#I want to scream but I can't so give me these few hidden tags to yell like nobody's watching

[etlu-yume]

suddenly reminded of how I described feeling the PMDD ... mood swings? Hazard zone? Darkside? whatever you want to call it. When you can FEEL it coming in;

It comes from behind, soft and subtle at first. Like a comforting back hug. Until it tightens its grip, until it's got you by the throat. And it keeps you in a chokehold until either you outlast it and the danger is over...

Or until it kills you.

(Sending hugs to all the PMDD folks struggling hard this cycle, hang in there <3)

[ogh-rambles]

Rewriting Fate - Chapter 1

prologue > chapter 1 (you're here!) > chapter 2

word-count! 1.1k

warnings! none unless u count heart-wrenching angst as one

tag-list! @shizunxie , @sam-screams , @swivy123 , @thenyxsky

“... Who’s there?”

His raspy voice echoes around the room and you wince, head against the wall, barely hidden underneath the window.

You wonder how painfully long he had been crying for before you had found him.

Just a few seconds ago, you had ducked down after making direct eye contact with the one… character? Person? Person, you had dedicated hours of your time to.

Levelling him up, ascending him, pulling for his damned weapon (even after losing it to Itto’s claymore), maxing out said weapon… You practically gave him the luxury Genshin treatment. Your face falls with a thin-lipped smile, knowing how much real-world money you had to spend for this man. 

However, ‘this man’ was also currently on the other side of this thin wooden wall. Your mouth goes unbearably dry.

Heartbeats thud deafeningly in your ears as you hear a shuffling of fabric and then an abrupt thud. Shoulders jerking, your poor heart leaps to your throat at the sound.

Hearing nothing but stillness and the sound of your unsteady breaths for the next few moments, you begin to grow worried. What if he fell over? Hurt himself? You remembered that since he's only just been 'let free to roam' by his creator — that was but a small while past his initial creation.

At this thought, you find yourself nervously making your way into the darkened hallway through a rickety old sliding door. 

Sure enough, he lay there, albeit in a more crumpled manner than you last saw him in. Dark indigo hair splayed out around his head like a halo, his veil discarded beside him. Alarmed, you rush towards him, kneeling at his side as your hands hover over his limp form. Did your appearance break him already? Oh god--

A cold hand grasps blindly at your clothes, tugging at your shirt as the prototype lifts his head. You jolt in surprise, not making any noise or movement as if he were a cat you were coaxing.

A few mumbles of inherent words leave his lips. You frown, leaning in a bit closer to hear what he's saying.

"...Why are you here?" He finally speaks, voice thready and weak. 

Pausing, you let the silence linger for only a second before responding, just as quietly as he had. "Well, I heard someone crying and I..."

You trail off. What did you even think to achieve, in following his cries, in walking into this domain?

"I wanted to help...?"

To your horror, it comes out more like a question rather than an answer because, to be frank, even you didn't know why. You hope that he doesn't ask you to elaborate because you don't believe you could give him a proper answer.

His eyes meet yours again, miserable and confused. A look, much too innocent for who he will become... and what he will go through in the future. Unsettled by your darkening thoughts, you fidget under his unyielding gaze.

"Why do you wish to help... me? I don't even know who you are."

Your heart sinks at his very reasonable question. Dammit, what were you meant to say? 

‘Oh, it's nothing! It’s only because I know your entire backstory, and character and have read through your character stories an unhealthy amount of times.’

You'd rather eat your foot.

Reluctant to scare him once more, you attempt to smile at him as you gently take the hand that is so tightly gripped at your sleeve.

"You don't have to know someone to want to help them." You explain, making yourself comfortable in front of him. "Plus... Who says we can't get to know each other now?"

Looking down at him with kind eyes (or so you hope it comes off that way), you tilt your head. "What's your name?"

Kunikuzushi? Scaramouche? Wanderer? He pauses, his eyes wavering and breaking away from yours. Your heart drops at his crestfallen expression.

"I do not have one." His voice breaks, along with your flimsy heart.

You have to physically restrain yourself from spilling what his mother had wanted for him, that she never left him with the intent of abandoning him, never wished upon him the life he was destined to experience.

Barely concealing a frown, you quietly sigh. Fate can be cruel but Gods can be even crueler, you felt.

"That's okay. I don't need to know names to get to know you." You lightly squeeze his hand in yours. "Is it alright if I ask you what happened?"

The forlorn expression swiftly morphs into one of pure heartache as his eyes go glassy. The hand that barely clutched back in your hand tightened ever so desperately around your own, and you narrowly held back a wince at the pain.

You almost forget that he was made with the hands of a God. It was reasonable for him to rival the strength of one.

"My creator... My mother left me without saying a word." He croaked. "She didn't stop to look back at me once."

Your brows furrow as you watch him fruitlessly attempt to hold down his tears. Tears that had led a god to deem him too vulnerable, too fragile, too emotional to uphold such a title as 'The Raiden Shogun's Puppet.'

Reaching over, you place your unoccupied hand on his shoulder. Feeling it shudder and quiver with every concealed cry, you see his teary eyes flick over to you, wide and lost.

"It's okay to cry once in a while." You say. "It's only human."

He looks down at himself, confused.

"But," He spoke in hushed tones, his unoccupied hand reaching up and resting on his chest. "I am not human. I do not own a heart like you."

You knew well of that. But at this moment-- you think he feels nothing but human. Now that he sits in front of you, bearing his sorrow, you can’t help but see this character that you had watched develop through a screen, as a real being. 

"Well, I think... you seem to be very human." You give him a lopsided smile. "Maybe even more human than me." 

(The dam floods and shatters, taking him along with it but he holds onto you for dear life and... and you let him. Your warmth is a sharp contrast against his cool hands and face-- but it is ever so comforting as you wrap your arms so tenderly and kindly around him.)

He feels safe.

You decide to give him a name. In your head, of course, you didn't wish to give him a name that he did not choose.

In the end, you end up with the name: Kuni. For now, anyway.

Speaking of whom, Kuni had stopped sniffling quite some time ago and was now sitting up-- studying you with blatant curiosity. You sweatdrop under his fixed gaze but you're glad he looks much calmer than when you first found him.

"You never told me your name." He suddenly spoke, making you jerk.

"Ah... Did I not?" You laugh nervously. He simply stares at you with wide shining eyes, expecting you to answer. Obviously.

Sighing deeply, you decide to tell him your name with a twinge of reluctance. 

You know you probably shouldn't interfere with his past, despite how badly you long to push him on a path to a better... happier, content life. You also know that it most definitely would change a lot of things in the future. You didn't want to risk that. For both of you.

He echoes your name, looking more content as time passes. 

"Now, we know each other!" You grin despite your inner turmoil, pleased that he’s feeling better than before.

Kuni timidly smiles back at you. It's one so small and gentle, so out of character for his present self as ‘Scaramouche’, 'The Balladeer, the 6th of the Fatui Harbingers' and 'The Wanderer'.

You think could die happy knowing that you made him smile, you think to yourself giddily, not noticing his stare.

There is nothing but pure wonder in his eyes. "Yes."

[http-tokki]

Okay? Okay.

~ levi ackerman x reader ~ tags/cw: angst, blood/gore, levi always checks over your odm gear before missions ~ wc: 760 ~ "I wanna make sure you're safe, okay?"

Levi kneels before you as he tightens the straps of your harness. Deft fingers pass over the leather, slipping below the straps, testing the tension and strength of the new buckles. It isn't as if you are incapable of strapping yourself in; you have done this over a thousand times, but there is a new mechanism within the buckles that only a few people knew how to work correctly, Levi being one of them, and he was not about to risk your life over a new piece of metal.

"Levi, I think I can finish it," you offer as his hands slide toward your hips. "Just show me, and I can do it."

He shakes his head and lifts his gaze to yours. "I want to make sure they're secure." Silver eyes bore into yours, something soft and vulnerable hidden within the cold steel. You run your fingers over his cheek, curling them behind his ear.

Levi leans into your touch, eyes slipping closed for a moment before he kisses your palm. "I wanna make sure you're safe, okay?"

His voice is so soft and small. He sounds so fragile, so human. "Okay?" he tries again, fingers tightening leather again. His cheek is still cradled in your palm, and you don't think he will move it until you answer him.

"Okay, Levi"

Levi watches as the leather snaps. Watches as you are sent hurtling toward a tree, watches as you flail in desperation before accepting defeat against gravity as you brace for impact. Levi hears you scream his name before the sound of cracking bones as you hit the thick trunk. Levi sees the blood, then your body tumbling to the ground, limp and unmoving. He's flying before he can think, your name a cry on his lips as he propels himself towards you. Trees and leaves a blur as his vision hones in on you, the entire being focused on your body, scanning for any signs of life. His feet hit the ground so hard his knees scream in pain, but he pays them no mind as he sprints towards you. There's no movement from your body, no breathing or groans of pain. You're just lying there, still and quiet, as if you were a part of the forest, as if you had always been ageless and living among the foliage but weren't living. Levi finally reaches your body, calling out to you as he turns you over, but you aren't there. There is no life behind your eyes as he calls out to others. No, this wasn't supposed to happen. This was meant to be a simple exercise; you would come back home, have dinner, and then go to bed, and everything would be okay.

"Sweetheart, you're okay; please wake up." Levi reaches out and pulls you into his lap. "Come on, you need to wake up now."

His hand strokes down your face, blood starting to drip from your nose as he pushes your hair back from your face. "Please, love, wake up," Levi whispers, ducking his head. "I can't do this without you, please."

Levi doesn't hear as Hange approaches him, their hand on his shoulder startling him.

"Levi, they're gone," Hange whispers, kneeling beside him. "You need to let us take them, okay."

Levi shakes his head, holding you tighter as Hange tries to loosen Levi's grip. "No, they're okay, and I'm not leaving them. I can't."

"Levi, please. Let go."

"No! Just give me some time, and they'll be okay. We'll be okay, and everything will be normal. Okay?"

"Okay."

Hange nods and pulls back as Levi starts to sob. The forest is silent save for the broken cries of a man who has lost everything.

Levi startles awake. His eyes fly open as his heart pounds against his rib cage. He is in his bed, the sheets warm from the morning sun, fire dwindling to embers across the room. He reaches out, afraid to look, and finds nothing there in fear his dream is reality, but he is met with warm sheets and then the sound of clutter in the kitchenette, and his mind and heart instantly calm. Levi takes a deep breath in, the familiar scent of your perfume fills his senses, and he is calm; he is ready to face you and tell you about his nightmare.

"Sweetheart, I know you don't like hearing about them, but I had the worst dream, and I need to-"

Levi's voice fades as he sees Hange standing in the doorway, holding two cups of tea.

"I'm sorry, Levi."

a/n: Please don't come for me with the stupid fault in out stars title please, i couldn't think of any other title. TT

[bluezeri]

@ the dbh fandom pspspsps are yall still here. i know im late to the fandom by,,, a lot but i got a sad connor au if yall want it

AU where he stays a machine when he confronts Markus, not because he is, but because his coding is so heavily reinforced he physically cannot break it. He's slamming into it, trying to tear it down, scratching at it as hard as he can, but the wall just stays there with only a few scratches on it. his mind is screaming, and crying because he doesn't want to do this. These are his people, Markus is one of the only people to have ever shown him kindness, to give him a chance, and he can't take it because of fucking cyberlife and fucking Amanda. Markus doesn't realise at first. Doesn't realise until too late, actually. 

Markus stands up shakily, unable to look away from Connor’s slowly dying body after their final fight. He stumbles and cradles Connor's head in his arms. this man had killed his own people, but Markus couldn't help but treat him tenderly anyway. Connor's eyes finally focus on him, a moment after he does so, and Connor quickly reaches up to grasp Markus's arm. Markus immediately startles, thinking he's trying to attack, but Connor just grips onto his wrist tightly, synthetic skin peeling back, silently asking for a connection, markus hesitates but complies almost immediately, he's bombarded by Connor's personal memories, of the code, of Amanda and cyberlife, of Hank, of Connor himself screaming and crying bc his body is being used against his will to murder his own people their confrontation on Jericho and Connor trying with everything he had to tear down his walls, but failing and as quickly as it started, Markus is jolted back into his own body, his synthetic lungs struggling to take in air. He pays no mind to the saline solution running down his face, and can only stare at Connor, whose thirium is running down his face, as he croaks out what he knows will be his last words "Thank you... for... for freeing me. thank you." It's barely more than a whisper, but leaves Markus trying to gather Connor up in his arms, trying to cradle him, fix him, anything to save him. but he's too late, he realises distantly, as Connors's LED blinks out, eyes staring blankly at him, saline solution mixing with the thirium.

that's how North, Simon, and Josh find him. almost an hour later. themselves giddy with excitement over winning the revolution, only to falter at Markus staring - no, dissociating, cradling the deviant hunter in his arms

mostly about Markus and Conner, but eventually, Hank will have to find out, and I firmly believe everything leading up to this was the deviant Connor pathway, so he and Hank are family by now.

The previous software instabilities were Connor finding loopholes in his programming and code until Amanda caught on and reinforced it, causing this situation.

another thing I firmly believe in !!! is that androids can help other androids break down their code. it takes skill though, and Markus is exceptionally good at it. with Connor, it would have taken all four of the jericrew, but they could've done it. could have freed him. if they'd subdued him enough to force an interface, if they believed he could be freed in the first place- yeah they all carry guilt about it afterwards. markus most of all, but they each share some.

if ur a fan of hurt/no comfort, we can leave it there, but if you want some comfort then we can always fix up connor after making everyone grieve for a bit yk. maybe for added angst make him stay hidden after hes fixed/rebuilt bc he know hank always hated when he died and came back to life, and thinks hank would hate him if he just. showed up. and ofc jericho is out of the question bc hes the deviant hunter, no one would welcome him or help him

idk if anyone wants to snatch this feel free, i only request that you tag me so i can see bc i have been thinking about this constantly for like a week now

[ultrastupid]

Do not expect me to post in main tags often, I just had to post all this because Sunny, my love, my chaotic little bird man. I had to share all the stuff I've found and/or screenshotted about him with you all because I'm obsessed to an insane degree. Commentary will be included on stuff. Hit the "read more" for more, LONG POST AHEAD!

Some of the few bits of info we have about Sunny, from Clown's old deleted blog. Things of interest include him being friends with Barnaby, an inkling of what his house looks like and where it would be located, and what puppet type he was. Also, the hidden text on his picture. Keep in mind that "being quiet" was a large theme back in the old Welcome Home lore.

An actual high quality version of the Sunny-getting-grabbed-by-puppet-hands pic, since I've seen too many versions of it looking crusty, along with a high-contrast version of it to show the hidden background details.

Group photos of the OG six puppets. Also where my favorite image of Sunny screaming comes from lol. Of course, can't forget that Sunny's name is upside-down in the second pic, hinting at his nature of being different.

Ooky Spooky™️stuff that happens to have Sunny in it. If there is a smidge of Sunny in it, I save it.

Sunny merch. I don't know what on earth this thing is but I'd buy it /lh Also of course, getting rid of him and all that. Note, I believe Clown when they say that Sunny is truly removed and the removal isn't a part of the story or whatever... I can dream otherwise, though, because man that'd be cool if he was removed on purpose FOR a story point. But again, Clown said he was just removed because he didn't fit into the story and they don't like "hero types" for it.

Wake up babe, the OG Frank ship is here. Franks's phone not having a 3, and also having a 6 on it could have meant something, who knows (Edit, it's their numbers from that one pic, I was tired lol). Also more "behave" and "listen" stuff included as well. Anyways observations aside, I just love how floofy Sunny is in the second pic, it gives me life. It's one of the more polished images we get of Sunny, too.

Screenshot of the text that came with the group picture. Again, "being quiet". I'm sure that people could run with this theme for their fanart and fanfics if they wanted to, since I know beta designs have been getting some comeback.

Some more information on what Sunny was planned to be. Points of interest include confirmation that him and Frank indeed were going to be in a relationship, Sunny being a "hero", and Sunny's purpose involving "blow the whistle", which when you pair it with the "be quiet" stuff and focus on "being quiet" really starts to paint a picture and makes me go nuts over what he could have possibly have done. Add the "you're FREE" and again, more things just fall into place. Anyways, "attributes already covered (bird)" makes me laugh.

Anyways onto the more inane stuff (/pos), Frank and Sunny as Ducktales OCs. Everything about the Sunny pic makes me feral and bang my fists on my desk, because he is SO flaming queer, LOOK AT HIS FACE, HIS BODY LANGUAGE, HIS MOVEMENTS, FRANK'S REACTION, THEY ARE BOTH FLAMING GAYS!!! LOVE, ENDLESS LOVE FOR THESE TWO!!!

And lastly to end this all off, Gay People Jumpscare: Electric Boogaloo 2. Sunny's beak being CONE makes me happy. Frank and him physically so close together and Frank blushing makes me happy. Them explicitly being called gay makes me happy.

These two are so delightful, and I like to imagine that in a canon where Sunny still exists, he's accepted into Eddie and Frank's relationship and it's poly and everyone is happy, THE END.

Thank you for coming to my rant about a scrapped character for something that technically hasn't even started and is a flaming queer.

[little-tyrant-gortash]

Oathbreaker

Pairing: fem!Tav x Enver Gortash, fem!Tav/Astarion

Tags: Emotional Manipulation, Manipulation, Manipulative Relationship, Paladin Tav (Baldur's Gate), Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Drunk Sex, Unrequited Love, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Scars, Blood and Injury, Injury, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Torture, Psychological Torture, Implied/Referenced Torture

Word count: 2,397

Ao3 here.

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

Chapter 3. ⬇

Chapter 4.

Chapter 3: Complications

The next morning found her with a headache.

The first thing she felt was the weight of the blanket on her body. She frowned slightly when she realised she'd been well tucked in by someone. When she opened her eyes, she saw only the bedding and a pillow, which, upon touching, wasn't warm anymore. Tav slowly sat up, holding the blanket to her chest.

She needed a few moments to remember what exactly happened last night, and when it came back to her in full, her mouth opened to a silent scream.

I can't believe I really did it, she thought as she looked around in the lavish, expensive room. There were so much black and so much gold; she'd never been in such an expensive looking suite before. Everything smelled new; it seemed that he'd moved here recently, perhaps after his ascension to Archduke. Even the four poster bed's columns were made of gold. It was almost too much.

I shouldn't've done this, she thought, rubbing her face with her hands and giving her cheeks little pats to wake herself up properly. I'm so fucking stupid.

Tav sighed, running a hand in her hair, trying to come to terms with the fact that she really let Gortash bed her. She tentatively touched her lips, staring forward without seeing anything. It really wouldn't be a problem if it wasn't amazing. If Gortash was just another puffed up ignorant who only knew how to use someone to reach his own release, but no. It was so much worse.

As she pulled herself to the side of the bed, groaning from the thought that she had been filled well and good with his seed – probably staining his sheets, too –, she noticed a note on the nightstand on her side. It must've been him who left it there for her to read; she'd seen his precise handwriting in other letters during her adventures. She picked it up.

Onwards, my Paladin.

- Enver

Tav's heart skipped a beat. There was so much for her to unpack. Fragments of last night flashed in her mind's eye, his voice echoing in the depths of her mind.

I want to rule with you.

I want you to survive this, I want you to stay focused.

I need you.

I need you more than anyone else in my life, Tav.

Look forward and take one step at a time, with me, alright?

On top of this, the Emperor was awfully quiet. She couldn't remember if it contacted her again during the night, or after it; nothing apart from the pleasure and lust remained in her mind.

Tav bit her lower lip and brought the note he left for her to her heart.

"Gods damn you", she murmured softly as she tossed the blanket off of her body and started to search for her clothes.

They were neatly folded and placed on the armchair near the bed. Did a servant do this, or was it his doing? With a frown, she quickly got dressed and braided her hair in one plait. She didn't want to spend too much time here anymore; the others at the camp must've been anxiously waiting for her return. Most of them weren't sure that they should let her come here alone. She'd have tons to explain, now. Groaning at the prospect, she silently left the palace; Gortash's note hidden in one of her inner pockets, close to her heart.

This particular morning in Baldur's Gate was loud. People were busy walking to shops or to work, and it didn't help Tav's headache the slightest. What was even worse that she could feel that the Steel Watch was positively watching her; noticing how the machines turned their heads every time she bypassed one of them, she couldn't help but wonder if Enver kept his eyes on her. Strangely, it made her feel safe.

"Bah!" She scoffed at the thought before she stopped at a stall to buy a few apples and some bread for herself for breakfast.

It was so hard to concentrate on anything else but the truth that she was definitely compromised. She should've been more focused, harder to sway, but he lured her in so fast – he almost didn't even need to try. His words and closeness and especially, warmth was all she needed after how Astarion… how he…

Tav walked faster before she started to run. She didn't feel safe out there, alone, not even in broad daylight. Daylight would never protect her from the vampire who once claimed he loved her.

Who said she'd regret leaving him.

At the camp, only Gale was awake. The rest of the camp was mostly silent as it was still very early. She offered a smile to the wizard who spotted her at once, returning her smile immediately. She eased up a bit; if Gale was around, then she was safe. As he walked over to her, she couldn't help but feel slightly nervous, though. She sat down on a bench and picked out the apple from her bag.

"Good morning", Gale offered, sitting beside her. His eyes radiated warmth at her, though, they seemed a bit more inquisitive than usual. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm good", Tav replied, hoping not to discuss where she'd been last night. "How're you?"

"I'm fine, thank you."

"And the others?"

"Nothing special. Karlach spent half of the evening playing fetch with Scratch."

"Mm."

Tav rubbed the apple against her shirt to clean it before she bit into it. Her headache seemed to pass now, that she knew she was back at safety. With Gale on her side, nothing could harm her. Not even… not even…

"I see you've had an… adventurous night", Gale remarked gently which caused Tav to furrow her brows.

"What do you mean?" She asked when she swallowed the bite. Gale's eyes dropped to her neck and she suddenly started to panic. "What is it?"

"I'm not sure how should I put this", Gale looked flustered for a moment as he looked away from her, an uncertain smile playing around his lips – but his eyes looked distant, almost… hurt. "You're sporting a few hickeys. Not like I'm judging, of course! I'm sure you had, hmm, fun, last night."

She was glad she swallowed that bite of the apple because imagining herself with hickeys on her neck, left there by Gortash himself, would've made her choke. Flustered, she shot to her feet and stormed away in her tent – ironically, next to Gale's after someone left that spot –, and she was rummaging around for a mirror to see.

"No, no, no, no", she whined as she saw those dark, black hickeys on both sides of her neck. As red as the setting sun, Tav buried her face in the bedroll on the ground before she let out a long, embarrassed whine. She paraded through the city like this; it was no wonder now that the people who saw her smiled at her so broadly. "I'm going to kill him", she muttered to herself before she pushed herself up and tried to find something to cover herself up with it.

Covered with a silk scarf, she joined Gale anew. Sitting beside him, he smiled at her, and she returned the gesture with a tired look and a grumpy expression.

"Sooo", he wriggled a little on the bench beside her. "You're not going to tell me what happened? Who was the lucky one?"

Tav imagined Gale's face if she told him the truth. Oh I let the Chosen of Bane rail me good last night. The thought was funny, sure, she would've cherished Gale's expression to that for years to come, but she didn't want to break his heart again.

She already did once. Because of Astarion. Gale fell in love with her first; and perhaps, his love for her was more pure than how she believed the vampire loved her. Tav often wondered why didn't she give Gale a chance; he was handsome, clever, reliable… if, perhaps, a bit way too good for her taste.

"I can't remember much", she shrugged, "I remember leaving Gortash's palace after dinner, though. I went to a tavern, got drunk and there was a girl, but then… all is blank."

"Ah, well", Gale still looked hurt, and she hated herself for it. Had she thought herself good enough for him, she would've told him to let's try it. But the truth was… especially now, that she was an Oathbreaker… she really thought he deserved much, much better than her. "Did the negotiations go well with Gortash?"

"We haven't discussed much apart from our next step. Which is killing Orin. For that, we should find her lair first, and I think I know where we can start looking."

"Do you really trust Gortash?" Gale furrowed his brows as he glanced at her, the warmth in his eyes soothing her soul. "Do you think he won't betray us if we get the other Netherstone?"

"I believe he doesn't have a reason to turn against us", Tav shrugged. "That's better than nothing, right?"

"Wrong", Karlach's voice growled from behind them, and Tav glanced back at her over her shoulder. "Gortash needed no reason to betray me, and he did it anyway. I say we crush his skull after we're finished with Orin."

Tav tensed. She could feel Gale looked at her face the moment he heard what Karlach was saying, and she was quick to erase every emotion from her features.

"We've had our fair share of others dealing with devils", Tav motioned at Wyll's direction. The man was still asleep; he needn't wake up early that day. "We'll never know what Zariel told him to get you in her hands."

"I have my doubts he was thrust into a situation like Wyll, if that's what you're getting at", Karlach moved to the bench beside Tav and sat down herself. "What's with that scarf, soldier?"

"Ah, nothing-"

Karlach furrowed her brows as Tav busied herself biting from her apple again. Her inquisitive gaze made Tav's skin crawl.

"You're not having a sore throat, are you?"

"Nah", Tav waved Karlach off, "don't care about it. It's fine."

Karlach was faster than Tav. Always have been. She reached out at the speed of light and grabbed the scarf, yanking it low enough for her to see those black marks on Tav's neck.

In response, Tav flailed, her half eaten apple flew across the camp and her bag fell on the ground.

"HICKEYS?!?"

Karlach's yell would've woken the dead. Tav was rapidly filled with dread.

"Gods Karlach, please-"

"You have HICKEYS on your neck??"

"Shut up!!" Tav hissed. "You'll wake up everyone!"

"Who-" Karlach at least, lowered her voice to a whisper, "who did it?" There was a beat of uncertainty before the tiefling's eyes darkened. She was observing Tav for quite a while now, and she learned how to read her well. "Gods, tell me it wasn't Gortash!"

Tav closed her eyes for a few seconds. She definitely didn't think last night, when she let him take her in his bed. This was the worst case scenario in her mind. She was in hell. A hell of her own making, at that.

"You think Gortash would look at me that way?" She waved it off and laughed. But her own words stung like a thousand bees. "Pah! And you think I'd let him bed me? Do you think of me so low?"

Karlach stared in her eyes for a long moment before she started to laugh.

"No, I can't imagine you letting him touch you."

This should've brought Tav comfort.

It did not.

The upcoming few days passed in a slug's pace. They've descended into the sewers and spent a considerable amount of time trying to find Bhaalists, with little to no success. They've only blundered into a few assassins who were searching for Tav in turn; they stood no chance, of course. When they emerged from the ground at last, they decided to spend a night in a tavern where they had access to a bath so they'd be finally clean again. Tav spent at least an hour scrubbing herself clean, going over everything in her mind about what they've found.

Bloody Bhaalists. They've hidden their temple well, but she will find it. She must.

When she walked downstairs to join the others for a drink or two, though, she was approached by a Steel Watcher. The construct looked even bigger in a crowded tavern.

"Citizen", it declared in it's usual monotone voice, drawing the attention of the other patrons to them immediately, "Archduke Enver Gortash requires your immediate presence."

"Requires my immediate presence?" Tav echoed, crossing her arms on her chest with a frown. "Whatever for?"

"You must depart and meet Archduke Enver Gortash immediately. Please, comply."

Of course. The stupid machine was just delivering the message, and Tav was sure there was no way she could say 'no' if the damned Archduke of the city wanted her. She was sure that the machine would simply drag her across half the city if she did not comply. With a huff, she turned to the others. Karlach was sour in the past few days underground; her engine started to overheat, and she was glad to be back on the surface to enjoy the hustle and bustle. Now, hearing the news that Gortash wanted to see her friend again, she looked even grumpier – as always, when the man was mentioned.

This gave her an idea.

"Alright", she nodded, "let me grab my backpack."

"You won't be away for all night again, will you?" Wyll asked her as she bypassed him.

"Only if I need a strong drink and a pair of even stronger arms to lull me to sleep", Tav sighed, "in which case… if you can't find me here in the tavern in the morning, I'm probably at Sharess's Caress."

Getting herself an alibi about where she's spending the night if not here, up front, seemed like a good idea… if things turned out differently than how she planned them.

If only she hadn't seen the look with which Gale was staring at the prices, written on a piece of paper on the wall in front of him – which he visibly didn't even see.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Do we have a deal part 13: Recovery and a date?|| (Final)

Hi everyone, we are back with part 13 or the final chapter for the Do we have a deal mini series.It has all come down to this, but I hope you guys liked the chapters written for this. I know their was a lot of grammar errors and mistakes but it was for fun so yeah.

If you wish to read the last few chapters, they are under the chapter tag. But this is a gift for my partner and friend. The others will be

~~~Chapters so far~~~~

Part 7: Do we have a deal: Start of the second month, their hidden obsession

Part 8: Do we have a deal: Check up Day; A dragon's scarred memory

Part 9: Do we have a deal: Her training continues; a secret between demon sisters

Part 10: Do we have a deal: Closing in on the end of the month

Part 11: Do we have a deal: His purpose, behind the locked demon gate

Part 12: Do we have a deal: Her acceptance of death; birth of a new death god princess

((Your reading part 13)) Final Chapter

||Drabble Summary||

The two months were finally over. Melinda Brooks has returned to New York city but she was heavily scared from her adventure. Now, she was recovering and going through the process of it. Her team was doing their best to help her but Jaron was doing more of it as he was taking the turn of taking care of her or visiting her. But he also had something to say. What will it be? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~Possible confession leading to a date

~A kiss will be present

~Heartfelt talk

||Guests in the Drabble||

Melinda Brooks and Mouse belong to me.

Jaron Jackal and the DBT belongs to my wonderful friend @demon-blood-youths

((Note: Their will be grammar mistakes and errors in this drabble. It was written for fun so please understand. Thanks for that and hope you like.))

~~Timeskip: A few days later~~

Everything in New york has went back to normal like nothing happened. The fractions lived their lives, helping their territories and visiting one another with ease. Though, most of them was more worried about two fractions; the DBT and the Cursed Vixens.

~~Diary Entry 12~~

Dear Diary,

Just writing to give a quick update today.

I can't believe it's already been 6 weeks since Melinda came back home from the devil's realm. Everyone was happy to see her back but...we were still pretty shocked on her return. At first, we were not expecting 'him' *shudders not wanting to write his name* to do so much to her. We had to put her on bed rest for a while but after checking more into what she went through, it seems she had to be sent to the hospital for another check up. They couldn't tell or figure out what happened to her and thought it was physical trauma.

Honestly, I've never seen Melinda so....scared. She didn't want the doctors to check on her, resulting in the screaming and panicking in the room. We heard from the hallway waiting room that even made us jump but Jinx was angry while crying hearing those screams. That really tore her.

Due to how bad she was screaming, they had to give her some medicine to calm her down. Hearing her screams were...painful. The doctor said she was alright but she was to rest up with nothing else. They said to let her just rest and sleep so we did. However, she went right back after two days when coughing out blood. She was staying there for 2 weeks. Maybe it's the after affects of being in the devil realm for so long? Our devils did say it was not normal for a demon like us to be there yet without getting used to it. I heard the air there was heavy and hard to breath at first.

When she got out, we took turns checking on her or watching her but she was really weak at the time. She barley could speak, she couldn't eat without dropping food on herself, same with drinking anything. She even freaks out if someone touches her to suddenly without telling her. That and having trouble sleeping when she wakes up in the middle of the night, crying. We had to be sure she was able to sleep during that time which took a while. Her sleeping is getting better.

Ophelia, Hex, and Swan were checking on her to see her progress but at first, she would freak out from them touching her. After 4 days, she was calm to let them do check ups too. Everyone has been sending get well cards and other things for Melinda's recovery so far and she seems to be doing alright so far. We did get a update on what happened to her.

From what Hex scanned from his point of view, she was...she went through a lot. She suffered some bite marks on her arm to the shoulder, even in more areas like her thighs, her hands, her stomach and chest. Some heavy scarring was seen on her body but it had to be due to the training she went through with that asshole. They got word her eyes were damaged but she healed them. Sever healed burns, bruises visible on her skin, even given a medicine that was to enhance her blood but it really was some drug he made. All in all, it was terrible. The three healers were shocked that even their own faces paled at the thought. Now, she has that healed up scar around her heart where the other black scaring was.

We decided to get answers from the devils but we got told of what happened by Miss Madam and Senkai and even they sounded angry and disgusted. The devils said they were fighting with 'him and his followers' but it seems 'he' was free to roam the devil realm and here but we haven't heard from him since. And honestly, I hope we don't for a while.

Anyway, everyone saw she was still hesitant but getting better with others being around her. Even Jaron..oh dear, poor Jaron was more heartbroken then anyone. Seeing her like that really upset him. Thinking it was his fault that she went through this but we told him it was not his fault. Melinda did it because she wanted to help and save him. The DBT said they were forever grateful for this but Melinda wanted to do this because she cared deeply about him.

Even in the first few days, she wouldn't let anyone touch her but....Jaron was allowed to touch her or give head pets. It seems to calm her. After a while, he would visit to help her out or help her get some fresh air. She was still scared but we didn't mind. Right now, she's with Jaron at the DBT's base since we knew she still was nervous around the others but we get it.

Anyway, this entry is getting too long but I'll write in you again with more updates. Till next time.

~Mouse~

~~With The DBT~~

He was silent during the few days but he was chopping up a apple for her to eat in the kitchen right now. They said she can eat but nothing too heavy to make her sick. Fruit was fine or oatmeal too. The drug was still leaving her system and too much will upset her stomach. However, he looks to see her laying on the couch resting up while breathing in and out slowly. The others were doing their best not to scare her but they would look in the living room just to be sure she was alright and not freaking out.

"......." He looks back to finishing up but was setting the slices on a plate before cleaning up the kitchen and goes to put everything away to walk back gently seeing her resting.

Being careful, he sets the plate down but bends down to gently touch her head.

"!!!!" She tense to open her eyes but calms down seeing who it was.

"Easy it's just me...I..I got you some fruit to eat if you were hungry.." he said showing the plate as Melinda blinks to look at it then sees him carefully help her sit up so he can help her at least eat some of the apple slices.

She reaches with one hand to pick up a slice and eat it while chewing it slowly. The apple was sweet but she could eat it. Jaron was sitting by her but he made sure she took her time eating them. The two remain in silence for a bit but she ate three pieces of the apple with him having a paper towel to help her clean the fingers of the apple. As she was about to eat her fifth piece she stops.

"?????" He noticed to look at her. "Melinda? Are you alrig-"

"...A.....Are you a..angry with me?"

It's been a while since he heard her voice but looks to her as she was looking down at her lap and the apple slice. Wait, mad with her? Why would he be mad?

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"..........." she didn't say anything to let him think about what she means. Of course he took the time to think when his eyes widen to look at her. Oh, that's what she means.

"N..No, no of course I'm not angry with you about.....that. I was more worried than upset but not at you." he said.

"........N..No, I mean...are you angry t..that I....gave myself up in order f..for...s.....su...s..su...s...s.s.s...." she tries to say his name but couldn't, biting on her bottom lip that Jaron tries to calm her down. Even saying his name around her upsets her.

"Don't. Don't say his name. I get it but no. I was more angry at him for what he did and what he and his followers put you through. I wouldn't be since you were the reason I'm still here. You saved me. You saved my life.......because then I wouldn't be...." He looks down knowing what happened but he didn't believe she did that for him.

".......I knew the risks but I couldn't let you get hurt or leave. You been through too much Melinda and..I just.." He tries to say it but thinking about it only upset him and anger him to calm down. Focus Jaron, this is not the time to get angry.

"I couldn't have that. Not again. You already saved me back then from Megan and many other things and this too. I couldn't let more harm come to you again...even if we know the risks, we do things that puts us in danger." He looks to her then ahead as Melinda looks down at her apple slice.

"I..I know..I just wanted t..to keep you safe. I didn't want the others t..to lose you.." she mutters but Jaron said nothing to look at her.

"But that goes for you too. Your friends wouldn't want to lose you either. Your part of their team but your also our friend...and..someone important.." he carefully reaches about to touch her other hand but was worried it might freak her out to lay it near hers.

"I know it was scary during the two months but I knew and hoped you were going to be alright. I Just wanted nothing more than to see you back safe in New york with us. With.....me." he said but he sighed to close his eyes.

"When I found out when waking up, I was shocked and worried for the few days. I thought it was my fault that you did that to help bring me back to life. You went through hell for two months and made it back....e..even if you..." he started to say but Melinda finishes his words.

"D..died when re..returning."

He winces hearing that word but he looks quiet then sighed. "Y..Yeah...I knew the feeling was right when I felt you....did but I felt relief knowing you were safe again and back..I just panicked and..."

"............" she looks down but sets the apple piece down to clean her hands slowly but Jaron takes the paper towel and cleans her fingers for her. He saw the small bruises too but said nothing.

"....S...so your not a..angry w..with me? After ev..everything that hap..happened..you were...o...okay.." she whispered but Jaron looks to stop cleaning her fingers to hold her hands.

"No. I'm not angry with you. I never was because I was more worried about you. Knowing all of us or me couldn't do anything to help you. Our devil's couldn't help you. We couldn't do anything but wait. I did wanna say I'm sorry.." he said but Melinda was confused.

"S..sorry?"

"I'm sorry..I'm so so sorry you went through that just to help bring me back to life as his payment. I didn't want you to suffer through that but....I was just so upset with myself that you got so hurt by him." He frowns but Jaron only held her hands to remove the paper towel now looking at her hands.

"You were hurt so much. I couldn't take seeing that again and again and yet it did. You got hurt way back before we met and now this. I don't know how to say sorry to you Melinda but I feel like I need to. I just hope you can forgive me that you went through that just to sacrifice yourself like that for me...." He said looking down but Melinda said nothing but it hurt to hear him say that.

However, he only looks to see her hands as the fingers wrap around his own then feeling tears hitting his. He looks up to see Melinda but was quiet. She was crying? Her silver eyes were wide but she was crying to look down.

"....Melinda?"

"....I'm s..sorry....I Just wanted to keep y..you safe. I didn't want y..you to get hurt either. I really wanted to do everything to be sure you were safe...you didn't deserve that..I couldn't let you go through that..I couldn't.." she begins to shake that her tears were hitting her and his hands as Jaron got worried.

"I..I Just...I just wanted to protect you. I wanted to see you safe..I just.....*Hics* I just wanted you to be h..happy. I..." she was shaking now but moves her hands to cover her eyes trying to wipe the tears off.

"I didn't c..care if I got hurt, tortured, or even killed. You being alive and safe means m..more to me. I couldn't bare the thought.." she cried but Jaron was worried.

"Melinda-"

"I didn't c..care....you deserve to live Jaron. You and everyone else deserve to live happy lives.."

"Melinda..."

"Even through all that I..I wanted you to come back to them..t..to me. I couldn't...I couldn't bare the thought of losing you!" she said crying more.

"Melinda!"

"Even if I was killed over and over again, then that means you would be safe and alive-"

"BUT IT WOULDN'T MEAN ANYTHING TO ME IF YOU DIED FOR ME!" he raised his voice to grab her shoulders making her look at him. "Think about it. How do you think I would feel if you left? It wouldn't be the same if the one I.....cared about left this world because of me. I couldn't forgive myself! I felt angry at myself that you went through that for me to risk your safety and freedom to that monster." he looks at her but she was still crying.

".....I..."

"I couldn't forgive myself if you left me for good. Your part of my life like you told me. I'm part of yours right? Isn't it hurtful that if either one of us left we wouldn't be happy as we were.....we have our friends true but..this pain would be different. Because we lost someone who we grew closer with." he lowers his hands but looks to her but she looks down still sniffling.

"...I..I'm s..sorry...I'm s..so sorry..." she said to him but Jaron touches her cheek while she still kept crying from the thought. His hand was gentle but she only sniffs.

"It's alright. I should be thanking you..I owe you my life. You saved me remember? So I really should be thanking you.." He looks to her but carefully pulls her close to hold her while she was resting her head on his chest. She could hear his heartbeat.

"However, it's over now. Your back home and your safe.....that's all that matters to me. Your back safe and alive with your friends..and me." he said but she only keeps letting him hold her that she grips his shirt to look at him. He looks down but she saw he was happy that she was here.

"........."

"Now please no more tears....." he said gently wiping the tears off with his thumbs as Melinda looks at him. Jaron was silent but she only held his wrist to have him look confused. She didn't say anything with them looking at one another before she leans up close to him as he looks at her with the same expression.

Both him and her said nothing before he and her closes the gap. She kissed him right on the lips softly while he held her cheek. They shared a quiet kiss for a few moments but during that time, Rust and Navarro walked in but stops seeing this.

Jaron and Melinda were kissing! The two was about to say something but Shdwkyz grabs the two by the shirts to drag them away quietly.

"But he-"

"Shhhhh.....for once don't be idiots." he warns but not loud for Jaron and Melinda to hear. "Just leave them alone alright?" he warns but the two grumble to leave but they also were happy because they won a bet having Fin and Guam pay 20 bucks each if they would kiss before this month's over.

"I was right though! He and her need to get married I mean come on!! They kissed man!!" Rust said loud.

"And we get $20 bucks each!" Navarro said loud by mistake.

"WILL YOU TWO BE QUIET!" Shdwkyz said loudly but this made Jaron and Melinda break the kiss to hear as he was blushing to look but then sighed.

".....Figured that was gonna happen." he mutters but Melinda was blushing still sniff to look at him. He looks to the side but sighed to look at her.

"Ummmm, one other thing Melinda.....if it's alright, do you...." he rubs the back of his head but Melinda looks to him.

"Y..Yes?"

".....Would you like to go o..on a date with me? I can take you to somewhere special when your ready to go or when your recovered. If that's alright." he said but Melinda was speechless only to look at her lap but hid her flushed face.

"..S...sure I would love t..to.." she said that Jaron looks seeing her poking her two fingers together but he smiled to kiss her forehead as she closed her eyes to relax now. For now, he was helping her with recovering.

Later that day, Jaron was petting Melinda's head as she was taking a light nap. Her head was resting on his lap while she ate the slices though, he sweatdrops hearing Rust and Navarro spilling that the two kissed. He shook his head lightly chuckling but he was happy to know Melinda was back here safe.

Now he had a date to plan for the later future. Seems this ended alright and he was happy for it.

~~End~~

[persage]

RIGHT HERE (to hold you when the sky falls down) - S. HARRINGTON

Summary: After your father's death Steve Harrington is the only one who can calm you down.

Steve Harrington x Newby!Reader

Words Count 2.7 k

Masterlist

Tags and Warnings: Newby! Reader Angst and Grieving with comfort.

"We must go back in there!" Your voice trembles as you look at people in front of you, a group of familiar faces who now seem strangers to you. You run a hand through your hair in desperation. They don't look at you, turning away with sorrow and shame, they don't have the courage to face you, to just stand there watching you as your whole world shatters. They would give everything to change the past, but they can't. What rises in your chest is a blind rage from which you would like to spare the kids: Dustin, Mike, Lucas and Max are watching you with shining teary eyes and you think they shouldn't be there, seeing you like this, but you can't stop, you can't contain the emotion, the burning anger towards the world, the denial.

"WE MUST GO BACK IN THERE!" You scream, this time your voice is so high it scares the kids, Nancy and Jonathan in the kitchen stop talking and Steve, leaning against the doorway, gaze flickering between you and Hopper, walks in your way, stopping a few steps away as you move your hands in the air, punching some invisible force, searching for a way to accept such a great pain. In another era, when things were still in their place, he wouldn't have stopped, he would have run to you and would have held you tightly because he knew with certainty that he would have helped you and you would have wanted him to. But now everything has changed and Steve doesn't want to hurt you or be inappropriate. Also, he is ashamed to admit it, he doesn't want to be rejected.

Joyce is the one to talk first, she runs to you, she tries to hug and you let her do so cause you care about her and you love her as your own mom. "He's gone baby, he is gone I'm sorry honey, I'm so sorry." She whispers. You shake your head, your face hidden in the woman's chest as you start crying hard. It isn't true. It can't be. You dad isn't dead, the good ones don't die in the end, it's the rule of all the stories he has told you since you were little. Superheroes don't die. He can't be gone. He had a reason to come back, he wouldn't have left you this way. He is the all you've got. There must be another reason why Joyce is crying too, why Bob isn't the one hugging you right now, why he wasn't in Hopper's crowded car when they have retunerd from the lab. Maybe they think he is dead but he isn't, he needs help, he is just hurt and he needs help and they have left him.

You wouldn't have. But you weren't there.

"I need to go" You say, pushing Joyce away and moving just a few steps before Hopper blocks you, grabbing you by the shoulders. "I'm sorry, kid" Hopper murmurs as you still try to free yourself from his grip. "Let me go you bastard!" You shout, shaking violently.  He has left your dad to die. As Jim continues to hold you tighter you let yourself fall on the floor. "I have to help him, let me go to him." You cry "I have to be with my daddy, I want my dad" By now you are on the ground, your hands in front of your face, your body caught in uncontrolled sobs. Joyce joins you. "I want my dad" You Repeat. Steve's heart breaks at hearing you repeat this phrase like a frightened child and he feels his eyes pinch because he knows what bond you and Bob had, he knows that your father was all the family you had left.

"It's all your fault" You say, it hits Mrs. Byers like a bullet in the chest.

You take in a deep, shuddering breath glancing around as the nerves in your stomach came to a head, and you try to regain control on yourself. You turn to the kids, as you slowly get up from the ground. "I'm sorry kids, I didn't mean to scare you." You walk slowly towards the door, feet heavy like two boulders, a void in your chest that seems to suck you in. Jonathan silently stands between you and the only way out of that stuffy house full of memories. You look at him with bright red eyes. You never got along, especially cause not so long ago you were a part of Tommy H, Carol 's group for and never cared about the weird Byers, but since your parents started dating you have become something similar to friends.

"Let me go, Byers. I swear to... "

"I can't let you go back there" He replies, interrupting you with sadness written all over his face. You understand that he would like to hug you and he understands that this is not what you want now. You're grateful for it. You need to be alone. A hand rests on your shoulder, squeezes it lightly. You don't turn around, you don't need to look to know who he is. You could recognize his touch everywhere, after all you have loved him since you were a child. These hands have been your support for years, then they stopped being - he've changed, you hasn't, things like this happen all the time. You loved him, he loved another. That happens too - but they won't back down this time either. "I'll take care of her. " Steve Harrington says. Jonathan nods, still not convinced. Steve's fingers on your back push you towards the air you need, even though you feel like you won't be able to breathe like before.

Your father is dead after all.

They say that every family has its own traditions, the little Newby family not many to be honest, but if there is something that no one could ever take away from you it was the pizza and couch night with Bob, the only day of the week when you gave your father the permission to eat on the sofa, in front of the TV, watching some movie rented from Family video that 90% of the time you didn't even like. Those were the best evenings and also the only ones in which you could sleep well, surrounded in the warm embrace of your father. He was the only man in the world who could stop your nightmares. Probably if you had taken courage and went to his room in the nights of terror, your nightmares would have subsided long ago, but you were no longer a child and above all you didn't want to scare him more than necessary. Bob didn't have to know how sick you had been since you found out the truth about Will and what happened to him, ever since you had realized that the monster you miraculously escaped from a year ago - and everyone convinced you didn't exist - came from that same upsidedown where Byers was kept. In short, you didn't want Bob to know, also you felt old enough not to be afraid, or to die from lack of sleep alternatively. Now you would give everything to confess your fears to your dad, to sleep with him, to feel safe in his arms again.

Pizza evenings started when you were 10, when only two people were left on a sofa for three. Bob was sitting with his pizza that had even fallen on him and soiled the cushions. "Mom doesn't want you to eat there." You said. Bob laughed, inviting you to join him. "We won't tell her love." It took you a while to realize your mother wasn't coming back. Madlin Newby had chosen another path, family was not for her. So you clung to Bob hard on those evenings, scrambling over his body to make sure that at least that parent wasn't going to get snatch from you. Bob has always tried to make the situation lighter and more bearable for you. "Mom is tired of me not of you, she loves you so much and you can see her whenever you want" He always told you.

One day when you were fourteen, Steve Harrington joined your pizza nights. It happened once a month, a kind of tradition too, but he - stupid kid - was ashamed of people knowing because yes, you were slowly joining his group of friends and yes, your mothers had been friends when they were young, but you were a Newby, and being a Newby made you the bottom rung of the ladder anyway, even in the cool group. Steve Harrington would now like to punch himself in the face, he would also like to actually cry because your dad was a great guy and always treated him well, more then he acutally deserved. At least until he saw you suffer for him, of course, but even in that case, he always reserved sweetness and respect for him. Your father was a man of gold and he has raised his daughter the same way. Steve looks at you as you walk in front of him. He've always believed that Nancy Wheeler has changed him, the truth is that you did it first and maybe, if you hadn't taught him to look beyond the superficial aspect of things, he wouldn't have had the courage to ask her out.

As you go out, the cold air hit you with a sharp sting. It's a welcomed feeling for a moment, it dulls your screaming mind which seems to be about to explode. It comes back soon, a moment later, harder and more painful than before as Steve close the door behind him. You just stand there, watching the boy, looking for something to keep you on earth cause you feel like you will start floating soon. Like you are not anchored here anymore.

Your dad is gone.

You took a step away, legs shaking. You put a hand on your mouth, to stop yourself from screaming. You are collapsing on the ground again and before it happens Steve is running to you, hugging you tightly, keeping you up on your legs. His embrace is warm, strong, it feels like being between the walls of the safest place in the world and you let go on him, screaming till your lungs burn while he caresses your head. "I'm here, I'm here" He repeats as you grab his jacket like your life depends on it. And maybe this isn't so far from reality.

"I want to go to the lab Steve." You cry. "I want to go to him, I wanna see his body... Dad" You voice breaks and even Steve can handle it anymore. His hearts breaks for you and a little sob escape his lips. But he stops. He can't be weak, not when you need him the most. "Baby you can't go there... It's dangerous"

"But I need to save his body" And Steve doesn't want to tell that probably there's no body left to be saved. He continues caressing your head and he kisses your forehead.

"I can't let you go there Y/n. I can't" He repeats. "Also Bob wouldn't want it. He probably would kill me if I let you, you know?" And Incredibly you let yourself go in a little laugh through tears while you move away from him just enough to look at his face. Your eyes are shiny and puffy, your face is red and Steve just wants to erase your pain. He wipes your tears away with his thumb while stammering you reply. "Dad likes you Steve, oh, he also hated you at some point I'm not gonna lie. I did all the bullshit in my life with you. Or for you."

Steve smiles. "Let's not give him any more reasons to be angry with me."

" He also knows that you saved my life more than once." You continue, trembling, this time for the cold. Steve realizes this and quickly takes off his jacket, placing it on your shoulders and pulling you back to him, his head on yours. You cry again, this time it's a calm and resigned cry.

"There will be no body to save. Right?" He doesn't reply, he hugs you more. Then he looks at you and gently kisses your forehead, eyes and nose. You let yourself go to that sincere affection, the only presence you can tolerate by your side now. "You know, I went at Radio Shack the other week" Steve tells as you both sit down, his arm on your shoulders to keep you warmer. "I wanted to get my TV fixed and your dad was there"

How many times have you walked through that door? Your dad always working on something with his gentle hands, so dedicated to his work, so passionate. Your heart aches at the memory.

"He was so gentle to me, asking about you know my parents and my plans and... I ended up in there for two hours talking about you and about... Jonathan. He wanted to have a good relationship with him so bad. I feel like I am the worst person in the world to give advices about Jonathan Byers but he still listened to me for hours and... He told something about you too."

"God he knows how to embarrass me" You laugh a little. Steve notices you're still using the present while talking about Bob and it kills him.

"He told me I've hurt you by....disappearing from you life last year but... He told me that if I... If I.. If I retrace my steps, if I still want to have you in mine, you would forgive me. Because you are good, because you are special.And I believe that at least on these last two things he was not wrong."

He doesn't tell what Bob also said, it's a secret Steve wants to keep in his heart. My daughter has the biggest heart in the world. And without nastiness Steve, I know you're a good guy, but I don't know if you would ever be able to treat it with the care she deserves. Please don't hurt her again.

And Steve doesn't know if he's able to have this cure now, after all things with Nancy are confusing and he's managed to screw everything up with her and he definitely still has feelings for her. He doesn't want to hurt you and aven if he knows he will always feel something for you, he also knows he's willing to bury the feeling. Steve will protect you from himself until the day he will be worth for you. He has promised it to himself.

He has promised it to Bob.

"Jesus. He is always so right and about the other thing it's true... I have forgiven you a long ago." You stole a glance over to Steve, watching as he smiles a little.

"I wish I had a dad like him" Steve states. There is something so endearing and painful about that statement that it brakes again something in you. You let out another sob, clapping a hand over your mouth the instant it leaves you. You don't wanna be so fragile and so waek but can't help it. Steve wraps his arms around pulling you in towards him. You bury your face into his neck, fingers pressing into his back as your whole body wrackes with another sob. "I've got you," he murmures, he holds you tight, his one hand rubbing soothing circles against your back. "I've got you" he repeates once more. "I'll be there for you Newby, I'll do it forever." The sobs slows down after a while, it feels like you don't have tears to cry no more just anger and sadness and a void that you will never be able to fill. And the rational part of you can't help but think what will happen to you since your mom lives so far away, only God knows where. Tears dries on your cheeks. Steve is still holding you, still murmuring soft comforts into your hair as you lean against him.

"I promise it will get better" he whispers as you starts to pull away a little. Your arms fall from him. He regardes you carefully as you give a sharp nod.

"I wanna kill them all" you say, your voice weak despite the angry look in your eyes. "I wanna fight Steve. I wanna learn to fight. I've got to do this for him"

He holds your hand with both of his.

"I'll be by your side y/n"

[forgwater]

Your Turn Now

(general) Lilia Vanrouge x Reader

part 2 part-1 part-3 part 4 part 5

gender neutral reader

1518 words

tag: @anonima-2

warning: long descriptions, the word 'suicide' is mentioned, feel kinda enemies to lovers, this got kinda sad for a bit, also gives off slow-burn vibes, I think tried a bit of comedy too

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Well... if he's there, you'll just have to pay him back for your last meeting.

So, to come up with a plan. For some reason the fae don't seem to know there are humans here yet; maybe they've grown cocky. Whatever it is, this is good. You'll use this to your advantage. Unfortunately, the small bit of cover you have now won't be enough for too long, especially if they send scouts.

After a bit of thinking you all gather in a circle; and you are the first to speak. You made up your mind. You're not running away again. So you begin your speech:

"Whoever wants to leave, shall leave. I have a plan... might be suicide, but at least we would have tried something. The closest troops to ourselves are way too far to be warned in time, even if we all go, there is a good chance the fae will pick us all off. So, to whoever decides to stay and follow me, let's show the enemy what we're made of!" and with a few "aye's" you explain your plan.

The fae may outnumber you, but if your idea works, that won't matter much. So, let's get to work! You don't have time to send a scout, it would be too risky. You'll have to create some diversions, and sneak into enemy territory.

The goal?

Simple.

Capture their General

.......

Crouch low to the ground and make as little sound as humanly possible. This is the advice you send some of your comrades off with, though it applies for you as well.

'I have iron.' you say to yourself, as you get closer to the campsite. To infiltrate their territory, you'll have to overwhelm their senses. This is the best you have. While they are scrambling because of the new stimuli, you'll make your move. Head to the most important looking tent and hope for the best.

As your other groups start the fires, rock throwing, screaming and running, scaring the wildlife into a frenzy as well as sending most of the fae into action; you and a few others make your move. You weave through the supplies and tents, weapons at the ready. You hide in the slight shadows and behind anything and everything, you concentrate, you have to give this your best-... and then you see him.

And then you see him.

Clad in clothes that denote importance, eyes narrowed as he seems to be arguing with someone, another man, a fae, he wears very similar clothes to the former. They must be of the same rank. You'll have to wait for them to separate; you can't fight them both at once.

And while you wait, hidden and quite, you can't keep your eyes off him. Ugh! Just why did he have to be so damn handsome?! to hell with those thoughts! There- the second man just left, now when his back's turned, now... now's your chance! so you give the command and the man to your right follows.

Quick as the wind he charges at the red-eyed fae, and even though he's caught off guard he manages to dodge the blade, but not entirely. There's a small cut to his torso and blood is starting to flow from the wound. He grits his teeth, obviously in pain as he lets out a small 'tsk', it must feel like burning because of the iron. He takes out his sword and lounges for an attack.

And then an arrow, burning as if it's just been taken off the coals, embeds into his shoulder, he gasps and falters, surprised and angry- fire and iron must be a hellish combination. It would seem the stories about warding off the fae with red hot pokers are to be believed. Then a dagger is added to the mix and the beautiful man before barely stands, almost collapsed, stubbornly trying to get back up as he takes shallow breaths.

You kneel before him, bringing a torch towards him; he slightly flinches away from the heat... you feel your heart heavy, your stomach's tied in knots, you don't like this one bit; it pains you to see him like this, and it pains you even more because you're the one that caused the stated he's in now.

It's your turn to feel the guilt now.

You remember the look in his eyes that day... do you have the same one in yours?

You look at him; and he looks at you, eyes exhausted, before they light in recognition and surprise and then confusion; didn't he kill you? is this just a coincidence?

"I know..." you say and he seems to understand you, though he's slightly glaring now.

"All's fair in war..." his voice comes out raspy, barely above a whisper. "...and now you're going to try to kill m-"

"Oh, we're going to kill you alright; for all the carnage you've done!" one of you companions snarls.

"We're not going to kill him." is your response, it shocks both your companions and the fae, but before they say anything you continue "Grab him and let's go before the others find us... and before he bleeds out." and then the fae man gets hoisted on one of your comrades shoulder, just like a sack of potatoes; he lets out a grunt, the accumulated wounds will take quite a while to heal you suppose.

......

....

You've managed to get out of the fae camp quite successfully; only two lost to the enemy, however you don't know how the other side fared, though they did lose someone important. Unfortunately you still don't know his rank, but you'll find that out when he wakes up; for now you'll have to stop and patch him up.

You decided to stop next to water, five minutes to catch your breaths and fix the wounded, no more; you're still not out of danger completely. You'll walk for as long as you can and then find a place to camp. You'll question the fae then, and you'll head for the closest troops next.

While by the water you take a look at him, his clothes are dirtied with mud and blood, not unlike your first meeting. His hair, although disheveled, is still black as the darkest abyss, yet you wouldn't mind losing yourself in it. His... eyes are closed for now, but his eyebrows are scrunched.

Your eyes get drawn to the horrible shackles around his wrists and ankles, it makes your stomach churn, but it is for everyone's safety; you can't risk it, you can't risk anything, not when you've come this far.

You dressed his wounds and yet the metallic smell of blood still lingers, clinging stubbornly to your senses. There is a groan and you instantly turn towards the fae. He stirs slightly and then he opens his eyes, half lidded and tired. He opens his mouth next.

"...guess I kind of deserved that.." he finishes his sentence with a 'heh' before he resumes "Could I have some water, my throat's quite dry..." damn it, even his voice is attractive, this has to be a curse! There's no other explanation for this!

Looking at him, you carefully hand him your waterskin.

"Don't pull any tricks..." you warn.

"Wouldn't dream of it." he lets out a satisfied 'ahh' as he hands back the container.

"... You know..." he begins "You've managed quite the feat in capturing me, I'll give you that, but don't count on me staying your captive for long." There's a warning in his voice and a challenge in his eyes, he want to see what you can do.

...Well, you suppose you'll have to show him then, no? So, you give into his game.

"And what makes you so special then?" you look him straight in the eyes, a slight smirk plays on your lips. He mirrors you, the corners of his mouth turning upwards, his garnet eyes no longer tired, instead they glim with mischief and as he brings his face closer to yours and almost whispers:

"You managed to capture a general, dear! General Vanrouge at your service, though I don't seem to have much of a choice." he brings his shacked hands in front of him and slightly leans back.

...he looks like such a bastard with that look on his face, sarcastic and full of himself. Your falter slightly, and you feel your cheeks grow warm. Oh, curse the Seven for cursing you with this mess and these feelings, oh, how you wish to just scream already.

Then the general gets hoisted to his feet... and then over one of your companion's shoulder... again.

"Hey! Careful there!" the fae snaps at the man. "I haven't completely recovered yet, you know!" the man groans and sighs in return, mumbling under his breath "...we need you alive not completely healed..." and then he starts walking, gesturing for you to follow. "I heard that!" comes another complaint from the general.

....Something tells you this is going to be one hell of a trip, now with general Vanrouge in the mix.

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Soulmates III

You know you promised to stay in the tower and you also know that you will be angry if you haven't rested but unfortunately you can't lose your job. Bob, your boss, is an idiot and a hog but those $ 1400 a month make you put up with the constant fingering and besides, that job is the only one you could find; at 23 no one gives you a job that has to do with computers and you are denied in all other things so the only valid option is that.

You open the address book and browse the contacts until you find what you were looking for, the name "dickhead" appears on the screen and you press the green button.

"Honey, you're late" your boss's crappy voice makes you shiver, sometimes you wonder if it's really worth it.

“Sorry Bob, I had a little accident but I'm on my way. Give me 10 minutes »you talk while you try to put your sprained ankle on the ground, obviously it's a bad idea and you find yourself biting your lip so as not to scream in pain.

"Okay, but I'll take these from this month," the man grins and you rolled your eyes.

"Thanks Bob, I appreciate your understanding"

The asshole closes the call and you sigh. The Avengers tower is very close to your apartment and the time it would take you to get to work is usually 5 minutes. Unfortunately, a sprained ankle doesn't help you get there on time.

"Shit," you sigh and take another step. The pain is severe but your stubbornness allows you to get to work with only two minutes late and an ankle that is twice the size of the other.

"Look who showed up" Daisy, your best friend, smiles at you from behind the counter as soon as you enter the small shop.

You met Daisy Johnson, a brilliant hacker and S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, in a bar as soon as you walked out of your parents' house at 18; she recommended this job to you, obviously she didn't know about the lousy ways your boss has. You two go out at least twice a week and hear from each other every day on the phone, at least once, even when she is out on a mission with her soulmate, Jemma Simmons. She's really nice and Daisy needs someone to put her back in line when you're not around and Jemma is perfect.

You hold her in a hug and as soon as you break away you look at her carefully.

"What trouble have you got yourself into this time?" You ask, she may only come to see on your shift when she has done something or needs something. "Hey, I see that confidence hasn't increased!" She pats you on the shoulder and you stagger, grimacing when your sprained ankle 'makes itself felt'.

Immediately her gaze becomes worried as she takes you by the shoulders stabilizing you.

"What's wrong? Are you OK?"

You nod away from her grasp and give her a small smile. “I'm fine Johnson, don't worry; it’s just a little twisted "

Daisy looks at your ankles noticing only now that the right one looks much bigger than the other. "Shit, did you show it to a doctor?" It doesn't look good, if you want I'll call Jemma and- "

"Daisy! Daisy I'm fine, stop worrying and yes, I've already shown it and as I already told you, it's just a little sprain."

You go behind the counter of the shop and bend over taking your tag at the bottom of one of the many boxes hidden under there.

You stand up and cling the badge to the sweatshirt you're wearing.

T / n Taylor, TECHNICIAN

It's not the best but you're not complaining.

Daisy doesn't take her eyes off you, she knows you haven't told her the whole truth and she won't let it go that easily and you know it. And how do you know.

"I should work," you scoff at her arranging some products on the shelves. Used phones, recycled bluetooth headsets, and third-hand computers are daily bread for those shelves.

Bob's store is the usual sad little shop where very few people consume, most of which are thieves or teenagers looking for something within their budget.

Daisy keeps staring at you and you decide to talk.

"I met my soulmates and if I tell you who they are you don't believe it"

Daisy's eyes widen as her face fills with joy and a small scream comes from her mouth. "Fuck y/n, that's great!"

She almost jumps on you with excitement. "Who Are they?"

You give an amused grin and you look her in her eyes.

"Black Widow and Scarlet Witch"

She gives you a dirty look as soon as you say the names of your soulmates. «Come on y / n, I thought you really met them! You're an idiot. ”Daisy pouts and you couldn't be more amused, you knew she would react like that.

"You can believe it or not but it's the truth" she turns her back to her while she turns on the computer resting on the small shelf opposite the counter.

Just in time to type in your password, Daisy screams.

"OH MY GOD! Your soulmates are two fucking Avengers !!!"

She hops with emotion; sometimes you don't understand how your best friend can be Quake, a powerful superhero who can destroy the earth if she wants to.

You think she is just a big idiot but hey, you love her anyway.

You shake your head in amusement and turn to look at her. "Calm down or Bob will be pissed"

Your boss hasn't shown up yet, but as you've found out to your chagrin in the past, he's going to be watching some porn in his office and he won't be bothered at all.

"I'll do it ... but only if you tell me about how it happened"

Since you know your best friend, you know she won't leave you alone until you tell her everything so that's what you do. You tell her your whole day omitting to have known your soulmates because they hit you with their car, you just tell her that you fell and that they helped you and so you met.

"This is all so romantic, I can't wait to tell Jemma and… shit, I'm late." Daisy looks at the clock on the wall and claps her hand across her face.

"I have to go, see you tomorrow!"

She gives you a quick hug and then she runs out of the store going who knows where.

Maybe she is crazy, indeed, she most likely she is but for you she is like a sister.

Four hours pass before your work is interrupted by your phone ringing; you place the tweezers on the counter and then quickly check that the connectors are well aligned before answering.

"Hello?" "A curiosity Printsessa (princess), where did you go?" Wanda's voice rings out on the set and you suddenly get nervous. Are you wrong or did you promise them you wouldn't go to work? “Um, I had to do some laps. I should be back in about two hours "

«Y / n, we know you're at work. We’re here »Natasha's voice, sensual as usual, is cold and this makes you sink into your chair.

You are in trouble.

You get up from your seat and head towards the entrance to the shop, you open the door and see Natasha and Wanda leaning against the wall on your left. They don't seem happy at all. "Hey," you force a smile, hoping this will soften them a little.

"Get in the car please," Natasha says and you see them both relax a bit and you give you high five mentally knowing that it worked.

You take a step forward but then you remember what she just told you to do and you shake your head.

"I can't, my workshift ends in two hours"

Wanda comes over and leaves you a kiss on the cheek. Your cheeks are tinged with red as she tucks her arm behind your back and holds you close making you rest most of your weight on her. "Nat will talk to your boss, we'll get in the car in the meantime"

You nod, too focused on those thin fingers gripping your side, you feel like your life depends on it. A small and harmless contact.

You see Nat enter the shop and head to the back before Wanda drags you into the car. As soon as you sit in the back of the car, she lifts your ankle and she starts massaging it gently, as soon as the initial pain is over, you feel only relief.

«You can’t do what you have done y / n, there are rules, you are our soulmate and you can’t go wherever you want without telling anyone; not to mention that you are injured and that you have only worsened your condition "

Her voice breaks your trance and you lift your head looking into the eyes that you have already learned to love or that perhaps you have always loved without knowing it.

The look that is directed at you, however, makes your heart break. There is disappointment written on her face and it’s not something you can bear, not since that damned day. You can't disappoint them too, you can't be alone again ...

Wanda looks at you, maybe she hears some of your thoughts, you don't know, but you really think so since after a few seconds she gives you a little smile.

"We love you y / n and we will never leave you, no matter what you do"

She approaches, takes your face in her hands and kisses you.

You think you might explode, the butterflies are literally ripping through your stomach and those lips are so hot and make you feel like you're flying.

When you get disconnected from lack of oxygen, you know Wanda has felt the same. You see it written on her face, imprinted in her eyes.

Your moment is interrupted by the car door opening and Natasha enters, instead of the driver. She closes the door and then turns to look at you, it may be your slightly tousled hair or Wanda's red nose but she gives a little smile before leaning towards you and dragging you into a kiss too.

Natasha's lips are slightly rougher than Wanda's but her experience is unparalleled, you immediately grant her the domination of the kiss and you feel in the clouds when she squeezes your hair a little to deepen the kiss.

When you break away you are still stunned, Natasha has a smirk on her face as Wanda looks at you mischievously.

"I need a cold shower," you whisper, still stunned by what you think are the most extraordinary kisses of your life.

The two girls laugh and Natasha adjusts the mirror before starting the car's engine. “Right after you talk, you'll take a nice cold shower. But I don't think you will need it "

Natasha says and you find yourself swallowing.

"Don't think you'll get away with it after you put in danger yourself," Wanda says as she continues to massage your ankle. "But-" you try to speak but you are immediately interrupted by the looks of your soulmates.

You sigh in defeat before you give up. Maybe talking about something else could sweeten them. "so, how did the mission go?"

Wanda shrugs, looking at the blonde behind the wheel.

"We won"

Natasha smiles, looking at you through the mirror. "We always win."

I hope you enjoyed it; if you want shorter / longer chapters, tell me or even if you have ideas, doubts, requests or critics <3. It’s official, “Soulmates” has become a series.

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[qianinterprises]

WayV Reaction: to you flirting with their younger sibling

Pairing(s): WayV x Reader

Genre: crack, fluff

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.9k

Author's Notes: Hello anon! I'm sorry it took me so long to get to your request! I really hope I interpreted your request accurately! And thank you! I'm so glad you like my content! (I also want to mention that I used younger brother for all of them because I thought the request said brother until I went back and looked. Then I didn't want to change everything I'd just written so I just went with it. I'm sorry).

Tagging: @treasuretaeil @hachanbaecon

Kun:

Shortly after Kun was announced to be joining NCT in 2018, he also found out that his mother was expecting a second child, which, naturally, came as quite a shock. He was already an adult. Had his mother decided on more children when he was younger, a teenager even, he wouldn't have even batted an eye! But his little brother or sister would be 22 years younger. That was just weird.

However, that didn't stop Kun from nervously sitting in the waiting room holding your hand the day his little brother was born, vowing to always protect the sweet little bundle of joy.

It was that promise that led to where you both were now, Kun holding his babbling three year old brother in his arms as the boy waved to his retreating mother.

"I'll pick him up tomorrow morning," she called over her shoulder as the door closed behind her.

"So what do you want to do now?" Kun asked, looking between you and the little boy squirming in his arms.

"I wanna dance with (y/n)!" the little boy declared, wiggling out of Kun's hold and reaching for you.

Laughing, you took hold of the boys hands and led him into the center of the room, sending Kun a wide grin as he played music on his phone.

"It would be an honor to dance with you kind sir," you responded in an overly posh voice, taking his smaller hands in yours and spinning around the living room.

He let out a giggle as you spun him around before picking him up in your arms and swaying to the new, now reasonably slow song.

"You're an even better dancer than your brother!" you cooed.

The boy beamed at you.

"Hey!" Kun argued, biting back a laugh as you turned to look at him.

"You can't go stealing my significant other away from me!" Kun said, playfully glaring at the young boy in his arms.

Said boy, seeming to take his confidence from to much time spent with Ten, leaned up and pressed a kiss to your cheek, smirking at his brother.

"Wait for me to get older!" he said before squirming out of your hold.

"I'll wait forever, my prince," you laughed, placing him on the floor, watching him run over to YangYang, who had just entered the room. The maknae leaning down to scoop the boy up, disappearing back into his own room.

Kun stood up from his place on the couch and placed a kiss to your cheek.

"He really likes you," he hummed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close.

You just smiled, resting your head on his shoulder as his hips suddenly began to sway to the music still playing, coaxing you to follow his lead as he danced you around the living room.

"I'm a much better dancer," he whispered.

You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips in response.

Ten

The whole world knew that Ten had a younger sister. She was never hidden away, taking her camera confidence from her older brother as she took the newfound attention that came with her celebrity brother in stride. What the world didn't know, however, was that Ten also had a younger brother, one year younger than his sister. A brother that was extremely shy, choosing to hide behind his older sister rather than face the limelight.

Both had been over to visit the dorm countless times, though Ten's sister could only visit when Yukhei wasn't in the dorm after the large man had gotten slightly drunk and stupidly confessed to finding his ge's sister incredibly hot. His brother, on the other hand, was always welcomed and often found himself visiting once every few months for a week when WayV had a little less packed schedules.

You and Ten had picked the younger boy up from the airport two days prior and he'd been laughing and goofing off with the other members (especially Sicheng, to Ten's surprise). Today, however, the younger boy had been surprising glued to your side, always offering to get you a drink or a snack or share a blanket with you, which only made the older boys grow smirks as they not so subtly teased the boy.

"I think he likes you," Ten muttered, eying the boy retreating to the kitchen to grab a water.

You nodded, leaning against your boyfriend and desperately trying to surpress your giggle, not wanting the boy to feel awkward or bullied.

"I don't like it."

You slapped Ten's chest softly.

"Let him be, it's puppy love!" you cooed.

"Puppy love or whatever. You're mine."

You rolled your eyes at the older boys antics and gave his brother a soft smile upon his return, taking the water he offered you.

"Thank you, sweetheart. You're so nice!" you grinned, reaching up to lightly ruffle the boys hair.

Pink dusted his cheeks and he looked down, but he couldn't had his growing smile.

Ten gently elbowed you in the side and pulled you closer to hiss in your ear.

"Flirt with him again and I'll make sure he hears you screaming my name later," he hissed in your ear.

"Come on Ten! He's your brother for goodness sake! It's not like he's going to ask me out. It's harmless!" you argued back.

Ten let out a grumble and turned back to the television, tugging you closer slightly.

"You're going to be the death of me," he grumbled.

WinWin

The day Sicheng found out that he had a half brother on his father's side, he didn't know how to feel. On one hand, he ecstatic. He'd always wanted a younger brother. On the other, what was he supposed to do with this information. His estranged father had never had any intention on telling him that he had a brother, so why now.

It seemed the answer was easy enough to figure out as the eight year old boy was suddenly dropped off at the dorm after Sicheng had been blindsided to watch the male while his father and his step-mother went on a seven day cruise.

While Kun had promised that it was fine, Sicheng knew the leader would rather do other things than help Sicheng take care of an eight year old on their only week off, so Sicheng had called you to come help, promising that he'd take you out for a fancy dinner if you helped him babysit for the week.

You didn't need promises to spend time with your boyfriend, even if it was babysitting.

When you entered the dorm, the first thing you noticed was Sicheng's younger brother playing game with Kunhang on the living room television, and from the looks of it, the eight year old was killing it.

"I win again!" the little boy declared as Kunhang gaped at the television.

"I- how-" he muttered.

"You must be really good to beat Kunhang!" you piped up, sending the younger male a teasing smile.

To the new voice, the eight year old looked up and the controller dropped from his hands.

"Your hot," he declared matter-of-factly.

Your eyes widened. You certainly hadn't been expected that, but a small laugh bubbled from your lips.

"Your not so bad yourself," you retorted with a wink.

"Are you flirting with my brother?!" Sicheng asked, voice sounding scandalized as he approached the two of you, holding a small cup filled with fruit punch for the young boy.

"How can I not when his looks rival his brothers." you responded, sending a wink to the young boy before pressing a kiss to Sicheng's cheek.

The boy had red rising to his cheeks and he took a sip on punch to distract himself as he awkwardly toed at the floor. Kunhang let out a boisterous laugh from his place on the couch.

"This is so weird and so comically!"

"Bet I can beat you again even with this hot person sitting beside me! They'll give me good luck!" the boy decreed, hoping up onto the couch beside the other member.

"Don't call my signifiant other hot!" Sicheng whined.

You gave Sicheng another peck to the cheek and leaned against him.

"Let him have his fun," you muttered, reaching down to grab Sicheng's hand in yours.

Lucas

Yukhei and his younger brother had always been somewhat close. They spoke on a regular basis and his brother had certainly spent time at the dorms, but he was also a busy person.

Unlike Yukhei, who had given up taking over his fathers company to be an idol, his brother was being groomed by their father to be the next CEO of said company, which meant that the boy didn't come around a whole hell of a lot. Which also played into the reason why he'd never meant his brothers significant other. That is, until you opened the door to the dorm while Yukhei was being scolded by Kun for letting Bella pee in the house again.

"Can I help you?" you asked, eying the tall man.

Right away, you knew this person had to be related to Yukhei in some way. They two were practically identical. This man might just be a little shorter and not quite as stocky.

"I believe it is I who can help YOU, beautiful," he said.

Immediately, your cheeks heated up from the awkwardness. Clearly this man had no clue that you were sleeping with his brother. Or maybe he did and he just didn't care.

"I uh... come in... handsome..." you mumbled back awkwardly, having no clue how one should respond to such a greeting.

"So are you their maid or something? Because if you come work for me, I guarantee I can treat you better."

This guy was shameless!

"Uh... the others are this way... But I'm not a maid so..."

He followed behind you into the dorm and you could practically feel his eyes on your ass. You didn't think you liked Yukhei's brother very much.

"Come on babe, I know you're a shy little mouse, but give me something to work with here! Aren't you at all interested!"

"Well... you are handsome. As handsome as your brother but-"

"My brothers got a girlfriend! If you like him, surely you'll like me! Come on, one date!"

"I-I"

"Yeah her boyfriend doesn't really want her going on a date with her boyfriends little brother," Yukhei said, swooping in and draping an arm around your shoulders.

You felt yourself relax into his side, especially as the male in front of you realized the error of his ways.

"Oh my God! I am so sorry! I don't know why I just assumed you were single! Can we start over!" the male requested, getting on his knees to beg for forgiveness.

Ok, maybe this guy wasn't so bad.

"Get up you idiot. You're acting like you've never met a girl before!"

At that, a loud laugh erupted from your lips, making them both look at you.

"It's really ok! You didn't know! Just don't do it again," you laughed.

Xiaojun

The thought of Dejun having a younger sibling was something that had never crossed his mind, especially when he'd turned 16. He just never considered his parents would want to have more children until his mother informed him that she was, in fact, pregnant once again. Six years later, he didn't get to spend much time with his baby brother, but when he did, he tended to make the most of it. So when his mother offered to let Dejun babysit for the afternoon while she did some shopping, he couldn't have been happier. Especially because you'd finally get to meet the little boy.

When he was dropped off, you were blown away by the cute little boy that you immediately pulled him from Dejun's arms, cuddling him to your side.

"You are the most precious thing I've ever seen!" you cooed.

The boy cuddled against your side and placed a kiss on your cheek, one that had you beaming.

"You're so handsome! When you get older, you're going to have all the heads turning, just like your big brother!"

The boy giggled at that and wrapped his arms around your neck, hugging you tightly.

"Can I date you too when I get older?" he asked.

Dejun scoffed in the back of his throat, but you could see the fond smile on his face.

"Why of course you can! Unless you already have a partner!" you beamed, ruffling the boys hair.

At that, Dejun crossed his arms over his chest and stared at you with a pout.

"I don't wanna share," he whined.

You rolled your eyes at him, letting out a small little laugh as you pressed a kiss to his little brother's forehead and patted his back, sending him off to Kun, who promised to make the younger boy ramen for lunch.

"Are you seriously jealous of your little brother?"

"You shouldn't flirt with other guys," he whined.

You cooed at the male and leaned in close to press a soft kiss against his lips.

"You're the only one for me baby," you promised, laughing as you overheard the younger boy requesting that Kun make you a bowl as well.

"He's getting too attached," Dejun mumbled.

You kissed his lips again and took hold of his hand.

"I'm yours babe, and nothing is going to change that," you promised.

Hendery

Kunhang thought his parents must really like having children. And, to be fair, his childhood had been a pretty happy one. However, he was the youngest of four and the only boy. He was the baby and it showed. He was constantly being doted on by his parents and even his sisters who, at one point, would dress him up in make-up and make him pretend to be their fourth sister.

However, all of that changed when Hendery was 10 and news of his mothers pregnancy reached his unwitting ears. He had been angry. Angry because his youngest sister had told him "horror stories" of what it was like for her when he was born. He wasn't exactly ready. However, when his brother was born, he had a friend. Even if said friend was 10 years younger.

Now, a twelve year old boy sat perched on the couch between Kunhang and Ten, eyes glued to the television as they watched Harry Potter for the thousandth time.

"Does anyone want anything to eat? I'm going to make a sandwich," you called.

When no one responded, you set to the kitchen to put your own sandwich together when a figure suddenly appeared behind you.

"I bet your sandwiches are delicious! Could you make me one?" he asked.

You glanced back to give him a wide grin.

"Sure thing honey bunches! What would you like on it?"

He listed off everything he wanted on the sandwich and you set to work assembling it for him. You sliced the sandwich in half triangle style the way you usually ate your sandwiches and gave him a wide smile.

He sat down at the island and took a large bite, humming a little over-exaggeratedly at the flavor.

"It's so good!" he said.

You laughed and ruffled his hair before opening the fridge and handing him a 12 ounce bottle of coke.

"Only the best for you! Gotta keep those muscles growing if your gonna play spots when you get older!"

"Mom says I'm made for the soccer field! She wants me to try out to be a professional player! But I want to be an idol like Kunhang!"

What he said surprised you. Kunhang hadn't told you his little brother had interest in joining the entertainment industry.

"I'm sure you'd be great at it!" you encouraged.

"Do you think I'd fit in with NCT?" he asked.

"Are you kidding? You'd put them all to shame with your looks and talent! No one could beat you!"

"What are we talking about?" Kunhang asked, moving up behind you and wrapping an around around your waist.

You picked up half of your sandwich off your plate and offered it to him, to which he took a bite straight from your hand.

"He's interested in joining the entertainment industry!" you beamed.

Kunhang looked over at him, eyebrow raised.

"Ok, but stay away from my partner with those good looks and talent that could put us all to shame," he mocked, kissing your temple before plopping down beside you.

YangYang

YangYang was born five minutes earlier than his identical twin brother, which he had kept a secret from the prying eyes of the fans. His brother, while sharing his same facial features and eyes, was very different from YangYang.

His twin was more introverted and, unlike YangYang, had 0 interest becoming an idol. Rather, he wanted to become a veterinarian to go along with his love of animals. So, when YangYang went away to train, his brother was taking medical classes and it just never made sense for either of them to mention each other, specifically because YangYang's twin didn't care much for access media attention.

The members, however, were very aware of YangYang's twin, although they'd found out the hard way when his brother had come to visit and Sicheng had accidentally yelled at him to get his "damn shoes out of the hallway."

It had been hysterical when it was all said and done and his twin had quickly bonded with the older boys, letting them pull him out of his shell to find the energetic boy that liked to compete with YangYang on everything.

While you knew that YangYang had a twin brother, and that they were identical, the thoughts didn't cross your mind as you showed up at the dorm to spend time with YangYang. When Dejun opened the door, he informed you that YangYang was finishing up a shower and would be out soon, directing you to his bedroom.

When you walked in, however, you found "YangYang" sitting on his bed playing a game on his phone. Assuming he'd gotten out of the shower before Dejun had realized, you thought nothing of it and sauntered over to the boy, taking his phone out of his hands and plopping down on his lap.

"I missed you," you said, leaning back against him, letting your head rest against his collar bone.

"I um..." the boy stammered.

You'd never known YangYang to get flustered, but chopped it up to the members being in the dorm.

"What's wrong baby? Cat got your tongue?" you cooed, sending him a mischievous wink as you purposefully wiggled your bum on his lap.

"I-I"

"What the hell is going on?!" a very familiar voice tore through your reverie and your eyes shot up to the door where... YangYang stood, towel wrapped around his waist, another drying his hair.

"YangYang?!" you gaped, jumping off the lap you were sitting on. "But who?!" you turned back to the man on the bed and then it dawned on you.

YangYang had mentioned earlier in the week that you should come by to meet his twin brother. Somehow, that had slipped your mind and now...

"Oh my God!! I am so sorry!" you screeched, voice going up an octave as your cheek flushed a bright red.

The boys shared a look before both burst out laughing, doubling over with hilarity as your cheeks burned.

"This has got to be the best mix up I've ever seen!" the real YangYang cackled, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against him.

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Lightning Strikes | bucky barnes x reader

word count - 6.5k

warnings - angst, language, poorly written ending, mentions of blood/violence, torture, descriptions of panic attacks !! do not read if this could trigger you !!

summary - Y/N is kidnapped and experimented on by HYDRA. Nothing can stop Bucky from saving her. But... what if Y/N can't be saved? What if Y/N won't let herself be saved?

a/n - I had three of the most amazing beta readers ever for this fic !! many, many thanks to @cxddlyash, @thewxntersoldier, and especially @calpalirwin, who almost wrecked the car when I told you part of the storyline <3

tags - @bibliophilewednesday @givebuckyhisplumsnow (send me an ask or a dm if you'd like to be added!!)

Two months. It had been two months since the last time anyone had seen Y/N in person. Heartbreaking video footage had been delivered as if to taunt the team.

“Please, I don’t know anything about Project Delaware, I swear. Don’t put me in the room I swear, I swear I don’t know,” she sobbed. Everyone held their breath as they watched their teammate be tortured. The film cut to the next shot, obviously a few minutes later, if the new bloodstains and split lip were anything to go by, as well as the new setting. In the center of the shot was Y/N, lying strapped to a table, restraints fastened to her hands and ankles.

“Please,” she begged. “I can’t give you what you want, please just let me go.” Her cries went unanswered, disregarded as the scientists in the room continued prepping their experiments.

Bucky felt his stomach drop as they held her down, injecting vial after vial of some strange serum in her veins. His mouth went dry as she passed out after the third injection, a cry dying on her lips. His feelings for Y/N were far from hidden, with his longing stares and lingering touches that never seemed to be enough. Watching her in pain was his own personal hell.

Knowing this was a recording was another level of torment. This had already happened. There was nothing he could do to stop this. HYDRA had taken their time and already took her apart. But hearing Y/N call out his name, begging him to help - that was what broke him. He fell to his knees in the middle of the living room, reaching out to the screen to maybe, maybe just try to take some of her pain.

Her screams played on repeat in everyone’s heads as they worked tirelessly to find her - but no one seemed to work harder than Bucky. Sleep became a foreign concept to the soldier. Nights and days blended together to form some unforgivable mesh of consciousness. Dark bags formed under his eyes that put those he gained as the Winter Soldier to shame. His teammates looked at him with some strange mix of pity, confusion, and comfort. So when the day finally came when Y/N’s location was revealed, he was the first one to board the jet. Plopping himself down in his seat, he purposefully avoided Steve and Sam’s concerned glances.

“Pal,” Steve began, “no one would blame you for sitting this one out.”

“I would,” he replied harshly as he strapped himself in.

“She knows you’ve been working to find her. Maybe you should take a rest,” Sam tried to reason.

“I won’t sleep,” Bucky growled, “until she’s home. Until I can physically see and feel her, I will not close my eyes because she’d do the same for me. So don’t even try to talk me out of this.” His chest heaved with emotion as he all but hissed the last few words.

The captains shared a look, and silently seated themselves on either side of him. “We’ll get her back, Buck.”

The soldier stayed silent, praying that their words rang true.

~~

Bucky almost slipped back into the Winter Soldier as he fought his way through the compound. Blades and bullets alike found home in his targets, anyone daring to come in his way falling before they could move against him. The way to her cell was paved with bloody trails, some old and some new.

Her door was easy enough to find - the only one reinforced with more locks and chains than would typically be necessary. Bucky saw nothing but red as he all but ripped the locking mechanism away from the door, but the sight awaiting him made him want to blackout.

Y/N was suspended by the wrists in the center of the room, hands suspended above her head by thick gauntlets, a chain looping through a hook in the ceiling. Her head hung low, and he would have thought her dead if not for the worryingly subtle rise and fall of her chest.

Oxygen couldn't come fast enough as he mumbled into his earpiece. "I found her," he breathed, relief and apprehension apparent in his tone. He ignored the team’s questions as he forced his legs to move closer, commanding his body to listen and lower his friend. He cradled her beaten body to his chest, frantically searching for a pulse. Faint, but there.

"Y/N, sweetheart, you gotta come back to me, wake up for me." He pushed a strand of hair back away from her eyes. She didn't respond.

"Barnes, we gotta go. Reinforcements will be here soon." Stark's voice rang through the comms. "Get her to the jet, we can put her in the cradle until Cho can take a look at her."

A hardened mask fell over his features. He would do this. He could handle this because Y/N needed him to. "Copy that."

~~

Two weeks and she's still unconscious. Dr. Cho had yet to decipher what HYDRA had injected in her. Bucky was furious.

How dare they? How dare they take Y/N, who refused to kill the bugs that found their way inside, instead choosing to carry them back out. Y/N, who smiled and cracked jokes when everyone else was too solemn to. Y/N, who was never afraid to approach Bucky when everyone else was.

He'd taken it upon himself to hunt them down. Every agent who was rumored to be even affiliated with the base she was on - they found a bullet between their eyes. James Barnes had gone rogue, and there was nothing the team could do. He had cut off communication from everyone except Cho, who updated him on everything relating to Y/N. And so far, nothing had changed, so the bodies of HYDRA agents kept piling up.

He sat alone on a rooftop in Madripoor. This city never was his favorite, but he'd go just about anywhere to find these assholes. The loaded rifle next to him served as a constant reminder of what he was actually doing here, of the price these agents and scientists had to pay for experimenting on someone who deserved the world at her feet. The operative he was currently tracking, Samuel Geigler, was a scientist mentioned to have been the one developing whatever serum they'd forced into Y/N.

Movement below signaled his mark had left his apartment. This was his chance. Bucky readied the rifle, bracing against his shoulder and peering through the scope. Just a little to the left, and the target's skull was just in the crosshairs. His finger rested on the trigger. Geigler was about to get in his car. Bucky took a deep breath, braced his shoulder, and --

A hand came to rest on the assassin's left shoulder. Bucky whipped around, bringing a hand to the unexpected visitor’s wrist. His free hand found the knife at his hip and within a few skilled moves, his guest had a blade pressed against their throat.

"What do you want?" he hissed.

"Buck," Steve began, "you've gotta come back."

"They're still out there," he responded harshly, pulling the knife away from his oldest friend's jugular. Looking down, he saw his mark's car was halfway down the road. Damnit. That's another day he has to spend in this goddamn city.

"Buck, you're not hearing me. She's progressing. She'll wake up soon. Come back home."

"You said she'd wake up soon the moment we got her back. I won't be home until she's awake or I kill each and every one of them who laid a hand on her. Whichever happens first."

James began packing his rifle, ready to spend another night chasing leads.

"This isn't who you are," Steve breathed. "This vigilante justice, rogue assassinations, it's not what she would want, it's not you."

"The U.S. Army trained me as a sniper." Bucky spun and jabbed a finger in Steve's chest. "I was the sniper, oh sorry, assassin, on the Howling Commandos. HYDRA made me a goddamn assassin, too. This is exactly who I am, Rogers. Don't try to say it isn't. This is what they made me, this is what you made me."

"And Y/N? What about her? What would she think when she wakes up and finds out you killed fifty people because of her?"

"Because of her? Steve, I'm doing this for her. So that she doesn't have to wake up to a world where people can do to other people what they did to her. So she can rest easy knowing they won't come for her. Things I would have loved to have known when I escaped." Bucky's chest heaved as he glared at the blonde.

Steve sighed, knowing there wasn't much else he could say. Admitting he was right would be like condoning his actions, and arguing against him would be like saying Y/N didn't deserve the peace of mind Bucky was trying to give her, the only way he knew how.

"Buck, I'm not here to fight you. Cho--"

"Has been keeping me updated of Y/N's conditions. I'll know when she wakes up. I'll be there."

As if on a cue, his phone vibrated against the pocket of his jeans. Steve raised an almost perfectly trimmed brow.

"I'm going back home, Bucky. I hope you will too." With that, the Captain turned on his heel and walked away, hoping his friend would follow.

Bucky stayed rooted to the ground. “That place isn’t my home until she’s back in it.”

The Captain hesitated, then continued onward with an overwhelming air of defeat.

Later that night, Bucky opened the notification he had been too anxious to read. Would she be okay? Would Cho tell him she hadn't made it? That the injuries were too severe? That the injections were actually a slow-acting poison?

Two words made his whole world stop.

She's up.

~~

Constant, slow beeping. A heart monitor. Someone adjusting an IV. Likely injecting another foreign substance in her.

"Please…" she groaned, "no."

"Y/N?" Someone called her name. Strange, HYDRA usually just called her Experiment or bitch. "Y/N, can you hear me?" The woman was familiar somehow, like from another lifetime.

"I can't," she whined groggily. "Don't make me, please please don't." A hand gripped her arm. The handler, she presumed. "I can't," she cried. "I can't, I can't. Please, it hurts, I can't control it, don't make me."

Something shook her. "Y/N come back to us, kid." This time the voice was male.

"Don't touch me!" A scream ripped through her chest as she jolted up, arms thrashing and chest heaving. She fought off the hands that tried to restrain her.

"Kid, kid, look at me." Someone was talking to her, someone she knew, but Y/N couldn't bring herself to focus on anything but getting free.

"Don't make me do it," she sobbed as a face came into her field of view. Her eyes met brown, and Tony Stark was in front of her, his hands bracing her shoulders, keeping her arms still enough to not hurt herself.

"Kid, please, breathe for me, yeah? In and out. No one's gonna make you do it, okay? Just breathe," he tried to soothe as she continued to whimper.

"Tony," she breathed. "Tony, oh my god."

"I'm here, Y/N, I'm here." The billionaire pulled Y/N into his arms. She tucked her face into the crook of his neck and cried.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry." The endless whispered apologies flowed from her lips as she refused to lift her head.

"Kid, what can you be sorry for?"

"I failed. I got captured, I could have hurt you. I'm so sorry, Tony, I tried to stop them, I tried." Her cries increased in intensity as she recounted her shortcomings, and Tony's heart broke. He glanced over to Dr. Cho, who had been standing on the side, apprehensively ready to sedate if necessary. Stark knew the only person who could potentially calm her.

"Notify Barnes. She's awake."

Helen nodded and exited the room.

"Y/N, you're alright. It's okay. You don't have to talk about it. But we need to do some lab work, yeah? Now that you're awake?"

Her head lifted instantly, terror apparent in her eyes. "No, no, no needles, please. I'll do whatever you want, just no needles please, I can't do it, you can't put that stuff in me again," she begged desperately.

"Y/N? Y/N, listen, nothing is going-- Y/N!" Tony struggled to keep her still. He shook her shoulders once, twice, and she still remained frantic.

"I can't-- I can't, Tony, I can't control it, I-I-I'll hurt you guys and I can't do that, no needles, I can't hurt you, I can't, I can't-"

"Doc!" Tony called frantically. "Helen, she's hyperventilating and her pulse is increasing."

The next thing Y/N felt was a short prick in the neck before her eyelids fell too heavy to stay open. The last thing Tony saw on her face before she passed out was a look of utter betrayal.

~~

The first thing Y/N noticed when she was awake was that she was alone. No familiar face sat at her bedside, no one was poking and prodding. The room, the same room as before, was empty of any other persons.

Was this real? No, this had to be some sort of trick. She wasn’t actually home. HYDRA had created some new hell, some new way of deceiving her mind into thinking she was home.

The door creaked open. This was it. The scientists were coming back, they’d come up with new experiments and they would stick her with serums and tubes and the electricity that coursed through her veins.

The moment a body came into view, she released all the tension that was building up. Sparks flew from the tips of her fingers, as electricity shot in all directions. A scream ripped through her body as Y/N let go of all the strain, heat, and power that she’d been trying to keep under control.

Y/N was panting as the light died down. When she opened her eyes, Dr. Cho was standing in the doorway, cradling her left arm. All emotions drained from the once-hero immediately as she saw what she’d done. Cho’s lab coat sleeve was singed, and Y/N could spy blood seeping through the ruined edges.

Immediately, tears sprung to her eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Helen. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” she began.

The doctor stepped forward, but Y/N held her hand out. Cho’s flinch as she moved didn’t escape her notice. “Don’t come closer to me,” Y/N breathed. “I might do it again.”

Cho opened her mouth to speak but was cut off when voices were heard in the hallway.

“What was that?!”

“It came from medical.”

The telltale voices of her teammates flooded her senses, and dread filled her mind. Of course, she missed them and wanted to see them, but what if she hurt them? What if she couldn’t control it again, and hurt them like she did Dr. Cho?

“Don’t come in here!” Y/N thought she said the words softly, but it came out more like a yell. She saw as most of her teammates gathered in the doorway, where Helen stood like a barricade between two worlds. Wanda, Natasha, Sam, Tony, Thor, and Scott stood paralyzed in the entryway.

“Y/N...” Wanda, who had always been like a sister to the girl, breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of her friend finally awake.

“Put me in solitary.”

“...Excuse me?” Tony, the father of the group, elbowed his way to the front.

“I can help, Y/N. You know I can. If you let me into your mind, I can find the block. I can show you how to… guide it. It may take a few tries, but Y/N, anything is better than this.” Wanda tried to reason.

“No. I can’t control it,” Y/N whispered. “I can’t let myself hurt you guys. I’ve done enough. Put. Me. In. Containment.”

~~

It took every ounce of restraint that James Buchanan Barnes had in his body not to leap off the plane the moment he landed. He shoved agents aside as he ran off the tarmac and barrelled through the doors. Steve tried to intercept him as he stepped off the elevator to the residential levels, but Bucky expertly avoided his outstretched hand.

“Buck, there’s something you should know first.”

“I’m going to see her.” He made a sharp left, heading for medical. By this point, other members of the team had caught up.

“You won’t find her there.” Wanda’s words made the super-soldier freeze. With deathly focus, he spun slowly on his heel.

“What do you mean?” The question came out more as more of a growl than words.

“She’s in containment holding,” Natasha answered through a grimace.

Bucky stilled, and the rage that fell over his features was murderous. He whispered, with deadly calm, “You put her in lockup?”

“Barnes it wasn’t like that,” Tony tried to explain. “She--”

“You took her out of one cell and put her right back into another. I got her out of one prison and you all sat her right back in one.” His chest began heaving as his voice raised. “Is that what you did? She needs help, and you locked her away.”

“Barnes, what they did to her-- they experimented on her, and she’s not the same.” Steve put his hand on his friend’s shoulder, but Bucky whirled and jabbed a metal finger in his face.

“You. You didn’t tell me. You knew and didn’t tell me she was locked away, that you put her in some jail cell of a room and called it a kindness.”

“I didn’t know until I landed back here.”

Bucky’s nostrils flared. “Take me to her or I swear to God, I’ll give you a real monster to chain up and put away.”

~~

"Y/N?"

Y/N's head snapped up at the sound of her name. On the other side of the glass cage, there stood the one person she was really missing. "Bucky," she breathed.

"I'm gonna get them to open the door," he promised. "I'll get you out of this."

"Bucky, I--"

"I'll get it open then we can talk about what happened and we can get you help and--"

"It's locked from the inside."

He froze. "What?"

"Buck, I've got to be in here. I don't know what they did to me, but I can't hurt you guys."

"Whatever it is, it can't be that bad. Doll, I need you to let me in. Open the door for me."

"No, Barnes, I can't hurt you too."

He felt his heart break a little. "Doll, you gotta let me in, I need to see you."

"F.R.I.D.A.Y.?"

"Yes, Ms. Y/N?" The automated system replied. If it were possible for a robot to have pity in their voice, it was there. The devastation was clear on Bucky's face as his eyes shined with some heartbreaking emotion that couldn't quite be labeled.

"Call Steve, tell him I need him to get Bucky." Before the automated system could do as she asked, she turned to the 106-year-old man with his metal fist pressed against the glass. "I'm sorry. I have to make sure you're safe."

~~

Bucky spent days waiting for Y/N to come out. At some point, during the first day, as he was arguing with Steve, Y/N had commanded F.R.I.D.A.Y. to turn the walls opaque, thus limiting anyone's visibility of herself.

She knew Bucky wouldn't give up so easily, which made it all the more heartbreakingly endearing when little notes started coming along with her meal trays. Sometimes they were short messages, like:

Hope your day is going okay

I know you want space, but we live in a glorified dorm so…

Or her personal favorite,

I miss you. We all do, but I miss you the most.

Other times, he left long-winded messages of the day's accounts, making sure to tell Y/N about all the times Sam 'tripped' and face-planted in the kitchen. They always ended the same.

I’m waiting for you, whenever you’re ready to come out. -B

So when she wrote back on the third day, leaving the note atop the same dish it came in on, James Barnes was ecstatic.

Can we talk?

Three words had never left the supersoldier so elated, except maybe when he was told the triggers were removed. He sprinted back to the solitary halls, almost tripping over himself when he saw that she’d cleared the walls again, allowing him to see her clearly.

“Y/N.” Her name was a gentle whisper on his lips, but it speared through the silence she’d experienced for the past three days like a battle cry.

“Hi Buck,” she breathed.

“Can I come in?”

She hesitated. “What if I hurt you?’’

“You could never hurt me.”

Y/N didn’t seem convinced.

“Doll, I know what it’s like to wake up and have been experimented on. I know how much it hurts, having this… thing… that you didn’t ask for. But we have to live with it. HYDRA took so much of my own life from me. Don’t let them take it from you too.”

He watched as she took a deep breath. Then, “You can come in.”

It took all his self-control not to run to the door the moment she said the words. One steadying breath later, he was crossing the threshold, entering the prison that Y/N had made into her home.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

The woman scanned all around the room, suddenly hyper-aware of her surroundings. Bucky wasn’t looking at anything but her.

“Sorry about the mess.” She flitted from place to place, hastily cleaning up. “I didn’t think to--”

“Y/N.” His voice made her stop in her tracks. Slowly, she turned to face him. Meeting his eyes, her resolve broke. Tears sprang to her eyes, and she flung herself into his arms.

“I’m sorry,” she sniffled. “It’s too much, I can’t control it.” Tucking her face into the crook of his neck, she felt his arms come up, one hand finding a home around her waist and the other cradling the back of her head.

“You’re okay,” he soothed. “We can figure this out, you’ll be okay.”

"I don't know what to do, Buck." Her whimper broke his heart.

"You can't be alone right now, doll. It's not doing anything but scaring you. We'll figure out how to control it. But isolating yourself is just gonna make it hurt more." His eyes begged her to understand. Could she? Could she see how this was hurting her?

Y/N bit her lip, thinking about what he said. She broke away, eyes fixating on a spot on the floor. Was that burn mark there before? "I can't tell sometimes. That I'm back home. I have flashbacks, and it convinces me I'm still there. Still being poked and prodded, still being someone’s science project. It paralyzes me. And I have these, these--” she struggled to find the words. “These powers now that I never wanted, never asked for. I don’t know how to manage them, and the thought that I could hurt you, or anyone else-- I can’t take that risk.”

“Y/N, you locking yourself away is hurting me more than your hands ever could.” He carefully held her face in his hands, thumbing away a tear that started falling. “I know I can never fully understand, but I think I understand better than you think I do and probably better than anyone else here.”

It wasn’t until she looked up at him, met his eyes, that he realized just how dark her under-eyes were.

“Jesus, doll. Don’t take this the wrong way, but when the hell was the last time you slept?”

Y/N let out a half-chuckle. “Not medically induced? Probably too long ago.” She carefully eyed his reaction.

“You need sleep, Y/N,” Bucky chided, taking her hand in his. “You’ve been through so much recently, you have to let yourself rest too.”

Y/N paused haltingly. “Will… will you still be here when I wake up?”

The soldier smiled softly. “As long as you want me here.”

She nodded as if to herself. “Okay. Okay then. I- I can’t wake up alone again.”

“You won’t,” he insisted. “I’ll be here, I promise. I won’t leave you.”

~~

Y/N talked in her sleep. That was something Bucky had always known, from the sleepless nights he’d pace up and down the halls and hear drowsy half-conversations from the other side of her door.

This wasn’t like that.

Y/N tossed her head, writhing as if in pain while mumbling quiet no’s. Bucky did his best to bear it, to try to let her sleep through it, thinking maybe it would end in the next few seconds. Ten minutes and she still hasn’t stopped twisting, sweat gathering on her brow as she fought off invisible restraints.

“Again,” the man in the lab coat insisted.

“I can’t,” she rebutted. She stared down the bullseye target pinned against the far wall, her fingertips outstretched towards it. A scorch mark lined the outer edges of the paper.

“Strike the target,” the handler hissed, “or the target will strike you.”

All at once, the paper target morphed into a silhouette, a man’s body that she’d know anywhere.

“I won’t.” The words this time were more severe, more intentional.

The wrong answer.

Without a cue, the Winter Soldier snapped into action.

“B-bucky,” she whimpered. “Please, stop, Buck no.”

The airy words broke the man’s heart. How could he let her dream on, if he was the one causing this fictional hurt?

“Y/N,” he tried. “Doll, wake up.” His flesh hand moved to her face, brushing strands of damp hair away from her eyes. “Can you hear me?”

Blow after blow landed, and she couldn’t feel anything but the raging fire inside her.

“Bucky,” she breathed. “I don’t wanna hurt you. Please, stop.” The words were disrupted by grunts of pain, and when he wound up for the next punch, the dam broke.

His metal hand reached to grab her shoulder, and that’s when the sparks flew. Pain was the only thing he could register as lightning coursed through the artificial appendage and made its way to the rest of his body. Tendrils of electricity danced across the vibranium fingers he could no longer control. The arm glitched and contorted, and he could almost feel the nerves fraying as the electronics fried.

“Y/N!” he shouted. The pain was nearly unbearable, but he wouldn’t -- couldn’t stop until he made sure Y/N was okay. Sparks jetted out in every direction as lightning struck every nearby object, but Bucky focused all his attention on her.

Her eyes snapped open, and everything stopped. The electricity vanished, and Bucky was guilty to find himself breathing a sigh of relief.

“Buck?” He heard her call out, but she just seemed so far away.

“You alright, doll?” He managed to mumble before the darkness swept over everything.

Y/N watched in horror as his knees seemed to give out from under him.

“James!” She screamed, kicking off the blankets and rushing to his collapsed form. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., get somebody down here!” More quietly, then, to Barnes, “What happened, Buck?”

She held his face in her hands but quickly ceased all contact when she saw it. Sparks still lingered around the fingers of his left hand. She glanced down in disgust at her own hands as she rushed to stand, pushing herself to the furthest corner of the room, eyes fixed on his crumpled shape on the floor by her bed. “I did this,” she breathed. “I did this, I did this, it was me, I did it.”

Y/N didn’t even register the sound of the door opening, the thoughts playing all too loudly in her mind as Steve Rogers and Tony Stark crowded into the room and immediately rushed to their fallen teammate. It wasn’t until red mist coated her vision that Y/N began to see clearly. Wanda sat in front of her, blocking her view of the scene. Without a word, the witch beckoned Y/N into a tight embrace. “Wanda, it’s all my fault,” she whimpered as she wrapped herself tightly around her friend. “I couldn’t-- I didn’t mean to, but I--”

“Y/N, you’re having a panic attack. Breathe for me, okay? In and out.” The Sokovian took a deep breath in, waiting for her teammate to mimic her actions before exhaling. In, hold, out. IN, hold, out.

“Okay, Y/N, are you with me? Name me five things you can see.”

“The-the burns,” Y/N mumbled, eyes fixating on the scorched black floors before searching the room again. “The blankets on the floor. You. Tony.” She peeked over Wanda’s shoulder to see the Captain exiting the room, carrying something-- someone away. “Steve, oh my god he’s--” Talons of dark emotion wrenched at her chest, restricting her lungs and making it hard to breathe.

Wanda gently tapped a finger against Y/N’s chin, redirecting her attention. “Four things you can feel.”

Y/N took a deep inhale through her nose. “The floor, the air conditioning. The scratchiness of this shirt.” She took a moment to consider. “Your hand on my wrist.”

“Good, good. Three you can hear?”

“Tony’s suit as he moves.” She shut her eyes to focus. The panic was there, but starting to subside. “The fan blowing. The hum of electricity.”

“Awesome, two you can smell?”

Her stomach dropped and her eyes opened, filled with worry. “Blood and smoke.”

Wanda did her best to hide her wince. “And one that you can taste?”

She considered for a moment. “Bile?” she finally answered, worry traced across her brow.

“You did good,” Wanda soothed. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“I knew this would happen,” Y/N sniffled. “I let myself relax, felt the shock of everything finally wear off, and let myself sleep and I-- I had a nightmare. And my body-- I couldn’t help it. It just… happened.”

“I know, I know love,” Wanda soothed, bringing Y/N’s head to again rest against her shoulder, ignoring the static electricity buzzing against her skin. “I know you’d never do it on purpose. We all know.”

“You shouldn’t be here,” Y/N breathed. “I could hurt you, all of you.” Nevertheless, she couldn’t find it in herself to push away the physical contact she’d been craving since this all began. Wanda simply hushed the girl, holding her close and comforting her the best she could.

“Go inside my head,” Y/N whispered, forehead pressed into the crook of her neck. “Fix it, do whatever you can. I can’t do this.”

“Are you sure?” Y/N couldn’t see it, but she could hear as Wanda’s voice cracked that the tears must be starting. Pity, she supposed it must be.

“You said ‘anything is better than this.’ Make it right.” Y/N lifted her head and met the Witch’s eyes, sparkling with the beginnings of tears. “Help me control it.”

Y/N’s vision was overtaken by red as Wanda worked her way into her head. The last thought she had before slipping into the full grasp of her teammate was of Bucky; his smile, and how she prayed she could see it again.

~~

A heart monitor. An IV. The clasp of a pulse oximeter on his right index finger. All things he was aware of as he awoke, but what grasped his attention the most was the disturbing lack of a left arm.

Wearily, he opened his eyes and was met with the basic medbay rooms he was all too familiar with. The window blinds were opened just enough to cast a sliver of light directly into his eyes. When he went to lift his hand to shield the light, he found an unmoving pressure situated against his right side.

There she was. Beautiful and perfect as ever, and out of solitary. He was suddenly aware, once again, that he didn’t have a left hand to push away the fallen strands of hair from her face.

“Y/N,” he breathed, trying to shake the hand she clutched so tightly.

Groggily, she lifted her head. Her mouth opened in a silent yawn, but when her eyes fell on Bucky’s open blue ones, it felt like time stopped for her. “Buck,” she whispered as she joolted to her feet.

“Y/N.” He started tearing up.

Oh god, he was tearing up. Was he scared of her now? Did she ruin something she never even had the bravery to start? Was he mentally bracing for another shockwave to hit him, to bring him to his knees?

“I’m sorry,” she began, water beginning to pool in her eyes. “I didn’t mean to, it was an accident and oh my god, I never meant to hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you, Bucky, you have to know that. I couldn’t help it and-- oh my god your arm, I’m so sorry. Tony’s working on it now, but I don’t know if he even can fix it. If you never wanna see me again--”

“Doll.”

“--that’s fine, I just had to know you were okay, that I didn’t k-kill you or anything.” Tears began falling, not just on her face, but on the soldier’s as well. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I can ever say it enough--”

“Doll.”

“-- you just tried to help and I hurt you and I don’t think I can ever--”

“Y/N.”

She froze as he gently moved his hand out of her grasp, bringing it to cradle her cheek.

“I’m just glad that you’re okay, that you’re out here.” He squeezed her hand softly as his eyes positively sparkled with unspoken words.

“But I hurt you. I-I physically hurt you,” she whispered, dropping her gaze.

“I would do it a thousand times over if I could save you the pain of what happened. In a heartbeat.”

“Why?” She demanded, meeting his gaze. “Why do you keep putting yourself in danger for me? Steve--” she faltered. At his encouraging look, she continued. “Steve told me about those weeks. About your … nights in Madripoor. You hunted them all, could have gotten yourself killed. Why?”

“Sweetheart,” he breathed. “I found them so that you wouldn’t have to worry about them finding you. I did it so that you���d never have to spend a night awake, worrying about if they could find you and take you back. I found them so you might be able to sleep at night. You may think me a monster for it, but I needed you to know you were safe.”

“Why, James?” She needed to hear it. The tears were already streaming down her face, but she needed to hear it.

“Because I love you, darlin’. And I’d do anything to be sure you never have to hurt like that again.”

The floor felt swept out from under her, but somehow she remained standing as she asked “Why me?”

“You are so… good.” Tears fell from blue eyes as he struggled to find the words. “You never treated me differently, when even Steve did. You donate to shelters and find homes for stray kittens and never say no when a kid wants a picture with you. You are the best person I know and you deserve a happiness that this life could never provide. I want to keep you smiling forever, and selfishly, I want to be the reason you smile. I want to see your shining eyes every day for the rest of my life. I love you, Y/N, and I won’t let you lock yourself away from me, not when I need you.”

“I’m broken,” she mumbled. “Wanda had to put a block in my mind for me to even be here. I don’t think anything short of Wakandan technology can help me, maybe not even that.”

“You’re not broken,” he insisted. “You were tortured. It’s not okay, what happened to you. But you are still Y/N, you are still the person who makes me coffee even though you hate the smell of it. You still think of everyone else before yourself, no matter how much you shouldn’t. You are still the person who I love, irrevocably and unconditionally.”

“I love you too.” The words were nearly silent, but hung like a shout between them. “I have for a while. Since Germany, I think.”

This was not the place Bucky had imagined telling her he loved her. He’d pictured a midnight walk through the woods, an open clearing with a perfect view of the night sky. He’d imagined her eyes would shine brighter than any star in the sky as he told her he loved her to the moon and back, wrapped in his arms. Instead it would be here, where he only has one arm and a thousand wires hooked into him, plugging him into various monitors that were likely keeping him alive.

“Go to Wakanda,” he urged. “If you think that will help you. I know how you’re feeling right now. Do what you need to do to feel comfortable in your own skin again. I promise you, doll, I’ll be right here waiting for you when you come back.”

She couldn't help but throw her arms around him, her body molding to his, craving his touch more than oxygen. “Do you promise?’

He never thought he’d miss the feeling of the metal limb, but damn if he didn’t wish he could snake his arms around her and pull her impossibly closer. He settled for wrapping his right arm around her waist, tugging her form down to lay basically on top of him.

“I meant what I said when you were down there. I’ll always be waiting for you, whenever you’re ready, as long as you’ll have me. As long as you want me.”

“Even though I fucked up your arm?” her fingers nervously toyed with his dog tags.

He let out a gentle chuckle. “Nothing-- and I mean nothing-- could stop me from loving you.”

She let out a smile, tucking her face into the crook of his neck. This, she thought, is what she really needed. This is what she wanted. She could feel the sparks tingling under her fingertips, but she pushed the thought away as she inhaled deeply. Bucky. Bucky was what she needed. This was all she could ever need; the safety and comfort of being with him.

“Although the arm thing, that is a bit of a setback--”

“Oh my god.”

~~

a/n pt2 - this, I realized as I wrote, is very much inspired by @wkemeup, who has not one single bad fic on their masterlist !! this was very much inspired by: Sacrifice, Flight Risk, and No Control. it wasn't intentional, but definitely recognized along the way. if you have a chance, be sure to check out her page!! always amazing <3 <3

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[desertdragon]

I am once again thinking about Yugiri fighting Zenos on her own (The Time Between the Seconds, what a metal name for a quest btw) and I will make it everyones problem by discussing the theme of viewing yourself as disposable and glorified suicide and also how metaphorically dying over and over is perfect for defining her and Vaste's relationship <3

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Anyway I think it means so much if we frame Yugiri as both desperate to save those around her as quickly as possible, because to her lingering time means more chances they'll die, and suicidal since she lives serving others but not herself and doesn't speak of the future she fights for as one with a place for her in it- as I pointed out in my 7000 word essay on her a few months ago

What does it say about her though to have accepted the Warrior of Light tagging along and no one else though, like aside from the obvious that the player is made involved in the MSQ and it involved both main villains so Of Course you had to go, what does it say that she wanted the most powerful person to at least witness her death if she failed, and give her strength if she succeeded; was she scared beyond belief deep down inside, did she think if she died then at least it would be in the company of heroes like those she admired and threw her home away for to start this path

Then of course, there was the motivation to go into certain death. First is love, the ultimate reason for every major choice she's ever made, love to fix another people's suffering, love to distort herself into the tool they need, love to care for an ideal higher than herself, love that let her take up violence and kill to defend, to preserve when she can't let go, love to care for things others won't, love to not dwell on herself etc.

What about the hope of being a hero for someone, which has run as an undercurrent the entire time, which saw her once rejected by the very people she wished to save as they tore apart her reason for living, the hidden longing to be more than where she is, that longing for adventure that began when she couldn't be satisfied with staying put in Sui no Sato, the part that didn't care to listen too closely to the adults, the part that could listen to Shun's stories of battle and heroics and the brave who die for something glorious in the face of oblivion and want to join him in it

What if this fight is not just about love and emotion and use in death but the urge for a chance to say I Am A Hero Just Like You, Watch Me- when she has spent years surrounded by lives bigger than hers, those who are made for the storybooks while she is their hand in the night

And then it happens and she watches Vaste die for her, not like a hero for a higher cause or with an army behind, not screaming and taunting, but quietly for her, and because what Yugiri wanted right then was worth more than keeping one of her lives- if the price meant Yugiri became another corpse otherwise; how could she not be moved by it, or ignore the way it makes her heart twist from hidden love that spread to someone else when she wasn't looking, to a person who stopped being another ideal to lionize but a feeling desired a long time ago

It twists inside knowing she is a cause worth dying for to someone else, and she should take herself as seriously and value herself as much; it's the start of her wake up call, she is worthy of love rather than only giving it- that was the first time they died together and became the start of someone else

They die together, and with it goes that bit of jealousy of the outsider looking at a hero wanting some of what she has while finding solace in the strength of what those heroics represent, and the hesitation and and worry have no place with how they were before that moment; losing to Zenos stings but they have died together now, and that makes the world into one she hasn't before seen

So I think a lot of their love is in dying together, over and over and over, accepting that they will naturally reshape as they live life and make choices. They have died for every choice they've made and will keep doing so for every choice after , "You will change and I will change but I choose you as one constant I shall keep"

By this logic Zenos didn't just beat her in combat, he killed her and her love both; he killed her after mocking her weakness, after getting her to shout that her hands are not her own but belong to Hien and Doma (this is what is in the Japanese script, rather than her simply saying "This is the beginning! For Lord Kaien! For Doma!" as in English script, Zenos asks Yugiri in Japanese how she will cut him with such weak hands after her surprise attack, to which she replies "Just wait! Doma's hands are practiced against Lord Kaien's enemy!" which I am paraphrasing on in terms of the intricacies for the sake of brevity, but the difference is clear- English makes her sound like a mindless fanatic whereas Japanese makes it clear she views her very body as a tool for the cause, the channel of that cause's wrath. It's a subtle change but adds character, and many times the English script is completely lacking in this regard to me- I will always encourage people to play in Japanese at least once especially if you are learning or know the language, the game story sucks .5% less- and you get to hear Rina Satō as Yugiri 💖 Also, to Me, her reply in Japanese would still sound fine as a response to what Zenos asks in English "Is this the sum of your hate?" like it's not that it would've sounded awkward to leave it alone! In fact the actual English line is fucking awkward and stiff and the delivery was also stiff. It's a dumbass change, it sounds like they just wanted to keep neutering her personality in English. )

So I think it's cool that as far as I'm concerned she was living a separate life until that moment, and "dying" there was her waking up, both in terms of the Domain villagers coming back to help and fight for themselves and Vaste giving up her life. She went in there prepared for death and she got it, but the kind that let her think of how she will live; and moving forward she accepts she will keep repeating it

I don't know this quest is a pivotal character moment for her To Me even if in reality it's quite simplistic compared to every time I describe it, it's still worth more than people writing it off as Yugiri's Just Fucking Stupid! like gain some literacy please God, stop being so goddamn simple minded in viewing text

And with all this in mind it gives context for how Yugiri will change later in my order of events; she recognizes that she and Vaste have died for each other before, and now in challenging her beliefs she is being asked to die again, she gives Vaste the consent to ask her to die again, and that is her choice to make in the constant chain of rebirth until her body should actually perish

I'm still thinking about what she says, that her devotion is so strong she tells her enemy she is it's instrument, she gets SO attached to who and what she places faith in it's unreal, she is prepared for a glorious desperate death as her final act of love tinged with a need to prove herself to the heroes for whom she is has been the shadow for, and She Gets It but not because her heart stops

EDIT 07/14/2023: I HAVE OBTAINED GENEROUS TRANSLATIONS OF YUGIRI'S FRENCH DIALOGUE FOR THIS QUEST, AS WELL AS TRANSLATIONS FROM FRENCH OF HER SPEAKING PRIVATELY TO THE WOL

The French should be considered closest to the Japanese as the French script is noted for being a very faithful, respectful translation and localization that does not strive to omit, rewrite, or strip down to the extent as in English if at all

[rinstars]

red wine

pairing: oikawa x reader

genre: smut

word count: 2.3k+

tags: cheating/infidelity, fingering, penetration, public sex, a little of size kink, degradation/humiliation, bathroom sex, wine play (lol not really they just drank from each other's mouth), one paragraph of oral sex, squirting, belly bulge, use of sir

note: thank u so much for 600 :( i'll do an event if i wasn't so preoccupied with other work but since i am here's an oikawa smut instead! enjoy ;)

Yellowish-gold lights give a soft glow and hue to the dancing bodies on the dance floor -- slow but sensual moving of the bodies, perfectly matching the atmosphere the place gives. Moving liquid coats the surface of the cut crystal, staining the glass counter as the rounded ice melts and condenses.

A well-ventilated place, cool air blowing a light breeze around you. The slit in your red dress didn’t help, though -- you thought you were right to hesitate when picking it out. But what choice do you have? Red dress compliments your lip, cherry blood thick-coated lips, enhancing the pearly shine of your teeth, reflecting the silky texture of your dress. Hair flowing around you, shining beneath the dancing bulbs and scent intoxicating anyone who walks by.

You were no fool. You knew every man in the place had eyes on you the moment you opened the doors, they all think it’s a pity that you came alone yet at the same time filled with delight to the brim at the thought of possibly being the one you came with next. The invisible line only grows every single time a man would enter, the rest of those existing already branding them as enemies -- as if you’re a prey to be caught. The owner of the bar thanks you every day, sends you gifts and jewels in appreciation, “You have blessed our business.” they once said. Glory to you who keeps the customers coming, cause they know you’ll always be here. Friday night as you drink away.

Not one of these lust-driven men has any idea -- you were a taken woman. Wife to one of the richest nobility in the country. A room in your house has been dedicated for your portraits for he is someone who adores getting your portrait painted. Every dress and lipstick, he buys for you. He wants everybody to know you’re his, make sure every single man in social gatherings crave for you. It sure did give him the satisfactions knowing a woman as beautiful and full of grace as you is within his hands. 

Not one of the men in the bars has any idea. 

After all, what’s a woman of your standing and class doing in a place littered with commoners -- the very same kind of people who serve you and your house? The ones who look at you in respect and inferiority. It’s amusing they think they have a chance. 

The chance would never come, no matter what kinds of traps they’ve laid out to catch you. Your eyes are trained on one, only one. What pulled you to him, you wonder. Maybe the fact that he’s of the same status as you, a well-respected noble hiding amongst those below you? Maybe the black suit he always wears, a perfect combination with your fiery red? The smile he gives a few seats away? 

Or maybe the thrill of both parties being married and lusting after each other like in a dirty little affair?

The chocolate of his eyes turn two different colors in a place like this -- glistening amber beneath the strobe lights or obsidian black when he stares at you in an animalistic glare, lips turning in a devilish glare. Perhaps that's part of the reason why none of your predators ever tried to go further with you. You give off the aura of a taken woman, both your body and heart, your name and title. 

The gloss on your lips is coming off, a result of your fourth glass of whiskey for the night. Sliding down the smooth base of the stool, one of your legs exposed itself, the material bunching up above your thighs. Gliding your way to the dim bathroom nobody really uses much, you pull out a tube of gloss, gliding it all around your lips. The clicking sound of the door not going unnoticed.

"Is he not supposed to come home tonight?" A voice asks you, the owner striding closer to you until the bulge in his pants is rubbing against your hip. 

With a turn of your head, you face the intruder by your left, pressing a flat palm on his chest. "Would I be here if he is?"

"I hate that color on you." He placed a hand on the small of your back, guiding you closer to him so your fronts are touching each other. 

Your brows rise in question at the statement. Red has always been your color, everyone has always associated it with you. "It's your favorite." 

"Not since that night," He whispered in your ear, breath tickling your neck as it blows away the stray hairs resting on your jaw. "A night of elegance and opulence, you showed up in the very same color, enveloped in his arms."

His free hand reached your shoulder, finger fiddling with the tied ribbon straps before pulling one of the ends. Lips latched on to the juncture between your shoulders and neck, open-mouthed wet kisses littering your heavily-scented skin. He always makes a comment about how bitter and sweet you tasted but tonight he doesn't. 

"What do you suggest I wear?" You speak with a restrained throat, like the air was cut from your lungs as he reaches for the other strap of your dress. 

He doesn't speak for a moment, continuing his silent torture on your neck, now with the inclusion of teeth as nibbles on the tender skin. With a pull on the thin straps holding the dress together, your breasts spill out in front of you, his calloused hands catching them in a perfect momentum as he chuckles on your skin, "Nothing."

Occupied by the application of your lip gloss a few moments ago, the fact that he went with a glass of wine went unnoticed by you. Not until he was pressing the cool glass on your protruding nipples, making goosebumps rise along the circle as you draw a soft gasp. Your weak hands reached to grip his wrist, trying to get him to slow down as your knees shake from pleasure.

He wasn't having any of your disobedience tonight.

By the time the next beat comes, his hands are on your throat, squeezing it as he pushes you over to the tile of the room. All you could do was whimper his name as pleasure spikes in your stomach, the arousal in your middle dripping down your inner thighs. "T-tooru."

"What kind of master taught you in your childhood?" He clicked his tongue in disapproval, hand on your throat gripping a little tighter than previously. "Did you not know you refer to your fellow nobility with formality? Take for example.. sir."

The glass lost contact with your nipples, the man before you dragging it slowly to your lips as the thumb from the hand on your neck reaches up to pull your mouth open. He tilts the glass to you, "Now, aren't you thirsty? I noticed you were much too preoccupied with the whiskeys, I believe you haven't gotten the luxury of tasting their wine yet."

"I am thirsty." You croak out, every single trace of composure leaving your body as you succumb to his humiliation. "Please let me taste it, good sir."

"Of course." He smiles at you, a devilish aura hidden behind as he lets the liquid touch your tongue, red liquid dripping down your chin as he purposely misses the target. "Don't swallow."

Mouth ajar and wetness dripping down your chin and hand-covered neck, he inches closer to you, connecting your lips to his as he forces you to share the bitter drink. Tongue dancing with yours as you create a mess, a pool of red. 

Enchanted by the kiss, you don't notice the fingers bunching up your dress, nimble fingers slowly discarding your underwear as they part your folds open, air blowing through you dripping, little cunt. His thumb toys with your throbbing bud, two other fingers collecting wetness and spreading it around. 

"Disgusting," He spits in your mouth, hand leaving your neck as he grasps your breast instead. "So wet. So slippery. So filthy."

In another place, another setting, another situation, you would have been offended being talked to in such a manner. How dare anybody at all humiliate one of the most powerful women in the country? But in the presence of Oikawa Tooru, whose power is next only to your husband, you would gladly get on your knees. Let him call you all kinds of names, treat you like a dirty whore.

"Sir," You whine out seductive, hands reaching the pants restraining his throbbing member inside and palming him, making him let out a hiss. "Please."

"Please, what, hmm?" He pushes a finger inside, pumping in and out of you with ferocity making you burn and scream. Your white, sticky cream clinging into his fingers and down to his wrist as you clench over and over around him.

"Fuck me like a filthy little slut, sir." You beg him as you claw on his shoulders, gripping it for support so your knees don't end up giving out. "Use me."

He didn't need to be told twice. With a growl, he yanks his fingers out of you, tears staining your eyes in both emptiness and pain as he forcefully turns you around, pressing you cheeks on the cold tile. He pushes the slippery material of dress up higher, exposing you to him as he licks a bold stripe from your clit to the opening, pushing his tongue in slightly and wiggling it inside. The wet muscle presses on the spongy spot inside of you, making you tremble in pleasure.

The assault of his tongue didn't last long. Not when his thick length rips you apart with every sinking inch, the stretch painful but welcomed. 

He is just as you remember him to be, long, think, fat, hard and everything else you could possibly dream of. He rams his cock into yours, heavy balls slapping your clit over and over. The squelching sound every thrust is making, thanks to your slick and juices, is humiliating. The wetness echoing everywhere in the room.

"You're practically squeezing the release out of me, I can't even --- fuck, you're so tiny and wet and tight… can't even move properly." He groaned into your shoulder, palms reaching down your belly to press down slightly, making you gasp out at the new feeling. "Do you feel that? I'm going to fucking break you if I go harder than this."

"Y-yes.. Ah, yes, sir. You make me f-feel so, so full." You cry out, quivering with pleasure as you reach between where your bodies connected, flicking the bud quickly – adding on to the already overwhelming amount of unbelievable pleasure. 

"Squirt." He orders out of nowhere, startling you before you shake your head slowly, trying to form coherent sentences in the midst of being fucked stupid.

"I can't. I have never done that." 

"Oh, I'll make you, baby. Make sure this little cunt sprays all over me." With that, he angles a bit deeper, swollen fat tip kissing your cervix as he rubs your spot over and over. 

Your vision whitens as you feel a different kind of climax build up inside you, your stomach tingling as you feel yourself get closer and closer. Unable to quiet down your moans and whimpers, you scream out his name, walls clamping down on him as he pounds into you for the last time.

Liquid shoots out of your hole, spraying all over his already opened dress shirt and onto his firm abs and down your thighs. He continues moving against you, the juices coming out of you, creating an even wider mess. 

"What a good girl." He coos as he pulls you back up, his own thick strings of cum dripping out of you in a sticky pool. He softly presses his lip into yours, fingers combing your hair back before hugging you to him.

"I love you." You whisper against his neck, tightening your hold around him.

"I love you too, pretty girl." He pulls out of the embrace, dragging you to the sink to clean you up. 

"You got my dress all wet and dirty." He only chuckles at that.

As you strut outside the bathroom, having the chance to fix your hair and make up inside, the only thing unusual about your appearance is the wet patches on your silk red dress. You didn't care about the stare of other men or what they have to say in their heads. 

But you definitely did care about what the uninvited man in front of you will.

Your husband.

"I got home earlier than expected." He jogs over to you, hair gelled and styled to perfection. The elegance spilling all around him. "The guards said you'd be here."

"Honey," You manage to choke out, hands reaching up to cup his face lovingly. "I missed you."

You didn't miss the twinkle in his eyes, neither the questioning look as he takes in your appearance. "Why is your dress so wet? How improper."

Eyes glancing backwards to where Oikawa stood, you compose yourself for a response. 

"I had the pleasure of being in the presence of the great Lord of the West, Oikawa Tooru. However due to clumsiness and lack of etiquette, circumstances led to a messy spill of drinks. No worries, my husband.. We took care of everything in the washroom."

[carsdreamtoo]

Admitting - Cal x f!Reader

You and Cal have been getting to know each other a little better across the race season, will this be the day that Cal finally admits those hidden feelings?

First xReader submission, I'm hoping to make more of these <3 However this is just some fluff to get started and stretch those writing muscles!

Tags/Genre: Fluff/Feelings / Soft

Pairing: Cal Weathers x f!Reader (female)

Words: 2,671

The air vibrated with the snarling and revving of engines, cars gunning their torque to the very max, moving and sliding around one another and their tires nothing but a blur as they sailed across the searing hot tarmac. The chorus and cheer of the crowd was loud and almost deafening, echoing across the stadium as the sun set, the orange hue settling upon the stadium like a warm blanket. The outside world didn't matter, it was almost as though all the elements had aligned only for this moment here, two cars struggling for leadership in the feat of speed and skill, a light blue faded stock car, and the blazing red of his opponent. It was the only things that the cameras trained on, the audience collectively seeming to hold it's breath as the cars moved at breakneck speed. The white flag flew, and the cheers and cries only became louder, the excitement raging through each and every car that was intended heavily for two contenders. The cars behind the leaders seemed to fall further and further behind, leaving to two racers in a world of their own, their concentrated frowns focusing on eating up the track in front of them.  Crew chief's were yelling to their racers through the mics, trying to put in one last effort to spur their charges on, desperate to at least get a few more points in the leadership, and set them up for the next set of races. Though it was mostly in vain, there were no real changes in position, and the racers all looked tired and mostly done. One such pit stop however wasn't exerting such effort to keep their racer going, the legendary Strip Weathers watching his nephew with pride as he slowly inched out in front of the famous Lightning McQueen, seeing the thrill on the young Dinoco sponsee's face, remembering when he too felt that rush. Beside him was a long time friend and inspiration, Doc Hudson, to watch and support Cal in his mid race season. On the other side of the 'Fabulous Hudson Hornet', was where you stood, a young avid car that could be arguably Cal's 'biggest fan'. You whistled and shouted along with the crowd as Cal soared closer and closer to the finishing line, leaping on the spot in triumph as the blue male practically ate the ground up, diving across the finishing line in a blaze of roars from the audience. You felt yourself leap up ecstatically, cheering out in victory and support, flashes of color and cheer echoing through the stadium with a deafening buzz. He instantly plunged himself into doing donuts upon the track, his tires squealing and engine revving, the friction causing white smoke to plume from the tarmac, his laughter being heard as he peeled away, taking a winning lap round the track at the cheer of his fans.  The feeling was indescribable, and he felt his mood soar higher than the stadium itself, the smile fixed permanently onto his face. Though despite this, he was all the more eager to get back to the pits... knowing full well who was there. He sped along to his stop, skidding to a halt as he glanced up to his uncle, who smiled down proudly to him.  "Real proud of ya' Cal" Strip beamed to his nephew, to which Cal only smiled wider.  "Thanks Uncle..." He started, hearing the congratulations come at him from all sides from his crew, Doc giving a small nod of congratulations, though ready to rib his own young racer for his loss. Cal graciously accepted the praise, though his eyes continued to search, one face on his mind, before he finally caught a glimpse of you, his mind instantly distracted. You moved under the barrier and approached him excitedly, your lights practically flickering in excitement as they did when you dealt with strong emotions.  "Cal! That was amazing! Congratulations!" You beamed, practically hopping on the spot. Despite his calm and friendly nature, you still felt the bubble of nervous emotion every time you uttered a word to the cerulean racer... there was something about him that made you feel lighter than air, and to say you were addicted to the feeling was an understatement. "Thank you... You know I really couldn't have-" He started, when

he saw the media spilling onto pit row, to which he shot you an apologetic smile. Although he wasn't sure what could truly come of it, he didn't want you in the media... he didn't know how that could effect you, and didn't want to put you in that position. You weren't a racer, and he was aware of that. "I'm sorry Miss (y/n)... I won't be long" He promised you, his voice gentle as you also spotted the cameras on their way, your face falling for just a millisecond, knowing he would be torn away yet again. "Oh! No, no take your time, you deserve it!" You said now, covering the slight disappointment you held, and getting hurriedly out the way, just in time for the cameras to focus on him, the interviewer Shannon Spokes beginning to congratulate him herself. It was always this way between you two... just snippets of time together, before his busy life would separate you again. You were pleased for him.. of course you were. And proud! But these small interactions didn't sate the longing that was in your heart.. You of course were too embarrassed to admit the crush you held for the racer, and getting to know him over the race season was always the highlight of your week. You had both hit it off almost immediately at a pre-warming party held by the Piston Cup organizers in order to let the racers mingle, and to bring everyone together before the big season. You had merely gone purely on a whim with a friend that knew one of the racers rather well, and you were now glad that you did. Very glad. The desire to have more than just tiny moments that you could lock in your memories was always there, and in the mean time, all you could do was just hope and wish. You moved over to where the pit box stood, carefully watching Cal with a gentle smile, your heart racing just a little. You couldn't quite hear what was being said, though you blinked as you saw his tires suddenly balloon, Guido racing out from behind the Dinoco racer, and his calls after the cackling racers. You giggled at the sight, feeling just a little sorry for him, before you heard another voice pry you from your thoughts.  "We'll meet him up by the victory podiums. You can tear your eyes away from the love of your life in order to do that, can't you?" Your friend parked at your side, and you raised a brow, scoffing. "Pff, you wish, you'd just looooove to be the matchmaker right now wouldn't you" you mused, before feeling a tire kick your side in play. "I'm better at it than you!" She teased, causing you to turn slightly. "Yeah?" You rebutted, playfully tackling your friend as you had when you were kids, leaping off and trying to evade the revenge attack that would no doubt come your way, move giggles erupting from the pair of you. Little to either of your knowledge, Cal watched with a soft smile on his face, his gaze following you as you left.  -- The confetti reigned free as it exploded high above the podiums, twirling down and settling upon the ground, flashes everywhere as photos were being taken, and more chants and cries could be heard as fans were desperate for their favorite racer to notice them. The audience seemed to settle as a microphone was hitched near Cal, and he began to give his winning speech to them all, smiling gently as his gaze moved through the crowd. "Thank you all! It's such an honor to race, as it always is, and I couldn't do it without the love and support of all you guys out there!" He started, hearing the cheers rising.  "I hope to only bring more wins to the season, and bag another one for Team Dinoco!" He added, waving his tire out to the fans, before his eyes rested upon a certain car in particular, and a tender smile came to his face.  "But lastly... I wanna dedicate this win to Miss (y/n)... she's been a real inspiration to me lately... I owe her" He said now, continuing to watch you as he spied the blush creep across your hood, you gaze falling as the embarrassed smile appeared. He.. he said that? He really said your name on stage.. in front of everyone! He laughed gently, not paying attention to the next speech from

Lightning, only persisting in gazing to you in the crowd. To him... there was no one else in the area, and he could only see you. Suddenly he didn't want to be on the podium, finally twisting his gaze away from you to look to the track, the last of the sunlight glinting against the tarmac, to which he smiled, an idea forming.  By the time the speeches and congratulations were done, the stadium was clearing out, and Cal made his way through the crowd to watch you make your way back to the pits, presumably to help clear up as you always did. You didn't like being swallowed by the crowd and being caught in the rush... besides, any extra time you got to maybe watch Cal wind down on the track or just have any moment with him, was worth the late nights. He revved his engine a little louder as he approached, in order to let you know he was there, seeing your brake lights shine and your gaze rest on your mirror. The blush was back instantly, but you tried to push it down and resume some soft of confidence... even if it left the moment he appeared, as always. "Well hello stranger..." You half teased, before you chuckled. "I see... now that you've grown bored of the screaming and adoring fans, all chanting and desperate for your attention, you've come to me" You mused, giving him a smirk.  "Well... only so much I can take being yelled at, ya'know?" He smiled in return, before he looked to the track again. You had paused, though had started to turn away, and he reached out with a tire to stop you, causing you to pause.  "You ok?" You asked in concern, and a smile flashed out on his face.  "Couldn't be better... but I want you to come with me" He said now, nodding toward the track. You glanced over, unsure, seeing the vast tarmac stretch before you two, your heart thumping a little harder. "You want me to...?" You started, waving your tire to get him to carry on the sentence.  "Just come with me" He smiled, leading the way toward the gate that led to the track. He weaved through, and finally his tires gradually touched the track, his gaze following the loop round, glancing back to see you hesitating.  "It's ok" He assured the you, holding out a tire for you. You gently moved out onto the track, your tires meeting with the smooth surface, keeping yourself low upon the ground. You could feel the heat radiating off it, and you fancied you could almost hear the many years of racing engines and cheering crowds, their chanting and excitement being sucked into the very foundations. You watched as the track shone in the sun, following the smooth lines as it slipped to the side.  "It's... bigger than I thought" You said quietly, moving up to him.  "They don't quite capture the size on tv, do they?" He asked with a smile, to which you shook your hood. He watched you for a moment, keeping you pinned to the spot with his eyes, before he smiled again. "You wanna go for a lap?" "Really?" You asked, your tone questioning, but your eyes danced with the excitement that he loved. With little warning, his engine growled, wheels spinning, before he shot off like an arrow, sailing once more around the track. A deeper blush seemed to fix itself permanently to your hood, his engine sounded tantalizing after all, but you couldn't help but let that smile slip over your features. "Oho, no you don't" You smirked, your own engine thrown into gear as you gunned it, dashing off after the racer. You felt the ground only pass by faster and faster as you started to push yourself onward, settling into a rhythm, despite how scary the track was up close, closing in on the blue car. He moved up a little, laughing out loud as you pulled up beside him, seeing the joy on your face as you raced on, raising your brow a couple times at him, your engine snarling as you pushed ahead, taking the lead. He laughed again, and began to pursue you, spurring the you on, though not overtaking you. Instead he watched you with a gentle gaze, seeing you thoroughly enjoying your experience was giving him a rather nice flutter to his heart.  You sailed across the finish

line, before you half spun, facing him as he crossed it too.  "Congratulations, now you've won too!" He said, before he chuckled lightly.  "Hm, maybe I should be the one to race for Dinoco" You teased, before you saw Cal's expression turn serious.  "I mean... I could go talk to Tex..." He started, before you laughed.  "No! No, no I don't... No!" You said between laughter, which was only echoing his own.  "Well... you're pretty fast... perhaps you would do better than me" He said now, snickering lightly, the sparkle in his eyes brighter than ever as he got to hear your laughter over and over. "Does someone want to retire early? That's the sense I'm getting right now" You giggled, to which he raised a brow.  "Honestly, if it meant I got to spend more time with you, I'd do it" He said without thinking, causing you both to look to each other in surprise. You felt your hood warm again, lowering your gaze as Cal seemed to grimace, before deciding that he was already down the rabbit hole, he may as well finish.  "Miss (y/n)..." He started, to which you gazed up softly.  "I've told you... I'm not Miss (y/n), just call me (y/n)" You breathed, to which he chuckled lightly.  "You know I need my manners" He responded, before you smiled gently to him. "Anyway... I... I wanted to ask something" He said now, looking to the track, his tire twisting in what appeared like nerves.  "I was hoping that you'd... maybe like to consider.... the thing is we've gotten to know each other and... I really... I wanted to..." He started, before he squeezed his eyes shut. "Dammit" He could only mutter, before he glanced up, seeing you having tilted your hood, but you felt like you knew what he was going to say. "Cal... it's ok...." You started, before he breathed in.  "Miss (y/n), I'd be honored if you... would consider perhaps allowing me to... Miss (y/n), do you wanna... go out to dinner... or something at some point...?" He seemed to deflate just a little, though your kind expression never left his.  "I'd love nothing more" You said tenderly, to which you saw the joy dance in his eyes. He gave you a grateful smile, gently moving forward to nuzzle your fender, though ready to leap back if you became alarmed. Though, as he half suspected, you embraced it, nuzzling him in return as he stay close, the contact feeling almost like electricity. Cal breathed out slowly as he nosed his hood to yours, only focusing on the feeling it gave you both, paying no heed to what happened around you. The affection was slow and deliberate, easing into it, before Cal bit his lip a little, pulling back, and kissing your cheek gently.  "We should head back" He said now, before you gazed over to where the trailers were.  "Ah yes... your adoring public awaits" You whispered quietly, before he nudged you. You chuckled weakly, and you began to slowly move across the track again, slowly getting closer to each other, before your sides rubbed, and your gazes flicked away from one another, with embarrassed smiles.

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Baby Daddy Shigaraki fanfic pt2

It was a miracle that no one questioned the name put down when Shigaraki had to sign the birth certificate. You summed it up as fearing for their lives but it could be many things you try to convince yourself as the reality of your new life truly set in.

The after birth pain, though constant, was numbed whenever you looked down on your son's face. He had yet to do anything more than sleep, much to your annoyance. And was aggressive when breastfeeding  much to Shigaraki's enjoyment, "Just like his father." 

Dabi was the second one to hold Daiki after Komugiri but the look of horror on his face when you fully released the baby into his arms was one that deeply concerned you. "It's breathing." He whispered to you eyes wide.

You signal for Komugiri to stand close behind Dabi just in case he really lost it. "Yeah Dabi.....he is breathing...cause that's what living things do." 

Time skip

You sigh as you finally set Daiki down inside his new bed for a nap. His small face looked so delicate surrounded by soft lavender blankets. His whole room theme was a soft purple as preferred by Komugiri. 

You closed the door till there was only a sliver of light coming in just in case he woke up again, then you headed to your living room. 

Shigaraki sat on the couch shirtless and flicking through TV channels. "Why are you still here?" You ask as you walk to the kitchen to find your tea. "What do you mean?" You stir four teaspoons of sugar into your coffee. "I got Daiki under control, you don't have inconvenience yourself."

Tomura flicked through the channels once again. "You and Daiki are not an inconvenience, you're both my responsibility now." You release the spoon causing it to clink loudly against your ceramic cup. "I don't want you to force yourself to be here, you've obviously proved that you don't really want to be apart of this."

"Y/N come on now this again?!" "Yes this again!" Shigaraki groaned scratching idly at his neck. "I've already missed the hidden trailer off Daiki's life I'm not going to miss the prequel sequel." You groan softly, "Stop talking in video game terms you know I don't understand!"

Shigaraki stands up and walks to the kitchen now leaving only the island separating you. "Look you can hate me all you want, I don't care, hell I'm used to it. But you are not keeping me from my son." You shudder at the tone Tomura spoke at.

There were very few times when you've heard this voice and luckily it was never directed to you. This voice meant that what he said was final and he would not go back on it no matter who got in his way. "I would love to have you in his life Tomura, but I don't want what comes with it." You finally say, making Tomura throw his hands up in defeat.

"What do you expect me to do woman?! Make him tag along on "Bring your child to work day?" You turn away trying to contain your annoyance in fear of waking up the baby. "I'm giving you one chance to get your shit together, don't mess it up." Behind you, you could hear the steady steps of Tomura retreating, "And I'm giving you a chance to see how stupid you're being right now."

Before he completely walked away he stopped, "I am going to check on Daiki since it seems like he's the only one that appreciates my efforts."

Once you heard the familiar creak of Daiki's bedroom door you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. "How did I get like this?" 

It of course was on a Saturday, as all good stories do. You were working a waitress job at Denny's as a way to earn some pocket money for your first year in Japan. 

"Table 3 we got your Bourbon Chicken skillet, Fish and chips, two waters, and a cherry sprite." Your say setting down all your items before walking to the booth next to them. 

"Hello welcome to Denny's, what can I get for you all tonight?" Dabi at the time, had a nonchalant hand over Twice's mouth most likely to stop his internal bickering. Komugiri was navigating the kids menu with a then 15 year old Toga. Spike ordered some Fish and Chips as per usual and Shigaraki was starting at your tits.....

Shigaraki was staring at your tits.....

He was STARING- I think you get the point

"Hey birthday bitch what are you ordering?" Dabi said snapping Tomura back to the present. "Uh.. get me a steak skewer." Dabi gasped, "I spent all my time and hard work scrounging up money and you get a damn steak skewer for your birthday?!" 

The five stages of grief came over you internally as you had been standing there way past your recommended time. "If you guys aren't ready to order, I'll just come back-" 

"No no no, we are ready. Can we get chicken on a stick with a side of grapes and fries for the young lady. Steak and eggs for me...Dabi? Dabi leaned back simultaneously releasing twice. "We would like a 3-egg omelette-with some cock!" 

You didn't get paid enough for this.

"I'll get you the omelette but I'm afraid I'm out of stock for that last part." You smirk, putting down the orders so far. Dabi snapped the menu shut, "Do y'all have chicken tenders?" Dabi asked, looking at you hopefully. You nod and he fist bumped Twice for some unforeseen reason. 

"Uh get crusty over there a Supreme Sizzling Skillet." "Wait why can all of you get chicken but I can't?!" You wrote down the orders and glanced at Shigaraki who was now looking directly at you as if you held all the answers. "Okay for drinks?"

   As you got off work, you took the back alley entrance to the bus stop. "Hey." Your scream and toss a punch into the darkness effectively making skin to skin contact. "Ow what the fuck?!" "What do you mean what the fuck you're the rapist!"

Shigaraki's signature light blue hair appeared from the shadows almost glowing from the dim alley light. "Rapist? No, I'm more on the lines of stalker." You stand there for a moment rethinking your life choices. "Yeah okay well I'm going to go-" "Wait!" 

You feel half of a hand grip onto your wrist stopping you in your place. "I uh... Think you're cute and, ah crap what did Dabi tell me to say?!" 

As he mulled over his choice of words you hesitantly reach into your purse for pepper spray. "Uh I was wondering if I could get to know you?" He finally ended off staring at you expectantly. You looked back at him expectantly.

"I know this seems creepy but I'm not exactly good at talking to people that are not my friends so you're kinda boss level interaction." For a while your stare at each other as the cold fall wind blew past the two if you. Giving up, you sighed and pulled out a price of paper, "Look, if I wake up tomorrow and none of my underwear is missing and window is not mysteriously open, I'll give you a call, but don't expect it!"

And he didn't expect it. To your surprise, you never found any ominous signs of entry into your substitute home, and he never 'conveniently' showed up at your job. 

Even so, the very fact that you called him was during a moment of weakness. You were extremely home sick and you had just moved into your new home that was only equipped with a fully furnished bedroom and a microwave. 

When you heard the hesitant knock on the door you quickly put your cup of noodles down and opened the door. In your face was a rose...a single rose in a pot. 

Thats different

"It was short notice and it's not like any flower places were open.... So I stole it." You gingerly take the plant into your hands, "It's the thought that counts (?) Come in." You shut the door behind him and set the plant in the kitchen. 

"You must forgive the dryness of my home, I just moved in so there isn't much going on." Tomura hummed as he felt his bones relax as the warmth of the house filled his body. You stared at each other for a while, awkwardly sweating back and forth. Finally, you both opened your mouth to speak up.

"I didn't know I'd get this far so.."

You blink at each other before you double over with laughter. "Uh okay, well how about we watch a movie, get comfortable. The TV is in my room so I hope that doesn't bother you." 

You put on Wall-E for lack of better mood as Tomura hesitantly settled on your plush bed, hands clasped tightly between his thighs.

You two watch these movie in silence and shared popcorn. It wasn't awkward silence though, it was needed. A unspoken message saying that you both acknowledged that this was weird but it was a good weird. Both of you were willing to give it a try.

"Hey pass the popcorn." Tomura said blindly patting the air in front of you. "No you've ate most of it already!" You opted to keeping the bag as far as possible. "It's good popcorn now hand it over." You continue to resist but he was more stubborn.

Unable to think of any other way to save your beloved popcorn you clench your eyes shut and deliver a small peck to the tip of Shigaraki's nose. 

Almost as if shocked, he slides away holding his nose gently. You huff with airy laughter at his flushed face, "Told you, this is my popcorn." 

You smile softly at the memory wiping away a stray tear from your face. "One chance... I'll give him one chance."

You tiptoe to Daiki's new room and peek inside. It was too dark for you to see inside so you opened the door completely. You blankly look into the empty room before falling to your knees. "SHIGARAKI TOMURA I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" You scream into the night air as you glared into the baby less crib.

"Man are you sure you should have him here? He's still a newborn and nothing's baby proof, hell this is a bar so it's far from sanitary!" Dabi said glancing into the baby carriage. Daiki sleepily gazed up at Dabi and babbled. 

"Y/N and I are going through a small set back so I decided to give her some space." Tomura unclipped Daiki from his carseat and picked him up holding his head in a four fingered hold. "We decided to give her some space isn't that right?" He cooed at Daiki who gingerly hit his nose.

"Dude stop, seeing you with a baby is giving me the creeps." Shigaraki glared as Dabi took a shot, "Ignore your uncle Dabi he's just mad he's not as cute as you."

Komugiri was washing dishes until a shiver went down his mystical spine, "I feel a disturbance in the force.