’re right there, you’re right in front of them, only a few meters away. Your back is facing them, but the sight of your smooth, naked back and the round curve of your ass squishing against the rocks underneath you is enough to make Bakugo’s cock bob painfully above the water. It’s not too hard to hide his erection since the boys’s attention is elsewhere at the moment.

Your hair is open, and he wants nothing more than to feel it in his hands, run his fingers though your scalp and pull so hard that your neck is snapped back, he wants to know what kind of noises you’ll make for him, would you sound shrill and high pitched or would you wail and bellow for him to let go?

They can hear the girls talking amongst themselves, the hole in the wall makes their voices more audible and clear.

“Quit playing coy, Jirou, we know you’ve got your eye on someone,” Hagakure’s body is nowhere to be found as usual, but her chipper voice rings out from the middle of the hot spring.

Jirou is a few feet away from where you sit, her body also being shown for everyone to see. Bakugo glances at Kaminari to confirm his suspicion, but gags and quickly looks away when he gets an eyeful of his friends’ erect cock.

Not that Bakugo himself has room to talk, though.

“I mean, not really, it’s not a big deal.” The ravenette shifts and hides her head from the rest of girls’ cooing.

“Uh huh, sure. You’re not fooling anyone Kiyoka, I’ve seen the way you look at Denki. You two can’t keep your eyes off each other, it’s cute,” you purr, and Bakugo holds himself back from shoving the other guys out of the way just so that he can hear your voice the best.

Squeals and sounds of splashing fill the air, and Sero and Kirishima whisper excitedly and clap their red-faced friend on the back. Denki can’t keep the 50K watt smile off his face, and even Bakugo grunts and knocks shoulders with him, letting him know that he was happy for the human charger.

But then Jirou claps back with her own snarky observation, and the boys fall hush at the new revelation.

“Alright, you wanna talk about ogling Y/N? Then tell me, how’s Deku doing?”

“Or Bakugo, too,” Mina adds slyly, and now all the girls’ attention, as well as the boys’, is on you.

Bakugo felt like he had whiplash. He would’ve been elated, on Cloud 9 even to hear that maybe you had something for him too, had shitty Deku’s name not have been thrown in there too.

And he looks around wildly for the green haired freak, the freckles dusted across the expanse of his face even more prominent from the deep blush quickly forming, his scarred hands holding the sides of his face shaking in awe and gleeful shock.

But the rest of the boys aren’t as oblivious to how Bakugo seethes at his rival’s joy, from the way the water gets hotter from his quirk sparking underneath the rippling waves. Kirishima scoots closer to his friend and gently lays a hand on his shoulder as if to say, calm down, man. Not right now.

And so the hothead leaves it for the time being, opting to hear your response.

“I-it’s really nothing, they’re both just good classmates like the rest of the guys,” and although your back is turned to them, it doesn’t take a genius to know that you’re embarrassed too, your leg skittishly bouncing in front of you is making your ass jiggle from the back, much to the delight of the salivating boys.

Bakugo wants to spill blood when he suddenly realizes your body is being shown for the rest of these dogs to see

The girls start teasing you, your splutters being drowned out by their playful accusations.

“Come on L/N, whose cuter?”

“Dont act all coy now, I know how nervous you get when you’re all close to Bakugo. I mean I don’t blame you, have you seen his muscles? He could crush someone’s head with those things!”

“Yeah, but have you seen the way she giggles when Deku starts his mumbling tangents? That’s a classic crush right there.”

Bakugo is getting desperate to hear your answer now, some of the boys have left, feeling like they had their full of excitement for the night. They saw some tits and ass, heard some gossip, end of story.

The only ones remaining were Bakugo and his gang, as well as IcyHot and Shitty Deku.

Shitty Deku, who seemed equally eager to hear your response.

It pissed him off that he wasn’t getting the message to fuck off, even after all the growling and death stares he was receiving from his childhood friend.

But he guesses after a lifetime of dealing with it, it doesn’t scare Deku as much as it does anymore.

Maybe he’ll have to amp it up, later

“W-well I mean both of them have their own respective...flaws and strengths I guess..sometimes Deku can be kinda hard to talk to ‘cuz he’s so shy, but Bakugo can be a real jerk at times, too.”

You trail off, and Bakugo scoffs to himself. Him? Flaws? Those two words didn’t go well in one sentence together, but nonetheless he continues to listen. He wouldn’t refute the notion of him being an asshole, he wasnt that delusional.

“And yeah, I mean Bakugo definitely intimidates me sometimes with how aggressive he can be, but Deku is definitely getting up there in terms of physical prowess. But in terms of who I like, I’d have to say-“

“Midoriya! Bakugo! What are you two doing over there?”

Iidas voice booms across the water, and all 6 of the boys jump back, startled at the intrusion.

“No, wait-“ Bakugo hisses, clawing his way towards the hole to hear the rest of what you had to say, but Sero and Todoroki shove him back and patch the hole up with fire and tape, shutting off your confession.

Deku waves his arms around wildly, stammering some excuse of dropping his towel in the spot where they all were sheepishly gathered. They eventually waded their way over to where Tokoyami had set the drinks down, but the blond was shaking with hot rage despite the cool refreshment that was shoved into his hand by a wary Kirishima.

“Don’t sweat it dude, it’s not like her and Midoriya are gonna da-“

“Finish that sentence and I’ll blast both your and his head off,” he glowers at the redhead, shorting a dark look to where an all-too-happy Deku was chatting with Todoroki, as if they hadn’t been drooling over their naked classmates merely a couple minutes ago.

Kirishima backs off with raised hands in surrender, leaving Katsuki to mull over the situation by himself.

You couldn’t seriously be interested in that green haired freak, right? I mean he could barely talk to a girl without tripping over his own damn tongue, for fucks sake.

Not that he was any better himself. He failed to acknowledge the times where you had merely asked him for an extra pencil, when he snapped at you for being such a fuckin’ dumbass that you couldn’t even remember to bring your own shit. He had done that out of pure impulse, but he regretted it the moment he saw your face fall, his heart clenching at the sight

He’d have to show you that he was the better option, regardless of if you wanted it or not.

And so when they had all gotten out of the water and gotten ready for food, Bakugo already knew what he had to do.

You were all eating outside in the camp pavilion, each at their own separate tables. He was sitting with the boys, all of them joking around and throwing food at each other while he was staring you down.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off you. How could you expect him to, after he had seen half of you bare already? It was sinful almost, the way you were completely in the dark about what he had seen and heard, while he himself was fantasizing about what you looked like and felt like on the front.

So when Deku came by your table, no doubt also having the same conversation of the springs in mind, wanting to get closer to you, Bakugo felt his sanity snap.

The fork he held in his hand started melting in his ignited hand, steam curling from his palm. He watched as the green-eyed fuck made successful shitty attempts to make you laugh, his eyes trained on where you gently laid a hand on his shoulder after something he said that made you throw your head back and howl with glee.

“Hey man, your fork-!” Kaminari yelped, pointing at the disfigured mess of metal in his friend’s steaming hand.

“Huh?” Bakugo was pulled out of his irate daze, and he quickly dropped the fork when he saw what he unconsciously did.

They all looked at him for an uneasy minute after noticing the expression on his face, no doubt understanding he was furious about being compared to Deku once again in front of you.

“Look, Bakugo, don’t really take what Y/N said to heart. We don’t know who she actually likes, and Midoriya’s just her friend...” but Sero trails off hesitantly after glancing in your direction, seeing Deku’s dreamy expression as your hand still continues to rest on his shoulder.

“Just let her come to you, yeah? You don’t wanna force anything on her, that’ll make her really uncomfortable-“

-“Shut the fuck up Shitty Hair, and mind your own damn business,” Bakugo interjects, abruptly unscrewing his drink and standing up, unable to lose you to some broccoli- headed bug-eyed fuck.

He stiffly walks across the pavilion to where you two sit, and feigns a swig from his bottle. Your focus is still on Deku, so you don’t notice him approach until he comes up behind you two and ‘trip’s, falling forward and strategically spilling the liquid all over Deku’s back and your front.

You squeal as your blouse is drenched, and Deku shoots up from his seat to grab some napkins while searching for the perpetrator.

“What the- Kacchan?”

“Oops.”

Bewildered, you look at the two while dabbing the wet splotches on your shirt, Mina and Tsu jumping into action to help you.

The boys exchange a weird look, and although Bakugo gave his version of an apology, he doesn’t look very sorry. In fact, if you saw it right he looked almost...smug? With a bit of anger?

Deku wasn’t any easier to understand either. His voice was lilted as usual while he grabbed napkins, but his gaze never left his childhood friends’ and his eyes weren’t exactly the big doe-eyes you had grown fond of.

They were darkened, and narrowed as they bored into Bakugo’s eyes. Neither one of them was looking away from each other, and there was a weird tension in the air that everyone could sense.

But you couldn’t focus on that right now, you had to go and wash up.

“I gotta change and maybe take a shower, I can feel it sticking to my skin,” you scrunch your nose in disgust and tell Mina as you stand to leave. Deku offers to walk you, but you wave him off kindly.

As you pass by Bakugo, you can feel his eyes rove up and down your body, very obviously staring at the way your white shirt clings to your chest from the liquid, sending chills up your spine.

But he doesn’t come after you, not yet.

It’s only after everyone has finished up from their dinner and headed off to bed almost 20 minutes later that the showers finally, finally warm up enough for you to dip a hesitant toe in.

Curse the old pipes.

*******

He watches you from the dark, the only light you’re provided with is the dim emergency light from the rusty bulb, the camp counselors having been shut the facility’s lights off merely a half hour ago. But you were stubborn in waiting for the water to warm up so you were left alone in the showers, shifting uncomfortably in your sticky wet clothes.

And then miraculously you get up for the umpteenth time to check the temperature of the water, and it’s finally deemed appropriate for you when you sigh in relief and start taking your shoes off.

He hides in the door partition, his cock hardening slowly as he thinks of you alone with just him and his mercy. You were going to pay for almost breaking his heart and prancing around with stupid fucking Deku instead.

But asides from his rage, he still liked you, a lot. He wanted you to want him as much as he wanted you, so he decided to try and attempt to make your first time with him as gentle and as special as he could in the dirty cabin showers.

Bakugo waits with bated breath for the right moment, and the second your hands grip the end of your shirt to pull it up, he slowly emerges from the dark.

“You know, I’m glad you came here alone, at night. It’s almost like you wanted this.”

You jump violently at the low voice coming from seemingly nowhere, and you wildly look around for the source until you see him...coming at you slow from the inky abyss of the room, like a predator stalking his prey.

His figure seems to loom even larger than he actually is, the shadows of his tall body bouncing off the walls and grazing over the top of your head. He seems to be in no rush, taking his time with his hands in his pockets, eyes flashing dangerously at you as he stalks forward until he’s backed you up against the deteriorating wall, chest to chest with you.

“W-what the hell, Bakugo,” you stammer nervously. “This is the girls room, you can’t be here-“

And the hand you raise to push him away is caught in his calloused ones, your other wrist is quickly seized as well and slammed above your head. You cry out in pain and try kicking out, but he wedges a bulky knee in between your thigh and shoves his face mere millimeters away from yours, a mean leer adorning his normally-attractive face.

“What, I can’t be here? And here I was thinking that you almost liked me. But oh, I forgot, Deku’s your favorite, right?” The grip on your wrist tigthens and his leg flexes from in between your thighs.

You squirm and sob, about to ask what the hell he was talking about-

Oh.

Oh no.

He sees the understanding pass over your face, and he laughs cruelly at the horror that comes with it.

“You heard me? How?”

“Not just heard. I saw you, too.”

He lets his eyes drop from your neck, to your chest, and then to the juncture between your legs which was being massaged by his knee.

Tears well up in your eyes as you realize he was watching you this entire evening in the springs. How he got away with it, you didn’t want to even know.

“I saw your hair open for the first time, and not in that stupid hairdo you always do for school.”

He trails his hand softly up the sides of your body and up your neck until he reaches his big hand into your scalp. You whimper and gasp as he laces his fingers through your locks, seeming to caress you but then harshly yanking your head back so you had no choice but to look at him head on.

“I saw your ass pressed up against the rocks, and I wished it was up against my cock instead.”

He removes his hand from your hair and snakes it down to your bottom, kneading and slapping it lightly. You writhe even harder now, too scared to make a noise in case he hurts you even worse, just wanting him to get the hell off of you.

“But I didn’t see the front of you. I imagined what you would look like with tears streaming down your face while I was stuffing you full of me”

He plays with the edge of your shirt, a dark look in his eye as he plays with you. You try to budge your hands but to now avail, only serving in annoying him and shoving his knee up further into your crotch. The pressure on your clit is immense, and your legs start shaking as you’re forced to be suspended almost midair on his knee.

“Take this off,” he says softly, the rasp catching in his voice.

“Bakugo, please. You don’t have to do this, I swear I won’t tell anyone-“

“You think I’m worried about if you’ll tell anyone? Hah! I already know you won’t, wanna know why?”

He leans in, inhaling the scent of your hair and grazing his nose along the side of your neck. You force yourself to breath in and out, feeling an impending heart attack.

“‘Cause if you do, I’ll make sure to fuck you in front of everyone, especially on Deku’s broken body.”

And then you can’t stop them, the tears fall from your body shaking in pure fear at his threat.

You knew he wouldn’t actually do something like that, but hearing it snarled in your ear so softly made you believe it all the same, the power he held while you were fucked, literally and metaphorically.

“Now I’m not gonna ask you again. Take this shit off before I burn it, bitch.”

You don’t want to piss him off further, so with trembling hands you lift the edge of your sticky uniform and start to pull it off, but he stops you with a frustrated grunt.

“Slowly. I wanna savor this while no ones here.”

You bite your lip and suppress a scream as you do what he says.

And oh, does he ever savor it. The shirt clings deliciously to your breasts, and he licks his lips as it ruffles up and over your head. Your skin is perspiring from the humid air, a sheen of sweat lightly decorating your collarbones. Bakugo can’t hold himself back any longer, and you yelp when he comes at you suddenly.

He lunges at your face and pins your arms down by your side again as his lips mesh against yours, his kiss filled with clacking teeth and a thrashing tongue against your lips. The knee you’re straddling is bouncing lightly up and down, jostling you on it and causing your cunt to pulsate with heat.

You let out a distressed moan, and he swallows it greedily, using the advantage of your open mouth to delve deeper into your wet cavern. You open bleary eyes and flinch when you find his already wide open, staring back into unforgiving vermillion orbs.

He pulls back slightly, panting. “I bet Deku didn’t get this kind of treatment, huh? It’s all for me right?”

You don’t know if he’s genuinely asking you or just being insane, so you don’t answer him. Fortunately and unfortunately for you, he doesn’t care for your response, rather more focusing on dragging you by your neck towards the hot showers.

You slip and stumble as he shoves you in a stall, gaining your balance only too late when he turns and locks the door.

“Look, I’m sorry okay? I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, just forget you saw or heard anything at the springs, it was just girl talk, stupid stuff that didn’t mean anything-“

“-even if it didn’t mean anything to you I’ll make sure you believe what you’ll feel after I fuck you senseless.”

And with that, he tugs off his clothes and licks his lips at the sight of you cowering against the wall, naked and oh so vulnerable.

He slowly shifts towards you, pressing his body flush against your trembling one. You can feel the outline of his erection on your thigh, and you swallow at how big it is.

“I don’t wanna have to close your mouth or restrain you when I’m balls deep in that tight cunt. So don’t do anything stupid and this’ll be a whole lot easier for you.”

He reaches a hand down and lightly strokes your labia, relishing in how you whimper and jerk against him, but don’t dare try to stop his hand.

Smart girl

Another hand finds its way to your tits, tugging and pulling at your hardened nipples. You gasp and arch into his touch, slowly coming undone from his ministrations. He humps against your leg like a teenage kid, grunting while he does so.

His mouth is attacking yours once again, but now you’re too tired from the constant surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins to even move your head. You just let him play with your body, your heart, your soul.

“I think the princess is wet enough for me now,” he leers at you when he pulls his fingers away, scissoring his digits to show the strings of wetness he pulled from your pussy.

You squeal and grab onto his chiseled arms as he suddenly hikes his hands underneath your upper thighs and picks you up, forcing your legs to wrap around his middle for support.

He slams you against the wall, the water cascading down your head is making your hair stick to your face, and in a strange and sudden show of intimacy Bakugo softly moves your locks away from your eyes. Your gazes lock, yours desperate and tear filled while his scarlet hues show no signs of mercy, but rather a strange predatory hunger.

Your arms scrabble behind his head and on his shoulders for balance as he slowly sinks you down on his length. You hiss and throw your head back at the sensation of being filled, and he eats it up.

He watches the way your mouth opens, your eyes widen, as every sinful sound your body can make escapes you.

As if he needed more of an ego boost

You wail as the last inches are sucked into your dripping hole, and he lets out a mean breathy laugh.

“Fuck, you really were ready huh? I should’ve taken you weeks ago, little slut.”

Your brows furrow and you try to turn your face away but he snatches your chin in a hardened grip.

“Uh-uh, none of that shit. You were doing so well, don’t turn away from me now.”

He slowly starts to roll his hips minutely into yours, not exactly thrusting but enough movement to make your cunt flutter and throb.

“What do you want me to say? You got what you wanted!” You whisper to him, more tears falling down freely down your cheeks.

He can’t help himself, he groans and surges forward to lick the salty rivers up, gripping your ass tightly when you flinch.

“Tell me you love me. Tell me how much you want me, how much better I am than that green-haired bastard and I won’t shove it up your ass.”

You can feel his abdomen clench and shake from the effort he’s making not to completely batter your cervix so you give in quickly, afraid of what he’s like when his thin strands of self restraint snap.

“I...I love you Bakugo. I really want y-ooh!”

The last bit of your sentence is choked off as he lifts you up all the way to his tip and slams your hips down his length. You gasp and weave your hands through his hair for support, your legs violently shaking at the pain.

He grunts and starts really giving it to you, setting a fast pace as he bounces you on his cock. Your head is bobbing around, you’re fairly certain there’s drool coming down your lips but you can’t find it in you to care as he fucks you into oblivion.

After a couple of more painful thrusts he pushes you against the wall and removes your hands from his hair, holding them above your head against the wall. You’re trapped with your upper half plastered against the dingy tile while your lower half is wrapped his dick.

Your cunt swallowing him down is the only leverage you have, so your whole body weight presses down on his shaft. He moans loudly at the pressure on his tip, your gooey hot walls clamping around him from every angle and you yourself can’t help it when your eyes roll back at the sensation.

He rocks his hips up, and up you go as well, whining and clawing at the wall behind you, desperately grappling onto your sanity as well. Your tits bounce with each thrust, and his glinting eyes take perverse joy in their obscene movements.

Bakugo starts moving in earnst now, deeming the slow strokes enough prep for you. He batters your womb, reaching places not even your fingers could access, making you go cross eyed.

He sees this and snickers at your pathetic state.

“Fuck yeah you little whore. You’re gonna learn no one else can satisfy this slutty pussy like I can.”

You give him nothing but a choked gasp in response. You head moves like a bobblehead, you can’t even see clearly from the water cascading into your eyes. He’s just a towering blob of ashy blond hair and large muscles.

His hips start stuttering in their rhythm, drawing to a close from his contrasting pounding minutes earlier. Your nails rake over his forearms, holding on for dear life as he pants and groans into your ear like an animal. His dick spasms inside you for a second or two, and then Bakugo suddenly holds you tight against him, wet bodies pressed against each other as he cums.

He lets out a loud moan as you whine into his shoulder at the sensation of his hot seed filling you up. You’re held against his heaving chest for a moment of two, the both of you catching your breath until he slowly backs up and lets you slip to the ground.

It’s suddenly very quiet, the sound of the shower is drowned out by the ringing in your head. You’re shaking, shock overcoming your abused body as you refuse to look at him.

But he won’t have any of that. He steps forward, and you flinch yet again, scrambling backwards to put very necessary space between him and you.

“You got what you wanted. Please leave, I won’t say anything to anyone.” You breath out shakily.

He’s silent for a moment before you hear him chuckle. His low chuckles grow louder and more derisive, he’s booming with sinister laughter and you snap your head up in horror at him.

“You think this is done?”

He crouches to your level suddenly, elbows on his knees as he cocks his head at you, eyeing your naked body that he so recently claimed as his. His gaze travels down to where his cum seeps from between your legs, and you quickly cross your limbs over to prevent him from seeing the lewd sight.

“You’re mine now, Y/N. I already told you, you’re not gonna be talking to Deku, or any other guy apart from me. You think they’ll even want you when they find out how you loved being fucked in the dirty showers? Everyone’s gonna call you a slut, nothing else.”

“No, that’s not true you-“

He crawls to you, and it’s so mesmerizingly terrifying to see a man of his build crawl to you like some deranged humanoid that you shut up, words caught in your throat.

“Shut the fuck up.” He says softly. “You’re my bitch now, and you’ll do whatever the fuck I say, when I say it.”

Bakugo might’ve felt a little bad to see the girl he liked so scared of him all because of his doing, but the way you trembled and crossed your legs like the stupid, helpless little girl that you were erased every hesitancy from his mind.

He grabbed your cheeks and smushed them together, paying no mind to the pleas and whimpers you let out in retaliation.

Licking a long stripe up your neck, you shivered when he growled, “now clean up and be outside in 10 minutes, you’re sleeping in my bunk tonight. The guys are all asleep so we’ll just take an empty room in the cabin.”

He released you and stood back up, grabbing a towel for himself along the way. Drying his hair off, his back was turned to you as he started picking his clothes up too.

You just sat there in a daze, wondering what the hell just happened.

“Oh, and Y/N?” He was dressed, and he was at the door now.

“If you think about doing anything stupid or take longer than 10 minutes, I’ll come back in and get you personally. And I’ll make sure that we stay here for the rest of the night, just in case you like your little time alone that I’m giving you too much.”

[griim]

‘Well, this has probably ruined any chance of helping her to the fullest.’ Shrugging, the woman kept quiet, allowing the silence to speak louder than any words the blonde could say. Knowing that if there was any trust, not that she suspected there was any, to begin with, it was gone now. Gemma assumed that outright saying, ‘Hey, I kill people for fun and cash,’ was not the best way to have people trust you. Eyes glancing around the room, she sighs, “Hey, I know what I just said seems weird… But in a city like this, your best bet is to have someone like me on your side. I know it’s hard to believe, but I am not a bad guy here, not all the time.” It was how people might see her, not that she cared, but she did what she did to survive and take out those who would do worse. She stopped gang wars from taking place. Eyes roll. Who was she kidding? The woman probably didn’t believe a damn thing that came from her mouth.

“Yeah, I know what it’s like to be caught in the crossfire and over your head. Believe it or not, I’ve been there before.” Gemma smiled, “And, no, it wasn’t due to my career path… Well, at least not this career path.” Chuckling, she gathered that the woman had been here before, maybe not THIS deep, but she’s been through it. Not enough to get used to it, though… “Seems like you know a thing or two about being in this position. You do this for fun, or do you have horrible luck?” A smirk tugged at her lips. If they were going to be here a while. Gemma wanted to get to know the other. At least enough to know if this woman was worth saving, hell who was she kidding? Gemma was going to save her.

Noticing the face she had gotten from the request for names, Gemma raised her hands in surrender. It seemed like that was a sore spot. Either these people were close to her, like r e a l close, or she had been burned by someone she trusted. ‘Or it could be I told her I kill people… That probably didn’t help Gem.’ The woman thought to herself, figuring if Karen wanted to tell her, she’d tell Gemma on her own time. No use trying to force it and make this harder than it needed to be. Hearing where the bag was left, she nodded, “Thanks…” Just as she walked over to the bag, Gemma overheard a man speaking loudly. Quickly, she walked over to the window, crouching down, she listened to the conversation.

‘Yeah, they are up in the building. We know what floor. We are watin’ ‘em out. They gotta come out sometime, and there is another problem, sir. The woman has someone with her, trained, it seems. Took out five of our guys without breaking- I know you do not like failure, sir. I know, we won’t let them escape. What do you want us to do with the pair? Bring ‘em in? Alright, boss…’

Lucky them, they get to be kept alive, “Lucky us…” Gemma turns to Karen, a smirk on her face. “You ruffled enough feathers that the boss wants to speak to you. Just how long have you been at this? ‘Cause I have not seen anyone get a meeting with a boss… Most don’t want to get their hands dirty and deal with a simple reporter or investigator… Whichever one you are. Making her way to the bag, she began to sift through all the junk within it, skimming through papers for anything that might help her understand what she waltzed in on. “Look, Karen, I am not going to fucking force you to tell me anything. However, I’m gonna be blunt with you. Paranoia isn’t what we need right now, especially if the boss wants your head. Alive. Meaning you got a lot worse things comin’ to you.”

Her face paled at the sight of the name. It stuck out like a sore fucking thumb, ‘Christian Harding’. Stopping, she turned to look at her, “I need you to tell me everything you know about Christian Harding. What did you find? Is he in Hell’s Kitchen?”

Walking over to the woman, “Also, if you don’t want your friends hurt… Warn them, call them, or text them. This trafficking and drug shit, it’s big to these guys, and when you fuck with that… They fuck with you and everything you love and even remotely care about. Don’t tell me their names. I don’t give a shit, Karen, I don’t, but you don’t want their blood on your hands, do you? So, either we work out how to stop them and fast, starting with Christian Harding. Or you contact your people and tell them to keep their heads down and watch their backs. I’m telling this as someone who is trying to help you.”

@survivorofhellskitchen

Cerulean hues glance towards the floor when the woman admits to what she does- and a sense to who she is. Suddenly the blonde felt no safer than she had just minutes before, but she knew that right now there was no other choice but to stay- for her own safety. She swallows thickly when the woman brings up her distaste for vigilantes, and while there are plenty of thoughts with an urge to differ from that sentiment, Karen refrains. No need to upset a self admitted assassin who was, as of right now, was willing to help her get out of this alive.

"Thanks," Karen mutters back, fingers tracing over the glass to try and calm herself a little bit more. Her eyes close for a moment as the woman keeps talking, the adrenaline slowly starting to decrease and the beginning of what would surely be a raging headache, began to creep in- that and the want to do whatever possible to take that, and every other pain and fear, away.

Brows crease when the woman mentions wanting names, her stomach turning a bit at the thought. She didn't trust her, not even a little bit, but this, once again, was her only opportunity right now. But even if Karen was putting the smallest amount of hope, and hell sure- trust, in this woman to save her, she did not trust her with giving her names. Matt and Foggy....they'd be alright. Nelson and Murdock was falling apart, if not in shambles already. Ellison was already known by some, and could be easily traced to her through the Bulletin, but he knew how to keep himself out of harms way too.

She's stay silent for a moment, waging the argument in her mind, until the woman's next question brings her out of it. Slowly Karen nods towards the bag she'd set down on the other side of the couch. "It's over there..." She lets the woman go get it as her hands pull through her hair.

The blonde is quiet for a few more minutes before shaking her head. "I...I can't give you their names. I can't. I'm only really speaking to one a-and even that is different. No one that I'm close to knows what I've been up to. My boss- h-he knows I was looking into the tunnels and trafficking of drugs, but he doesn't know the full extent of what I have. The only other two people in my life...t-they don't know any of it. Even if they did, there's no way I could get them to leave the city, especially the one...a-and I can't get ahold of him even if I wanted to. They're not involved, and I don't want them to be. They can't be. I...I won't give you their names."

[suspiciousbystander]

Being ghosted by somebody (X) and how VP Agents react (when they have a crush on you).

Cypher: will definitely comfort you first then will make compilations of horrible things X did behind you so you will feel like X was a bad guy and you were lucky that you're not in relationship with X. Footage of X actually hanging out in bars with many girls in his arms, footage of X getting into love hotels with multiple girls, literally everything! Then he smoothly compares himself to X and how he's better than X. He doesn't need to deal with X because he believes in karma, and what X did was horrible that even hell won't be enough for X.

"it's alright if you wanna cry. Beside, my door's open for you. What do you need, hm? Oh, is it cold? Let me help you with that,"

He'll take off his coat and cover you with that then he'll hug you close, warming you up. He won't say anything and just caress your hair, waiting for you to cry it out.

Chamber: secretly pays somebody to deal with X. You feel like X disappeared completely and you're a bit sad because you still have a little bit of love for X. Chamber will walk in, pretending as if he just knew the news about you and comforts you. He'll offer to pay somebody (or Cypher) to look for X (which is actually gone because of Chamber himself). Since he's not very bonded with the VP, he'll talk his way out to Brimstone so he could skip some missions and spend his time with you. He's a smooth talker and whatever he says, he'll please your ears and heart. You'll heal in no time and maybe something in your heart might bloom, and it's for him.

"ah, that smile! It's been long since I see that pure smile. Thanks for this treat, I'm happy to see you like this. See? I can be your company whenever you need and I've never left you, right? And I will NEVER leave you, you can keep my words"

Yoru: "huh? He did WHAT to you? Can you like, repeat that? Oh, this might be sudden but I gotta go. I'll come back to you once I'm done, you can continue the story, okay?"

Then he'll proceed to look for X and give them a bit of a "lesson". He'll come back as promised and you might smell a little bit of blood coming from him.

"yes, I was on uh.. another gang fight. But as you can see, I'm alright. YOU. We need to focus on YOU. You know what mistake you did? Choosing him,"

And you kinda expect him to speak harshly to you and blame you for everything, not this. He's being unexpectedly kind and caring and you can sense how worried he is. He won't take it as a chance to slip himself into your life, no. He'll slowly support you and he solely wants to help you recover. If you finally see him as a significant other, that's a bonus for him and he'll gladly take your hand.

Omen: He'll "ghost" X for you. X will definitely experience everything he couldn't imagine. Paranoia, nightmare, nearsighted, deafened and Omen can do more than that but for you, no violence, he'll spare him. Omen then will help you recover and lead you into a better version of yourself. Omen wants X to see you and regret his decision on dumping you. You'll look more beautiful, happier and that's all thanks to Omen's support. On top of that, by the time X saw the successful you, Omen will be the one standing next to you.

"don't you think it's satisfying to see his defeated face? Too bad his types are.. caterpillars, not butterflies"

[davidpastrsnack]

it’s crazy what you’ll do for a friend - nolan patrick

a/n: here’s a friends to lovers 4+1 with our fav boy loosely inspired by daddy issues by the neighbourhood. but there’s still a splash of smut because you know me lol. hope you enjoy :)

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The first time you met Nolan you didn’t know what to think. He was polite, giving you a gentle smile and reaching out to shake your hand, but you couldn’t help but fixate on how quiet he was and his seeming lack of emotion.

Regardless of your hesitation, that was the first time of many that Nolan took care of you. 

You were new to Philadelphia, moving to continue your education and expand your horizons. You had always been one to play it safe, to stay in your comfort zone, but after having your heart broken and being unexpectedly accepted to one of the top graduate programs in your field you knew it was time to challenge yourself and leave behind everything you had ever known.

Well, almost everything, aside from Aubrey, one of your best friends since that first day of kindergarten so long ago. She worked in the city, practically begging you to join her when she found out you were considering the move. Just weeks later, the second bedroom in her apartment became yours and that’s how you met him.

~

one

It was only your third night in Philly and you were still unpacking, a glass of wine sitting on your dresser as you dug through the remaining boxes that were seemingly never-ending. It didn’t seem like this much stuff when you were packing it, but here you were overwhelmed with all of your belongings.

You were humming along to the music, taking it one box at a time as the room slowly came together when you heard a knock on your door.

“Come in,” you called, turning to face the door.

“Woah,” Aubrey muttered, “How’s it going in here?”

“I know, I know,” you laughed, “It looks bad but I’m almost there.”

She nodded, stepping into the room and sitting on your bed, “Time for a break?”

You knew what the hopeful smile on her face meant, she had plans for the two of you.

You looked at her with hesitant eyes and she chuckled, remembering how well you knew her.

“I was thinking we could go meet some of my friends?” Aubrey continued, “I’m kind of seeing this one guy and his friends are great. They’re a lot but I think you’ll love them and they’ll love you.”

“Aubrey, I-” You paused, “I really should finish up in here.”

“Come on, Y/N, we have all day tomorrow to finish and you need a break. I feel like I’ve barely even seen you and it’s been three days.”

You let out a laugh at her words, she was right. It felt like your life had been on hold for so long but now you had the opportunity to start fresh, to put yourself out there in a world that had no existing opinions of you.

“Fine,” you groaned, standing up from your spot on the hardwood, “But you have to help me find something to wear.”

“Deal!” Aubrey exclaimed, dragging you out of the room and into her own to go through her closet.

Just over an hour later, you were squeezed into a booth of the bar surrounded by men almost twice your size. Aubrey failed to mention that the guy she was seeing, but not dating as she vehemently claimed, was a Flyer and so were his friends.

You didn’t know what to expect from the group, but it didn’t take long for you to conclude that they were sweethearts, especially Travis, Aubrey’s “friend.” After introducing you to each of them, it felt like you had always been a part of the gang.

The beer and conversation were flowing, the bellowing laughs coming from the table practically feeling the air of the entire bar. You quickly fell into the banter, fitting in right away after growing up with brothers.

“There he is!” You suddenly heard Kevin shout from next to you, “Took you long enough, Patty.”

You looked up from your drink to see the man you could only assume to be Patty, his tall frame towering over you as you sat on the edge of the booth. He was dressed in all black, and his hair was long and frankly, unkempt as it curled around his ears. Even in the dim light of the bar, you could make out his light eyes, the blue piercing you as he finally met your gaze from his seat directly across from yours.

“Nolan, this is my friend Y/N,” Aubrey started, “She just moved in with me.”

Nolan reached out his hand across the table which you happily met, secretly hoping he couldn’t feel how clammy you had gotten since he walked in. He softly smiled as your hands touched, the corners of his mouth barely lifting but just enough.

“Nice to meet you,” he mumbled.

“You too,” you replied, flickering your eyes to the other end of the table before you caught yourself staring.

You were right away distracted by something Travis was chirping Claude for from this morning’s practice, but something about the man sitting just a few feet away from you was still consuming your thoughts.

You were pretty sure he had already decided that he didn’t like you. He had barely said a word aside from his initial pleasantries, but from then on it was almost like he wasn’t even acknowledging your presence. You didn’t know why you even cared, but there was something about his presence that made you on edge.

“I’m going to get another one,” you blurted out, everyone’s attention shifting to you.

“I’ll come with,” Aubrey declared.

“I’m good, stay,” you responded, giving her a knowing look. She was practically sitting in Travis’s lap, her hands wrapped around his neck while his eyes were stuck on her like she was the only one in the room. Not dating, my ass, you thought to yourself.

You slid off the cushion and headed towards the bar, the air already feeling lighter the further away from the group you got. You loved them, they were great, but it was just so much new at once. You needed a breather.

It was a packed Friday night and you knew it would be a while before you got your drink, so you sat down on the first available stool you saw. You caught the bartender's attention right away, but she was clearly swamped. You sent her a reassuring nod, telling her to take her time. She smiled right back at you, evidently grateful for your patience.

After what felt like barely a minute of waiting, you felt a body slide next to yours, the scent of cheap cologne overwhelming you as you braced yourself for what was about to happen.

“Hi there,” he spoke, leaning his weight against the bar top as he boxed you in.

“Hi,” you sighed. To put it simply, you were not in the mood.

“You got a name?”

“I do,” you chuckled in disbelief, turning your body away from his as your eyes scanned the room for anyone familiar. Which of course there wasn’t.

“A snappy one, alright,” he spoke, his hot breath fanning over your neck, “Well I’m Brett, what are you drinking?”

“Nothing,” you snapped.

“Oh c’mon, let me buy you a drink,” he continued, either not picking up on your hints or purposely ignoring them.

“I’m really all set.”

Just before he was about to open his mouth to speak once again, you felt his hand rest flat against your back, your body arching away from him immediately at the contact.

“Do not fucking touch her.”

The deep voice echoed in front of you, your vision clouded as your mind raced in a million directions.

“Listen, man, I got this.”

“No, I don’t think you do,” you heard, the vibrations of his voice running straight through your body.

Nolan.

You may have just met him, but that was a body and voice you couldn’t forget.

You had no idea what overcame you, but before you could process what you were doing you wrapped your arms around his torso. Nolan immediately reciprocated, his arm falling across your shoulders and pulling you close to his frame.  

“Just leave,” Nolan asserted, “Don’t make this more difficult than it has to be. It’s already embarrassing enough that you can’t take no for an answer.”

Your body relaxed against his, Nolan’s words calming your worst fears right away. From your vantage point, you assumed Nolan easily had at least six inches and thirty pounds on him. That seemed to be enough for him, backing away with a faulty glare and disappearing into the crowd.

“Nolan, I-” you stuttered, not knowing what to say, “Thank you,” you finally got out, your voice barely loud enough to hear over the hum of voices.

“Don’t mention it,” he muttered, his aura still cold.

You were so caught up in the shock of the moment that you hadn’t realized you were still holding each other, and right away you dropped your arm from his waist. Nolan did the same, awkwardly moving to sit on the stool next to you and flag the bartender.

You missed the warmth of his body right away, the spicy scent of his skin in stark contrast to the Axe you could only assume the other one was wearing. You swore you could still feel the ripple of his abs beneath his t-shirt on your fingertips. It was silent for a minute, both of you trying to come up with the right words.

“I really can’t thank you enough. Let me buy this round,” you pleaded, your eyes locking with his.

“Y/N,” Nolan started, your face flushing as your name fell from his lips, “I’m buying.”

You smiled up at him, nodding before looking back down in hopes of hiding the flush you felt creeping up your neck and onto your cheeks.

“Can I be honest, Nolan?” You questioned.

“Shoot.”

“Do you not like me? Did I do something? I wasn’t expecting that from you of all people-” you rambled until Nolan cut you off.

“First of all, I would have done that even if I hated you. But no, I like you, Y/N. A friend of a friend of TK’s is a friend of mine.”

You laughed at the last part before you could even process the first. Nolan’s cheeks went red, clearly embarrassed at his cliché phrasing but it didn’t matter how badly he made a fool of himself as long as you were smiling. The way your eyes scrunched and your nose turned up while you laughed was enough to make him forget the day he had.

Your laughter was interrupted by your drinks, the woman leaving you with a knowing smile before she turned away. Nolan and you both stood up ready to head back to the table before he stopped you.

“Friends?” He asked, putting his hand out in front of himself.

“Friends,” you agreed with a grin, shaking his hand before walking back to the group together.

~

two

You dreaded first days.

No matter how old you got, the anxiety of walking into an unfamiliar room full of unfamiliar faces never lessened. But you were ready, you reminded yourself, putting your head up and walking to the classroom like you had been there a hundred times before.

By the time you were walking out after the 90 minutes were up, your heart was pounding and you could feel the tears pricking the back of your eyes as you ran out of the building, not even bothering to introduce yourself to anyone.

The walk from the university back to your apartment was a blur. You couldn’t believe you had made such a poor first impression. You thought you were prepared, you had your notebook ready and all the right textbooks in order, but you somehow missed that there was an assignment due on the very first day.

As you rushed through the busy streets of the city, dodging people left and right, your mind raced back to that room.

“Ms. Y/L/N, can you please give your thoughts on the first case study?” Your professor questioned, intently watching you as your panic set in.

Your heart began to race and your palms sweat as you struggled to find the words to say that you hadn’t done the reading. This had never happened to you before, you were an A+ student for your entire life, almost unhealthily so. You couldn’t remember the last time you had missed an assignment, it just wasn’t something you did.

“Alright, then. Anyone else who actually checked the syllabus have something to say?”

Your professor's words were stuck in your head, playing over and over again when you finally reached your building. Now that you were so close to being in the comfort of your own space you could feel your wheels spinning, the stress and emotion overtaking your body.

Your hands shook as you tried to unlock the door, your body pushing through the threshold when you finally got it open.

“Aubrey?” You called as you walked through the hallway. She had known you for so long and always knew what to do to calm you down. But instead of Aubrey’s bright voice welcoming you back, you were met with silence.

“Where are you?” You muttered under your breath, your voice shaking as the tears threatened to spill over any second. As you turned the corner into the living room, you found three bodies spread across the couch, none of whom belonged to Aubrey.

“Oh,” you sputtered out, surprised to see Travis, Kevin, and Nolan watching a game.

“Y/N!” Travis called out, his infectious smile almost making your tight-lipped frown fade, “Aubrey just ran out for something but she should be back soon.”

You could feel Nolan’s gaze burning into you. You did your best to avoid his eye contact in hopes of hiding your current state from him. He had been nothing but kind to you, but you still felt so exposed standing in front of him, suddenly insecure about your outfit.

“I’m just going to go,” you whispered, pointing down the hall to your room. You felt horrible just ignoring them like that, but you knew you didn’t have it in you to keep up with them right now.

Your bag fell out of your hands almost instantly as soon as the door to your room clicked shut, the sound of your laptop hitting the hardwood floor making you cringe. You collapsed on your bed face first, the emotion you had been holding back for what felt like forever overwhelming you. Your body wracked in sobs as you replayed your embarrassment in a seemingly endless loop.

Nolan knew something was wrong the second he saw you. He may have only met you just a few days ago, but after growing up with two sisters he recognized the signs right away. He had no idea what was wrong, but he did know that you were barely holding it together.

Your head snapped up when you heard a series of soft knocks on your door, “Aubrey?” You asked, your voice rising with hope.

“No, uh, it’s Nolan.”

Your face fell when you heard his deep voice through the wood. You barely knew Nolan, he couldn’t see you like this. You paused for a moment wondering if he would just leave if you didn’t respond, but you could see his shadow through the bottom crack of your door, his feet were planted and didn’t show any signs of moving any time soon.

You silently groaned and picked yourself up, not even bothering to look in the mirror before opening the door because you knew it was not going to a pretty sight regardless. You hastily wiped underneath your eyes, the black of your mascara flaking right off your tear-stained skin. This wasn’t exactly how you wanted the new boy in your life to see you right after meeting you, but you just were friends, right?

“What, Nolan?” You sighed when you finally opened the door.

You didn’t mean to be so stark, but it just came out. His presence overwhelmed you just like it had at the bar a few nights ago. He was leaning against the door frame with his hands tucked into the pockets of his sweatpants. The backward hat resting atop his head flattered him perfectly, drawing attention to the tufts of his brown hair curling around his ears and neck.

Nolan stood up straight as soon as he saw you, his eyes softening when his suspicions were confirmed: you had been crying.

“I just wanted to check on you,” he mumbled, his eyes never leaving your own.

The tension in your shoulders released as you looked up at him. He didn’t say anything else, just tilting his head down towards you as he continued to scan your face for any signs of how you were feeling. You couldn’t pinpoint it, but there was something about Nolan that made you feel so safe, so secure, like as long as you were with him you could avoid your demons.

“I’m fine,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

“No you’re not,” Nolan rebutted, raising his eyebrows as if he was challenging you to lie to him again.

You didn’t say anything, but rather you moved your body to the side and ushered him into your room. Nolan happily obliged, awkwardly standing as he took in his surroundings. Your room was just as he expected, it was minimal, just like his. You didn’t like clutter, everything had a place. It was one way you tried to control the chaos that was your life.

“You can sit,” you spoke, breaking the silence.

Nolan nodded and sat next to you at the foot of the bed. You couldn’t help but let your eyes trail along his leg, the way his thighs stretched the fabric of his sweatpants making your cheeks flush.

“It was my first day at this new program I’m in and it didn’t go well, that’s all,” you finally sputtered out, staring down at your lap as your hands fidgeted. “I’ve never been good at first impressions,” you added, a gentle laugh escaping your lip as you thought back to your first time meeting Nolan.

“Listen, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad,” Nolan encouraged, “You seem like a pretty great person.”

You scoffed at his attempt to make you feel better, your emotions creeping their way back into your head.

“It was-” you paused, using every fiber within your being to try not to lose it in front of him, “It was bad.”

“C’mere,” Nolan whispered, turning on the bed to face you more and opening his arms, practically begging for your embrace.

You shook your head, closing your eyes as the fresh tears started burning. You were so selective in who you exposed your most vulnerable state to, and you barely knew Nolan. But despite this, you felt such an instant connection with him, and if his overt kindness was any indication, he felt the same way.

You let your final guard down, leaning back and curling into Nolan’s frame. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight against him as one hand moved up to your head to rub soft circles into your hair.

“Go ahead and cry,” he hummed, his body gently rocking you back and forth.

You melted at his touch, your head nuzzling into the crook of his neck, the muted orange of his Flyers hoodie the last thing you saw before your eyes shut in sobs. His scent was overwhelming, the mix of his body wash and the leftover cologne lingering on his hoodie flooding your senses. You felt as if you disappeared in his grasp, like the world around you vanished and nothing else mattered.

You didn’t even know how much time had passed, but Nolan didn’t move an inch. He held you like it was the only thing he had to do all day. Once the tears stopped falling and your breathing steadied, you pulled back, instantly flooded with embarrassment.

“Wow,” you chuckled, wiping your cheeks, “I am so sorry, Nolan, I don’t know what happened I just-”

“Don’t,” he interrupted, “We’re friends, remember?” He teased, the corners of his mouth lifting in a gentle smile as he bumped your shoulder.

“Yeah,” you laughed.

“I think we were planning on grabbing some food,” Nolan mumbled, his hand scratching the back of his neck as he spoke, “If you want to come.”

“Oh, I don’t know.”

“Come on, you’re coming. If I have to put up with those two out there so do you.”

You rolled your eyes, but it was the least you could do after what he had just done for you.

“Give me five minutes to look less dead.”

Nolan smiled as you agreed, slipping out of the room so you could change and freshen up.

“What the fuck was that?” Nolan was bombarded by Kevin as he sat back down.

“Nothing,” Nolan mumbled, not in the mood to be questioned about things he didn’t even know the answer to.

“She let you go in there?” Aubrey asked, just having gotten back.

“Yes?” He responded, confused by her question.

Aubrey didn’t bother getting into it and changed the subject instead, but inside she was scheming. She knew you, how closed off you were, but here you were opening up to Nolan like you’ve known him for years. Nothing made Aubrey happier than watching this friendship bloom, and she couldn’t help but wonder if there was potential for more.

~

three

Team galas usually didn’t bother Nolan, it was part of the job, but tonight it was the last place he wanted to be. His tux felt too tight, the stuffy conversation with potential sponsors was putting him to sleep, and his date was, to be frank, insufferable.

Nolan had no problem going to an event without a plus one, he and TK were usually the two single guys spending their time causing trouble, but now that Aubrey was in the picture Kevin had decided he had seen enough. So, despite Nolan begging him to leave him alone, Kevin set him up with one of his friends from Boston.

She was just as Kevin described, beautiful and smart, but that was about all. Nolan was calm and reserved, at least until he was comfortable with someone, but she was the complete opposite. Her personality filled the entire room and although he admired her confidence, Nolan was exhausted. He felt like he couldn’t be himself, like he had to work to match her energy.

After what felt like hours of entertaining her and Kevin, Nolan made his escape to the bar. It was the first moment to himself he had, the relief immediately flooding him as he leaned against the counter. He titled his glass to the bartender, silently requesting a refill when he felt his phone buzzing in the pocket of his suit pants.

Nolan begrudgingly pulled the phone, wondering who it could possibly be. The entire team was with him and it was unlike his family to call him on a Saturday night. But when he saw your name flashing across the screen, his whole demeanor shifted.

“Nolan!” He heard you exclaim, your voice like a breath of fresh air.

“Y/N?” He questioned. You had never called him out of the blue like this before. Nolan nodded to the bartender thanking him before taking his drink and walking out to the empty hallway so he could hear you better. “Everything okay?”

It wasn’t really. You had just come back home from a date, one Aubrey practically forced you to go on. You pleaded to her that you were fine, that you weren’t ready to start dating in the city yet, but regardless, you found yourself sitting across from one of her coworkers at a restaurant downtown.

There was nothing wrong with him, he was nice, but it was evident to you before your drinks were even ordered that this wasn’t going to work. You pushed through the meal, putting on your best fake smile and pretending to laugh at his forced humor. You politely declined his offer to walk you home, instead opting to get an Uber so you could get out of your dress as soon as possible.

Now you were home, your sweats on and hair up with a glass of wine in your hand. The glass quickly turned into almost the entire bottle, drowning your sorrows of another failed date with your favorite red. That’s when you made the mistake of picking up your phone, your fingers scrolling through your contacts until you found the one name you knew would be able to distract you.

“I’m great. I mean I’m not, but it’s fine,” you rambled, your words slurred as you spoke.

For once it was you mumbling and not Nolan. He didn’t know what, but his gut was telling him that something was wrong, he could practically smell the alcohol on your tongue through the phone. After a long pause of trying to figure out what to say, his thoughts were interrupted.

“Come over?” You whispered, “I’m so sick of being alone.”

Nolan’s heart dropped at your words, his eyes blinking shut as he pondered his next move. His eyes scanned the ballroom, finally landing on his date. She was sitting at their table, Nolan’s empty seat sticking out like a sore thumb, laughing at whatever story of his college days Kevin was regurgitating. He would feel like an ass if he just left, and he would be lying if he said the prospect of an easy lay hadn’t crossed his mind tonight, but you were more important.

“Give me twenty.”

-

Since calling Nolan you had migrated from your bed to the couch, a blanket sprawled across your body while you laid horizontal. The only light in the room was from the TV as one of your comfort movies played. You were barely paying attention, instead zoning out and staring at the lit-up city around you from the window.

Your mindless thoughts were interrupted by a series of knocks on the door. You threw the blanket off of your body and stood up, slowly dragging your feet across the hardwood as you made your way. But you were nowhere near prepared for what you saw as soon as you opened the door.

Nolan towered over you in the door frame. He was wearing a suit, the soft, grey fabric clinging to his thighs and shoulders perfectly. His long hair was slicked back and tucked behind his ears. The scent of his cologne overwhelmed you instantly, the warm aroma making you want to melt into him. One hand was resting in his pant pocket, while the other was carrying a take-out bag from one of your favorite spots.

“Hi,” Nolan quietly muttered, breaking the silence.

His deep voice broke the trance you were in, and that’s when the realization hit you.

“I completely forgot you guys had that thing tonight,” you blurted, the alcohol in your bloodstream clogging your train of thought, “I am so sorry. You have to go back, I feel horrible.”

Your hands came up to your face, hiding your embarrassment. How could you forget? You spent hours this morning helping Aubrey pick out her dress.

“Y/N,” Nolan cooed, his large hands gently pulling your own off of your face, “I’m here and I’m not leaving.”

Nolan didn’t let you get another word out before he was pushing past your body. He wasn’t even enjoying himself at the event and the last thing he wanted to do was go back.

It didn’t long for the two of you to finish the food, opting to head back to the couch and ignore the many empty containers for now.

“I’m never going on a date ever again,” you slurred, “I don’t even want to look at a man ever again.”

Despite trying to be quiet, Nolan couldn’t hide his chuckle. He had heard similar frustrations from his two sisters growing up. He had been around endless assholes throughout his life, he knew how exhausting it must have been to try to find a decent one.

“Can’t blame you,” he mumbled.

Your body slumped against the back of the couch, your eyes slipping shut as the wine and food started to lull you into a sleepy haze. Nolan scanned your face, a soft smile creeping onto his face as he watched your chest gently rise and fall with each breath. Before he could catch himself, he lifted his hand and pushed back the hair that had fallen in your face, tucking it behind your ear.

In that moment Nolan knew that he was fucked.

Never before had he dropped everything for a girl as he did for you tonight. But he also had never connected with someone like he did with you. You didn’t force him to be something he wasn’t, there was no pressure to put on an act. It just felt natural with you. But your words from just a few minutes before lingered in the back of his head. You made it clear that you weren’t looking for anything right now, it only took one miserable date to remind you of that. So Nolan pulled his hand away, trying to ignore the burning of your skin against his fingertips as they trailed across your soft cheek.

You were friends. Just friends.

-

You had no idea how much time had passed, but suddenly you felt yourself stir awake, your eyes peeling open to find yourself tucked into Nolan’s side. His body was warm below yours, his arm resting across your shoulders holding you in place as you lay against his chest. From your peripheral vision, you could see his suit jacket on one of the couch cushions, the soft material of his button-down rubbing on your cheek.

You had two options. You could either acknowledge that you awkwardly fell asleep on him in your drunken state, or you could pretend that you never woke up and continue to enjoy the comfort of his embrace.

Needless to say, you chose the latter.

But you must have dozed off again because the next time you woke up you were being carried into your bedroom. Your arms were wrapped tightly across Nolan’s neck, the tips of your fingers naturally lifting to twirl the tufts of his hair.

“Shhh, I got you,” Nolan whispered as he felt you move, just before he laid you down onto your bed, “I’ll be right back.”

Nolan hastily left the room, leaving you to bask in the memory of his warmth as your head fell back against your pillow. Within just a few seconds he was back, placing a cool glass of water on your nightstand table. But almost just as fast as he came back, he was leaving again.

“Stay,” you murmured, watching him pause at the outline of your door.

“I- I got the couch.”

“Okay,” you responded, trying to hide your disappointment.

Nolan visibly cringed the second your door was closed, his head falling to his lap once he sat down. He wanted nothing more than to climb into bed with you. The thought of holding you beneath the sheets and feeling your soft skin in contrast to his rough hands made him dizzy. But the last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable. You weren’t sober enough to say he could stay, and there was no chance in hell Nolan was going to risk scaring you off. So he took the couch, laying across the cushions with his eyes locked on your door until his eyelids gave in to his exhaustion. 

~

four

It was finally Friday, another week in the books. 

Your classes were taking more out of you than you had expected, the hours of reading and note-taking blending together as you finally closed your last tab. You had no plans for the night, and you honestly couldn’t be happier about it. A hot shower, takeout, and falling asleep early encompassed your perfect night recently.

Just as you were about to get in the shower, you were distracted by your phone ringing. You picked it up, surprised to see it was Kevin calling.

“Hi, Kevin,” you spoke, a slight edge to your words. You adored Kevin, he was an absolute sweetheart, but sometimes you just didn’t have the patience.

“What are you doing tonight?”

You rolled your eyes at his question, “Nothing.”

“Incorrect, you’re coming over and hanging out with me and Pat.”

“I am?” You laughed, taken aback by Kevin’s forwardness.

“Teeks and Aubrey are coming too, come on, Y/N,” he continued.

You knew you weren’t getting out of this without a real excuse, no matter how much you wanted to stay in. You hadn’t seen Nolan since the night you embarrassed yourself, the cringe of drunk dialing him after a bad date had yet to escape your memory.

“What time?”

“Uh- Let’s say 7.”

“Alright, Kev. See you later,” you hung up the phone, throwing it back on your bed before getting in the shower.

-

As you approached the boys’ apartment door, it was quieter than you expected it to be. Aubrey said she was already with Travis and would meet you there, so you were arriving alone. You assumed they would already have been there by now, but you ignored the silence and knocked on the door.

Just a few seconds later, the door swung open and you were face to face with Nolan. Your eyes widened when you saw him, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips and his bare torso staring at you. You quickly composed yourself, using every ounce of self-control within you to avoid trailing your gaze across his broad shoulders and down his chest, the curves and divots of his abs making your mouth water.

“Sorry,” Nolan mumbled, his cheeks flushing even redder than they usually were, “I thought you were Kevin, he always forgets his keys. Come in.”

You followed Nolan into the apartment, the muscles of his back rippling as his arms swung. You sat down on the couch, awkwardly waiting while he disappeared into his room. He came back just a few seconds later, his body now hidden behind a wrinkly t-shirt.

“Where is everyone?” You questioned, your body stiff as Nolan relaxed into the cushion next to you.

“Not sure,” he mumbled, the red of his cheeks lingering, “Kev said you were coming with Aubrey?”

Your face scrunched in confusion, “He told me she was coming here with Travis.”

Nolan then pulled his phone out and started typing a message to Kevin, desperate to figure out where he was. For some reason being here with you alone was making him nervous, there was an awkward energy in the air that had never been there before.

Nolan was reaching for the TV remote, about to ask you if you wanted to put something on when his phone sounded.

Kevin: You’re welcome

Now it was Nolan’s turn to furrow his eyebrows, the boy even more confused by Kevin’s message.

Kevin: We couldn’t watch you two anymore please just do something

Kevin: I’ll be out all night

Kevin: Don’t forget protection!

Of course. Of course, this little miscommunication was, in fact, a setup. But the worst part was that Nolan knew Kevin was right. No matter how hard he tried, he had been pining over you since that very first night. And now here you two were in an empty apartment with enough sexual tension to last the year.

“No one’s coming, are they?” You broke the silence, snapping Nolan out of his trance.

He threw his phone to the side as a slight smile crept across his stern face, “Nope,” he chuckled.

If you thought there was tension before, it didn’t even compare to what you felt now. Since meeting Nolan you were under the impression that your secretly harbored feelings for him were just that, a secret, but apparently, you weren’t as subtle as you thought. This had Aubrey written all over it, and you knew Travis was under her spell and would do anything to help her, and bonus points for chirping Nolan simultaneously. It was the elephant in the room, your mutual feelings still not being spoken but you both knew you had been called out by the people who knew you best.

“What are you thinking about?” Nolan whispered, the rough hum of his voice sending chills down your spine.

You couldn’t get even a single word out, your thoughts and feelings jumbling in your mind. After all this time the perfect opportunity was finally handed to you on a silver platter, but you still couldn’t do it.

Nolan could sense your hesitation, your close proximity and sweet scent clouding his consciousness.

“I’ll tell you what I’m thinking about,” he murmured, turning his body so he was facing you.

Your eyes had yet to leave your lap, your focus stuck on the rip of your jeans. You jumped when you felt his warm touch on your lower thigh, the warmth of his calloused hands making your heart rate rise even though the thick denim. His size was intoxicating and he made you feel like putty as he leaned closer to you.

“Y/N,” Nolan mumbled, his voice deeper than ever before.

You finally lifted your gaze, turning your head up to look at him. His baby blue eyes were piercing yours, the contact lighting a fire within you. Every reasonable thought in your head was telling you to pull away, to grab your bag and politely excuse yourself. You weren’t ready for a relationship, you had barely put yourself back together after your last heartbreak and Philly was supposed to be different. But as you sat here, your face just inches away from Nolan’s, you gave in to your desire.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you connected your lips with his, immediately sighing in relief as his soft pout worked perfectly against you. You hastily swung your hips over and seated yourself on Nolan’s lap, an eager groan escaping him when your body rolled into his. His hands splayed across your hips, moving to circle your ass as he helped you grind deeper into his already hardening length.

Nolan trailed his lips down your jaw, nibbling and sucking on the plane of your neck. You knew he was leaving marks, but in the moment you couldn’t care less, the euphoria of his touch being the only comprehensive feeling.

“Please,” you whined, tightening your grip on his long locks, “Nolan.”

You couldn’t remember the last time someone had ignited you as Nolan had. He had barely even touched you and you were nearly certain you had already soaked through your panties, withering in his lap desperate for more.

“Now she has something to say,” Nolan teased, whispering into the shell of your ear. He gave you no warning before he was standing up, holding the back of your legs as you instinctually wrapped them around his waist.

Nolan gently tossed you on his bed, pausing to pull his shirt off before he was climbing on top of you. You were in a state of bliss, finally able to admire his frame shamelessly and without fear of getting caught. He continued to attack your neck, leaving mark after mark behind in his wake. You whimpered impatiently as his lips worked your sensitive skin, but Nolan was set on taking his time. He didn’t know if he would ever have you like this again and he was going to savor every second of it.

But you decided to take matters into your own hands, pushing his frame off of yours and pulling your sweater over your head. You grabbed Nolan’s face again, cupping both of his cheeks as your lips met again. He made quick work of your bra, unclasping it with ease behind your back and tossing it across the room.

“Fuck, you’re stunning,” he groaned, pausing to take you in. Your hair was splayed across the pillow, your cheeks flushed while your chest heaved up and down with heavy breathing. His praise went straight to your core, clenching around nothing as you grew more and more desperate for him.

Nolan wasted no more time, finally making his way down your torso before reaching the hem of your pants. His fingertips slowly ran beneath the fabric, stopping only to look up at you. Your eyes locked and you frantically nodded, understanding that he was waiting for your permission before continuing.

“Words, Y/N,” Nolan hummed into your thigh, his order gentle but firm.

“Yes,” you breathed out, “Fuck, yes.”

Nolan did as you said, unzipping your jeans and sliding them down your legs. He almost lost his balance on the mattress when he saw you laying before him, the pink lace resting across your hips being the only thing keeping him from you. Nolan settled himself between your legs, hooking both of them over his shoulders as his hot breath fanned over your pussy.

Nolan placed a soft kiss to your lace-covered clit, basking in your reaction as you let out an embarrassingly loud moan and your hands flew to his head, tangling in his hair. Your hips jerked up into the air, desperate for more friction. Nolan laid his thick forearm across your waist, his weight halting all of your movements and holding you at his mercy.

“Nolan, please just fuck me,” you begged, the suspense too much to handle as you felt yourself drip down the crease of your thigh.

“All in good time, baby,” he cooed, pulling your panties to the side and finally connecting with your throbbing pussy.

You cried out as his tongue flicked your clit back and forth, the pleasure only magnifying when he sucked it between his teeth. Your hands were locked with an iron grip in the roots of his hair, holding on like your life depended on it. Nolan hummed against your core as he continued to taste you, the vibrations of his voice sending shockwaves through your body.

Suddenly Nolan pulled back, but before you could protest you heard ripping. A gasp left your lips when you realized what he had done, the mangled lace of your panties now laying on his floor. You wanted to yell at him, complain that those were your favorite, but before you could get a word out he was back at work, this time fucking his tongue in and out of you.

Your head fell back against the pillow, your mouth opening in a silent scream when you felt him slide two fingers inside while his mouth circled your clit again. Nolan curled his fingers against your sweet spot and you knew you were done for, your back arching off the mattress as you combusted with your orgasm.

Nolan milked you through your high, his tongue flattening against your clit as his head shook and his fingers kept their pace. He finally slowed down as he felt you come down, pulling back to watch you shake as the last waves of pleasure rolled through your body. He slipped his fingers out of your fluttering pussy, only to bring them to his mouth and suck your juices clean.

“You’re really good at that,” you stammered, just now coming back to your senses after almost blacking out.

Nolan laughed, kissing his way back up your body until you two were face to face again. You couldn’t resist pulling him down and crashing your lips against his, moaning into his mouth as you tasted yourself on his tongue.

“I’m good at other things too,” he smirked, tucking your hair behind your ear, just as he had done last week, except this time he didn’t have to hide it. The soft action made your heart flutter, but his words made something else flutter.

“Give me your best, Patrick,” you challenged.

“Your wish is my command, baby.”

Nolan pushed off his arms and stood up, hurriedly stripping himself of his sweats and boxers in one fell swoop. A whimper escaped your lips when you heard the sound of his cock slapping against his stomach, your pupils dilated as your eyes trailed down his thighs admiring his tattoos. 

Reaching across you to get a condom from his nightstand, Nolan was surprised when you plucked it right from his hand. You tore open the foil and slowly rolled the condom onto him, a small smile spreading across your face when his hips buckled into your hand at your touch.

You may have been embarrassingly weak for him, but he was just as weak for you.

Nolan shifted on the bed so he was hovering over your body, leaning down to press a kiss to your mouth. Your lips moved in sync with one another, the pure lust filling the room dictating every movement. He felt you grow more and more impatient, your body stirring beneath his as he finally pulled away.

Taking one last look at you spread out before him, waiting for him to touch you, Nolan directed his attention back to between your legs. He locked eyes with you before collecting the salvia in his mouth, harshly spitting on your pussy. The moan you let out was only amplified when he started teasing you even more, dragging the head of his cock through your soaking folds.

“Nolan,” you whined, the last letter of his name prolonged as you begged, your entire body tensing while he tapped your already so sensitive clit.

“Shhh,” he cooed, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles against your hip, “Got to make sure you’re ready for me.”

Before you could get in another word of protest, Nolan was pushing one of your legs into your chest and sliding inside. Your mouth fell open as he slowly bottomed out, the sensation of him filling you paralyzing. A string of deep swears left his lips as he felt you already clenching around him.

After letting you adjust, Nolan started rocking his hips, quickly finding his rhythm. You didn’t have a single thought in your head, the way he hit your sweet spot inside and ground against your clit making you dizzy.

Nolan had never been in such bliss. He could never have imagined how good you would feel wrapped around him, your walls still pulsating from your first high as he slid in and out. The way your name sounded falling from his lips was pure ecstasy, his innate possessiveness in full drive. Your nails dug into his back, dragging burning lines into his skin that he knew he would be tormented about tomorrow in the locker room but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but the way your bodies fit together in perfect harmony right this moment.

You could feel yourself growing close within mere minutes, Nolan’s relentless thrusts giving you no mercy. He could tell you were almost there by the way you were fluttering around him, along with the mindless sounds of pleasure escaping your lips getting louder and louder.

“That’s it,” Nolan encouraged in your ear, “Cum for me, Y/N.”

Between his hot breath against your tingling skin and his plunging thrusts, Nolan had you seeing stars.

“Nolan, Nolan,” you whined.

You swore you almost blacked out, your vision going blank as he fucked you through your high. He wasn’t far behind you, the clenching of your pussy egging him on until he finally let go, his hips stuttering and groans filling the air as his head fell into the crook of your neck.

“Fuck,” Nolan sighed, letting his heart rate steady as he laid above you, resting the majority of his weight on his forearms.

“Yeah,” you responded with a breathy laugh, your mind still blank as you came down.

Nolan stayed there for a few minutes before finally sitting up, cringing as you whimpered when he pulled out. Your eyes slipped shut, but you could hear him shifting around the room. After pulling on a pair of fresh boxers and dampening a towel, Nolan gently cleaned you up, biting back a smirk each time you shivered at his touch. He disappeared again, this time returning with a shirt in hand, urging you to sit up so he could help you pull the soft fabric over your head.

You had every intention of getting dressed and leaving, but you just couldn’t find the energy to remove yourself from his warm bed. The sheets that smelled like him enveloped you, and now his t-shirt was draped over your shoulders begging you to stay. Nolan slid next to you, his body cradling yours from behind as he wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you impossibly close.

“Sleep well, Y/N,” Nolan hummed into your neck as he settled in.

“Goodnight,” you managed to get out, the shame of what you had just done starting to spiral in your head.

You made a mistake. Nolan was good, so good, and he deserved more than you could give him. Your last relationship ended in disaster, leaving you broken and abandoning the idea of finding love ever again. Regardless of what you told your friends and family, it was what drove you from home. Then came Nolan, he was the definition of kind. Even when he barely knew you he did whatever he could to protect you. That kind of guy deserves someone who’s got it together, not whatever mess you were. You couldn’t believe you let your attraction to him get the best of you, and now here you were, pressed against his sleeping frame as he held you.

Everything inside of you was telling you to leave. It was too much, the eventual pain of whatever this was ending was overwhelming. You could hear Nolan snoring behind you, the sound of his contentment almost bringing tears to your eyes. Gently lifting his arm from its spot across your waist, you slid from underneath his grasp. It was nearly impossible to find your clothes in the dark, but you managed to do so without making too much noise. Nolan didn’t even stir as you moved around him, folding the shirt he gave you and placing it on the nightstand.

Just as you reached for the door, you felt yourself pause. Don’t do it, Y/N. Don’t do it. But you couldn’t resist, slowly turning to take in what you were leaving behind.

Nolan was passed out, his body leaning towards the pillow where you once laid your head and his arm laying flat as if he was still holding you. You could make out the redness of his cheeks in the dim light, his eyelashes curling down onto his cheeks. Your heart broke as you looked at him, but you knew it was what you had to do. He deserved the world, which was much more than you were able to give him. Without giving it another second of thought, you opened the door as quietly as possible and made your escape.

~

+ one

It had been over three weeks since you last spoke to Nolan.

You couldn’t handle facing him just yet, so you did what you knew best: shutting out the people that cared about you the most. You ignored every single one of his calls and texts, eventually muting his number when it became too much. You replayed what you imagined he looked and felt like that morning, waking up to a cold, empty bed. It was heartbreaking, but you stayed firm in your decision. As long as you didn’t have to see his face you would be fine.

But of course, Aubrey had different plans for you.

Since that night, you had been more distant from her than ever before. You left the apartment early in the morning, spending your day in class and bouncing between different coffee shops while working. You kept up appearances when you returned in the evening, saying hello and asking her how her day was, but practically nothing else. You made an early exit to your room, citing homework or lack of sleep as your excuse. But she knew you better than anyone else, it was no secret something was wrong. Much to your content, you could only assume that Nolan was keeping your secret as well, knowing that if he told anyone on the team you would be getting an earful from her.

But Aubrey had decided that she was done letting you sulk about whatever it was you were so clearly upset by. The Flyers had been away for almost two weeks and tonight was their first game back home. Thanks to Travis, she had two tickets in hand ready for the two of you.

Before you had even shut the apartment door behind you after arriving home, she was jumping up to greet you.

“Hey!” Aubrey exclaimed as you walked in, “We’re going out tonight.”

You just stared at her confused, knowing damn well you had no intention of going anywhere. “Hey,” you started, “I- I don’t think so, I have a lot to do.”

“No, you don’t. Listen, I don’t know what is going on with you but I’m sick of watching you wallow in whatever it is. I’ve barely talked to you in almost a month, you’re coming with me,” Aubrey snapped. If there was one thing about having such an old friend it was that she always gave it to you straight.

“Where?” You begrudgingly inquired.

“Nope, it’s a surprise,” she answered. If her inkling was correct, whatever had you in this funk had something to do with a certain Flyers centerman and she was not risking you ditching because of it.  

“Fine,” you groaned.

It wasn’t news to you that you had been a horrible friend recently. Despite the anxiety that came with breaking your current routine, maybe a night with Aubrey was just what you needed to take your mind off everything.

-

A few hours had passed, and you were sitting in the back of an Uber watching the city pass you by. Aubrey maintained the anonymity of the destination, ignoring all of your pleas for even just a hint. But there were some things that she couldn’t control.

Your stomach dropped when you saw where the car was heading towards, the large Wells Fargo Center plastered on the side of the building cluing you in. Of course, you thought, how could you not have known. You had so strictly blocked Nolan and the entire team from your mind that didn’t think to look at their schedule, but now it all made sense.

“Aubrey, no,” you stated, your voice already shaking as you got closer and closer.

“What the hell happened?” she snapped back, finally getting confirmation that your funk was related to Nolan.

“Nothing, nothing happened. I just don’t want to go,” you rebutted, “I’m not in the mood to see everyone, okay?”

“You don’t have to, we’re sitting alone,” she responded, turning her phone on and showing you the location of the tickets. As she promised, they were nowhere near the family boxes.

You didn’t say anything else, instead choosing silence as the car pulled up to the entrance. You both thanked the driver before quickly exiting, a long, awkward silence falling over the two of you as you entered the arena.

You could do this, you told yourself while adjusting in your seat. You could sit through one game, you didn’t even have to see or talk to anyone. If it would make Aubrey happy, you could suck it up and sit down. The two of you had still barely said a word to each other since arriving, and you could see the disappointment on her face. Deciding it was time to get over it, you put your arm around Aubrey, smiling as you instantly felt her relax and place her head on your shoulder. Neither of you said anything, but after knowing each other for so long, you didn’t have to. She knew what you meant.

-

You didn’t know what to expect, but the second you saw Nolan step onto the ice you were flooded with emotion. He looked tired, like he hadn’t been sleeping much or well, and your heart dropped at the thought that you may have been the reason why. You still were firm in your decision to avoid anything serious right now, but you knew you went about it in the completely wrong way. Nolan was the closest thing you had ever met to an angel, but you treated him like a random one night stand from the bar you barely knew. The guilt had overtaken you over the past few weeks, and seeing him in the flesh wasn’t helping.

It was a relatively uneventful game, the rebuilding Red Wings visiting and not giving the Flyers much of a fight. By the third period they were up 4-0, one of which was scored by number 19 himself. As the horn sounded signaling the end of the game, Aubrey turned to you.

“I was going to go see Travis,” she hesitated, “Do you want to come? Or I can meet you right after?”

“I’ll wait for you,” you encouraged.

Aubrey thanked you, squeezing your hand before getting up and heading downstairs. Instead of going to the main concourse to wait, you stayed in your seat, waiting for the crowds to clear out before you moved. Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you started mindlessly scrolling as a distraction.

But your distraction didn’t last for long.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Your eyes slipped shut when you heard his voice, that same voice that left you weak in the knees. You immediately felt your heart begin to race and your palms sweat. You felt caught. After taking a moment to pause, you finally mustered up the courage to look up at him.

Nolan’s eyes were focused on your own, his hair slicked back and soaking wet still with sweat. He had definitely not showered yet, between the fact that the game just ended minutes ago and his appearance. He was dressed in his undergarments and slides, clearly he wasted no time before coming up here to find you.

“How did you even know I was here?” you questioned back, already feeling yourself on the defense.

“Really?” Nolan scoffed, “Travis told me. How else would I have known? It’s not like you talk to me.” He trailed off, his words becoming quieter.

“Nolan, please,” you pleaded, “Please sit down.”

There was no doubt in your mind that it was time for you to come clean. You could see the pain in his eyes and the hurt behind his voice. He obliged, sinking to sit in the seat beside you, but he didn’t turn to face you. His coldness was evident, and you knew that you deserved nothing else.

“I’m sorry,” you began, “I’m so sorry, Nolan. I- I shouldn’t have left like that, with no explanation-”

“I thought I had you,” he interrupted, “Finally, Y/N, after all those weeks of tiptoeing around it, I thought we were done pretending.”

You could feel the tears burning behind your irises, and it was taking everything within you not to let them out. Nolan’s words broke you, even more than you were already broken.

“Nolan, I wanted- I want,” you corrected yourself, “Nothing more than to give myself to you, but I- I just can’t. I’m not ready.”

“Then why did you sleep with me?” his voice cracked, “And what does that even mean, ‘you’re not ready’?”

“I can’t let myself get hurt again, okay? I can’t do it,” you sighed, finally succumbing to your emotion, “I am so sorry for dragging you into my mess, but I can’t let myself go through that again. And you deserve so much better.”

Your head fell to your hands, hiding your face from him as you cried. Even just speaking out loud your last heartbreak made you a wreck. Deep down you knew Nolan wasn’t capable of hurting you like that, but you wouldn’t let him take care of you anymore. You couldn’t. He deserved someone who didn’t need to be taken care of.

“Y/N,” Nolan hummed, gently placing a hand on your back. He cringed when you jumped at his touch. “Y/N, look at me, please.”

You did as he asked, your red, puffy eyes lifting to meet his baby blues, putting you at ease almost right away.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Nolan murmured, “I don’t know what you think, but you’re not a burden. You’re the complete opposite and I want to show you that. If you’ll let me.” He paused, his eyes frantically scanning your face for any sign of your reaction. You were staring ahead of you, entranced with the ice below as you processed his words. Despite knowing how much it could potentially hurt, Nolan said what he thought he had to, “Even if it’s just as friends, but you can’t disappear on me again.”

You made Nolan feel at peace, like when he was with you nothing else mattered. But no matter how strong his feelings were, he cared for you enough to put them aside if that’s what it took to keep you in his life.

“I don't want to be friends,” you whispered, finally breaking the silence.

As if there was some kind of magnifying force between the two of you, your body lunged towards Nolan’s, your lips crashing together instantly. He was stunned, his body frozen in shock, but within seconds he melted against your touch with one hand on your lower back and the other tangled in your hair. It felt like time stopped in that moment, the only thing making you pull away was the lack of air.

You were both breathless, your foreheads resting against one another. Nolan took both of your hands in his, intertwining his much larger fingers with yours.

“I trust you,” you breathed out.

The grin that spread on Nolan’s face was like nothing you had ever seen before. You matched him right away, smiling as you watched the pure joy and relief wash over. The same joy and relief that you were feeling.

“Does this mean I finally get to take you out?” he asked, his deep mumble making you feel right at home again.

“Maybe,” you teased, “Only if you shower,” you added, pretending to push him off of you.

Nolan couldn’t help but fall into a fit of laughter at your subtle jab. That’s what he loved about you most, the way you could earn a smile or chuckle out of him like no one else.

He stood up from his seat, extending his hand out as he stared down at you. Without even a crumb of doubt creeping its way into your mind, you took his hand. Wrapping your arms around Nolan’s and resting your head against his shoulder, you walked out and into the hallway together.

Nolan leaned down and pressed a gentle peck to your forehead, and for the first time in longer than you could remember, you felt untouchable.

~

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[18+] Deranged Love - Hanma Shuji x F!Reader - Part 1

[Probably contains spoilers from the anime and the manga] [She/Her pronouns used for the reader, no physical description; Everyone is +18]

Words: 9403

Archive of our own

Warnings : Explicit! / Blood / Injuries / Guns / Bruises / Choking / Blood / Graphic depiction of violence / Killing / Murder / Crying / Trauma /

Summary : Wrong place, wrong guy. Wrong in so many fucking ways it only made the attraction more sick and twisted...Yet I wanted more of him and would end up doing anything for him, with him.

If you feel like I should add more warnings, send me a dm or and ask, I'd rather be safe than sorry

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Routine.

This would be how I would describe my way of life, a routine. I liked it like that, it was safe, comfortable and I was sure of what would happen. Far from me the idea of only doing the same things over and over again, I would sometimes go out with my friends or see a movie—doing things on a whim was not off the table. But I liked knowing what I was signing up for. Surprises, however, never were a thing I enjoyed—seeing my friends in my house when all I wanted was to relax after work was something dreadful and annoying to no end. I would pull through and be a good host, nonetheless, making sure everything was enjoyable, but I would be drained by the end of their stay.

Perhaps that need for reassurance, for a safety net, was the reason why I never truly took an artistic path or even considered any artistic career. It was too free, too unpredictable, too risky. Never could I have imagined myself doing such a thing; those who did were in my eyes the boldest and I admired them greatly for following their dream, but I was not bold, I preferred the solace of a job I knew would always bring me money. A simple 9 to 5 job was fulfilling enough for me; for some it was not, but I enjoyed it. It was something I could do and found relaxing to do, even when there was more rush. It just made sense to me.

There was not much thrill in this job. The people were nice enough; the clients were a bit bitter from time to time, depending on whether the job we had done was in their favor or not. Some of my colleagues would tell me crazy stories about some firms they had worked on or with and I would have a hard time believing it, but perhaps it was because different departments would deal with different types of clients. I had simple people: homeowners, tax payers, easy stuff. I liked it.

Now, even if I was keen on this routine that I had of going to my job, using the same transports, the same paths, headphones in to ignore the people around, I knew when following that same path would bring me trouble. I knew when to break that routine even just a little bit.

Tonight was one of those rare occasions. As I walked back home from work after having had to stay one more hour to help my colleague Darren fix his mistake—I made sure to tell him he owed me for helping him this late—I saw a group of men surrounding someone on the street. With one glance around, the entire street was empty except for those seven men and their victim. The usually crowded place was completely deserted and as I wondered how it could have happened, I noticed bikes at the end of the road blocking any possible traffic. It did not take a genius to know this was something far above me, there was no way I would interfere with that. Turning around, I made sure my steps were less heavy, less determined and started walking back. I did not have time to think I was going to get out of there safely when I heard, “Miss! Call the police-“. A thud sound, followed by a pained moan reached my ear.

When I dared look over my shoulder, I saw the man on his knees, blood pouring from his nose. I recognized him, he was a creepy older man that would sometimes stay longer on the train to look at younger women. Glancing at the other people around him, I kept my face as neutral as possible. Should I call the police? The outfits they wore all had the same sigil on them, the same pattern, and since they did not look like high schoolers I hardly believed those were school uniforms. Which led to the conclusion that they were the ones the news talked about a lot. The city was filled with gangs fighting over territory, not hesitating one bit to kill anyone who would cross them. I was sure of myself, assertive, yes… but I did not possess a savior complex. Seeing that man on the floor made me realize how wrong the system was, but I could not risk taking part in the situation and helping him. There were too many and clearly a lot scarier and stronger than I was. Looking away, I kept walking and heard them laugh, “That’s the right thing to do missy, he deserved it-“ “I said I was going to pay as soon as I got the money!” The victim interrupted; he was speaking very fast, but the fist smashing his jaw was faster to tell him to shut up. “It ain’t about that, you know it!”

Playing my music again, louder this time, I walked away and let them deal with everything, taking a different route than the one I would usually take. It’s alright to not have helped, you wouldn’t have made a difference… But he deserved it… I can still call the police… A turmoil inside my head started as I kept walking. After a few minutes, I grabbed my phone and dialed the police department’s number; they picked up quite fast, asking me what the emergency was. “There are gang members beating up a man in-“ “I’m sorry ma’am we can’t help with that, have a nice evening.” And just like that, the person on the other end of the phone hung up. Looking at my phone incredulously, I called again, all while taking a turn and walking by a warehouse, “Hello, you must have misunderstood me earlier—it is not a joke, there are gang members in the-“ This time, I was not interrupted by the person on the phone but by my arms being grabbed suddenly.

My heartbeat picked up, I suddenly felt sick and my head started spinning. When things like this happened, we’d always think it only happened to others, so when I realized it was happening to me, I did not feel well. Blood drained from my face, from my entire body. It all happened so fast: one moment I was walking past the warehouse, then suddenly my phone hit the ground and I joined it when I was thrown on it with force. My cheekbone took all the damage as someone pressed the side of my face onto the wet ground and made sure to put weight on my back to stop me from moving. I was shivering in fear already, but that fear only grew when my hair was pushed out of the way by a bloody hand, its knuckles painted red and brown from fresh and drying blood. The action did not feel one bit intimate, it was scary, intimidating. With the pressure on my back, I was pressed against the hard floor and could barely breathe, but in a situation like this I knew better than to talk.

I knew that. Yes.

So why did I talk? Why were my nerves acting up in moments like these?

“I am sure you got the wrong person—I’m just an accountant-“ A gun was now pressed against my cheek, I took it as a sign to shut up and did so. The man on my back twisted the gun a few times against my cheek, making me open my mouth from the weird movements against my teeth, like someone forcing a dog to open its jaws to get food out of it. “Aren’t we noisy? Tonight wasn’t the right night to feel heroic, girl.” The man asked as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I closed my eyes in discomfort, my breath hitching. Laughing sadistically, he continued talking, this time his tone lowered, “Rats shouldn’t snoop in businesses that aren’t theirs.” I felt the weight shift on my back, then heard him ask someone, “Keep beating him up, I’ll take care of her then we’ll continue having our fun,” His voice was stern but I still heard some tones of him being carefree, he was enjoying this. He then addressed someone else, “Sounds good to you?” The answer consisted of muffled cries, attempts at screams that were cut off by hits then a gun cocking. With a sigh, the man on me pulled the gun away from my face and tutted the man who was bound on his knees.

I felt the weight leave my back but did not dare move, I stayed right where I was. Steps on the humid ground were heard, getting away from me but clearly approaching the man who I assumed was being tortured. The gun fired soon after, startling me as I tensed up and closed my eyes a few seconds before opening them again. The crazy man that put me on the ground laughed loudly, “Come on, it’s just the thigh, you can still walk for now, yeah?” He had said. Turning my head to look at them, I saw the older man on his knees, hands tied behind his back and suit bloody. His tie was undone, and he had wounds all over his face and chest. “I said you can walk, yeah?” Recognizing the voice, I could put a face to my aggressor as I watched him remove his glove before grabbing the victim by his arm and making him stand up, only to force him to wobble a bit. “See! I am being nice! Talk and it’s all over, come on.” He cooed in something that could be seen as sweet if it wasn’t happening in a warehouse with violent people and a man bleeding on the ground.

“I told you! I don’t know anything I-“ The man with the long earring in his left ear did not think twice before punching the office worker in the face with enough force. I believe I heard his nose crack. I caught a glimpse of the tattoos adorning his hands but could not decipher, from how far I was, what was written on them. The crazy man laughed after the punch, “Wrong answer! Haha, you have one last chance, ok?” He said, leaning over so that his face was at the same level as the other man’s. From my place on the ground, I could only see the wicked smile on his face, and it made me feel uneasy. The tall violent man was clearly crazy, having such a man roaming the city did not seem safe at all and it scared me to think of what else was happening in the shadows. “Alright, alright, please Reaper-“ The man he called Reaper gripped his chin tight and chuckled, “Straight to point, I don’t have time to waste on vermin like you, you’re no fun.” He said as a matter of fact, as if they both believed this. His face had turned serious so quickly that I feared the moment I felt like I could escape, he would change his mind in half a second.

The bleeding man nodded quickly, tears streaming down his cheeks, “It’s Silas&Sons—That’s the name of the firm that discovered something was off-'' While I was left in shock at the mention of the firm I worked at, the Reaper grinned and brought the gun to the man’s forehead, “Wasn’t hard, was it?” the man tried to tell him not to shoot, adding that the violent one had promised he would stop. The latter shook his head, “I said it’ll all be over! Listen carefully next time,” He said the last part like a parent berating their child then winked and pressed the trigger, killing the man in less than a second as his body hit the ground, blood spattering behind him. The man with black and blond hair looked at the body on the ground and chuckled to himself, “There won’t be a next time, but you get the jest.” He huffed with a wave of his hand before handing back the gun he had been given earlier. Turning around, his eyes locked on mine. I widened my eyes in pure terror and turned my face to be in the position he had left me in; I was aware he had seen me, but I was hoping he would not mention it.

The other people that were in the room had gone silent and were probably all looking at me, the woman lying on the floor, shaking, dreading for her life. The odds of me coming out of this unscathed seemed to be decreasing the more I observed what was happening around me. A stinging pain reached my scalp making me hiss, as someone lifted my head from the ground to make me look at them. While turning my head their way, I saw two men sitting on a crate, one with two braids that were long enough to go down to his ribcage while the other had shorter purple hair and glasses. Boredom adorned both their features alongside blood stains on their outfits, and yet they were nonchalant about it. I saw a man leaning behind another crate but barely managed to catch a glimpse of his tattoo that the man called Reaper snapped his fingers in front of me. “Here, I’m your tormentor, not them, yeah?” He grinned. Meeting his gaze again, I forced myself to keep my mouth shut and kept my eyes on him.

“You’re being courageous, not even crying yet! You’re a fun one, gotta love it.” He said happily, his hand patting the cheek that had taken most of the damage when he slammed me on the ground. I flinched when I saw his hand approach my face then winced at the rough touch against the bruising skin. “What will I do with you little rat? Eavesdropping ain’t nice, tattling ain’t it either.” The latter was said in a more serious tone as his expression turned somber, any humor that dripped from his words a moment ago was completely gone and he was now looking at me with caution. “Get up, come on.” I did not have a choice, the grip in my hair did not slacken and I had to follow his movement to avoid most of the pain. My clothes were dirty and damp from the humid ground; I felt my legs shake as I got to my feet and hissed at the pain when he yanked my hair for me to follow him quicker.

Pushing me forward, he threw me against the crate where the two other men were sitting. Hitting my shoulder against the wooden item, I swore under my breath and was about to fall to my knees again when the man with the long braids wrapped his legs around my neck and somewhat choked me. Caught off guard, I gripped his shins tight and tried to break free, but his hold only tightened. I heard him mock me while he dug his heels deeper in my biceps from the position he was in, “Stop moving and it’ll stop hurting, fuck you’re stupid.” He sighed with disdain, bringing me closer towards him but it only pressed my neck against the wood. Gritting my teeth, I stopped trying to get him to let go and let my arms fall to my side, when I felt the choke weaken and took a large intake of breath while focusing my eyes anywhere but on the man in front of me.

The manic laughter I had now heard many times in those few minutes I was on the floor reached my ears again, “I can see you wanna live, what are you willing to do to stay alive?” He asked in a light tone. It was a real question, but I did not want to do anything. I wanted to punch them and make a run for it, but they had guns and strength, none of which I could match in any way. I kept my mouth shut again.

The Reaper chuckled again, “I don’t know if you keeping your pretty mouth shut is a curse or a blessing-“ he stopped himself and slapped my now undamaged cheek with as much force as he could, making me yelp at the pain. I kept my face turned the direction his hand had turned it, but he gripped my chin forcefully and made me look at him. His expression had turned almost sour as he stared right into my eyes, “Fucking answer the question, what are you willing to do?” he spat, his face only breaths away from mine. Keeping a frown on, I uttered, “I wasn’t calling on you, there were people blocking another road-“ His mouth contorted into a smile once again as he pushed my face against the crate before letting go as he threw his hands in the air, and turned around on himself once, “She speaks! God it’s so entertaining to see you’re—Still. Not. Crying.” He gritted through his teeth the last three words before leaning over once again, his face very close to mine just like before.

“You’re telling me it’s a coincidence then?” He asked in a playful tone, clearly mocking me.

Fuck I wanted to make a run for it and get away from here. My heart was trying to beat out of my chest the longer I spent time here, the only thought running through my mind was: I am going to die here. How else would I end up? He had killed a man that had told him what he wanted to know, so no matter what I said he would kill me, right? Stammering a bit, I nodded the best I could with legs still around my neck, “Yes, I hadn’t seen you were here, I-“

“You’re funny! I’ll give you that! God you’re-“ He pulled back and made a rapid movement of his arms approaching me, as if putting me on display, “You’re fun! Ran, let her go.” The first part was said in excitement, the latter in the utmost seriousness. The moment he had spoken those words, the man let go of my neck and I was about to stumble when the Reaper grabbed me by the shoulders. He was tall, strangely tall, way above average, and it only added to all the traits that already made him scary. My whole body tensed, I thought this was it. He glared at me for a few moments before speaking to one of his friends, his gaze never leaving mine, “What do we know?”

An unknown voice reached my ear, it was close, so it must have been the other man on the crate, “Seems like a civilian, said she was an accountant. She also seemed surprised when the vermin said Silas&Son.” That perked the Reaper’s interest.

“Oh, so the little girl knows things. Have they sent you?” He asked, forcing me to look up by gripping my chin once more. He did not care the amount of strength he used, he couldn’t care less if I was uncomfortable, to him I was just a puppet that he could throw around and play with. Clearly he was right since I moved along and did not fight back. If I did, I would die, I was sure of it. “I was walking home from work—I saw my usual path was blocked and people were ganging up against a man so I-“ “You ran? The rat isn’t one for conflict, eh?” He patted my head and smiled almost reassuringly before letting go of me, making sure I fell on the floor. “Then? Make this quick, this ain’t the time for a bedtime story.”

“I called the police so that they could check—they said it was none of their business so I tried again and you-“ Fuck I was stuttering, the stress was too much and once I had fallen on my back, he was a lot more intimidating. He could just pull out his gun and shoot me, I could not get up with how I was shaking.

“You tried to do the right thing, right?” He asked, his back now turned to me. I could not gauge his emotion, so I replied sincerely, “Yes, it was all that I could do-“

Suddenly he turned around and pointed a gun at me, grinning, “Wrong! You could have helped the poor, poor man on the street, yeah? But you didn’t, why?” I did not reply right away, so he waved the gun around before crouching right in front of me and taking a good look at me. “They were too many-“ “That never stops a hero, does it? It’s all about charisma, determination, letting your body act faster than your brain, no?” He asked rhetorically, but while I waited for him to continue he sighed and looked down, his gun dropping lower as his arm fell limp. He started mumbling to himself a moment, using the gun to scratch his hair. Perhaps it was not the most adequate time to do so, but I looked at his outfit and saw he was wearing suit pants and a white business shirt. Quite the outfit for a murderer, but he had made sure to pull his sleeves up to not stain it. He was right in doing so since all the blood from earlier was on his black gloves and his forearms.

“Tell me, rat,” He slowly looked up and gave me a wicked smile, “Are you a hero?” He brought the gun to my forehead and all I did was close my eyes in fear. A sob escaped my lips as I tried to back away, but I was only met with the wooden crate, accidentally bumping my head against the shoes of one of the men sitting on it. “Do you believe there is good in this world? That it deserves to be saved? Hm? Would you die for this pathetic excuse of a world?” He pressed the gun even more against my skin. I heard the click as he disengaged the safety and tried to close my eyes even more than how I had already shut them, but found it impossible. My entire body was shaking, there was no helping the sobs escaping my mouth even by covering it.

I felt a gentle hand push my hand away and opened my eyes in confusion, only to see that the man who was holding a gun against me was grinning, “Answer the question.” He turned the gun horizontally and rested his arm on his knee as he placed his head on his free hand, completely relaxed. Getting lost in thoughts, I stared emptily at him while he started counting down, “Three…” Am I a hero? How would one describe a Hero? None of the mythological heroes could define me, none of those famous franchises either. “Two, think faster.” What answer did he want? Should I give him what he wants, or should I just be honest? “One-“

“I’m not a hero, I didn’t call right away because he deserved it, I-“ Taking a deep breath, I tried to take a hold of myself and calm down the best I could. “He harassed people, no one ever did anything about it-“

“See! Wasn’t hard, was it? Good girl,” He patted my head before moving the gun under my chin and raising it with the end of the gun, his finger never leaving the trigger, “You’re also a bad person then, you’re like us, right? Some people do deserve to die!”

Shuddering, I took a shaky breath and inhaled, “I’m nothing like you-“ “If he died it’s because ye didn’t act quick enough, don’t you agree?” He inquired with a pleading look, the mockery never leaving his tone. “I don’t, no.” My words were followed by the gun leaving my person as the man stood up quickly and barked out a laugh before asking his friends if they had heard that, they only grumbled in reply. He tucked the gun in the back of his pants and I quickly let my head down in fear I had triggered him somehow, frightened it was the straw that broke the camel’s back. “I like you, accountant woman. I just wanna see one thing to know what I should do with you—well two, but I’ll start slow.” Bringing his arm behind his back, I tensed again but then felt the gun hit my ankle as he threw it at me.

“Shoot me,” He ordered as he crouched in front of me, his arms crossed over his knees while grinning broadly. “I killed a guy, right? I am bad, killing me should make you a hero.” His little speech was stupid, it only started a vicious cycle of death with no end. Killing a killer that killed one person? It’d make me a killer that killed one person, and so on. But he brought his hand to mine and wrapped my fingers around the handle of the gun before pressing it against his forehead. “Here, you can’t miss from this close, show me you got guts! Come on, do it.” That grin turned into something scary, manic, he was getting off on the thrill. But my hands were shaking, I had never held a gun before, never intended to, but tonight was nothing if not exceptional. When I tried to put my arm down, he grabbed my elbow and kept it up, “It’s you or me, come on, make this fun for both of us-“ “I’m not shooting you in the head! You’re insane-“

Hearing my words well, he barked a laugh then guided the gun to his heart, one of the men behind me sighed and told him to hurry up, but the Reaper only shushed him. “Here, then? Sounds better?” Nothing was right in his head; I couldn’t understand what he was doing. No matter how hard I tried, I did not know the point he was making, but taking all this time to think about it made me lose the position of power he had given me. Forcing my hand to let go of the gun, he took it and, at the speed of light, put it in my mouth, making a sob escape it as he did so. “That’s a missed opportunity, too bad.” He shrugged then as I saw him press the trigger. I closed my eyes, my hands gripping my thighs so tight, it must have left some marks under the fabric of my pants.

The click of the trigger echoed, and I felt myself jump on the spot at how loud the bang was—so this is it? That thought crossed my mind rapidly, but was shoved aside by the loud ringing in my ears. I then heard footsteps echoing around the warehouse. The gun was no longer in my mouth, there were no bullets, it was a blank; I felt my stomach churn and opened my eyes in panic before pushing my tormentor away. I was surprised when he let me do so, but it was better for him. Slamming my hands down, I was on the floor as I emptied my stomach on the concrete. Chuckles reached my ears along with the whispers of a few words, “Can’t even stomach a bit of gun play.” “Should have killed her, blood stench leaves easier than vomit.” The latter comment made one of them laugh.

When I was done, I thought for a second that death was quick, most of the time. And when it wasn’t, you expected it, you weren’t filled with stress. Hence why no one ever spoke of post-mortem vomit. It made me laugh only for a second until I was pushed back on my ass when the man with the earring pressed his foot against my chest, making me wince. “Your name, what is it?” he asked seriously.

Feeling some sort of confidence build up, I looked up at him and leaned over, using the hem of his pants to wipe my mouth, but did not answer. The seriousness on his face turned into the look of someone who had been challenged; he snapped his fingers, then I heard someone say my name, my birthdate and my birthplace. Looking at the person who kept reading out loud, I saw the man with a tiger tattoo on his neck approach before tossing my wallet at me. I did not know when they had found the time to pickpocket me, but they managed to. My cheeks were burning up from the sickness, the stress and the embarrassment this entire situation brought but I still tried to keep my head high, for what it was worth. Bringing my hands to my face, I only now felt the tears that had rolled down my cheeks.

“Okay little tattletale, I think I’ll let you go for now-“ “Are you not going to kill me? Isn’t this what you do?” I asked in a weak voice, not even attempting to get up after all the time you had been mishandled. Both the man with the earring and the tattooed one were standing in front of me. The former reached out for my hand to help me get up, I did not take it, so he sighed loudly and bent over to grab my bicep and forcefully get me up. “We only kill snitches and annoying fucks, are you one of those?” I was about to tell him no when he leaned over suddenly and pressed his index against my lips to shut me up. Startled, I tried to step back but he held the back of my head with his free hand and beamed, “No, you’re not. You’re gonna be useful, you’re just the right amount of malleable,” The finger that had left my mouth moved to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, I shivered in disgust, “I can see it in your eyes that you’ll be a fun one to work with.”

I tried to pull away from him, but his hand gripped my hair tight and kept me in place, stopping me from leaning back when he approached closer, “Since you’re not a hero, we’ll make you a villain then—I mean, it’s not going to be hard considering your stance on killing.” He grimaced at that before turning it into a full laugh and letting go of me.

“Rindou, take her back to her place-“ “I’m not doing that, I got plans with Ran. Send the tiger boy, we’re done for tonight.” The one with purple hair and glasses said as he hopped off the crate, followed by the other man on it. It made the Reaper’s face turn sour as he gripped the one who had just spoken and tightened his hold on his shoulder, “I don’t do escorting, that’s your job.” He gritted through his teeth.

Seeing the tension, I put my wallet back in my bag and cleared my throat, “I’ll—I can walk home on my own, by now they must be gone-“ All of them looked at me with a threatening gaze, I felt like a deer caught in headlights. The man with the braids started walking off, Ran was his name I believe, along with the man with the tattoo on the neck, while the two others stayed right there and glared at me. When I took a step back, taking their silence for permission, the Reaper wrapped his arm around my shoulders and held me close to him, “Right, I’ll do it tonight. Just because she’s a fun one-“ “I can walk home alone, it’s no problem,” I tried to push him away, my hands were shaky and had a few scraps. Without the constant manhandling, not that I missed it, I could feel the dampness of my clothes and how cold it was getting.

Looking down at me without any expression on his face, the Reaper turned us around and waved everyone goodbye, his arm never leaving my shoulders. “We both know that’s not true, if we let you walk home alone you might get beaten up by—how did you put it? ‘Gang members’, yeah, that was what you said on the phone.” He hummed, shoving his free hand in his pocket as he guided us outside. I felt uneasy in his hold, I felt like he was walking me towards my execution. I did not want to lead him to my house, but what choice did I have? He would find it sooner or later; at least that’s what he said, but I did not know how much truth there was to it. In my eyes, it was but a small group of violent men that had killed someone.

“In the end you did get beaten up by a gang member, but it could’ve been worse.” He said lightheartedly as he stopped in front of a car. When I paused my steps and still did not look at him, simply waiting for his next move, I felt him grab my chin and turn my head towards him. My breath hitched in fear as I met his golden eyes. He seemed a bit bored now, but I couldn't care less how he felt, I wanted to bolt away from his touch. “You should disinfect that, and you’ll definitely bruise, but you probably have makeup or something to hide that.” He shrugged.

When he leaned over again, I brought my hands in front of me and closed my eyes to stop him from touching me, but I only heard him huffing a laugh next to my ear as he opened the door of the passenger seat. “Get in, I’ll drop you off.” Looking up at him, I blinked a few times then glanced at the inside of the car. I don’t know what I was expecting, something dirty, bloody, disgusting perhaps. But instead, it was perfectly clean, not a speck of dirt in sight. It looked like an expensive car, but perhaps it was just very clean, I did not know. Still unsure, I hesitantly got inside and was about to close the door but felt a certain strength holding it back. The man was leaning on the door and bent over to peek his head inside the car, thinking he needed something. I pressed myself more against the seat to let him grab what he wanted, but his hand reached for the belt and fastened it for me.

“Wouldn’t want you to escape—ah, I mean, safety first.” He said mockingly before winking and slamming the door shut. My hands found their way to the belt and held it tight as I watched him walk around the car. His steps were too big for me to make a run for it, he would catch up on me in no time, I was stuck with him. As he entered the vehicle and fastened his own seatbelt, he pointed at the glove box and handed me his gloves, “Put them back and hand me a wipe, tattletale.”

His craziness was a lot more toned down, for a second I wondered how many faces this man had. The one I was seeing right now was intimidating from how put together he seemed, the other one was scary from how unexpected his actions were. “Why aren’t you killing me?” I asked without looking at him, focused on pushing the gun out of the way inside the glove box and grabbing the little pack of wipes. Giving it to him, his brow was quirked, “Because you’re a good girl,” He grinned, wiping his hands as he continued, “No one would ever suspect you’re working with the likes of a gang. You’re gonna be useful and that’s all that matters, you should be thankful I didn’t kill you. I hate people who eavesdrop.” He said, as he shoved the wipe in the door compartment.

“I didn’t eavesdrop.” I muttered, looking outside the window when he started the car. The laugh that erupted out of nowhere scared me, making me tense again, I dared to look his way and saw his manic smile again. “So, you’re an accountant, pretty boring. You should be thrilled I chose you.” He said in a mix of pride and humor before increasing the volume of the music then drumming his fingers on the wheel. Thinking about his words some more, I glanced his way and lowered the volume, catching his attention as he looked me dead in the eyes. “What if I don’t want to work with you?” I asked, measuring my tone to not piss him off, it did not take a genius to understand this man was unstable and that I needed to tread lightly around him.

Even with as much care as I put in my voice, his reaction was sudden when he turned the wheel and stopped the car on the side of the road. Passing cars honked in annoyance but the man did not care one bit while I had slammed my hand on the dashboard to stop my head from hitting it. Insulting him under my breath, I looked up and saw he had placed his arms on the wheel, his left cheek resting on his forearm. “Then leave. Get out right now, nothing’s stopping you.”

“What’s stopping me is that you’ll kill me, or you’ll run me over, multiple times,” I could see the smile on his face was spreading, but he did not move. The condescendence in his lack of reaction, of action, annoyed me but at the same time frightened me, was he going to slam my head against the window? Against the dashboard? I did not know, but I continued, stammering this time from how nervous I was becoming, “My life is on the fucking line, that’s what’s holding me back.” I spat. My eyes had never left his, even as his smile turned into a grin and his slender fingers gripped the wheel tighter.

When he did not look away, I did. At the same time, I turned on the seat and fully looked ahead instead of facing him. A silence set for a moment then I heard the car start and the man sighed, content, “You’re smart to stay, you’re only alive because I can use you. If you had left, I’d have shot you and left you on the side of the road to die.” He said in a light tone. The words he had spoken had the same effect of a bullet; my guts took a hit without being truly hit. I did not have a choice at all, I was stuck working for a man I did not know without even knowing what I had to do.

His hand rose and I closed my eyes, flinching slightly, “Type in your address, tattletale.” With the little confidence that remained, I lifted my shaky hand and typed it in while telling him that I had a name. Then added, “You should use it. Maybe there is a name I can call you by?” I was not asking for his ID, nor anything specific, if he had a codename in his stupid gang or something like that I would go with it, but calling him Reaper in my head sounded idiotic. “Sorry doll, I think nark or snitch suits you a lot more.” He hummed a moment, throwing me a glance from the corner of his eyes as his hands moved on the wheel absent-mindedly. Huffing in annoyance, I placed my elbow against the window and rested my chin against my fist, thinking he was done. After all, why should I care what he called me? I should simply call him an asshole if he was so keen on calling me a snitch. Or perhaps I should live up to the title and do exactly that, tell the police.

A hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled me out of my daydream with my head bumped against the window. Wincing in pain, I heard the man laugh loudly while being focused on the road, “That’s deserved for not paying attention.” He said through laughter. “Pay attention to what? The road? I’m not the one driving-“ “To me, you should keep your guard up, snitch. Who knows what I could do.” He said with a deadpan expression. Without looking at me, he brought his hand to tuck my hair out of the way, then glanced at me and smirked. His touch was light, almost gentle. It allowed me to get a proper look at his tattoo, but I could not focus on it at all, I only tensed up before feeling him grip my throat and bring me closer to him. I made a choking sound and complied to avoid as much pain as possible, “You can call me Hanma, as long as you don’t scream it from every fucking rooftop.”

I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. This night was not going as planned at all and every time I found any respite, it would be ruined, and the man would turn violent again. I could not let my guard down, I knew it but when he would just stay put, I could not help myself but think he was done. Clearly he wasn’t. His hold lessened a bit, so I took the opportunity to claw his hand away and pull myself back, my own hand around my throat in protection. “They called you the Reaper.” I croaked, wanting him to talk more so that I wouldn’t have to.

“They did, yeah.” He shrugged.

That was it. He did not add anything else. The matter was closed. When I asked him why they did that, he pulled the car on the side of the road again, startling me in the process. With how on edge I was, I did not realize where we were and thought he would be mad again, but instead he looked over my shoulder and nodded, “That’s you, get out.” He told me as his left arm rested on the wheel while the right one was on the back of the seat, casually leaning on it while looking at me. Looking behind me, I saw my house and felt some hope at finally being able to get home and yet… I did not leave right away and instead prodded, “The news talks about your gang, how many people did you kill?” His eyes traveled from my head to my hands then up to my head again, the arrogance never leaving his face as he leaned back against the car door and waved a hand dismissively, “Take a guess, I think it should be fun.”

I was about to give him a number when he leaned forward quickly, his face right in front of mine as he whispered, “Don’t forget those in comas or those at the hospital, they might not be dead, but they might as well be,” He chuckled happily then approached even closer, his lips right next to my ear, “They’re only alive because I said they could be, like you are. One wrong move and,” leaning back quickly, he clapped his hands, “Bang, dead.” He said dead meaning those in the hospital, but I fully understood he was threatening me, I was not an idiot.

Taking this as my cue to go, I unbuckled my seatbelt and when I was about to open the door, I heard the mechanism of the car locking it. Turning around to look at Hanma, I wordlessly asked if he needed anything else. His hand reached out towards me, “Your phone.”

“I didn’t record this or anything, I was not on a call with the police either, I-“ snatching it from my hand while I was rambling, Hanma tried to unlock it but instead was met with a locked screen. Hesitantly, I took it from his hand, mine being a lot shakier than his seeing how steady his were and unlocked it before giving it back to him. A minute passed and he handed the phone back to me, “We’ll be in contact. Things are gonna change for you, doll. Hope you’re ready for what’s coming.”

He was an unusual character, he was confusing, violent, and surely insane. All of those things added up in my mind, making me accidentally let it slip, “How can one be ready with you? Crazy man…” I said it all under my breath and huffed the last part as I pushed the door open. I let out a sigh when the door opened easily, part of me even thanked the man for not keeping me in any longer but I was still on my toes, certain he would say something else as I left the car, but he did not.

Grabbing my bag, I shuffled away from the car that still hadn’t moved and kept glancing over my shoulders until I reached the door where I struggled to put the key in the keyhole. At each failed attempt my frustration grew, the swears flooded out of my mouth easily and soon it turned into a stupid crying of frustration. “Fuck this, fucking shit-“ when the key finally fit, I hurried inside and locked the door behind me again but this time with the sliding lock, knowing full well I would struggle again too much to lock my door with the key seeing how tensed I still was.

The darkness of my home was what welcomed me. It was awful, it was cold and above everything it felt oppressive—my face was heating up, I was suffocating, my clothes were burning my skin, but I was also shaking. Fanning my face, I made my way to the bathroom with heavy steps, my breath was quickening, was it breathing or heaving? I needed to calm down, I needed to ground myself but I did not know how, this never happened but I felt like I was dying. I could not breathe, my lungs hurt at each intake of breath. “Fuck, fuck, shit, calm down“ I panted while taking off my clothes, I needed to take everything off, I wanted to burn them, it was filthy, disgusting and smelled wretched.

As I took off my top, I caught a whiff of the stench of the warehouse and let out a sob but did not let it stop me even if I could not breathe. I removed the rest of my clothes and knelt by the bath, leaning over to turn the shower on but did not wait for it to be warm to step inside and let it pour all over my dirtied body. The coldness made me take a deep breath that seemed to have helped with the panic attack I was having, but it did not help the crying, so I let it all out while I was washing up. What have I gotten myself into? What happens next? What am I supposed to do now? Is he going to ask me to kill someone? Am I going to have to use a gun? I didn’t want to do any of those, I only walked by something I had nothing to do with and—letting out a scream of frustration, I sat down in the bath and let the water rain on me. I ran my hands through my wet hair and placed my elbows on my knees, grunting again, “I don’t do gangs… I do numbers, I don’t have time to murder people…” I mumbled.

Letting my own words sink in, I let out a chuckle at first and focused my gaze on the wall in front of me then laughed again, shortly. I don’t have time to murder people, yeah… “Because if you had time you would?” I asked myself jokingly as I stood up, laughing again. Shaking my head, I shut the shower off and got out, almost slipping on the water that had splattered around the bath. I hadn’t taken time to put a towel on the floor or prepare anything, fortunately I managed to balance myself and took one from the closet. Once I was dry, I wrapped my robe around my form and stopped in front of the mirror, taking a proper look at the damage I had taken.

The scratch on my cheekbone was bruised, there was another bruise on my neck that I could probably hide with a turtleneck, the season allowed it, and if not with a turtleneck then a scarf would do the trick. Disrobing myself just to take a look at the rest of it, I had some bruises on my arms where I was grabbed to be moved roughly, without counting the pain on my ass but no one would see that. Passing my tongue over my teeth, I was glad as I still had all of them, but my jaw hurt, “Did I bite the inside of my cheek? At what moment could-“ A flashback of when the man slapped me with full force appeared in my mind, fueling me with a bad feeling of uneasiness as I put back my robe. “Bastard…” I huffed before opening the door of my bathroom and stepping inside the dark room again. Talking to myself, I continued, “Nothing’s stopping me from telling the police, who does he think he is? I could very well call them, yeah…” I paused in my steps and scoffed dryly, “Not that they’d listen.”

The news was always talking about the gangs in the city, telling us that the police were working on stopping them, but no one knew the people that were supposed to defend and help were a bunch of sellouts, bribed out idiots. The system we had put our trust in had decided to fuck us over and to leave us to ourselves, it was because of them that I was in this situation. It’s not like it had been hard to stumble upon one of their gang meetings. They might claim discretion, but if anyone could find them, it was anything but. “Who am I kidding? I am fucked,” I barked a laugh and turned on the light, “Guess I am a gang member-“ I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the man my thoughts were plagued with, sitting on my couch, his legs crossed with one ankle over a knee. “Not exactly, you still need to prove yourself. But I love the enthusiasm!” He said while placing an arm on the back of the couch and looking at me with a satisfied smile, not even fully facing me, only to look right ahead once he was done talking.

Usually, one would say don’t turn your back on your enemy, but he was the predator here, he had nothing to fear, I was the one shaking in my metaphorical boots. Deciding to not be useless, I was about to shuffle to the kitchen discretely when I saw him beckon me closer by bending his index finger. Thinking I could play it off as not having seen it, I took one step towards the kitchen when I heard him click his tongue over his teeth, “I said, come here.” Stopping dead in my tracks, I did not speak, and silently opened my bag to pull out my phone and start recording. His hand gripped the back of the couch and I heard him chuckle mockingly, “Ran said you were stupid, but we both know you’re not, now come.” Putting the phone properly on the furniture, I followed his order and walked up to him to stand right in front of him, my arms crossed over my chest to close my bathrobe up to my neck.

“How the fuck did you get in?” I spat. He was not driving, which meant he could not throw me out of a speeding car. He was not surrounded by other maniacs either, and if he had a gun and decided to shoot me, I would have proof of it. There was a semblance of safety, even amidst the fact that the man had broken in without caring. It led me to have some confidence.

The man grinned and leaned over, his elbows resting on his knees. His demeanor was one of a man in control, he knew he could do anything to me because I would bend, he said it himself, I was malleable. But not for lack of will, simply by fear. And if he kept bending me this much, I would not last long, I would break. As long as I feared him, he had the upper hand… but I was not feeling fearless yet. With a low chuckle, he simply said, “Broke in with pliers,” then showed me the pair of pliers lying on the couch. I glanced at my door and saw the chain of my lock was broken as he had said, but that loss of attention directed to him annoyed him. Snapping his fingers, he brought my attention back to him, “Here, you should make a double of your key-“ “I’m not doing that. First, you’ll pay me back for breaking my lock, then if you want to meet up for whatever you got planned for me, you pick a spot but not-“

My breath hitched when Hanma rapidly stood up, his form towering mine as he looked down at me with his hair falling randomly on his forehead. “We got a lotta confidence suddenly, don’t we? Go ahead, finish your sentence, I’m listening.” He cooed in a condescending tone, his face approaching mine as he hovered slightly over me. Looking up at him, I looked down to his chest feeling my confidence wane slightly. When I tried to step back, not liking how close he was to me, he placed his hand on my shoulder to stop me. “Come on partner, let it all out, you seem to have a lot on your mind. Keeping it all bottled up ain’t gonna end up well. We should get along if we’re gonna work together, yeah?” He said in a fake listening attitude, we both knew he didn’t care but I was riled up and clenched my fists.

“I don’t want you in my house, you’re a piece of shit. I don’t want to get along, I want you to fuck off—Get out.” I managed to say everything without stuttering, but his grip tightened on my shoulder, making me tense up even if it was not painfully tight. Simply knowing that nothing was holding him back, not his mind, nor his ethics, nothing. His mood was the turning point of his actions, which means one change of emotion could make him go feral and hit me, it scared me. Hissing mockingly, he tilted my chin up to make me look at him, a smirk adorning his face, “Make me leave then, do something about it.” Grabbing both my shoulders, he pushed me back slightly then spread his arms wide, a huge smile on his face, “Go ahead, I won’t do anything—it’s free hits,” He taunted. When I did not move, he pointed at his face and licked his lips like an animal looking at its next meal.

“Do it, show me your guts, little rat! I hit you right? I put a gun to your head, that must be so annoying, right?” Biting the inside of my cheek, I could feel my frustration building up inside me again. He had done all those things, and no regret was written on his face, none. He had killed a man, broken inside my house, manhandled me and hit me. He had mocked me, humiliated me, mistreated me and while it all happened in a short time span, I already felt strongly about him. Reminding myself all that, I hadn’t realized the hit that flew from my person until it landed on his jaw, my fist feeling like it had hit a wall. His face turned to the side by the end of the action.

Using the heel of his hand to wipe the blood that dripped from his mouth, he looked at me with hooded eyes and grinned, his teeth colored red, “That’s hot, but ye shouldn’t have done that.”

[Part 2]

[thefanficmonster]

Few Too Many

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, In-game violence and death, Suggestive comments

Genre: Protective fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Jealousy is a dangerous thing, especially when the jealous person is armed with a gun....in a game of Counter Strike. At least Y/N’s friend will now know not to mess around and flirt with her, especially not with Corpse around.

Requested by 🐐 Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it’s taken me so long to complete and post your request but here it finally is! I didn’t want to make it IRL violence to avoid triggering anyone while I also felt it’d be very ooc for Corpse to beat someone up but I still hope you enjoy the fic if you come across it and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Hey everyone!“ Y/N greets her squad as they all customize their characters while I sit there, observing and unknowing of what I’m supposed to do. “I invited Corpse to play with us today, hope y’all don’t mind.”

“Of course not! Nice to finally meet you, Corpse. We’ve heard a ton about you from Y/N, thanks for making our girl the happiest she’s ever been.“ One of her friends says, the tone of his voice suggesting he’s only half-joking with the dad like comment he made.

“Nice to meet you too, man. Glad I’m the one she gave the chance of making her happy. That’s all I ever wanna do.“ Though it may sound cheesy, as guys, her friends can probably read into how genuinely I mean what I’ve said.

Dating a girl with only guy friends has it’s pros and cons. Which outweigh which is still up for debate since I’m still researching, but so far so good in my opinion. This is the first time I’m interacting with them directly so I’ve still got a long way to go in terms of getting to know them and the details of their relationship with Y/N better. Regardless, I at least know they can easily understand me and put themselves in my shoes if I ever ‘mess things up’ with Y/N and she goes to complain to them - something that will most likely never happen. I’d never dare make this girl upset. Chances are, if I do, her friends won’t get to me on time - I would deliver my own punishment just the way I think I deserve it. However, there’s also the chance of them getting super protective of her and ganging up on me over something as small as a fight. By the many things and stories Y/N’s shared with me about them, I believe they wouldn’t think twice about kicking someone’s ass for her. They’re not massive dudes - I’ve seen pictures of them - but I for one don’t ever wanna see em angry.

“Ay bro, what’d you do to score our best girl? You must know what she likes. If so please, by all means, do tell.“ One of them, not the one who was previously talking, speaks up, his words making me furrow my brows in both confusion and irritation.

I open my mouth to complain as I slowly start cracking my knuckles when Y/N and her friends beat me to it. Thing is, Y/N’s friend group consists of three guys and her and yet four voices scolded the guy that made that suggestive comment. That being said, this guy probably isn’t considered to be one of her friends, at least not one that’s a permanent part of her friend group.

“Seth, cut it out!“ The guy I was previously speaking to says sharply before softening his tone to refer to me, “Sorry about my brother, excuse his lack of brain cells, please.“

Just then, I also receive a message from someone. Checking my phone, turns out it’s Y/N who by the way is currently in the living room while I’m in the recording room. Her text reads:

Y/N ~ Ignore Seth. I told Leo to not invite him but he’s still here somehow

I send her back a quick reassuring text before answering the guy I now know is named Leo, “No worries, it’s fine.”

“See? The guy can take a joke, you’re all just freaking out over nothing!“ Seth laughs, reminding me and the others of how loud he is compared to us.

Despite acting like it’s no big deal, I can’t help but admit to myself that this behavior of Seth’s has awoken a deeply buried suspicion of mine that’s not only mine but also arises in every guy whose girlfriend hangs out with a lot of guys. It’s not that I don’t trust Y/N - she could literally blindfold me and tell me to walk through a pool of lava, promising it wouldn’t hurt and I’d do it - but we all know about that saying that every guy in a group with one girl has liked said girl at least once.

Disturbing to think these four, including Seth five, dudes could’ve possibly been my competition at some point. It’s nice that they’re all super chill about it, mostly cause some of them have girlfriends as I was told.

Nevertheless, we get over that hiccup and carry on with the small talk and preparations for the game. Since it’s my first time playing CSGO, Y/N, Leo and her other friend Clancy explain the mechanics to me in detail to avoid me getting confused mid-game and getting myself killed. When they finish, we start the round and wait for the game’s algorithm to separate us into two teams which Y/N jokingly refers to as cops and robbers. Unfortunately, the end result of that separation ends up being me getting put in the terrorists’ force with Leo and Clancy while Y/N’s with the FBI, partnered with Seth and her other friend Evan.

“Alright, team, we shall now disperse. Corpse, remember, if you see more than one of them, radio in and lay low, we’ll be with you as soon as possible.“ Leo informs me as he runs off in one direction, Clancy going in the opposite. I confirm I understand and go along my way too, heading for this ancient looking structure that looks like it could belong in an old-timey movie. 

Walking in, I realize the place is way bigger than it appeared on the outside. A quick look up confirms that there are three fucking floors above, not to mention that the ground floor is huge. Luckily, there are many crates and barrels to hide behind if I come across an FBI agent. I sure as hell hope it’s Y/N, I could maybe even try talking her into giving me a second chance at life and pretend she never saw me. Come to think of it though, I’d probably prefer getting killed by her rather than her friends - especially Seth.

Given that we’re in a Discord call, I can hear all the conversation going on. They are all quiet though, I can just periodically hear the mumbles of someone muttering to themselves as they navigate the map cautiously out of fear of running into their opponent unprepared. The silence is put to an end though when Seth speaks up, addressing Y/N.

“Yo, your boyfriend’s with the terrorists, ain’t he? That’s like the universe giving you a sign that y’all shouldn’t be together.“ The fucker laughs at his own joke while I can literally hear Y/N rolling her eyes.

“Have you heard of Romeo and Juliet, Seth?“ She asks sarcastically, almost getting a chuckle out of me but I suppress it to avoid getting caught listening in.

“Yeah, they both die at the end. Fucking boooriiinngg.“ Just then, I spot two silhouettes entering the building. Aiming my gun at them reveals their names - just the people I’m currently involuntarily eavesdropping on. Seth and Y/N don’t notice me though so I quickly duck behind a crate and prepare to radio in when Seth continues verbally torturing Y/N and dancing on my last nerves, “I personally think the friends-to-lovers trope is far more interesting...“

Did this guy just- no, he’s gotta be fucking kidding me

I’m left with my jaw hanging in disbelief at this guy’s audacity. I have no doubt Y/N’s about to put him in his place herself but I just gotta have my own chat with this guy. And by ‘chat’ I mean I mindlessly rush out from behind the crate towards where I saw him and Y/N and open fire on him.  I hear his startled and upset screams with Y/N’s laughter in the background. She doesn’t try to stop me as a teammate of his should and would, instead she just observes the scene unfold, laughing her ass off.

“Yo man what the fuck was that for?!“ I hear Seth’s yell but only faintly since the sound of gunshots is still echoing through my headphones. Yeah, I’m not done shooting this fucker.

“Corpse...Corpse, buddy...“ Y/N manages through fits of laughter she cannot tame, “That’s a few too many bullets, he’s already dead.”

“And that was a few too many comments for him to be let off the hook.” I answer as sharply as I can with the new-formed smile on my face. What can I say, her happiness is contagious.

“Well, you got your first kill in CSGO. Good job, babe! I’m super proud of you!” She cheers for me, clapping her hands excitedly. 

“Nah that was my first overkill.“ I quickly add, with a more threatening tone: “And it won’t be my last.”

“Let’s just hope there aren’t few too many of these overkills either.“ She snickers.

“That doesn’t depend on me, babe.“ I say smugly, suggestively enough for Seth to pick up the dropped hint. Mother fucker’s officially been put in his place and I couldn’t possibly be happier - with the added bonus of getting a ton of laughter out of Y/N who also decides to walk away, leaving me unharmed but promising to shoot to kill next time she sees me.

I’m ok with that. She could kill me anyday.

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