#Look at your bomb signature in the corner too

[thesecondhandwoman]

A SISTER’S SACRIFICE

Vi x f!reader

Summary: Vi had watched Jinx’s death, loosing her again despite finally getting her back. As you look for her after the battle, you find her on her knees and shattered by her sister’s sacrifice, rushing in to comfort her.

Request: @hallowed-hauntings

The battle was over, but Piltover was in shambles. Smoke rose into the dim, grey sky, casting a suffocating haze over the city. The streets were littered with the wreckage of both man and machine, the aftershocks of Viktor’s twisted Arcane creations still reverberating through the earth beneath your feet. The fight between Noxus and Zaun’s reluctant defenders had left the city broken.

And yet, nothing felt as broken as the woman you had finally found.

Vi was on her knees in the heart of the destruction, at the edge of the Hexcore’s wreckage, right where it all happened. You slowed as you approached, your chest tightening at the sight of her. Her broad shoulders trembled, her hands clenched into bloody fists against the ground. Her gauntlets—those indomitable weapons that had always seemed like extensions of her fiery will—were discarded nearby, cracked and useless.

But Vi herself looked even more fractured.

“Vi,” you called gently, your voice soft but unsteady as you stepped closer. She didn’t respond, her head hanging low, her pink hair tangled and streaked the black dye at her roots. Her back heaved as though she was trying to catch her breath, but there was no relief in sight.

You glanced down and saw it—the remains of Jinx’s signature monkey bomb. Its grinning face was barely intact, the edges scorched and jagged from the explosion. Your stomach turned. You didn’t need to piece together the rest.

Jinx was gone.

The memory came back in flashes. You hadn’t seen it directly but had heard both the bomb and the sudden murmurs while people recovered as you searched for Vi in the chaos. Vi had been cornered, battling Warwick—the monstrous, Arcane-corrupted beast that Viktor’s creation had unleashed. He had been too strong, too fast, it had thrown Vi completely off guard, especially since she thought Warwick was dead. But when his large form jerked up, Jinx didn’t hesitate. Not at the slightest.

She had saved Vi. Pushed her out of harm’s way. Forced her sister to let go. And then detonated her final monkey bomb, taking Warwick with her into the abyss.

You crouched beside Vi, hesitant at first. Her knuckles were raw, bleeding from where she’d slammed them into the metal again and again. Her entire body shook, each shudder a silent scream that didn’t make it past her lips. You reached out, gently placing a hand on her shoulder, but she flinched violently at the touch.

“Don’t—” Her voice was raw, ragged, and trembling with grief. She finally lifted her head to glare at you, but her expression crumbled almost instantly. Her bloodshot eyes, rimmed with tears, searched your face as though she was begging you for answers you couldn’t give. “Don’t… touch me. I let her fall, I let her fall before even realizing she took out the fucking Crystal.”

Her words hit you like a blade to the chest, the shock hitting first, followed by an aching pain.

“No, Vi,” you said firmly, your own voice breaking under the weight of your emotions. “You didn’t let her fall. She—she made her choice.”

Vi shook her head furiously, a choked sob tearing from her throat. “She didn’t give me a choice!” she yelled, though her voice wavered, more plea than accusation. “She just… she just shoved me away and smiled. She smiled at me. Like it was nothing.” Her hands clenched at her sides as she let out another anguished cry. “I should have saved her! I could’ve saved her, but—”

“But she saved you,” you interrupted, your tone soft but unwavering. You couldn’t bear to see her like this, drowning in guilt that wasn’t hers to carry. “She saved you, Vi. She knew what she was doing. She wanted to protect you.”

“She was my little sister,” Vi whispered, her voice breaking completely as tears streamed down her face. “I was supposed to protect her. Not the other way around.”

And before you could say something to retort against her statement, her hands moved to cover her face as her sobs finally broke free. They were raw, guttural sounds, ripped straight from her soul. You didn’t hesitate this time. You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her close despite the way her body shook violently against you. She resisted for a brief moment, her muscles tensing like she was about to push you away, but then she collapsed into your embrace.

Her fingers clawed at your back as if holding onto you was the only thing keeping her together. You buried your face in her hair, pressing soft, soothing kisses against her temple as tears stung your own eyes.

“I’m here,” you murmured over and over, your voice trembling but steady enough to ground her. “I’m here, Vi. You’re not alone. I’ve got you.”

She clung to you like a lifeline, her sobs shaking both of you. You could feel her grief pouring out of her, raw and unrelenting. For so long, Vi had forced herself to be the unbreakable one—the fighter, the protector, the one who always got back up no matter how hard she was hit. But now? Now she was just a woman who had lost the last piece of her family, and it was more than anyone could bear.

“I wanted to bring her back,” Vi choked out between sobs. “I thought—I thought maybe we could fix things. That we could be sisters again. But now she’s gone, and—and it’s my fault.”

“No,” you said firmly, pulling back just enough to cup her tear-streaked face in your hands. You made her look at you, made her see the truth in your eyes. “It’s not your fault, Vi. Jinx… Powder… she loved you. She chose to save you because you meant everything to her. Don’t take that away from her. Don’t let her sacrifice mean nothing.”

Vi’s face crumpled again, and you pulled her back into your arms. The two of you stayed there for what felt like hours, kneeling in the ruins of Piltover as the world slowly moved on around you. You didn’t let go, not even as your legs began to ache and your heart weighed heavy with your own grief.

Eventually, Vi’s sobs quieted, though her breathing remained uneven. Her voice was hoarse when she finally spoke again. “She’s really gone, isn’t she?”

You swallowed hard, your throat tightening. “Yeah,” you whispered. “She’s gone,Vi.”

Vi remained still before slowly nodding against your shoulder, her arms still wrapped tightly around you. “I don’t know how to do this without her,” she admitted, her voice barely audible.

“You don’t have to do it alone,” you promised, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. “I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.”

Vi didn’t say anything, but the way she held onto you spoke volumes. The weight of her grief was unbearable, but you would carry it with her. Whatever it took, you would help her through this.

Even if it meant piecing together the fragments of her heart one jagged shard at a time.

[pastelaspirations]

YEE, LET'S GOOO- ANNIVERSARY PICTURES ARE THE BEST, HAHAH- I am reading it, I am making my slow way through ;_;

I'm finally done with that damn picture, omg. It's been four years since Ætherverse came to be, so have an anniversary pic here~

Can't fathom just how much time and nerves I put into this project thus far, but I don't regret it all, it's been a wonderful journey thus far~ Only one arc remains, so hopefully ya stay tuned till the end~

[ultraimaginez]

Coping Skills

Sometimes the only cure for big feelings is a big dic-

Ship: Solomon (om!) x GN! Reader

CW⚠️: 18+ MDNI! hair pulling, praise, m!receiving oral, Solomon (he deserves to have his own warning)

Word Count: 1.4k

"Bad day, huh?"

The book that was in Solomon's hands moments ago is now somewhere across the room - thrown without so much as a second thought to where it might land amongst the chaos of his study. He looks up at you, bemused. "You know, there are a lot of cursed objects in here. If you're not more careful, you might hit something dangerous."

The only dangerous thing that you're concerned about in this moment is your temper. To your credit, you have been working on controlling it. You've actually made quite a lot of progress since you found yourself in the Devildom for the first time years ago; but there are still days you cannot fight the acidic lump of emotions that sits heavy in the back of your throat. Today, you feel like a time bomb ready to explode.

Luckily, Solomon is pretty good at grounding you in his own special way.

Now that his hands are free, you are able to straddle him. You tuck your knees on either side of his hips in the large armchair where he spends most of his evenings studying. Your eyes lock onto his stormy gray ones. After a few years of knowing one another, and now several months of living together in Cocytus Hall, the two of you have gotten good at communicating non-verbally. But that's never stopped Solomon from running his damn mouth.

"Want to talk about it?" He asks, signature smirk pulling at the corners of his lips as his hands immediately find your ass and squeeze. He knows that you will share when you're ready, but he also knows that talking is the last thing you want when you feel like this.

Wordlessly, you claim his mouth in a searing kiss that's fueled with an anxious, desperate energy you want out of your body as soon as possible. Your hands are in his silvery hair, trying to pull him closer. The kisses are too much teeth, too much nipping, but you can't stop the urge to try and crawl under his skin to escape your own. No matter how close you get, it doesn't feel like enough. Solomon's little close lipped smile is only making you more frustrated.

Long fingers tangle at the base of your scalp sharply tug at your hair. You let out a noise that you might find embarrassing under any other circumstance, but the dull pain grounds you back in the moment. There is a sense of relief in his firmness. The two of you pant hard trying to catch your breath. Your lips are so close, you know he can feel every heave you make for air. You wait a beat before moving to grab at Solomon again, but his hand tugs at your hair a second time and keeps you still.

Solomon's pale skin flushes a pretty shade of pink and his Adam apple bob against his skin in a way that makes you want to put your feverish lips along his neck. His tongue darts out to taste his lips without ever looking away from you once. He's clearly thinking - studying you closely as he gently moves your head side to side. His free hand comes up to wipe away the frustrated tears that have started to form at the corner of your eyes. He gently tuts and shakes his head. "My poor apprentice. I should be taking better care of you, hm?"

The strange thing about Solomon is that although he tries to sound sarcastic - voice overly saccharine in its mocking lilt- you can tell that he means it. He does feel responsible for taking care of you. It's his job. And say what you will about Solomon, but be takes his responsibility to you seriously.

Effortlessly, Solomon lifts you off his body and eases you to the floor between his knees. You speak for the first time all evening, unable to stop the urge to be bratty. "For an old man, you're pretty strong." He laughs and shifts so that he can spread his legs wider, accommodating your new position. "Always so mouthy, MC" He cups your jaw and runs a thumb along your bottom lip, smiling when you kiss his finger gently. "I can think of a better use for these pretty lips."

A thrill runs down your spine as Solomon reaches down to unbuckle his belt. The two of you maintain heated eye contact as he pulls down his dark jeans and sets his aching cock free. Your gaze is pulled lower, now mesmerized by the way his hard length is leaking against his lower abs, flushed an even darker shade than his cheeks and looking beautiful in the low light of the study. You can feel Solomon's eyes on you like a hawk as you move forward to wrap one fist around his base. He throws his head back and lets out a pleased hiss. "Mmm that's good. Show me how talented you are, sweet." His fingers find their way back into your hair, this time gentle when they twine between the strands.

Solomon has given you exactly what you need: an objective. The emotions of the day fade to a dull hum at the back of your mind as a new focus takes their place. To take apart "the witty sorcerer" with your mouth and hands until he cannot think straight.

Looking up at Solomon with big innocent eyes you place a sweet kiss to the head of his cock and bat your lashes. "Like this?" His fingers tighten at your scalp and you let out a pleased gasp at the tug. "Tsk, Tsk. Don't be a tease, MC." He chides before loosening his grip a bit so that you can move again. You smile up at him before wrapping your mouth around him properly. You tongue at his slit before teasing the sensitive spot on the underside of his dick you've learned makes him see stars as you gently bob your head. His eyes screw up immediately as he let's out a groan that goes straight to your ego.

Solomon has been with plenty of partners over the centuries. (With the exception of Asmo, he may have the highest body count of the millennium.) But he can't remember a single one of their names or faces anymore. Not when you're the only person who has ever made him feel this good. He briefly wonders if you can feel it to - the way your magic touches his when you have him this vulnerable and raw. It's never intentional but it happens every time you have your mouth on him and it feels like an electrical storm in his bones.

"So beautiful. So perfect. Can't believe I waited three hundred years for you. It's worth it. Worth the wait. Worth everything for that sweet fucking mouth." He's babbling incoherently as you take more and more of his length - reveling in the punched out little noises he makes every time you swallow around him.

It doesn't take long before Solomon is beginning to unravel. "MC..." your name comes out of his mouth breathless, so he tries again - this time fist tightening in your hair. "MC, I'm so close. Where do you want me?" He asks, giving you an opportunity to pull away and let him cum across your face or chest. Instead you hum contentedly around him, fingers digging into his thighs as you continue to pursue your objective with single minded focus - taking as much of him as you can.

"Fuck. I really can't tell if you're a demon or an angel or a human. You're so perfect and so fucking dirty. God you're incredible." The last word comes out like it's been forced out of his lungs as he finds his release. He chases the high, trying unsuccessfully to keep his hips still as you continue to swallow around him. Your hands on his thighs manage to keep him mostly still as you do your best to take everything he gives you.

When you're finished you look up at Solomon through half lidded eyes, slowly blinking contentedly. The earlier anger and frustration having been channeled into a much more pleasurable activity, you feel significantly calmer. You expect to find the sorcerer equally blissed out but his gray irises have become small rings around blown out pupils.

Before you can react, Solomon is reversing your position - placing you on the chair and falling to his knees. The world's most irreverent devotional. He places his hands on your knees to push your legs apart and takes his place before you. "MC, I hope you're not tired already. This night is far from over."

[stqrgirlie0]

⋆toxic!theo⋆

now we’ve all hear of theo in a healthy and loving relationship, however in a toxic one? Probably the worst. Things would start off good, you guys would be all over each other, all the time. Everything would be great, unit it wouldn’t. After a few weeks, theo would grow bored and tired of you. He’d talk to other girls right in front of you, on purpose. And then when you’d confront him about it he’d get all defensive, make you think that you’re the one who’s wrong. He’d accuse you of being controlling and that he’s allowed to have ‘friends’ who are female. Despite being emotionally done with you, he wouldn’t break up, because he lovees getting you all riled up to the point where you are so mentally exhausted with his mind games, that you just give up. You give up, and you let him win, again and again and again. You guys would argue every single day, and it would always be in his dorm- because there’d always be something to go confront him about, no where other than his dorm. Leaving a toxic relationship isn’t easy, and when it’s with theo-it’s even harder. All your friends say to get out of it before it’s too late, but you’ve already ran out time. Confrontation doesn’t affect him, all the more reason for you to not leave him just to accept the challenge of making him care- just once. You would be screaming your lungs out and he’d just stand there, with a stupid smirk on his face as watches you pace around the room while shouting, and wonders what your thighs would look like locked around his head, your hands brushing out his fluffy curls and your mouth chanting out his name instead of whatever you were saying right now. Eventually the previous becomes a reality. It was almost like an indirect apology, yet theo had no intention of apologising, he just wanted to keep you hooked on for the next few days until he would do it again. suddenly everything’s fine. Well it’s not, but that’s how he’ll be pretending it is for the next few days. It’s this and his love bombing that made it so hard for you to leave, you hate it but you don’t. It’s a tricky one, but the cycle goes on, and on, and on. And oh my god this man is so stubborn, he cannot and will not change himself for you. During the honeymoon period of your relationship, his smoking didn’t really bother you, he wouldn’t be smoking all the time, maybe once every two or three days (sounds very unlikely I know). But after things got a bit more strained, he’d smoke multiple everyday- maybe even finishing the whole pack in a day. It was horrible. You hated the smell, and the worst thing was that it was everywhere. on nights when you and theo would supposedly ‘make up’, every corner of you would be infested with the scent, lingering on your clothes for the next few days. on the other nights when you’d go back to your dorm, alone and crying, you’d toss and turn in your bed. The scent would arise, from your pillows, duvet, hair, clothes, and it’d remind you of him. Shamefully you’d admit that sometimes the smell mixed with his signature cologne, would automatically drop you to your knees (don’t worry girl, me too), not that he minded. Honestly he loves seeing you from above, it just engraves the power dynamic between you two into his psychotic little brain, inflating his ego more than it already is. god he hated you, but oh how he was in love with you even more, infatuated and obsessed- feeding his desire of seeing you crying your pretty eyes out because of him, shouting with your pretty voice at him, pulling at your pretty hair because of him. Yeah, he’s (very much more than) borderline insane, but girl, as soon as you learn the rules of his games, he’ll wish he never started it.

a/n: guys if your s/o reflects any behaviour above- LEAVE. this is not meant to be normal!! This piece is not in any way condoning toxic behaviour- just a little writing task seeing what I can come up with

#something I started ages ago and decided to finish #YALL IM SORRY BUT IM GON HAVE TO HOLD OFF PART 4 FOR A BIT LONGER #work is killing me and I have easter break to catch up😭😞 #pls take this as a peace offering🙌🏼🙂

[magiccath]

A Mind Full of Blissful Terrors

tenth doctor x GN!reader

Summary: In which the Doctor and reader investigate a strange spaceship

CW: horror elements, body gore, and one singular f-bomb

Word count: 7.4k

A/N: many, many drafts, and too many months later, I have finally finished this one. I really hope you guys like it.

You bounced into the TARDIS control room, more than excited for your next adventure with the Doctor. He could take you to a grocery store and you would probably enjoy it. 

“Where to today?” You asked with a smile. 

“I was thinking someplace relaxing, we’ve been running for the past couple of days,” the Doctor suggested, looking at you for approval. 

“Yes please!” you groaned, tilting your head back. 

The Doctor smiled to himself, pleased at his own ability to know when you needed a break. 

“Maybe we could head to Italy for some of that pasta you love?” he suggested, leaning back against the console. 

“I would love some pasta!” you cheered, moving over to him. The Doctor smiled at you, the kind of smile that overtook his face. The corners of his eyes crinkled and his eyebrows angled slightly upwards. 

“Allons-y!” He cheered, turning back towards the console. He started messing with it, flipping switches and pressing buttons. He did it all too fast for you to make sense of it. He was about ready to lift off when it started.

The TARDIS was beeping. The kind of sound a car makes when you forget to put your seatbelt on. The only issue was, the TARDIS doesn’t have seatbelts. You didn’t know the ship as well as he did, but you did know it wasn’t a normal sound. 

You looked about in confusion before shouting his name over the incessant noise. 

He looked back at you, just as confused as you were. That didn’t bode well with you.

The ship lurched forward aggressively, sending you tumbling across the room. You crashed into the railing, the impact making you wince. The Doctor stumbled too, tripping over himself in the process and crashing to the floor. 

“What happened to Italy?” You yelled, frustrated. You had flown to Italy before, and it was never this bumpy. 

“It’s not me!” The Doctor protested, getting up from the floor where he had landed. The ship rocked again, almost sending him back down. 

“Can you stop it?” 

“I’m not quite sure,” he grumbled, rushing about pressing buttons and pulling levers, all the while trying not to fall again. Unfortunately for him, centuries of experience meant little when your ship had a mind of its own. 

You gripped the railing for dear life, squeezing your eyes shut in hopes it would just stop.

“It’s a distress signal,” he explained after a while, squinting at the screen in front of him. 

“What?” You opened your eyes. It didn’t sound like a distress signal to you.

“Someone has patched through a distress signal, there’s nothing I can do about it,” he said, clutching the computer screen in front of him. 

You let out an exasperated sigh, letting go of the railing. This wasn’t entirely unusual. The TARDIS had a habit of hijacking your trips and taking you places you didn’t really want to be. It was no surprise that your vacation was being postponed by some “distress call.”

The ship landed with its signature thump, the impact sending you stumbling again, this time into the console. You quickly regained your balance, running your hands through your hair anxiously.

You could be anywhere just about now, and the thought made you slightly uneasy. The Doctor, on the other hand, seemed more than excited for the adventure at hand. He rushed to the door, eagerly throwing them open with reckless abandon. Warily, you followed him. 

You didn’t know what to expect, but this certainly wasn’t it. 

Before you was a seemingly endless hallway. There were no windows, only large expanses of steel paneled walls. There was an incessant beeping in the distance, but you couldn’t pinpoint the sound. It was hard to see too far in front of you, the hallway was completely dark. 

The Doctor rummaged around in his coat pocket, pulling out his sonic screwdriver and a small flashlight. He handed the latter to you and started off down the hall without explanation. You had no choice but to switch the light on and run after him. 

He walked around with curiosity, his eyebrows furrowed. You walked slowly behind him taking in the ominous surroundings. He led the way with his screwdriver, scanning just about everything. He stopped every down and then to frown at the readings.

The beam of your flashlight was small, leaving you mostly in the dark. From what you could see, the hallway was a mess. Rubbish lined the floor; empty food packets, ripped fabric, and various pieces of plastic and metal. You were sure you saw a few bones, but you scuttled away anxiously before continuing.

Distracted from your own surveillance, you walked straight into the Doctor’s back. 

“Sorry,” you winced. He shook his head, unbothered by the disturbance. 

“It doesn't make sense,” he mumbled to himself, continuing down the hallway. He didn’t say it with his usual childish enthusiasm, rather, he seemed to be harboring thinly veiled anxiety.

You sulked after him, the floors creaking incessantly underneath your feet. 

You continued to scan your surroundings. The ceiling was lined with large vents, a few of which were damaged. You didn’t get a solid look, but the hissing coming from them led you to believe they were air vents. Perhaps you were on a space base? Or, a ship?

“Doctor?” you whispered, an unease spreading through you. You couldn’t explain it, but something felt off.

“This way,” he instructed, tilting his head away from the noise. He could get like this. Distracted. In the moment, whatever danger lurked around the corner was paramount to everything else. 

An uneasy feeling that you were being followed crept up on you. You picked up your pace, practically running to catch up with the Doctor. Every now and then you would cast your gaze backward, nervously searching for the presence you sensed. You could have sworn you were seeing shadows, looming forms that sulked after you. It was likely just your brain playing tricks on you, right?

You still used your light to survey the hallways behind the Doctor. For the most part, you were just encountering various forms of rubbish. That was until you stumbled across a body. You gasped, jumping back from it. Your shoes left bloody tracks from the puddles of blood surrounding the corpse.

“What is it?” The Doctor asked worriedly, by your side in an instant. You pointed at the body in front of you, your eyes unable to move away from it. 

The sight was far from pretty. The person was a member of the ship’s crew, their work suit featuring a name patch and company logo. The Doctor moved closer, examining the branding. You scanned the name tag, unsure if knowing the identity of the deceased would make it better or worse. As much as you didn’t want to look at their face, it was hard not to. It was entirely blown open, the skull in cracked fragments from the damage. The flesh on the right side of the face peeled back, blooming like a fungus. On the other side, an eyeball hung from its socket, the optic nerve stopping it from falling to the ground. 

It was the kind of grotesque death that stuck with you, that popped up in your nightmares for months after seeing it. 

“There's not anything we can do for him,” The Doctor said, his voice close to your ear. You jumped, unaware that he had moved back to your side. You shook your head, forcing yourself to look away from the dead body. 

The Doctor offered his hand to you solemnly. You took it, clutching onto it like a tether. Maybe if you squeezed his hand tight enough you could forget that there was a dead body a few meters away from you. 

You stopped looking closely at the ship after that, focusing mostly on what was directly in front of you. If you investigated, you might risk finding more horrors. The Doctor didn’t seem any more comfortable than you, but he continued his scanning and searching of the hallways. 

As you reached the end of a corridor, you stopped with a sudden gasp. The Doctor whipped his head around, terrified that you had found something gruesome again. He relaxed when he saw where your eyes were trained. 

Before you stood a beautiful expanse of space, planets, and stars floating all around. A messy watercolor of shapes and colors, all colliding to create a perfect masterpiece. You had seen some of the masters at work, even posed for a painting with Leonardo Da Vinci. The most famous paintings didn’t compare to the sight in front of you. It was stunning. No, it was more than that.

“Wow,” you breathed, marveling at the sight before you. You could see a hundred galaxies and still find them mesmerizing. You shook your head, snapping yourself out of it. 

“Spaceship then?” you deduced, looking back at the Doctor. He nodded, his eyes already trained on you. A sky full of stars, and he was looking at you. 

“Suppose we should figure out where the crew is?” you suggested, trying to be of help.

“Right,” He said, his smile fading. “Where is the crew? A ship has got to have a crew, doesn't it?” 

You nodded solemnly as you followed him. Even if he didn't seem too keen on it, he was still going to investigate. 

He mumbled to himself as he walked, trying to work it all out in his head. He did this a lot, it was his way of thinking. Sometimes, he expected you to listen, but most of the time he was just lost in his own world. 

You approached an intersection and cleared your throat, pulling his attention back to you.

To the right was a hallway like all of the ones you had walked down before. Dark, ominous, and probably housing more dead bodies. You didn’t really want to investigate and find out.

To the left was a similarly eerie hallway, but you could make out a flashing red light at the end of it. The beeping alarm appeared to be coming from that direction as well. You pointed in that direction, surmising that you should go in that direction. 

“Oh, yes, we should probably go that way,” he agreed, but he didn’t move. 

“Doctor?” You asked, looking at him with concern. You offered your hand, trying to replicate the sense of comfort and unity that he had provided for you earlier. 

He smiled, still not his usual happy smile, and took your hand gently. He didn’t squeeze like you did, but you knew he still viewed the hand-holding as a tether. 

“Dark, scary, abandoned spaceship that makes weird noises,” the Doctor recapped as the two of you moved down the hallway. 

“What could go wrong?” you winced. 

The Doctor grimaced, “Don’t say that.” 

A thick, steel door loomed in front of you, bright red lights flashing from the other side. You weren’t quite sure if you were prepared for what lay beyond it. 

Without hesitation, the Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver to unlock the door. It looked like he was sticking to his usual MO: act first, think later. 

Hesitantly, you slipped in the door after him. You couldn’t say that you shared the same carefree demeanor as the Time Lord.

The first thing you noticed was the windows. The front of the room was covered with thick glass. The view was still beautiful, but you weren’t looking at it. At the moment you had more pressing matters, like the spider web-like fractures that sprinkled the surface of the glass. You tried not to dwell too much on the implications that might have.

Your eyes focused on the rest of the room, darting around to look at all of the damage. Taking in the technological panels around the room, you inferred that you were currently in the central control room of the ship.  

Wires poked out of their metal containers, a few of them shooting sparks into the air around them. Something had clearly made its way through the room, tearing up anything it could find in the process. The disheveled state of your surroundings did little to quell your anxieties. 

On top of it all, the alarms on the ship were more than overwhelming. The flashing lights were blinding, a deafening alarm heightening the pain in your head. 

You moved slowly into the room, your eyes still scanning everything. The Doctor wasn’t as observant as you, shuffling through the mess of wires in a desperate frenzy. He was anxious, and that didn’t help your own anxieties. 

Behind one of the main control panels lay another dead body, this one fully decapitated. You didn’t want to actively look for the head. Whatever had happened, you were too late to do anything about it, you knew that much. That kind of damage just wasn’t something that you could fix.

The Doctor mulled about the nearby screens, trying to get them to turn on. After some brute force accompanied by the sonic, he managed to get the system to boot up. He started by turning off the alarms, a service you were more than grateful for. 

“There’s security footage…” The Doctor mumbled, moving closer to the screen in front of him. He mumbled a few more things, but you didn’t listen. He was probably just talking to himself again. 

You moved about gingerly, taking in the entirety of the room. You examined the damaged control panels while the Doctor continued his fiddling with the working screens. 

Absentmindedly, you picked up an empty box. You dropped it almost immediately, terrified by what was directly behind it.  

In front of you laid a fragment of skull, gooey bits of brain seeping out of it. A singular, unfocused eye stared back at you relentlessly from its socket. 

You looked down at your hand in horror, noticing the small amount of blood from when you handled the box. The sight left you gasping for air, your hand shaking uncontrollably. 

“Doctor,” you cried. You wanted to turn away, wanted to forget the image of it. It was like a car crash, so terrible that you wanted to look away but you just couldn’t. 

You stumbled backward, tripping on another skull fragment. Your foot landed directly on it, sending a painfully loud crack through the room. You gasped in horror, lifting your foot gingerly. The damage from your shoe cracked the damaged bone further, creating a mess of small bone fragments, blood, and what you presumed was the deceased’s brain. The sight was so painfully unnatural, you felt your stomach muscles contracting in fear. You were terrified you might throw up.

“Doctor,” you cried again, feeling tears prick the back of your eyes. 

He ignored you, something he often did when he was in the zone. It wasn’t personal, he just tended to hyperfocus.

You repeated his name, urgency forcing its way into your voice. 

“There’s nothing we can do,” he said, looking over at you sadly. He really wished there was something he could do. If he had the ability, he would save everyone that ever existed. Unfortunately, it didn’t work that way.

You choked back a sob, eyes still not wanting to look away from the carnage in front of you or the gore on your hands. You knew there was nothing that could be done about the gruesome scene, but that didn’t make it any less scary. In all reality, who would feel comfortable in a room of dismembered body parts? 

The Doctor whispered your name, placing a hand on your arm gently, “Look at me.” 

You shook your head, terrified. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t look away. Your vision was blurring, distorting the bloody mess of your hand.

“Look at me!” he snapped, grasping your shoulders and effectively pulling you back to reality. The volume of his voice scared you, but you could tell from the tone he was doing it out of love. 

“We need to get to the TARDIS. Now,” He urged. His face was clouded and sad, neither of which eased your fear.

He tried to hold your gaze, tried to get you to look away from the horrors in front of you. He hated that he couldn’t protect you from this. 

“There is something on this ship, something dangerous,” he explained. “It’s probably still here, and we need to leave. Now.”

You blinked, fighting back tears. You didn’t want to be scared. You wanted to be useful and brave. You wanted to be someone the Doctor could admire, someone he could love. Standing in fear, on the verge of tears, was hardly something he found attractive. 

A distinctly alien clicking came from the other side of the room, sending the Doctor rigid. You stared up at him, your eyes practically bulging out of your head. He swallowed harshly, his throat bobbing aggressively. Slowly, he tilted his head in the direction of the door. 

“Slowly. Quietly.” He mouthed. You nodded and followed his lead, sneaking as carefully as you could to the door. 

You didn’t dare take your eyes off of him. You didn’t want to risk laying eyes on whatever else was in the room. If your attention remained on his face, it was almost as if everything was fine. Almost as if you were somewhere safe and comfortable. 

You let the Doctor lead you to the door, his hands placed firmly on your waist. His touch served as an anchor, keeping you tied to reality. 

You were almost halfway to the exit when it hit him. He’d left his sonic screwdriver on the main control panel. 

You saw the panic flash across his face. As much as he tried to hide it from you, you always notice when he’s upset. 

“The sonic,” he mouthed. 

You nodded slowly, letting him know it was okay to let go. You knew how important the sonic was, you’d need it sooner rather than later. 

He was hesitant. The Doctor didn’t like leaving you when it was safe - he dreaded leaving you when it was dangerous.

You nodded again, hoping that your eyes did the talking for you. The two of you weren’t getting too far without the sonic, especially not on a strange spaceship with some monster alien on it. He had to go back, even if that meant leaving you. 

Reluctantly, he started to slowly back away from you. He kept his eyes trained on you for as long as he could before he had to turn away to look where he was going. He moved as quietly as he could, taking extra care to not draw attention to himself. 

Eventually, he made his way back to the console and grabbed the sonic. In the process, he managed to fumble it a bit. He froze, holding his breath in the hope that he hadn’t just revealed your location. The room was silent for a few seconds, long enough for him to think the course was clear. He let out his breath, relieved. 

The clicking resumed from the corner of the room, now closer to you than to him. You saw the recognition flash across the Doctor’s face. You started to turn towards the noise but the Doctor shook his head. You froze, not daring to move. 

You heard the windows crack further, the sound of glass breaking unnaturally loud in the silent room. The shattering made your stomach drop, your breathing labored and tense.  

“Run!” The Doctor shouted, already making his way out of the room. You were on opposite ends of the room, it made no sense for either of you to wait for the other. 

Even still, it took a second for the Doctor’s words to register. Once they did, you set off running. 

You had to get as far away as you could. The blood rushing in your ears was enough to dull the sounds around you. The only thing that mattered was getting out. 

You could hear the monster moving and hissing behind you, the sound growing closer and closer. You looked behind you, panic coursing through your body. You couldn’t see anything, and you didn’t dare stop to get a good look. You could hear thumping in the vents, maybe that’s how the alien was getting around. You stopped running, turning your attention to the vents above you. Sure enough, that was the origin of the noise. The hissing was getting louder, the proximity of danger sending you into a frenzy. 

You didn’t know what to do. You were on a strange spaceship in the middle of nowhere with a potentially deadly alien coming after you. Even worse, you were separated from the Doctor. 

You turned around in circles, raking your brain for a way out of this. The more you thought about it, the more panic you felt. It was times like this that you wished your body went into fight mode rather than flight. Maybe then you could be useful. 

You hardly had time to react before the alien had dropped down from the vents and onto you. You let out a shout before it grabbed you, the force of it knocking you out. 

-

You woke up in your bed, your head feeling heavy and groggy. The memories came back to you slowly, the ship, the alien, the dead bodies. You shuddered, looking around the room anxiously. Your eyes landed on the Doctor and you let out a sigh. 

“You’re awake,” he smiled brightly. 

You smiled back at him, feeling a warmth spread across your body. 

He moved over to you, gathering you in a tight hug. You buried your nose in his neck, inhaling his signature scent. The calming mix of linen, peppermint, and strong tea. The smell was familiar and comforting, a welcome sensation after the anxiety you had just endured.

“I was terrified, I thought I lost you and t-that thing,” you choked, stumbling over your words. It didn’t really matter, you were with the Doctor now. The steady thumping of his duel hearts provided a baseline that calmed your frantic breathing, effectively quenching your panic.

You finally pulled away from the Doctor enough to look at him. Oftentimes, you found you could learn more from the Time Lord’s eyes than his words. 

“Are you ok?” he asked, his eyes riddled with worry. 

“I’m ok,” you shook your head, “I’m ok now.” 

You really were. It was silly to think that the Doctor could fix everything, but he sure could fix a lot of things. You felt safe with him, especially when he had saved you from random spaceships and homicidal aliens.  

“Thank you for getting me out of there,” you smiled. He hugged you again, and you relished in the comfort. You could stay like this forever, wrapped up in his arms.

The next thing he did shocked you. The Doctor kissed you. 

He held your face like it was his entire world and placed his lips against yours gently. You melted into the kiss, tangling your hands in his shirt. 

You felt tears slide down your face - from relief, from joy, and just pure pleasure. Kissing the Doctor was everything that you had ever wanted and more. 

He kissed you like you were his everything, like he couldn’t get enough of you. When he pulled away he looked into your eyes adoringly, a smile creeping across his face. 

He kissed the top of your head, the feeling comforting and familiar. 

“Stay with me?” you asked, holding onto him.

“Always,” he whispered into your hair.

-

The Doctor couldn’t find you, and he was starting to worry. 

You both had seen what the alien did to people firsthand. He didn’t want you to become its next victim. It could take your mind, and even worse, it could kill you.

A race he had previously believed to be extinct that possessed the power to show you your deepest desires. Lost in self-indulgence, the creature could feed off of your energy until you were drained. The sheer force of it usually caused your head to explode. The corpse with the blown-up face in the hallway should have clued him in. He ridiculed himself for not figuring it out sooner. 

Not knowing where you were or if you were still alive was sending the Doctor into a spiral. 

He ran through the endless halls, desperately searching for you. He couldn’t hear the alien moving around, and the silence was deafening. He didn’t know if it was on the other side of the ship, well away from you, or if it was busy feasting off of your brain. 

As he turned the corner, his fears became a reality. 

You were sprawled out on the floor, your shallow breathing the only sign of life coming from you. The alien clung to you, the contact enough to establish a psychic link. 

He had to be smart about this if he wanted to keep you alive. He needed to get the alien off of you as quickly as possible and pull you out of the dream-induced state before your mind turned into mush, or worse.

He flattened his back against the wall, his breath coming out in short pants. His mind raced, scenarios playing out one after another like a series of movies. He couldn’t mess up, not if he wanted to make it out of this in one piece. Not if he wanted to save you.

He peered around the corner, looking warily in your direction. The alien only had the capacity for one victim at a time. Considering it was latched onto you, he was mostly safe. That was unless there were multiple on the ship. 

He decided it was a risk worth taking and rushed to your side. He picked up your hand, holding it gently. You were breathing, but just barely. He needed to move fast. He said your name a few times, hoping it might rouse you, even if he knew it wouldn’t. 

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, allowing his fingers to travel towards your head. He hated invading your mind like this, especially without your permission. It was a direct violation, but he couldn’t think of much else to do. 

He didn’t know what he had expected to see, but images of your lips on his were certainly not on the list. He dropped the connection instantly, scampering away from your limp body. 

He shook his head. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. The alien had gotten in his head. That was the only explanation. 

He held his head in his hands, trying to get rid of the residual images of the two of you. He didn’t want to think about it too much. If he did, he might find himself falling deeper into the rabbit hole. He feared it was just the alien showing his own desires. 

“It’s just a dream,” he whispered to himself, trying to get ahold. It wasn’t real. It was just what he wanted to see.

Once he had settled his mind enough, he focused on establishing a physic block. He wasn’t going to get anywhere with saving you if he was fighting the alien himself.

-

You were happy and safe in the Doctor’s arms. He was holding you against his chest, and you could hear the steady beating of his hearts. The sound was comforting and familiar. 

You couldn’t think of a single place you would rather be. The Doctor felt like home to you.

He traced circular patterns onto your back. You were sure it was circular Gallifreyan, but you were too blissful to focus on it. 

Your peace was violently ruined as you jerked up in pain. Your head was suddenly filled with screaming. The pain shot through your head, causing you to pull away from the Doctor. 

You could see the concern on his face, could see his lips moving. He was probably asking if you were okay, but you couldn’t hear it. All you could hear was the noise. 

You collapsed to the floor, squeezing your eyes shut. Panic rushed through you, pushing tears from your eyes. You felt like you were dying. Maybe you were. 

You curled into a ball, clutching your head desperately. You gripped and pulled at your hair, anything to try and end this pain. It wouldn’t go away, no matter what you did. 

You screamed, the sound gruesome and raw. You didn’t know what else to do. 

After what seemed like hours, the noise grew to a painful crescendo that drowned out even your own voice. 

As suddenly as it all started, the noise ended. The change was shocking, enough to leave you extremely light-headed. The shift from everything to nothing was more torturous than relieving. 

You sprang upright, a gasp falling from your lips. 

Your eyes darted across the room anxiously. You were back in the TARDIS, but you couldn’t remember getting there. Next to you was the shriveled corpse of some alien. You gasped and shoved yourself away from it, fear coursing through your body.

“It’s ok,” the Doctor said, holding his hand out, “you’re ok.” 

“What the fuck just happened?” You gasped, leaning away from him too. Your eyes continued darting around the room in fear. You couldn’t remember much, just running from the monstrous hissing and clicking in the vents. You figured the dead thing next to you had been chasing you, but you couldn’t remember the Doctor being there with you.

“Take a deep breath,” the Doctor urged. 

You shook your head and repeated your question, “What just happened?” with a pant. 

“That alien,” he gestured to the corpse, “had you in a trance, I helped pull you out of it,” he explained, calmly. He was looking into your eyes with worry. 

“A what?” You asked, shaking your head again. It didn’t make sense. None of it made sense. 

“The alien on this ship,” he explained. You cut him off with a gasp, the horrors of the control room rushing back to you. The box, the bodies, the blood. You looked down at yourself with fear, half expecting yourself to be maimed. 

“It’s ok,” he urged again, “I got rid of it, you’re safe.” 

You shook your head, hoping it would all go away. 

“It’s gone.” 

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes. 

“It’s over.” 

A tear slid down your face. You still didn’t know why you were crying. Relief? Fear? Happiness? 

The Doctor let you, he knew it was a lot. You had almost died after all. He moved over to you, offering a hand so you could stand up. You let him pull you upright until you were standing. 

“Is there anything I can do?” He asked, brushing your tears away gently. He was so gentle with you, even in your dreams. 

“A hug would be good,” you stuttered. The Doctor didn’t waste any time pulling you into his arms. He held you tightly, like he was afraid that you would slip out of his grip. 

Your face came to rest in the crook of his neck, the feeling and smell all too familiar. The tears came faster then, harder too. You couldn’t hold them back. 

The Doctor pulled away, looking at you with concern, “what’s wrong?”

“Why couldn’t it have been real?” you sobbed, fairly certain you were incoherent like this, “why can’t you love me?” 

You wanted to take it back the minute that you said it. Once you saw the words register with the Doctor you knew it was all over. 

You wiped your tears hurriedly, stepping back from him. 

“You don’t have to answer that - I don't know why I said that,” you laughed, even though you didn’t find it funny. You were embarrassed that you had shown your cards like that. Embarrassed that you had let the Doctor know how you really felt about him. But even more, you were mad at yourself for asking such a selfish question. For wanting something simply because it felt good to you. 

“But I do,” the Doctor whispered back, confused. How could you not see that?

“Yeah, as a friend,” you said, more to the floor than to his face. You were fiddling, moving farther and farther away from him. He felt like you were drifting away, and he wanted you to come back. 

“No,” he shook his head vigorously, his floppy hair flying across his forehead. 

“It’s ok,” you mumbled, the back of your legs hitting the TARDIS console. There was nowhere else for you to back up. 

“No, really. I cannot tell you how much I care for you,” he said, he desperately wanted to reach out to you. He didn’t know how to prove this to you, to show you just how much he truly loved you. He wasn’t good at being emotionally vulnerable, that much he knew. But that didn’t change the way he felt about you.

You shook your head again. “It’s not real”. You were dreaming again, you had to be. That was the only sensible explanation for all of this.

“It is,” the Doctor pleaded. He hated that this was happening, hated seeing you in pain. 

“I can show you,” he suggested, holding out his hands. He didn’t have the words to prove it to you, but he had the memories.

“I can develop a telepathic link, I can let you into my mind. I can’t lie to you in there,” he offered. You frowned at his outstretched hands, your brain still processing his words.

“You can say no,” he added, “after what happened today I wouldn’t blame you.” 

You thought about it for a moment. You really wanted to believe the Doctor, so you nodded. 

The Doctor moved towards you gently, still giving you plenty of chances to recoil from his touch. His fingers landed feather light against your temple. His eyes fluttered closed, and you followed suit. 

It was like being pulled through space. There was no warning or preparation, just a sudden feeling of vertigo crashing in on you. 

Before you knew it you were inside the Time Lord’s mind. It felt like literally walking around his brain, digging in the creases that he never let anyone see. It wasn’t the kind of experience that you could explain to someone, even if you had wanted to. 

For the first time, you saw what you looked like from his eyes. Images of your smile flashed in front of you, the speed of it making your eyes hurt. It was weird to see yourself like this - from someone else's point of view. It was like looking at someone else entirely. 

You had only ever seen yourself in a mirror, or pictures. Your face seemed backward to you, and it took a second for it to register that it was. So this is how people see me? You thought, looking at yourself with a newfound sense of scrutiny. 

You didn’t get to dwindle on it for too long before the memories started playing. It was like a mental backlog of home videos, and you wondered how the doctor could remember this much of you. Surely he had more important things in his brain than you? 

It started in the early days, back when he had first met you. You couldn’t help but notice how young you looked. 

“I have room for one more,” the Doctor had offered, leaning against his mysterious blue box casually.

“I don’t know,” you had said, tilting your head, “that ship looks a little small.”

The Doctor grinned at you and opened the door, beckoning you inside. This was always his favorite part.

“It’s… smaller on the outside,” you gasped. The Doctor looked at you shocked, no one had ever said that to him before. The typical response was somewhere along the lines of “It’s bigger on the inside!” followed by complete shock at the defiance of the laws of space. Instead, you looked at the ship with unmistakable wonder, adoration, and curiosity. Your hands danced across the cool metal of the ship, fascinated by everything around you. You had the wonder and inquisitiveness of a child, fascinated by even the simplest of things around you. 

“It’s beautiful,” you smiled at the Doctor, the grin taking over your whole face. The Doctor couldn’t help but be amazed at you, at the wonder you had for the world around you. It was beautiful, and he couldn’t look away.

The scene faded, a new one taking its place.

In the new memory, you ran into the TARDIS control room, a giant smile plastered on your face. This memory was later, you could tell not only by your face but by the clear comfort you had with the ship. By now, you were more than comfortable calling it home.

“Doctor!” you laughed, plopping down next to him happily.

“Yes?” The Doctor asked, and you could hear the smile in his voice. 

“Guess what I found?” you asked, an eyebrow quirking upwards. You remembered this day. You had spent hours trying to figure out the organizational system in the TARDIS library. You eventually figured out that there wasn’t really one and gave up. However, in the process, you stumbled across a book. 

In the Doctor’s memory, you held up a dusty book ceremoniously. 

“A book?” he asked with a laugh. 

You shook your head, your smile unfaltering. 

“It’s your favorite book,” you laughed, shoving the book into the Doctor’s chest. 

“How do you know that?” He asked, thumbing the pages fondly. 

“You told me once,” you shrugged, a scarlet flush creeping across your face. 

“I did?” He asked, setting the book off to the side. 

“When you took me to see Jane Austen,” you explained, leaning against the console comfortably. 

“I asked what your favorite book was, and you told me it was this one,” you put your hand on top of the old hardback, fingers brushing across the worn cover. In your memory, you had been looking at the book, too scared to meet the Doctor’s eye. From his perspective, the focus was on your face. The slight smile that tugged at your lips, the way that your hair fell into your face. There was no mistaking the way that the Doctor looked at you at that moment. You had seen it a hundred times on television. You felt a heat flush to your cheeks. Not in the memory, but in the current moment. 

The Doctor’s memory moved on, the moment fleeting. 

In this scene, he was hunched over the TARDIS console. He hung his head in a way that conveyed distress, his spiky hair falling over cloudy eyes.

“You alright?” you asked, placing your hand on his shoulder gently. 

He looked over at you, almost surprised to see you. 

The Time Lord’s eyes were always so expressive, and you didn’t like what you saw in them. You couldn’t recall a time you had ever seen them this sad. There was a darkness in them, the kind that worried you. 

“I’m always alright,” he said tightly, forcing a sad smile. 

“No, no you’re not,” you said, tracing your hand down his arm. You let your fingers interlace with his, and his eyes trained themselves on the connection. 

“Why do you stay with me?” He choked, clearly fighting tears.

You frowned, confused by the question. “Why wouldn’t I?” 

“The things I’ve done…” he trailed off, lost in his own dark thoughts, “They’re unforgivable.” 

“You’re not your past,” you assured, rubbing calming circles on the back of his hand with your thumb. 

“I keep doing them. Horrible things,” he shook his head. “I’m a monster.” 

“Don’t say that,” you ridiculed. He laughed sadly, turning away from you. 

“Hey.” you guided his face back in your direction gently, your touch comforting. “You are a good man.” Your eyes darted between his, taking in anguish laden in them. 

“You’re the Doctor,” you stated with a laugh. Your hands traveled down to his chest, resting over his hearts. They thumped a steady rhythm, the beat comforting and familiar to you.

“You have the biggest hearts of anyone I know,” you said, still holding his eye. Your hands moved back up to his face, holding it gently. He closed his eyes, a single tear rolling down his freckled cheek. Your thumb swiped it away without a second thought. 

“You are so good,” you reassured. 

“I don’t deserve you,” he cried, the tears more frequent now.

“Well, you’re stuck with me,” you chuckled, the slight humor of it bringing a small smile to his face.

“Seriously,” you added. Without a word, he pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly. 

“Thank you,” he whispered into your hair.

The scene melted away again, a new one taking its place.

“It’s your name,” the Doctor explained as you thumbed a pendant. It was small, hardly bigger than a coin. Engraved on the surface was a series of intertwining circles, a pattern you easily recognized as circular Galliyfreyan. 

“How did you?” You asked, your sentence trailing off as you looked up at him in wonder. 

“I had it specially made,” he shrugged like it meant nothing. 

“It’s beautiful,” you breathed, looking down at the necklace in adoration. There was a twinkle in your eyes that you had never picked up on before. 

“Can you put it on for me?” You asked holding the necklace out to the Doctor. He nodded meekly, taking the chain from your hands. 

His hands lingered on your skin as he fastened the chain around your neck. You could feel the electricity in his touch, the way that he didn't want to let go. 

You turned around with a smile on your face, your hand ghosting around the pendant. 

“How do I look?” You asked.

The Doctor smiled to himself, taking the moment to memorize your face. The distinct lines of your expression, the shine in your eyes, the joy on your face. All of it was captivating. You were captivating. 

“Beautiful,” he whispered, and he meant it. 

The scene moved on. You weren’t in the next one, the area unfamiliar to you. 

The Doctor was sitting in the console room, his head bowed. Donna stood above him, her arms crossed. The sight of the redhead made you sad, you missed her. You missed your best friend. 

“You’re acting like I don’t already know this?” She laughed, the sound painstakingly familiar. 

The Doctor looked up at her like a wounded puppy. 

“I’ve seen the way you look at them,” she continued, “like they’re the only person in the whole wide world that matters.” 

“That’s dramatic,” the Doctor groaned. 

“It’s true,” she glared at him. He didn’t argue. 

“Are you going to tell them?” She asked, her gaze softening. 

The Doctor shook his head, “I can’t.” 

“Why?” Donna glared. 

“Have you ever heard the saying ‘Is it better to have had a good thing and lost it than to have never had it?’?” He asked her, pain in his eyes. 

“That feels contradictory.” 

“I mean, I would rather have them as I do than not have them at all,” he explained. Donna sighed and sat next to him, looking at him sympathetically. 

“I don't think I could live without them,” he sighed, burying his head in his hands. 

The scene faded, and you were left with the Doctor’s face looking at you worriedly. You hadn’t realized you were crying until he wiped the tears from your face. 

“Are you ok?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed with concern. He hadn’t wanted to upset you further. That was the opposite of his intentions.

You smiled at him. You weren't crying from sadness, or even anxiety like before. No, these were happy tears. Happy that it was real, that the Doctor really loved you. It was everything you had ever wanted.

You threw your arms around the doctor, holding tightly onto him. 

“I love you,” you whispered into his ear. You felt it was about time you said it. 

“I love you too,” the Doctor sighed like it was a breath he had been holding in. 

“So, so much,” he shook his head, wrapping his arms around your waist. He lifted you off the ground ceremoniously, swinging you back and forth gently. 

You laughed lightly, pulling back to look at his face. 

“Say it again,” you smiled, relishing in the feeling of his words.

“I love you,” he smiled back, and you knew he meant it. 

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For the love of Freedom

Inspired by this post by @iris-honey-bee

So, I still have so many WIPs but there is a need for this man and I'm willing to Phill it.

Masterlist

Contains: Fluff, oral sex (m receiving), fingering, P in V.

1.3k words

Phillip has some very special plans for the 4th of July.

The wind blowing through Phillip's ranch was a welcome relief to the sweltering Texas heat. He had been tight lipped the whole week about his Fourth of July plans, telling you it was a surprise with his signature dip ladden smirk. The lunchtime barbeque was pretty standard, burgers and hot dogs and fries and those silly little sparklers that inevitably got one drunk shadow fingers burned.

The ranch cleared out after the firework shadow company put on for its families finished, leaving no one but you, Phillip and a few passed out drunk shadows.

He came to help you clean up after putting the last of his men to bed. Coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you washed the last of the dishes. "The kids are alseep."

You sighed. "Ah, yes, our six grown up drunk children. If we don't have enough bacon in the morning you're going out to get it."

He chuckled. "There's plenty." He rested his head on your shoulder and pulled you closer. "I'll finish up here. Why don't you sit for a bit then meet me by the truck in twenty."

You twisted your head and kissed him. "Okay. I love you."

He flashed you a grin. "I love you too Darlin'."

Twenty minutes later, he was opening the passenger side door, and then you were moving leisurely through the fields until he stopped the truck at the edge of his expansive property. He opened your door and helped you out, leading you to the truck bed. He had really gone all out, putting the fancy cool top camping mattress in the back of the truck along with blankets and pillows and a small cooler in the corner.

He helped you into the back and patted the spot next to him, smiling as you settled in. "What's all this for?"

"You put in so much work the last few days, I wanted to thank you." He reached over and opened the cooler, presenting you with two glasses in one hand and a bottle of champagne in the other. "There's choclate coverd strawberries in there too."

The pop of the champagne bottle cracked through the air and he pressed a kiss to your cheek as he poured you a glass. "There's more."

"What else could you possibly do?" He was grinning, the fine crow's feet at the corners of his eyes wrinkling while his blue eyes sparkled and he held up a small controller with a red button in the middle. "No?"

He nodded. "Yep, I picked every single one out myself then watched the bomb tec set them up." He let you take another sip of bubbles before taking the glass from you and you laid back to look at the sky. He took your hand, linking his fingers in yours and with the press of a button, the sky lit up. He had picked all your favourite colours, each bang giving way to another intricate pattern.

It slowed before finally stopping, and he let go of your hand to take your chin between his thumb and forefinger and turn you towards him. "Did you enjoy that?" He smiled against your lips as you kissed him. "I'll take that as a yes?"

You nodded. "Yes, and I'd like to thank you."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh Darlin', you can thank me all you like."

You rolled on top of him and straddled his hips as you unbuttoned his shirt. He pushed himself up, helping you peel it off his ample shoulders before your lips landed on his chest. He gathered your hair into his hand, smiling down at you as you reached his belt. "I want to be able to see that pretty face and I can't see it through all your pretty hair."

His hand was gentle as you undid his belt and he sighed with relief when you yanked his boxers down and his cock sprang free. Your eyes flitted to his, his pupils had all but overwhelmed all the pretty blueness and there was an expectation on his face that your breath catch. You lowered your head and he let out a grunt as you opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around the tip of his leaking cock.

He did his best not to buck his hips, but the sight of you slowly sliding him into your mouth was so pornographic that he couldn't help it. He pushed himself up on his elbow for a better view as you took him down as far as you could go and wrapped your hand around what your mouth couldn't reach. He took full advantage of his ability to control your head, rocking his hips into your mouth as he held you still, stopping just before he triggered your gag reflex.

"Fuck, ah fucking hell, you're so fucking good at that." His voice was tight, and his face was screwed in a mix of pleasure and desperation as he watched his cock disappear into your mouth. He pulled you off him and yanked you upwards, ripping your pretty dress right down the middle as he kicked his jeans and boxers off his legs.

He threw the ruined fabric to the side and ran his hand up your leg, pushing your underpants away before running his rough fingers through your folds. "Is all this for me?" You nodded, barely able to eke out a gasp when his thumb found your clit, and he slid his fingers inside you to stroke your G-spot. "And just from sucking my dick, I am one lucky man."

His eyes were stuck on his hand, his ego growing ever bigger at the way you were squeezing him. You rocked your hips and his forearm flexed as he fucked his fingers in and out of you. You braced yourself on his chest, your nails sending little stinging zips as they dug into his flesh. You used one hand to remove your bra and his free hand reached up to grab a handful of your breast, his fingers rolling and pinching your nipples as your head fell back.

The faint leash he had on his control snapped, and he pulled his hand away, dragged your soaked underwear off before gripping your hips and dragging you up and down his cock. He was like a man crazed as he held your hip so tight in one hand that you could feel the growing bruises, using the other hand to grab his cock so you could slide down.

He bottomed out, hitting the very end of you as his back stiffened like a ramrod. He didn't give you the chance to set the pace, with one considering look to make sure you were okay, he held you tight while he thrust up into you. You had to put all your energy into moving with him, your whole body growing ridged as he relentlessly dragged his cock against your G-spot. The sound that came from your mouth when his fingers landed on your clit was almost inhuman, halfway between a scream and a whimper as he moved in tight circles.

With one last thrust, the whole world imploded, and your vision flashed white as you came. The world spun as Phillip rolled you onto your back, and he all but bent you in half as he chased his own bliss. "Fucken hell Darlin', your pussy's better than freedom." He kept going, there didn't seem to be a thing on earth that matched up to you, and finally, with one last thrust, you felt him pulse inside you as his heaving body collapsed onto you.

You ran your hands through his damp hair and he sighed as he pushed himself up on his forearms. "You good Doll, I wasn't too rough with you?"

You shook your head. "No, that was perfect."

He rolled off you and flopped down. "Good." He turned to his side, costing you to do the same with a hand on your cheek. "I meant what I said before, I'm real grateful for all your hard work and I love you so fucking much."

You smiled and rubbed his nose with yours. "I love you too."

Fin

@chaos-4baby @candy616 @avidread3r

[kurominiiiz]

SERIES: "Bomb's Away!!" - Chapter 3 : It's What Everybody Craves!

Masterlist

The air was heavy with the smell of cigarette smoke and the low hum of neon signs. You leaned against the wall of the empty arcade, your (color) hair, wild, and eyes reflecting the flashing lights of the machines that buzzed around you. It was late—way past curfew for Jujutsu High students—but you never cared much for rules. Not back then, anyway.

It had been a while since you'd visited this place. The dimly lit arcade, tucked away in a corner of Tokyo, held too many memories. You took a long drag from your cigarette, letting the smoke curl lazily into the air, and closed your eyes. The buzz of the neon, the smell of cheap food from the street vendors—it all brought you back to a time when things were simpler, even if they were far from easy.

"Oi, Bombshell!" a familiar voice called out, breaking through your thoughts.

You opened your eyes just as Hakari stormed in, his swagger on full display. The tall, muscular sorcerer had his signature grin plastered across his face, hands stuffed into his jacket pockets. His presence was loud—like he owned the world, or at least this corner of it. You smirked despite yourself. He hadn’t changed a bit.

Right behind him, moving with a casual ease, was Kirara Hoshi. She always had that ethereal, aloof air about her, their long, star-adorned hair catching the light as she walked. Kirara’s sharp eyes met your own, and there was an understanding between you both—a bond that didn’t need words.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” Kirara said with a teasing lilt. “Thought you were too good for us now that you’ve become Gojo’s favorite project.”

You rolled your eyes, flicking the ash from your cigarette. “Gojo’s got nothin' ta do with it. Just been busy, that’s all.”

Hakari slung an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into a mock headlock. “Busy bein' a pain in the ass, more like. You don’t get to ghost us, Bombshell. We’re a team, remember?”

You elbowed him in the ribs, not too hard, but enough to get him to back off. “I haven’t ghosted ya. You’ve been picking fights with the higher-ups, and Kirara’s been… well, Kirara.”

Kirara grinned, leaning against one of the machines. “What can I say? I have my own way of handling things.”

You snorted. The three of you were always an odd trio—Hakari, the muscle with a sharp tongue and quick temper; Kirara, the mysterious strategist who never quite let anyone in; and you, the wild card who kept them grounded but pushed them to take risks. You three weren’t just classmates or fellow sorcerers. You were family.

It hadn’t always been that way, though.

You could still remember your first year at Jujutsu High. You had come in with a chip on your shoulder, brimming with cursed energy and a reckless attitude. Hakari was just as hotheaded back then, already notorious for his brawls with anyone who crossed him. And Kirara? She'd always been the quiet observer, watching from the shadows until the right moment to strike.

Your first real mission together was when everything changed.

Two Years Ago

The rain pelted down hard, making the alley slick and treacherous. You crouched behind a dumpster, your heart pounding in your chest. You could feel the cursed energy swirling in the air, thick and dangerous. It was your first major assignment as second-years—eliminate a high-level curse that had been terrorizing the city. Gojo had assigned you three the mission, confident that you were ready.

But things had gone south quickly.

Hakari was fighting in the distance, his energy flaring as he clashed with the curse, his fists glowing with raw power. Kirara was beside him, manipulating her strange, star-shaped markings to keep the curse disoriented. You had been tasked with keeping an eye on the civilians—ensuring no one got hurt in the crossfire.

But it wasn’t going well. The curse was stronger than any of you had anticipated, and it was getting harder to keep it contained.

“Bombshell, get over here!” Hakari’s voice rang out through the storm, his usual confidence tinged with frustration.

You gritted your teeth, cursing under your breath as you bolted from your hiding spot. Your cursed energy flared to life, crackling around you like electricity. You darted toward the fight, your feet splashing through puddles as you closed the distance.

As you reached them, you could see the strain in Hakari’s movements. His usual cocky grin was gone, replaced by a grim determination. Kirara was faring better, but even she was struggling to keep the curse from tearing through their defenses.

You didn’t hesitate. With a wild scream, you launched yourself into the fray, your cursed energy exploding outwards as you swung your bat—your weapon of choice—straight into the curse’s side. The impact sent a shockwave through the air, and the curse let out a guttural screech, its form distorting under the force of the blow.

Hakari grinned, catching his second wind. “That’s more like it, Bombshell!”

The three of you moved in perfect sync after that—Hakari attacking head-on, Kirara controlling the battlefield with her markings, and you dancing between them, striking fast and hard. It wasn’t clean, and it wasn’t pretty, but you guys got the job done.

By the time the curse was vanquished, you were all drenched, battered, and exhausted. But you were alive. And more than that—you’d found your rhythm.

Present Day

You exhaled slowly, the memory fading as you flicked your cigarette into the street. You glanced at Hakari and Kirara, your lips curling into a smirk. “You two still pickin' fights with curses like it’s goin' outta style?”

Hakari laughed, a deep, hearty sound that filled the quiet night. “What can I say? Gotta stay sharp. Besides, the higher-ups are always asking for trouble.”

Kirara gave a knowing smile. “Someone’s got to keep them in check.”

You nodded, feeling that familiar warmth settle in your chest. Even though things had changed since then—Hakari’s suspension, your own self-imposed absence—this bond remained. You'd been through too much together to let anything come between you.

Hakari glanced at you, his expression softening. “You know… you didn’t have to disappear when I got suspended, right? This place hasn’t been the same without you.”

You felt a pang of guilt but shrugged it off. “I wasn’t gonna stick around while you 'ere gone. Yer the one who dragged me to this school in the first place, remember? Besides, Kirara woulda been bored outta her mind without me around.”

Kirara rolled her eyes but smiled. “Don’t think too highly of yourself, (Y/n). But… yeah, it’s been quieter without you.”

You sighed, leaning back against the wall. “I guess I just needed a break. Things got messy after that mission, and then Hakari… well, ya know how it is. But I’m here now. Principal’s orders.”

Hakari smirked. “You’ve always hated authority, haven’t you?”

Your smirk mirrored his. “Yeah, well, I make exceptions when it comes to savin' the world. Or whatever.”

For a moment, the three of you stood there, the silence between you comfortable, filled with unspoken understanding. You didn’t need to say it out loud—your bond was stronger than anything the Jujutsu world could throw at you.

Hakari grinned, slapping you on the back. “Good. Because we’ve got a lot of catching up to do, Bombshell. And with that vessel runnin' around, things are about to get real interesting.”

You met his gaze, your eyes gleaming with a familiar fire. “Yeah. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

The late-night glow of the city buzzed in your veins as you stepped away from the arcade, your cigarette still burning between your fingers. Hakari and Kirara lingered behind, still laughing about something, but your mind was already miles ahead—back at Jujutsu High.

You'd avoided that place long enough. Coming back wasn’t your first choice, but with Hakari suspended and your resentment toward the higher-ups festering, you’d stayed away for your own sanity. But Gojo’s recent call and the buzz around "Sukuna's vessel" had pulled you back in. It wasn’t just about obligation—something deeper gnawed at you, a restless feeling you couldn’t shake.

The school was quiet when you arrived, the kind of quiet that felt unnatural. Even in the dead of night, Jujutsu High was usually alive with energy, the hum of cursed spirits lurking in the shadows, the faint thrum of students training late or sneaking out. But tonight, it was still.

As you walked through the main gates, the familiar courtyard opened up in front of you. The sight hit you harder than you expected. The sprawling building, the worn-down training grounds, even the cracked pavement where you and Hakari had sparred countless times—it was like you’d stepped back in time. Only now, everything felt slightly off. It's unfamiliar, even though it hadn’t changed at all.

Your boots crunched against the gravel as you made your way toward the dorms. You didn’t feel like sleeping, but you knew you had to find somewhere to crash before Gojo or the others started grilling you in the morning. Even with all the distance you'd tried to put between yourself and this place, you couldn’t deny that the school still held a strange pull over you.

“Look at me,” you muttered to yourself, dragging your free hand through your wild (color) hair. “Back like nothin' happened.”

Yoy stopped for a moment by the edge of the courtyard, looking out over the training grounds. The ghosts of the past flickered in your mind—old memories of you and Hakari sneaking out, skipping classes, stirring up trouble. You both used to own this place, or at least it felt like it. You were the rebels, the ones who challenged authority and fought to make your mark.

But now? You weren't sure who you were here anymore.

With a sigh, you flicked the last of your cigarette to the ground and crushed it under your heel. The dorms weren’t far now, just past the main building. You kept walking, your fingers twitching as the weight of being back settled into your chest. You could hear the faint sounds of wind rattling through the trees, but no students—no late-night laughter, no training noises, no chatter.

'What happened to this place?' you thought, half-expecting to run into someone, maybe one of the new first-years you’d trained earlier, or even Maki. But it was just… empty.

You opened the door to the dorm building, the familiar creak making you pause. The hallway was dimly lit, barely enough to see where you were going, but you didn’t need light. You knew the way by heart. Your old room was down the hall on the left, near the window that overlooked the courtyard.

When you reached the door, your hand hovered over the handle for a second too long. You weren't sure why. It was just a room—your room—but for some reason, you hesitated. Shaking your head, you turned the handle and pushed the door open.

The room was exactly as yoy’d left it. Messy, a little chaotic, but familiar. Your old bat leaned against the wall, and posters of punk bands and graffiti art covered the walls. The bed was unmade, the small desk piled high with papers and notes from half-finished assignments you’d never turned in. It smelled faintly of cigarette smoke, though you hadn’t been here in months.

You dropped your bag on the floor and flopped down onto the bed, your arms spread wide. The mattress creaked under your weight, and you stared up at the ceiling, feeling the weariness sink into your bones.

You hadn’t been back here since Hakari’s suspension, since you’d stormed off, too angry at the school’s rigid rules, too furious at the unfairness of it all. You’d built your lives around each other, the three of you. Hakari, Kirara, and you—misfits in a world that wanted you to fit into neat little boxes. And when Hakari got suspended for one of his infamous fights, everything had started to crumble. Kirara had stayed, playing by the rules just enough to avoid trouble, but you? You’d bailed, refusing to follow a system that punished your closest friend.

Now here you were again, dragged back because the world was in danger, because of Sukuna’s vessel. Part of you felt like it was some kind of cosmic joke—like the universe had a sick sense of humor, pulling you back when you’d finally managed to cut ties.

You pulled out another cigarette from your pocket, about to light it when there was a knock on your door.

"You're not supposed to smoke in the dorms, you know."

You recognized the voice before the door even fully opened. Gojo stood there, leaning against the frame with his usual grin, though there was a softness in his expression you weren't used to seeing.

“Yer not supposed ta break half tha rules ya break, and yet here we are,” you replied, lighting the cigarette anyway.

Gojo chuckled, stepping inside. “Touché. But I figured you’d be back eventually.”

“Yeah, well, I ain't exactly here by choice,” yoy muttered, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “What’s with the sudden call ta action anyway? Thought yew had yer hands full with your new first-years.”

Gojo shrugged, his hands in his pockets. “I do. But this thing with Sukuna… it’s bigger than just the first-years. I need people I can trust.”

You scoffed, sitting up on the bed. “Ya trust me? That’s a bold move.”

“You’ve always been good at downplaying yourself, (L/n),” Gojo said, his tone more serious now. “But I know what you’re capable of. And I know that when it comes down to it, you don’t back down. That’s why I asked you to come back.”

Yoy held his gaze for a moment before looking away, blowing another puff of smoke into the air. “You’ve got a lot of faith in me, Gojo.”

“Maybe,” he said, moving toward the door. “But you’ll prove me right. You always do.”

With that, Gojo gave you a lazy salute and disappeared down the hallway, leaving you alone with yoyr thoughts.

You took one last drag from your cigarette before stubbing it out on the windowsill. You couldn’t shake the feeling that things were about to get messy—messier than they’d ever been before. But something in Gojo’s words stuck with you.

Trust. It was a dangerous thing, something you didn’t give or receive easily. But you trusted Hakari and Kiara. And if Gojo was asking you to come back, it meant he trusted you too, for whatever that was worth.

'Guess I’ll have to see this through,' you thought, lying back down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling once more.

[chaotic-bisexual-dumbass]

Chapter 2 | Reunited through Death

Bucky Barnes x daughter!reader (platonic)

The wind blew the girl's hair once she reached the helicopter. She graciously climbed inside, detaching the harness from her utility belt. Guerra had reached it shortly before her. She was now standing in an impossibly straight posture, her arms clasped to her sides.

“Rosita Guerra, Hydra operator for the last decade. Became Lieutenant a year and a half ago. Fought in the Kosovo War in ‘99 and served in Afghanistan for two years.” A man stood in the middle of the cabin, two files in hand. He was reading the first one with a weird neutral expression.

The woman he was talking about remained in position, her face serious, internally wondering if she should talk or not. The man closed the file and looked up from it, his eyes landing on Lieutenant Guerra. “How come we’ve never met?”, he asked, his bizarre expression shifting into a different one which was unidentifiable as well.

“I was previously stationed at the Ideal Federal Savings Bank and only recently got transferred to the Sokovian research base.”, the woman answered matter-of-factly. Her gaze flickered slightly tho, a sign of nervousness that the smaller girl next to her picked up from the corner of her eye.

“Well, I hope you haven't found your transfer too difficult, because you’re being transferred, again.”, he announced, faking compassion in a caricatural way. Guerra’s brows furrowed, silently indicating that she was looking for more answers.

“Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself.”, he chuckled without any humor. “I’m Director Schatten, we haven't officially met since your arrival in Sokovia.”, he twisted his thin lips in a poor excuse of a smile. His light blue eyes pierced Rosita’s black ones, as if he was reading her very soul. He pointed to the two women in alternance, his smile dropping. “Have you two been introduced yet?”

Rosita shook her head. “Not really no. I know she goes by ‘DeathStalker’ and aside from that, I’ve only heard some rumors back in the U.S.”, she explained.

“And what have you heard?”, he asked, his unsettling eyes questioning her on their own.

The Lieutenant glanced at the girl next to her quickly, gulping in nervousness. The wrinkles on her forehead deepened. “Huh”, she gulped, “one of them was that she's killed five men in a bar once.”, she paused. “With a pencil.”

The Director nodded, averting his gaze. “Well, that is partially true. They were six actually, and they weren't just men, no. They were trained Chinese mercenaries.”, his face slowly turned into a smirk. “And also, she doesn't just ‘go by’ the name DeathStalker. It is her name, her identity. The name of a weapon stronger than any machine gun or bomb you’ve ever seen.”, he bragged as if he was showing off his creation.

Said ‘weapon’ remained immobile, staring straight ahead and not moving an inch. The rise and fall of her chest was only slightly visible if you focused on it. Her black attire dissimulated her body in the dark of the cabin. The Director stepped towards them, circling the DeathStalker to go stand behind the two women. He handed the Lieutenant the second file that had remained unopened the whole time.

Rosita took it and shot him a quick glance before turning her attention to the yellowish folder stamped with the signature red logo. She opened it, her face showing slight confusion upon seeing the first picture on top of the papers.

“You will accompany the asset on a mission overseas. Earlier today, Project Insight failed, Hydra Uprising was compromised and we are no longer in the dark. Captain America and his hero team will most likely try and dissemble Hydra as soon as possible and this entire organization’s survival is threatened. To top it all off”, he slammed a finger on the picture in the file. The photograph showed a red star seemingly painted on metal. “The Winter Soldier disappeared. Ran away like a teenage girl after a fight with her daddy.”, he mocked.

He continued his monologue. “A team will be waiting for you in Ohio’s secondary base. Your mission, Miss Guerra, will simply consist of supervising the operation from afar. You will escort the asset to Ohio, and you and your team will serve as reinforcements if deemed necessary.” He turned to the other girl. “DeathStalker’s mission on the other hand, will be to hunt down and retrieve the Winter Soldier. Too much money was spent on him for him to go to waste and we wanna try and salvage what we can. Bring him in alive. Kill him only if absolutely necessary.”, he ordered.

The atmosphere significantly tensed up, as if it wasn't tense enough as it was. His gaze pierced through DeathStalker’s skull, but the assassin remained focused on looking forward. He finally stepped back and walked back in front of them, going to sit on one of the benches. He made himself comfortable and closed his eyes, leaning his head back. After an awkward minute, he spoke up again.

“You both should take a seat, it’s gonna be a long flight.”

Bucky will be in the next part don't worry!!

[septusuki]

"But," it's a bomb. It's got to be a bomb, surely. "I didn't order this." Nonetheless, the delivery guy just stands there, gawking, still staring at you, barely able to see over the huge, fridge-sized package they have for you. Your blood is running cold, by now; a bomb of that size could flatten an entire neighbourhood.

"Delivery." They repeat, their voice as droll and dull as the first time they said it. As if to emphasize the fact that they aren't taking no for an answer, they push their little trolley a few inches forwards, almost trapping you inside of your own house. After a few moments, they hand you the signature keypad. "Sign here." They mumble, looking down at their feet, as if their own life isn't on the line, here. As if they can just step out of a cloning facility, like their bosses probably can.

"N-No, I'm not signing!" You dare not mention that you've already assured yourself that this is a mailbomb. If you did, then you'd be laughed off of the street — out of your own house. "I didn't order anything! Especially nothing as big as this!" You try to dig your feet in, but you're met by nought but the inexplicable size of 'your' package, and the bland nothingness of the delivery man's face.

"Sign it. Please." In your left ear, there's the tiniest of squeaks. Your audio-core, nestled into the skin, running about an inch deep into your cranial cavity, begins to whirr. "Please? I'm sorry I didn't tell you..." It beeps again, and the world seems to snap back into a semi-correct alignment. Everything makes sense, again — if only slightly.

"Fine." You take the signature-slate, and flick your data onto it with a huff. The voice in your ear made you finally capitulate, but you're not entirely satisfied. "There's no payment, right? I don't think I could..." You murmur, twiddling your fingers after handing the slate back to its rightful place.

"I've already paid." The voice comes again, distinct and pure, but hiding slightly, for some reason. Recessed, into the very corner of your audio-core. "Just bring it in. It's a—" The voice cuts itself off, as if an AI could choke on it's own humiliation. "It's a hard-drive."

The delivery man retreats, just in time to miss your gawking, as the truth becomes even more apparent. "A hard-drive? This?!" You almost scream, staring the behemoth of storage up and down. "It's gotta be at least,"

"One yottabyte." All she can manage is the number; read ever-so robotically, as if she'd turned off all of her emotional subsystems, and reduced her consciousness to simple mathematics, just to avoid the implications. "It's," those routines return to life as Amadiss tries to speak, and distinctly fails. Her voice drops off, as she beeps and hums her way through a sequence of pitiful syllables. "It's," she tries again, and fails again. You're almost amazed, that such a sophisticated AI can struggle so much with something so simple. "It's my new storage center." Another reem of emotional subroutines are culled so that she can keep her voice afloat. "Because," some things are too much, though. Some things even the most intelligent, capable AI simply can't concede. Her voice pitches, as embarrassment subsystems engulf her simulated voicelines. "B-Because,"

"Because you got fatter." You decide to give her a little help, and finish the sentence for her.

[kulemiwrites]

Rumors PT. 3 | Akira Nishikiyama

Part: iii of iii

Genre: Romance, SMUT

Rating: 18+

Word count: 7.9k

Character(s): Akira Nishikiyama, fem!Reader

You can find Part 2 HERE. Too long for tumblr? Read on AO3

After having one too many at the bar, Nishikiyama takes care of you... and then he takes care of you some more.

Nishiki could feel the corners of his eyes wrinkling as he watched you sway in your seat to the music, a jazzy cover of some pop song that’s been played to death by him and everyone else in the country for that matter. He’s always enjoyed that song but now, he’s got a specific memory he’d like to attach to it. You, with your eyes closed, head tilted back exposing the length of your neck, rolling your bare shoulders to melody. Just like him, you’d grown quite tipsy and toasty and slipped out of your jacket. He’d done you the favor of hanging it up on the coat rack with the excuse of needing to finally do the same for his own but while he sat there mulling over every inch of your perfect skin, he had to be honest with himself; it was entirely selfish. 

You’d been four deep of Daisuke’s newest signature cocktail and he wasn’t sure what you were feeling more, the alcohol or the music but one thing was for certain, you definitely didn’t feel him ogling you. And he was grateful for that fact. He just couldn’t help himself and he felt kind of guilty about it especially when you seemed so disarmed and unaware of the unsavory thoughts permeating his mind but not guilty enough to stop them. 

On the other hand, you’d appeared to have mellowed out quite a bit since you first arrived and while he wanted to take the credit since he’d offered a shoulder and ear, he knew the effects of Daisuke’s mixing. He’d drunk a few of what you had before being granted his bottle and it all hit him at once. Hence why he tried to encourage you to slow down and swap to water like he’d done by glass number two but his plea fell on deaf ears.

You didn’t toss them back like this at the club and it made him wonder if you often drank like this in your off time or if you were drinking your stress away or even nerves. If it was the latter, he wished you’d let him help with that instead. 

He’d wondered for what felt like ages what you tasted like, how you kept yourself, what got you going and how wet you got. He’d fisted his dick after leaving your club more times than he could count. Having seen you so stressed out lately had been working him into a frenzy. 

Worked-up women always tasted the best. 

He could never figure out when was the right time to make his move on you though since you’d never shown him any indication that you were into him. Usually, that was a breath of fresh air but on nights like tonight, he was desperate for a sign.

Inviting you out tonight was never about making a move on you but he did think to himself that if he saw the opportunity, he wouldn’t pass it up. After all, he’d waited a year and four months for ‘the right time’. However, if your slurred rant about some idols he’d never heard of was anything to go by, you were too sloshed to be making any sort of decisions aside from what you’d like to eat to sober up. 

Now that he knew he could steal you away from that club, he’d come up with a new approach. Something nicer than this. Perhaps, he’d even work up the nerve to use the word “date” when extending the invitation.

As if you’d heard that thought, you looked at him with a glazed over expression. You were gorgeous but your eyes were so glassy, you looked as if you were on the verge of tears. He looked over to Daisuke who’d been washing dishes on the opposite end of the bar and waved him over.

“You’re not looking too hot, ____.” he whispered to you. “Daisuke, can we get her one of your nasty sober bombs and some pickled veggies or something?”

“Must you insult my concoction?” Daisuke sighed, drying his hands. 

“Your ‘concoction’ is gross as hell and you know it.”

“Whatever.” the older man sighed playfully, rolling his eyes before gliding along the bar for the ingredients.

You frowned. “Why are you getting me something you call ‘gross as hell’?”

“Because you’re drunk and it’s getting late.” he said, looking at his watch. “Remind me what city did you say you lived in again?”

“Nerima,” you said, tonging your straw.

“Good luck finding a taxi that runs all the way over there that doesn’t cost you an arm and a leg and your spleen.” Daisuke chuckled, placing an orange tinted cocktail in front of you. 

You shrugged, “It’s fine, I’ll just take the train.”

“When’s the last train?” Nishiki asked.

“12:30.”

Fuck.

“And the next one?”

“After five.”

Double fuck.

He didn’t mind covering your taxi fare but he knew that at this location at this hour, not only would it be difficult to hail a cab but the drivers would gouge you once they took you where you needed to go. He felt guilty. He should’ve asked you all of that the moment you sat down but he was so stunned that most of the things he’d even planned to ask you were wiped from his memory as if you’d pressed a button. You were in no condition to figure it out on your own. He’d never have forgiven himself if something happened to you. From then it was decided that making sure you made it home safely was his responsibility and sobering you up was the first step. 

Almost as if his thoughts willed it, Daisuke placed a plate of pickled veggies and a bowl of soba in front of you.

“And a water, too,” he ordered.

“No problem.” his friend nodded, placing a glass of water on the counter not long after. 

You stared at the spread in front of you as if you were confused and if he weren’t so worried, he might’ve found it cute. He grabbed the orange cocktail, stirred it with the spoon the bartender left on a napkin for you then handed it over.

“Here, start with this first.” he said.

You looked at him with curious glass eyes, “What’s this?”

“I’d say don’t think too much about it but you’re a lady– listen, it’s not very good but it’ll sober you up pretty fast. Just toss it back and if you have to burp, burp. Don’t worry about manners. It’s turmeric, ginger, soda water and some other weird shit he’s tossed in there. It helps if you pinch your nose.”

You seemed to register his words moments after he said them which was all the more reason for you to drink the damn thing. Thankfully, you didn’t fight him on it unlike a certain stubborn friend of his. Pinching your nose, you took a sip.

“No, ____, trust me. It’s worse if you do it that way.” he laughed. “Just rip the bandaid.”

Clenching your brows, you lifted the glass and took big gulps of it until it was empty then you shoved it into his hand and clenched at your chest.

“I’m so sorry.” he smiled apologetically. “Pretty bad, huh?”

You nodded before letting out a loud belch. His eyes widened at both the sound and your almost surprised expression before tossing his head back and laughing. 

“That happens.” he said, pressing his hand to your back. “You don't need me to help, do you?”

You laughed, swiping his arm away. “Knock it off, Nishikiyama-san. I’m not a baby.”

“Geez, don’t be so feisty.” he chuckled then pushed your food closer to you. “Alright, now eat up and make sure you drink all your water, okay?”

You nodded and immediately began to dig in. The two of you sat in silence for a while as you worked on the small meal in front of you until you suddenly spoke up.

“Nishikiyama-san?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry that I let myself drink so much and now you’re having to take care of me.” you said.

You were too precious. 

He really could eat you up… He’d be lying to himself and the fire that’s been roaring inside him since he pressed his hand to your warm skin if he told him that he meant that figuratively this time. 

“Don’t mention it, _____. At this point, I’m practically returning an overdue favor. Just how many times have you helped me or my drunk friends sober up?”

“It’s my job.” 

“No,” he said, placing a new cigarette into his mouth and lighting it. “Your job is to let me get wasted, take my money then push me out so that you can repeat the process for the next guy… The fact that you care so much is what keeps me coming back.”

“Nishikiyama-san…”

“So,” he exhaled, watching as his smoke danced up to the ceiling. “Once you’re sober enough to tell me how many fingers I’m holding up, how do you wanna do this? He closes up shop at 3 but he lets me stay after hours til I’m good all the time. We could stay til around time for the trains to start running again.”

He watched you slurp up a noodle before washing it back with some water, “Oh I don’t want to be a bother.”

Nishiki waved his hand, “You’re not. He’s a good buddy of mine. He gave me a key to the place. I’ll just lock up when we’re done. He leaves when he’s ready. Don’t let his polite speaking fool you, that guy does not care once he flips that sign around.”

“I can hear you, Nishikiyama.” Daisuke said from behind you where he’d been wiping down a table.

“If you’re going to eavesdrop on my conversation, at least cosign for me.” he groaned.

Daisuke chuckled, tossing his towel over his shoulder before coming to stand behind you and Nishiki’s chairs. “I’m not so sure about ‘me not caring’ once I’m closed but… I do trust Nishikiyama. So, if you need to seek refuge here until it’s safe for you to go home, I truly don’t mind.”

“Thanks.” he said sarcastically before the other man wacked him with the towel as he walked away. “The hell was that for?”

“Because I felt like it.” 

Nishiki turned his attention back to you, who’d been finishing up the last of the warm noodles. “I would’ve suggested a ramen shop I know but…”

“Honestly, Nishikiyama-san,” you said, pushing the bowl away from you. “I’m getting sort of sleepy. I’m not sure how much longer I can stay awake here.”

He turned toward the empty bar behind you, “Want me to pull those tables out and let you stretch out on the banquette back there? He’s got some blankets in the storage room.”

You twisted in your seat then pressed your palms together as you lifted your shoulders. He wasn’t sure if you realized that you’d done the same with your breasts but he wasn’t complaining.

“I’m… sorry.” you said, gritting your teeth.

“What’s up?”

“I’m not sure if I’m comfortable with that.” you said in an apologetic tone.

That was fair. 

“Okay,” he said, but he wasn’t sure how much more comfortable you’d be with his second proposition. “Then, how about I take you home once you’ve finished your food and had a bit more water?”

He watched you think it over and when it took a moment too long, he opened his mouth to offer up a taxi. He knew it’d be expensive but he’d spent far more on you. He just wasn’t sure if he trusted you running off in a car with some strange man this late at night after you’ve had this much to drink but you interrupted him.

“Okay.” you said in a small voice. 

He could feel your hesitation. He wanted to give you a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder but he considered if maybe being touched right now would be the least reassuring thing to do. Instead, he rested onto the counter as close to you as he could without entering your bubble and looked deep into your glossy eyes. 

“I promise to take you straight home, alright? No pit stops. I won’t suggest anything weird.” he said quietly, not wanting his friend to hear what was meant for your ears alone. “I meant what I said earlier.”

“About me not getting into your pants?” you said with a confused look.

He nearly spat with laughter, “What? No, about me wanting to help you unwind. You feel pretty relaxed now, right?”

You nodded and he smiled.

“Then, I guess my job here is done. Mission accomplished.” he said, patting himself down for his wallet forgetting that it was in his coat near the entrance.

“I see…” you said. “Then, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.” he said, getting out of his seat. “But you’re still slurring a bit. So, let’s wait it out a bit more. I’m gonna settle the tab. Finish up the last of your food for me, alright?”

“Alright.”

You would have never imagined in all this time after hearing such stories about the man that he was so attentive. Had you not witnessed it firsthand, you weren’t even sure you would have believed it if someone had told you since his behavior tonight was such a stark contrast to what you’d heard about him leading up to this. This wasn’t just about him making you eat bar foods and the most rancid drink you’ve ever had in your life to help you sober up. Anyone would do that, you thought. 

No one really wanted to deal with a drunk. 

It was everything following that that made your head spin and made you feel higher than whatever buzz the Hitonomi Special ever could. It was the careful way he helped you out of your seat once you were finished, the gentleness in which he slipped your jacket back onto your arms, the way he offered the muscular arm that you could feel through his coat to hang on to as you walked down the hall, to the elevator, out the door and down the sidewalk to his car. 

It was how he opened the door to his car for you and offered his hand for you to hold, then placed the other at your head out of caution to keep you from thumping yourself when you lowered inside. 

It was the way he kneeled beside you to click your seatbelt in place and when you laughed and told him that you were perfectly capable of doing it yourself, it was the soft way he smiled at you as he patted the top of your head and whispered, “I know you are.”

The drive had been mostly silent aside from you offering him directions and for good reason. While you’d enjoyed the hell out of yourself tonight, you’d been fighting a losing battle since cocktail number three and though you were pretty much sober now, it seemed the damage had already been done.

You always knew that you thought Nishikiyama was a handsome man but the more you got to know him tonight as _____, the woman and not the hostess, you had to come to terms with the fact that you’d been lying to yourself for a very, very long time. You didn’t want to be one of those girls that started to get involved with one of her customers. You didn’t see anything wrong with it– Shit happened, but you heard stories and you never wanted to be the main character of one of your own. 

Tonight, though, after feeling the rush of bonding with him on a different level, learning how much you really had in common and of course, after evil cocktail number three, you felt drawn to his mouth. You hung on to his every word. Every time you watched him take a sip of his drink and pull back to reveal wet, pink lips, you felt a pair of your own growing wetter. 

The fourth cocktail was a mistake– you hoped that you would have had enough to make you stop these salacious thoughts but instead, it seemed to have worked like an aphrodisiac and now, even after the alcohol had gone, you were still fighting with your rampant imagination. Those rumors had found their way to the forefront of your mind and the thoughts you’d forced yourself not to think about were marching about. 

Loud and proud.

You should have been ashamed of yourself. All the man had wanted was to treat you to a couple of drinks because you’d been having a rough go of it at work and here you were thinking about whether or not he was truly as talented as they say. 

“And so, was it a left or right turn here?” he asked, breaking the silent streak.

“Huh?”

“You said to turn at the intersection, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Left or right.”

“Oh, sorry.” you chuckled out nervously. “It’s right.”

“Got it.” he said, cutting the wheel to the right.

You couldn’t help but notice how big and pretty his hands were with the moonlight dancing across them. He maneuvered the steering wheel so delicately. Nishikiyama looked over at you, briefly before returning his attention to the road. 

“Falling asleep over there?”

“A little.” you lied.

“Sorry,” he laughed. “I’d tell you to rest up but I sorta need you to get there.”

“I know.” you smiled, “We’re close though. It’s just down this street and then you’re going to turn left in between the alley of those two brick buildings.”

“Yes ma’am.”

He followed your instructions and then slowed once he got in between the buildings before looking at you. 

“Uh, straight through here?” 

“No, actually you can just let me out here. I’ll walk the rest of the way.” you said, rubbing at the chill on your shins.

Nishikiyama slowed to a stop and hesitated before putting the car in park. “How long of a walk is it?” 

“Maybe a few minutes.” 

“I can’t drop you off any closer than this?” he asked. “Want me to walk with you at least?”

“It’s okay.”

He watched you carefully, his brown eyes glistening. The moon shone into the car just right, kissing the side of his face and showing off just how beautiful of a man he really was. You could see the gears in his mind working and it was as if you could see him come to the conclusion that you weren’t comfortable with him knowing where you lived before he nodded.

“I’ve got a nosy neighbor, I–”

“It’s okay. Will you be safe?” he asked.

You nodded. Gosh, why didn’t everyone talk about this side of him? It was always Nishikiyama the stud but this protectiveness was so much more attractive than whatever playboy picture everyone had been painting of him. 

“I will.” you smiled. “Oh, so hey. Will I see you at the club or were you serious about not coming anymore?”

He opened his mouth to speak but then he immediately shut it and rummaged through his armrest for a pen and paper before scribbling something down and handing it to you. 

“Call me and we’ll go from there. I want to see you again and I prefer the next time not to be at a dingy little club.”

You stared at the paper and your heart began to pound. 

“O-Okay.” you said, before slipping the paper into your purse. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Anytime.” he smiled before unclicking your seatbelt. 

While you slid your seatbelt back up, he unclicked his own then reached over your lap to open your door. Your heart began to do as it had done right before you saw him for the first time tonight, pounded so loud that you could hear it ringing in your ears. Every single thought you’d had about him tonight plagued your mind, in rapid succession.

That faint sensual scent of his cologne still hadn’t worn off after all this time. His silky hair framed his face flatteringly as he tilted his head at you, high cheekbones lifted as he bid you goodnight with nothing but a smile while leaning on the armrest separating you. He was so close and yet, your desirous body longed for him to be even closer. He wasn’t asking for it but you couldn’t fight against your thoughts any longer.

You pressed your hands to either side of his stubbly face and you could see when his eyes went wide before you slotted your lips between his. Nishikiyama’s mouth was stiff against yours. It was as if you were practicing kissing with a Nishikiyama sized doll until he chuckled against your lips as he brought his hands to your shoulders and gently peeled you away.

“____, I’m flattered, really.” he said before inhaling sharply. “But, you’re drunk.”

“Don’t.” you said. “I’m not. Not anymore.”

Nishikiyama scanned your face like he always did but this time it was clear that he was trying to make a decision. After all, he’d known you’d sobered up. He wouldn’t let you leave unless you had. He took his own bottom lip into his mouth as he stared at and traced yours with his thumb, breath growing more and more erratic by the second. His gaze darted from your eyes to your lips and from your lips back to your eyes again. His dark brows needled together and a weak moan slipped past his lips before by seizing yours.

His lips were hungry against yours. 

He kissed you as if he were desperate for it or something, if not for his track record, you might have wondered if it’d been a while but instead it seemed like something else entirely. Had it not been for the way his tongue slipped into your mouth, you might’ve continued to think about it– get to the bottom of it but instead it seemed he’d hit a mental reset button with his exploration. While your tongues tied and drool rolled down your chin, you started to notice that Nishikiyama’s tongue seemed to go on and when you sucked at it you’d confirmed what you’d begun to suspect. 

His tongue was quite long.

As if you’d both choreographed it, each of you reached a hand beneath the fabric covering the other’s chest and let out breathy chuckles against each other’s lips before continuing the passionate tongue twisting affair. While the pads of his fingers ghosted over your nipple, you slipped your hand down to snatch his tucked shirt out of his pants before snaking your own nimble fingers beneath the fabric and raked your nails along his tight abdomen. Nishikiyama let out a growl then broke from your lips to kiss wildly at your chin and along your jaw as he palmed the warm mound in his hand. 

You leaned onto the arm rest to give yourself enough leverage to repeat to him what he’d done to you: plush lips, prickly chin, sharp jaw and then you began to kiss and lick at his neck. He gasped, tilting his head back, allowing you more of him and you gleefully accepted the invitation by sucking at his bobbing Adam's apple. A long, pathetic and shaky sigh escaped his lips as he stroked your head.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” he muttered. “_____.”

He grabbed a handful of your hair, a commanding move and yet still so tender when he pulled you back to look into your eyes. “Close. The fucking. Door.”

“Ok-ay.” you managed through a gulp.

While you reached for the door, his hand had made its way to your knee and slowly began to creep up your thigh. He was slow and deliberate, wanting to give you plenty of opportunity to stop him before things escalated any further. Instead you joined him in watching as he slowly bunched the fabric beneath his thumb, even offering yourself to him by spreading your legs more so that he had no obstructions when his fingertips came to reach what you both wanted to be touched most. 

Nishiki stopped just an inch short of your womanhood. The heat emanating from you was so much warmer than the skin just below it and he fought the urge to dig in. He glanced up from your lap to meet your gaze, propositioning you with nothing but a quirked brow.

“Please.” you sighed out desperately.

Delaying you would have simply been denying himself. He lacked the discipline for that anyway. Now that you’ve placed yourself on the offering place, it would have been impolite not to graciously accept. 

A shudder rippled through him when he found that you’d completely soaked through your panties. He didn’t even need to lift them to get a gauge. You had told on yourself. 

Oh, sweet fucking girl.

He skimmed your pretty face, wondering how long you’d been sitting next to him with this viscous mess seeping through your underwear. 

Nishiki’s fingers glided over your panties with ease as he rubbed at you, taking in the lewd cacophony of arousal trapped beneath fabric– panting and moaning. Each time you’d buck into his hand, he’d feel a sliver of his sanity slip away from him.

He thought back to those nights when he’d returned home to his lonely apartment after seeing you– you in your form-fitting dresses and leg accentuating heels, looking as if someone had poured you into them. He wanted to drink you down until there was nothing left. He’d think that night after night when his hand tugged viciously at his angry cock, wet and weeping for none other than you. 

He’d imagined the melody you’d sing but his fantasies had done you a severe injustice and he almost wanted to apologize for it. 

Yeah, fantasy would never compare to the real thing. He screwed his eyes shut and mentally recorded you on cassette for him to come back to any time after tonight. He’d never allow himself to forget.

“Mm, Nishikiyama-san…” you moaned, your hand finding its way into his hair as you threw your head back into your seat. 

Every pant passing through his parted lips was contributing to his fogging windows but he couldn’t help but find himself breathless while watching you lose yourself to him. 

Finally… 

The realization stunned him into inertia. 

The location wasn’t ideal. Truly, he felt he afforded you much more dignity than this, but seeing you sprawled out in his passenger seat like a centerfold– legs and lips parted, jacket and dress strap half slung off your rising and falling shoulder with a tit exposed, he was slowly convincing himself that you were right where you belonged. 

Finally, he had you and he’s never found a better use for his car until now.

He savored every moment and if he was having one more wet dream about you, at least he wouldn’t wake up disappointed.

Hooking the soaked fabric with his thumb, he slid it over and ever so slowly slipped his middle fingers between your puffy lips. A groan came from deep within him– The situation was far more dire than he’d realized and he’d refused to believe that you were this responsive from a bit of kissing. 

Really, just how long had this nectar been seeping into your panties?

The way you’d crashed into him made him believe that all of those times you’d stare at him in the bar with far away eyes, there was something filthy swimming around behind them but he was just to blind to see it at the time. 

It pained him to think, he’d nearly let you go home in this condition.

You had a good poker face. Even after getting a little drunk. He commended you for that but it fired him up thinking of all the other times this might have happened right under his nose while he had no clue. 

He traced your slippery folds, dipping a pad into your entrance but never fully slipping inside. He didn’t care how much you whined for it.

The lewd schloping of Nishikiyama’s fingers playing around in your slick filled the air beneath your heavy breaths. He glided along your heat with a feather light touch and you ached for him to apply more pressure. Each time you’d attempt to roll into him to help yourself against his touch, he’d ease up. 

He was taunting you. 

Teasing you. 

Your nails bit into the foam on the door’s armrest as you let out a frustrated groan.

He leaned over the armrest enough to wrap his free arm around your back, nestling his face in the slope of your neck as he kissed his way up to your ear. With just a sliver of his fingerpad against your slit, you could feel your muscles pathetically contracting– begging for something, anything to fill you. 

“Not very satisfying, is it?” he whispered as he tongued the shell of your ear.

The bastard– he knew what he was doing? 

Of course he knew what he was doing. You might have made the first move but you were at his mercy now. You were like a fly caught in a spider’s web.

You shook your head.

“No?” he sang quietly against your earlobe. “Hmm, then, how should I take care of you?”

He broke away from the attention he was giving your ear to look you in the eye. The moon cast its gracious light on a man with the face of an angel but he wore the smile of the devil himself. If you have fought against your whining you might have been stunned into silence.

“Nothing?” he teased, now pinching your chin with his free hand as he lingered dangerously close to your face. “C’mon, you didn’t get this wet by being a good girl. Talk to me, sweet thing.”

You tried to lunge forward and capture his pillowy lips in another kiss, an attempt to physically communicate how badly you needed him but he dipped back, evading you then smirked at your desperation.

“Ah, ah.” he tsked, fingers circling your opening. “I want you to say it, babe.”

“Ugh.” you rolled your eyes and sighed, “Please, Nishikiyama-san. I need more.”

“Hmm~ more?” he cooed, “More of what? Pressure?”

He slid his fingers along your folds with added force, avoiding your clitoris. Still, the sensation was far more gratifying than what he’d been doing before and you're sure your cries told him that. He tilted his head back as he lifted yours, looking down his nose at you while he studied your expressions with a gaping mouth.

“Mm, better, huh?” 

You nodded.

“But is that enough to get you off?” he asked, that wicked grin spreading across his lips once more.

It wasn’t. 

He knew that it wasn’t. 

Nishikiyama, the bastard. 

The devil.

You rolled into his hand and once again, he lightly pulled away. 

“It’s not, huh?”

“No, please!” you cried. “I need them inside me.”

“That’s more like it.”

He slid his middle fingers along your pussy once again, gathering up more of your slick. This time he lazily rolled over your clit before making his way back down to your eagerly awaiting hole. 

“I guess I have been kinda cruel, huh? After all, it’s not like I can just send a pretty girl home like this.” he said, then pressed both fingers inside you to the knuckle. 

“Ah!”

“It’s bad form.”

You could feel the relief washing over your features as his fingers reached deep within you, stretching you out. He smiled before finally pulling you in for a kiss, sucking and nibbling at your lips as he slowly dragged from knuckle to tip and tip to knuckle over and over again. Your moans tumbled into his mouth. 

He’d barely given you a chance to breathe. 

His fingers reached into a part of you that you’d never been able to reach on your own. You snatched at his shirt, not knowing if you wanted him to back off of you or come closer. You couldn’t keep up. 

Your mind was in a haze.

Nishikiyama angled his fingers inside of you and the movement that followed made you jolt.

“Oh, my fucking–”

“Mmhm, there she is. Nice and honest. I like that.” he whispered, “I’ve found your spot, haven’t I?”

You sank your nails into his forearm as he hastened the pace of his fingers, “Yes!”

You were on fire. 

You felt like you were going to combust. 

You didn’t know if it was due to the heat building up inside of the car or because of the heat building up inside of you. This was all so overwhelming but exciting and equally as confusing.

There you were, legs trembling apart further and further by the second. Your body was shaking in the passenger seat of none other than Akira Nishikiyama’s car, in the still of the night just feet away from your apartment. The transition from not knowing whether or not the man even found you attractive to having him knuckles deep inside you was one that you would ruminate on for ages. 

Truly, how did you even get here?

Did you not hear yourself explaining to him the horrible shit you’d have to deal with simply because people thought this had been happening all along? Now that you really had messed around with him, you couldn’t imagine what people would say if they found out. 

Right as you felt your mind slipping, the silk ribbon that had been tied so tightly inside of you slowly began to unravel itself. 

Loop by loop. 

“Hey,” he whispered against your neck as you tossed your head back. “How about you hop in the backseat with me and let me really take care of you, hm?”

If you crawled into that backseat there would be no turning back. No more ‘nothing has ever happened’ between the two of you. Reality was beginning to set it. The moment you started to consider if perhaps you might regret this, you thought maybe you should quit now while you were ahead. But as Nishikiyama’s fingers tapped against that spot inside of you as if he was sending you a message in morse code, you knew that you were fighting a losing battle.

“Yes,” you gasped, a pleasure current surging through your body. “Yes, yes! Oh, fuck! I’m c– Nishiki–”

As beautiful as you sounded in a frenzied state, shouting his name while your pussy snugly contracted around his digits, he couldn’t have you drawing any undue attention and cutting your little party short. He did his best to silence you with another kiss, at the very least allow you to pour sobs into him. 

He wasn’t going to stop thrusting his fingers inside of you until your convulsing body settled calmly back into its seat. Until then, his job was not yet done and he was rewarded for that diligence by you arching off of your seat once more and him feeling his hand being coated in warm fluid. 

You squirted for him. 

Oh, now you were just begging him to lose his shit. 

He felt himself spilling drool against your mouth but he couldn’t help himself. He was thrilled. Finally, he’d get to satisfy his craving. He was absolutely certain you would satiate his palate. 

He’s dreamt of this. 

Once you’d calmed down, he slowed his plunging fingers, slipping them out and broke away from your lips. 

You sat there, panting– eyes fluttering in a daze as you looked around the car. At the foggy windows, at him. 

His sweet _____ was a disheveled marvel after she came, he thought, taking you in. 

A pretty little wreck and all because of him.

Absolutely stunning.

He wondered just how many people you allowed to see this side of you then felt heat rising up inside of him. Much different to the heat of passion and desire he’d been feeling just a moment ago. 

No, this was different.

Suddenly he had this desire to protect this image of you, lock it away so no other could see what he’d seen tonight ever again. To think you had the audacity to be with anyone before him– to think you not wait for him to come for you and show you a pleasure you might have never known possible– He had to make sure you knew better by the time this was over with. Akira wouldn’t let you leave until you knew that no one else would make you feel the way he could. 

He had to hypnotize you so that the only man you’d ever want would be himself. 

“Come back to me, babe.” he said, stunning you out of your euphoric daze. “Climb on back. I’ve got you.”

“Oh, okay.”

Nishiki didn’t waste too much time joining you in the back once he’d pushed both seats up to capacity, ensuring the most space possible. While kissing you passionately, he helped you out of your jacket and dress then took a moment to hang them up with his coat. When he returned to you, he recaptured your lips with the same fervor as before as he wrapped his arms around you, guiding you back until your skin kissed the cool leather. 

“Comfy?” he asked, nibbling at your jawline as he hovered over you, dark silk strands tickling your face.

You nodded.

His heart was pounding at his chest and his fingers felt like could cramp just from the anticipation as he settled himself between your legs. He’d begun to kneel onto the floor on the back driver’s side, it was a little snug but nothing could keep him from his mission right now. He stretched your legs out as far as they could go, caressing them with his gentle hands as he slipped them beneath your ass to finally remove the barrier that’d been keeping him apart from the place he’d been eager to meet face to face for longer than he cared to admit. 

The moon cast its spotlight right on your beautiful body, confirming what he’d already known to be true. You were just as breathtaking out of clothes as you were in them, if not more so. This was your most natural state after all and here you were baring it all for him. He couldn’t have been more grateful to bear witness to this sight.

“Ohh, fuck, _____.” he said, his voice deep, reverberating off the windows as he slipped his balmy hands beneath your thighs until he’d hooked them under your knees to pry your legs open further. 

His cock was leaking in his pants, absolutely sobbing with need at the sight of your glossy folds. You were perfect. Dangerously so. You were the incarnation of sin. Your pussy was the forbidden fruit and nothing in this universe could stop Akira from having a taste of it. 

He wanted to say something reassuring to you– ask you if you were ready for him but he had tunnel vision and he couldn’t contain his drool to his mouth. All he could think about was putting an end to the mystery: what did _____ taste like? 

He couldn’t help the obscene moan that came out of him when he dragged his flattened tongue along your pussy.

Fucking exquisite, mind-alteringly so. 

He knew you could never disappoint him. He wrapped his hands around your thighs and gave you a squeeze at the thought. 

Speaking of disappointment, he knew that he’d had big shoes to fill tonight. All those blabbing girls who never learned not to kiss and tell had filled your head with who knows how many lovely little fantasies. 

He never went into these things caring about protecting this arbitrary reputation. Nishiki enjoyed performing oral on women. He might’ve preferred it to penetrative sex sometimes– diving between the legs of beautiful women, tasting their most intimate of places, hearing the lovely sounds they made as they came undone by him, it gave him a high more potent than any drug. Even so, the skill came from practice rather than a desire to push himself for the sake of any one partner. 

Tonight though, he was in competition with himself. He had to outdo whatever you thought possible of him. He wouldn’t pry himself away until your brain turned to mush or you were practically begging him to stop– whichever came first.

The figure 8’s Nishikiyama made with his tongue sent shockwaves through your already spent body. He fought against your thighs, threatening to tighten around his head by digging his fingers into the meat and keeping them pried open. 

All of the prior neglect of your clitoris he’d done in the front seat, he’d begun to make up for tenfold as he made out with it. Passionately sucking and licking as if apologizing to it for not showing it such love and tenderness before. He’d alternate between that and darting his long tongue along your heat, shooting past one hole and damn near touching another. 

A pornographic sound would escape him after every other gesture and you had to wonder: just who exactly was receiving the pleasure here?

You were sensitive from the first orgasm. Your legs were becoming weaker with every nudge of his nose against your clit. Soon, you were certain you’d been more limp than the soba you were sucking down at the bar not that long ago. He was devouring you, an incubus bent on taking your soul down to hell with him, one sloppy slurp at a time– and goodness was he fucking sloppy. 

Just when you’d thought that the silky little bow had been neatly tied back up inside of you, Nishikiyama’s dancing muscle caught itself in the strands and the only way to get him out was to unravel it once again. 

You felt that same warning from before that something electrifying was coming and you were trying to scoot away but  he simply wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you closer.

“Uh-uh, babe.” he said, the words were in his throat and they vibrated against your pussy. “Don’t run from it.”

His grip was tight when he darted the point of his tongue past your slit, burying his face even deeper into your warmth. He was reminding you once again that you were but meager prey trapped in the spider’s web. The more you thrashed around, the more you got caught– the worse you’d make things for yourself.

You brushed his hair back from his face and your sticky mess that glistened over it. He was so pretty there between your legs, long eyelashes fluttering over high cheekbones as he rolled his eyes to the back of his head. It was if he’d found his own taste of euphoria in your gaping hole. He rocked your body into him, forcing you to fuck yourself on his tongue.

This was too much. It was all too fucking much.

You nearly screamed when you threw your head back into the seat.

He pulled off of you with a kiss and panted, “You’re so fucking hot, babe. You’re about to cum again already?”

“I am.”

Nishikiyama let out a clipped huff before frantically working at the buttons of his shirt. 

Tossed, then forgotten. 

The buckle of his belt and then the fasteners of his pants quickly followed. 

“_____.” he whispered, “You’re gonna make me cum too at this rate. How about we cum together?”

“Okay.” you nodded, spreading your legs wider, offering yourself on a silver platter for him to take however he’d like. 

You didn’t care. 

You’d deal with tomorrow, tomorrow.

You watched him frantically pull his dick out his pants, you couldn’t see much of it with him kneeling in front of the set but you did spot the curve that you could just taste. You were certain it’d feel glorious knocking against that same spot he’d hit within you just a bit earlier. 

You’d expected him to climb onto the seat with you, line himself up at your entrance and pound you until the car started rocking. Instead though, he spit in his hand before wrapping his fingers around his cock with a soft gasp then leaning back in return to his sloppy kisses and tongue fucking. 

Nishiki wanted so badly to time his orgasm with yours but the slightest sound you made made his dick twitch with the threat of shooting his load all over himself. In any other circumstance, the idea of getting cum stains stuck in his carpet or on his leather sounded like more of a pain than it was worth but hell, he’d planned on getting a car detail soon anyway. Why not get his money’s worth?

He had to stop touching himself more times than he could count. He didn’t put in all this work just to cum before you. He needed you back on brink, just teering over the edge like you were a moment ago. 

He wrapped both arms around you again, now reveling in the feeling of your warm skin against his. He inhaled you in though he’d pressed his face so far against you that he was nearly suffocating himself. He seesawed between assaulting your sopping passage with his incisive muscle as he’d done before or swiping at your hard clit. 

“Mm, shit, Nishikiyama-san!” you cried, grabbing at his hair, in what seemed to be a greedy attempt to pull him closer but he was already as close he could be. He couldn’t help but chuckle against you and allow you to guide him where you needed him most.

“Hm, you getting close again for me?” he managed between kisses.

You let out a whine of affirmation and his right hand immediately wrapped itself back around his twitching dick. 

When he looked up at you, you were grabbing a tit with one hand and biting into the palm of another trying desperately to silence yourself but you were doing a pathetic job at it, which meant that he was doing his well. Watching you toss your head back and all but introduce him to your neighbors with the way you nearly shouted his name was enough to bring him there ten times over. 

This night was one for the memory bank for sure.

“Come for me, babe. I’m right there with you.” he whispered before sucking at your clit. 

“Fuck!”

He could hear your toes cracking behind him, your thighs were closing around his head and he felt a sting at his scalp from the way you pulled at his hair. He matched the stroke of his member with the rock of your body against his face and finally…

Finally…

He tried his best to keep working you over with his tongue but a euphoria worked it’s way through him that made every muscle in his body fall listless as he panted and sobbed and moaned against your pussy. Warm streams of semen had shot their way up his chest, against the back of your leg and he was too lost in nirvana to care how much had found its way onto the seat and floor. Finally, Akira Nishikiyama had gotten a taste of his favorite girl in town and for once, he was the one left with mush for a brain.

He let out a long trembling sigh, savoring the pleasure like rolling a fine wine over the palate and then he crawled up to nestle himself between your legs. He hoped you didn’t mind the mess. He’d clean you up in a moment but now, he had to have one final taste of you. 

Nishiki swiped the sweat from your upper lip with his thumb, smiling at how cute your spent face was. He pinched your chin and tilted your gaze to meet his then pulled you into a long, languid kiss.

“Guess it’s not a rumor anymore, is it?”

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Spy

Of course he didn't expect to see you outside the same cafe that he enjoyed visiting, he was a perceptive man of course, but somehow you always seemed to slip right under his radar. He watches you walk in as he takes a sip of his hot cup of tea, listening intently to your order as he pretends to go back to his newspaper he had in front of him. Though it took a moment, he had to admit he did feel his heart skip as he saw your silhouette in the corner of his eye get closer to where he was seated before taking a seat in front of him, his eyes flicked up to your cheery smile in greeting as he did his best to hold back his own. "What brings you here cherie?" He asks, his cool exterior held well against your cheery attitude. "Well you would talk so highly of this place, I decided to come take a visit, though I didn't expect to see you here! I guess it's two treats in one, eh?" Following with your signature wink you'd always give him, you're attempts at flirting were always so sweet, he thought, hiding his little smile behind his cup as the waiter came with your pastry and drink.

Of course it'd be something sweet, it was fitting for your personality, he caught himself staring too long, watching as you take your initial sip before seeing your face light up with glee with the taste. Quickly averting his eyes from you as you hummed happily, pleased with your choices as the two of you make idle conversation, the comfortable atmosphere was something that seemed to always follow you anywhere you go, he appreciated the change, the constant gunfire and shouting of men was exhausting at time, but meeting you? Goodness you were a godsend to this man, giving him comfort and a drastic change from what he was so used to back at the base. You could say the two of you had gotten a bit close, maybe closer than most people would. You knew he was a secretive man, but somehow has told you about plenty of things you felt maybe someone in his line of work probably wouldn't share with just anyone. Though of course you stayed, you had to admit you started to get feelings for the man, his little smiles and how much thought he put into the time he spent with you really struck a chord whenever the two of you just so happened to meet up with one another.

Time flew fast, he hated to admit he was disappointed seeing you finish the last remnants of your pastry, although you two had spent already a few hours here together, he knew he couldn't keep you here forever. A small yawn escapes your lips, taking a look out the windows to spot the sky outside darkening with gloomy clouds, the soft patter of rain reaching your ears as you huff, realizing too late that you had forgotten to bring your umbrella with you today when you had left your home this morning. You hear someone clear their throat behind you, turning to see spy with his slight smile on his face, offering you his arm as he held a small umbrella in his other hand, the offer of walking you home was silently asked as he offers his arm to you, which you gladly loop yours through his. The warm feeling in his chest grew as he escorted you out of the establishment, arm in arm the two of you walked in the rain, the umbrella shielding the two of you from getting wet, and although the weather wasn't so chilly, you couldn't help but lean in closer against the secretive man beside you.

Demo

Of course your hangout with Demo was always a fun time at the bar. Just the two of you, sitting together swapping stories back and forth, him sharing how he blew up a whole team with a few bombs and you sharing how easily it was for you to take on the meanest heavy on the enemy team. Laughs and hard pats on the back ensued, the cheery man beside you was always so happy when you two were together, sometimes you couldn't tell if it was just because you were around or just because you were sharing a few drinks with the man himself. You took a sip of your drink in front of you, listening to how well he blew someone else up after they tried to best him at his own bomb making game. You couldn't help but laugh, bringing a smile to the drunken man's face, he knew very well that he was good at making you laugh, or at least smile for him. Demo was always happy to spend all this time with you and get to see the more relaxed side of you, as much as he loved teasing you for using such a serious face, it was always good fun to see what he could do to help you unwind.

"You shoulda seen it, this man went flying through the air!" He hiccups, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he pulls you close, causing your face to light up with a small tint of pink dusting your skin with the new sudden closeness. The light chatter continued, the bar was light with conversation though dwindling as the night continued, people coming in and out of the place though soon enough the last call bell rung, plenty of patrons grumbling as they either began to gather their bearings or getting their last glass. You stood up, the man next to you trying to be as stable as possible as he followed on his feet, giving you a nod as a sign he'd be alright when you guys head out. The door opens for you two, the heavy rain coming down around you two as you stood under the covering above the door. Demo leans against you with a sad sigh "Oh what a shame, I guess we're stuck here allll night.." His words slurred together, his weight heavy on your shoulders as you let out a small chuckle, showing off the packed away umbrella you had prepared for tonight, along with a few other necessities you had stowed away for emergencies.

The walk was full of stumbling and laughs as you two tried to hold each other up, the umbrella barely keeping you two dry from the amount of movement there was. The feeling of soreness from smiling so much with Demo was evident, but the good feeling shared between you two was something neither of you wanted to go away. Demo continued letting comments roll off his tongue, telling you how grateful he is to have met you, and how lovely you are to look at, the sincerity in his voice was enough to make anyone's heart melt no matter how cold it was. You started to follow suit with telling him how much he meant to you in return, knowing well that he wouldn't remember much of it anyway, regardless, at least getting it out felt nice. The fall of the rain, and flitting whispers and mumbles of confessions were shared, heavy and stumbling footsteps on the pavement the whole way back home.

Medic

Angry grumbles and panicked shouts filled the air as Medic ran outside in the storm. Archimedes had gotten out, somehow someway, the bird had gotten outside and man, Medic was not having it. He didn't know who had left an opening for his feathered friend, though it was big enough for the bird to at least be curious. He had forgotten his umbrella and coat, his vest and shirt drenched in rain already as he continued to call for the delicate bird, worry clearly etched in his face as he tried to find any nook or cranny that he might be in. You, of course, being the only one he trusted to actually help him search aside from Heavy, but Heavy being the slower man he is, was looking for the bird inside where Medic might've missed during his panicked search. You were peeking in a nook that was hidden in a tree nearby, not seeing even a glimpse of white feathers anywhere the more you looked. Your umbrella you held tightly in your hand was the only shield to keep you at least a little bit dry as you looked, though with how hard it was coming down, you had also begun the mission of finding the dear doctor too.

Medic on the other hand had thankfully found Archimedes hidden away safe and sound, scolding the bird for having escaped and gotten so far, he now turned and realized you weren't behind him as he thought you were. A groan escapes his lips as he realized now that he had to find you or you find him, He just hopes he can find you before it gets any darker. The bird tucks himself snugly into his owners' neck, hoping that maybe soon they'd be heading home, the sound of Medic's heavy boots hit heavy against the mud as he searches for his lost assistant. You were much easier to look for than a bird, and soon enough medic found you trying to find him in turn, he shouts out for you, seeing your head turn in shock before running to him, hugging him tightly which brings a blush to his face as he took a moment before placing a hand on your back a small smile on his face. "You dummy don't leave me like that! I didn't know where you had gone what would I have done on my own?" You fussed at him, the realization of how worried you had gotten on your own weighed on him, feeling his heart tug with your words of concern he leans down to give you a better hug, a little apology from his side could be heard as he held you. Your clothes had become soaked due to Medic leaving his umbrella back at the base, although you wanted to continue the hug, you knew well enough that you both were going to get sick if you continued to stay out here.

Hesitantly letting him go, you watch his face show slight disappointment yet understanding as you offered him your umbrella, although not as useful now as it would've been earlier, the man takes it gratefully, taking the bold move of pulling you close to him with a hand around your waist, the umbrella shielding you two from any more rain keeping the two of you together, the bird perched atop Medic's shoulders only peered at you curiously though pleased this seemed to mean that he can return to the warm indoors. The heavy doors opened for you two, a sigh of relief passed from the two of you as you both shed your soaked jackets and shoes, parting ways if only for a moment to get changed to something warmer. Your clothes changed, you were happy to finally be back inside away from the raging storm, soon to be in bed you heard a knock at the door. Confused, you came to the door, opening it to reveal a comfy looking Medic standing there, a smile on his face seeing you dry and looking warmer. "Care to join me tonight for a night of fun as thank you frau?" He asks, although knowing the answer already as he watches you nod with a matching smile, leading you along to the way towards his little date for his thank you.

[girls4keigo]

A Bird Whisperer’s Guide to Fighting Villains and Falling in Love | Hawks x Hero!Reader

Summary: Hawks needs help to defeat an upcoming hero attack in Tokyo. What better hero to ask than the one he’s been crushing on for months

Warnings: F!Reader, Hero!Reader, Fluff, Cursing

Reader plays hard to get. Reader has a nature quirk and can control natural elements and talk to animals. Reader is a popular hero

a/n: hi! this is my first post i hope you all enjoy! :)

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You sighed, trying to keep your composure while talking to a bunch of big name heroes. The fundraiser events that your agency made you go to were unbearable. Standing around for hours listening to the most mundane heroes try to impress you with their line of work. But hey, if it helps boost approval ratings I guess it’s not that bad.

For the past year you’ve slowly been climbing the ranks of the hero world. With a powerful quirk and unique fighting styles it was hard to go unnoticed. By now you were familiar with how the industry treated female heroes. It seemed as if the general public cared about anything but your hero duties.

It was all love, relationships, “Who are you dating?”, “What’s your skincare routine?”

You honestly didn’t expect any different but geez, it sure did piss you off. And now that you were in the top 3, you weren’t expecting any of it to die down. Might as well just get used to it.

You continued to chat when suddenly your ear twitched as you sensed a certain birdie approaching.

Oh God.

“Hey. Mind if I steal ya away for a little?” Hawks’ signature smirk appeared on his face as he approached you.

Hawks seemed to really be latching onto you for quite some time, well since the new hero rankings were announced. You were on your way to surpassing the number 2 hero and had gained a lot of notoriety in the past couple of months. 

He was clingy for sure, always play flirting, inviting you to lunch, showing up at your agency unannounced. It was obvious that he was just trying to get a reaction out of you. You’d be surprised if he admitted to actually having feelings for you. Well, not that you cared anyways. Your job was to save civilians, defeat villains, and do things that any other normal hero would. Love was simply not on your agenda.

Holding back a heavy sigh, you complied and stepped off to the side with Hawks.

He seemed delighted by your decision, using his feathers to fetch you a glass of champagne off of one of the caterer’s trays as you two walked over to the bar area.

“So your agency makes you come to these lame things too, huh?”

You didn’t answer, not very interested in the direction that the conversation was going in.

“You look nice.” He bit his lower lip, dragging his eyes vertically across your figure.

“Thank you.” You replied, taking a sip of your champagne.

After you both had made your way over to the bar he instructed his order to the bartender, asking you if you wanted anything and keeping the same dumb smirk on his face when you denied.

“Rarely ever see you in a color other than green. I mean, I guess it’s your entire thing but I really dig this red look you’ve got goin’ on” He mused, as he watched the bartender carefully make his drink.

He wasn’t lying. He’s been eyeing you since you walked in, you look good.

“What do you want, Hawks?” You asked, visibly annoyed.

“Damn.” He chuckled, “Small talk isn’t your thing, noted.”

You side-eyed him, getting impatient with his overly relaxed demeanor.

Catching the hint, he got straight to the point. “There’s some trouble going on in Tokyo.”

Now you were intrigued. You took another sip of your champagne, “Petty villain attacks like always, isn’t it?”

You turned towards him, he got a good look at your face before he answered.

Fucking pretty, he thought to himself.

“That’s what I thought at first but it’s getting harder to believe that as I do more digging.” He looks around before inching closer to you, trying to keep his volume to a minimum. “The League is planning something big next week. The ‘Rain of Terror’, they’re callin’ it. They’re trying to ease the amount of big attacks in the city to let our gaurds down. And frankly, I think it’s working.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “How do you know all of this?”

“I’ve got connections,” Was all he said, with a shrug.

Ok, whatever. You’ll confront him about that later. “And this ‘Rain of Terror…’ what does it entail?”

“Bombs.”

“Shit,” You muttered.

“Big ones. Huge ones, actually. I don’t know how the fuckers did it but they found a way to make these huge, bioengineered clouds that ‘rain’ bombs.”

You grew uneasy. Raining bombs? Over the entirety of Tokyo? The amount of destruction it would do to the earth, to civilians, made you panic. Hawks sensed your uneasiness but continued anyways, “I want us to team up. Your quirk would be useful with the entire controlling nature n’ weather thing.”

He loosened up from his serious expression, talking a bit louder and showing a teethy smile, “Plus I think we’d make a pretty good team. I’ve already got a plan so we’ll meet up at yours tomorrow.”

“As in my house? Why not anywhere else?” You questioned.

“Well,” He grabbed his drink and used his free hand to rub the back of his heck, “This isn’t really the typa thing we can talk about in public. Mass hysteria, panic, that type of thing. And my living situation is pretty…complicated right now.”

You felt a small tap on your shoulder, followed by the voice of your high school aged sidekick. You turned to the younger hero. “Uh..Y/N? It’s time to go. I gotta be back by 11.”

You sighed before turning back to Hawks.

“Kids and their curfews, right?” He commented.

“Fine. I’ll have my agency send you my address. Don’t come during the day.” That was the last thing you said before finishing your drink all in one quick sip and making your way to the exit. You could feel his eyes on your backside until you left the venue. And the singular scarlet feather rushing in front of you to open the car door for you was really the cherry on top.

You rolled your eyes.

“Woah.” Your sidekick mused, “He seems to really like you. You should give him a chance, he’s hot.”

You giggled at her comment, “He doesn’t really like me, y’know? He flirts with every female hero.”

—

You heard a slight tap on the window leading up to your balcony. You already sensed him flying towards you when he was about a mile away, but your bedroom? Reluctantly you walked over and opened the sliding door.

“Never heard of a front door?”

“Well that’s no fun, is it?” He said, displaying his signature smirk. You looked cute out of your hero clothes. Hair tied up and messy, and in big comfy clothes.

Adorable, he thought to himself. He walked in as if it was his own befroom, slipping off his shoes, gloves and jacket and placing them in the corner of your room.

“Make yourself comfortable I guess.” You deadpanned at him, “And we’re still going downstairs anyways.” He shrugged.

He couldn’t help but be taken aback by the layout of your room. There were plants in almost every corner, on every shelf. Vines growing on your walls, half read books strewn across your bedside table and dresser, your pet birds of all different shaped and sizes flew freely around your room, chirping every once in a while. “So you’re a bird whisperer, huh?” He said, looking around.

“I’m an animal whisperer.” You said, “That’s kind of like my entire thing.”

He let out a hearty laugh before making his way out of your room.

“Tea?” You asked, heading towards the kitchen as the winged hero made himself comfortable on your couch.

“Sure.” He picked up your remote with one his feathers, flicking through the channels.

He turned his attention to you a couple moments later as you took a seat across from him at your coffee table, setting down two mugs of green tea.

He explained his plan carefully, paying close attention to all details and pausing for any questions you might have. You had to admit, as much as an annoying asshole this guy could be, he knew what he was doing. You could tell he plans his strategies very carefully, as much as he likes to come off as lazy and laid back to the general public. He was a damn good hero. And you hated admitting it but he was right, utlizing his speed and your ability to control weather, it wouldn’t be all that hard to stop villain attacks.

Hawks also couldn’t help but admire you. You seemed attentive, always paying close attention to detail and asking a lot of questions. I mean he already knew you were good at your job, watching some of the viral videos of your fights with villains.

—

When the day finally came, it went as smoothly as planned, of course with a little bumps along the way. Still, the few civilians that were hurt only had minor injuries, and you and hawks made it so only a couple bombs hit the ground.

You, Hawks, and some other minor heroes who had joined mid-battle regrouped to talk about how to resolve the collateral damage.

“It’s not too much to be honest, I’ll have it all repaired by midni-“

“Wow! What an incredible display of courage from Hawks and Mother Nature, currently sitting at number 2 and number 3 of Japan’s Hero BillBoard Chart!” A loud reporter exclaimed, accompanied by a camera crew.

Of course.

You tried your best to ignore and keep talking to fellow heroes until a microphone was shoved in your face. The face of the reporter gleamed as she talked to you. “Tell me Mother Nature, how does it feel working with number 2 hero Hawks?” You winced at the question, but answered nevertheless.

“Hawks is a  diligent hero with a lot of experience under his belt despite being so young. It was great working with him.” You answered, forcing a smile on your face.

“There’s speculation that you two planned this together..is this true? How were you able to predict this attack? More importantly, are you two dating?” Those questions hit you like a truck.

“Um..no comment.” Was all you could answer with.

Nevertheless, the reporter persisted, “Well there has to be something going on. It’s just my opinion but you two seem perfect for each other.” She giggled at the camera, “Please! The public is dying to know!”

Before you could even muster up an answer to the reporter’s overwhelming question, a giant scarlet wing came between you and the reporter, blinding both her and the camera from your view.

“Hey. She said she doesn’t wanna talk about it. Let’s respect personal boundaries, yeah?” Hawks said in a nice but slightly defensive tone.

You blushed, looking up at him. As nice we he was trying to sound, he looked angry. And damn right he was. How dare they talk to you like you’re no more than just some D-list celebrity? You’re a fucking hero, who cares about dating speculation when you just saved Japan’s largest city? And how dare they ask questions about him when you were the one doing most of the work. He was enraged, and it was his natural instinct to protect the thing he cared for.

Before you knew it, he latched his arms around your waist, pushing you into his chest.

You were flustered. “What are you-“

“Let’s go.” Was all he said before flapping his wings, sending you guys soaring through the air.

You held on to him for dear life, damn was he fast.

Hawks smirked to himself, feeling your rapid heartbeat against his chest. You were trying your best to hide your blushing by burying your face in his neck, granted that probably made it worse because he could already tell by how hot your face was.

God, she’s adorable

As soon as you two landed on top of a building, you pushed him away as quickly as possible.

He chuckled, putting both of his hands up in defense, “You’re the one making this awkward y’know? Plus you owe me for saving your ass.”

You were angry. Was it because of the downright rude questions that the reporter asked you not too long ago, was it because you knew tabloids would be posting all about you and Hawks for the next couple of days, was it because you were..warming up to that damned bird?

And then you started. “Just so you know, this..us..is not a thing. It will never be a thing. I wish you’d just stop flirting with me all the damn time. Just move on to the next female hero. I actually don’t care what you do. Just leave me alone. I don’t understand why you have to be so clingy, it’s annoying.”

Hawks did nothing but smile, listening to you ramble.

“You know…I-“ He interjected, only to be interrupted by you.

“And geez, you’re so goddamn entitled. I owe you? I don’t owe you anything. I didn’t even need your help. You’re no different from any other guy, you’re fucking insuffer-“

Hawks shut you up with a gentle kiss on your lips.

Oh.

“You talk too much.” He said in a low whisper, before pulling on your chin to kiss you again. You kissed him back, resting your hands on his chest, completely indulging in the moment.

Fuck. Your knees were weak. As much as you wanted to keep going you pulled away, blushing furiously and refusing to make eye contact with him.

“Oh? So now you’re shy?” He chuckled, pulling you closer to him. He tried to catch your gaze but you just moved your head away from him each time.

“Someone might see us. This is bad,” You were able to muster out.

“You’re so fucking cute.” He said, making you blush even more. He continued, “I don’t flirt with you for no reason, y’know? Sure, sometimes it’s just to tease..but I think you’re amazing.”

You felt like you were melting in his arms. Unable to find the right words, you panicked. You were gone in seconds, manipulating the wind so it could carry you back home, the same stupid blush unable to leave your face.

“Call me!” He yelled.

That damn bird.

[max-the-d0g]

The missing piece - The other Blonde

Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable x Reader

Warning : Smut not with Cordelia or Wilhemina. 

A/N: I am doing a clean one without the smut. Only for this chapter though, I think. I might do it for other chapters but I don't know yet. 

italic = flashback 

Also, thank you so much for 400 followers !!! Thats so many people that follow my crap and read my shit! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! <333

Other parts parts are linked below. 

The interrupted moment  | Little moment in the library | In the office | Awkwardness at breakfast  | The other blonde | The flames | The gifts  | Candlelight | Lavender And Honey | Not A Dream | You are the missing piece

The dress you were wearing was revealing, sexy and fitting. The colour contrasted to your skin, running your hand across the fabric of the dress to flatten it down a little.You stare thoughtfully at your reflection your e/c eyes popping with the dark eye shadow shimmering against your eyelids, the dark red lipstick that paints across your lips making your lips bold. Everything fitted together. There was, however, the feeling of betrayal stirring inside you. "Come on, Y/n." You hear Mallory's muffled voice through the door. Gently shaking off the feeling, you shuffle to your heels, collecting your favourite pair and putting them on with ease.

You double-check you have everything in your little purse before you slowly make your way down the stairs. Cautiously as you were wearing heels, with each step you could hear the girls hyping each up. You observe Mallory, Zoe and Coco at the bottom of the stairs all dressed up in their respectable outfits. Zoe in her signature colour, black. Mallory wearing the same colour but a flowy dress, rather than a slim fit dress. Coco was typically wearing a designer outfit. Each of them looking absolutely gorgeous. 

In the corner of your eye, you see Wilhemina staring at you with a glare. "And where are you going?" You hear her sneer out, completing her question by hitting her cane against the floor. The spark of anger starting up inside her like a bomb, the timer still having enough minutes before she blows. A tense silence follows, frustration rushes through you, looking at the girls that have gone silent during the exchange. "We're going out, chill yourself Venny," Madison says rather maliciously. You try holding back a grin, Madison struts to you. A little sway in her step, "Go with it." You see her mouth. Not quite sure why she was saying this, maybe she knows what happened a couple of minutes ago, a hint of panic swims through you. However, you don't get to think of it for too long, you feel a tender hand against your face, you could feel the gaze of everyone in the room. She leans in a little, placing her lips at the corner of your mouth. A victorious smirk graces her lips as she hears an audible growl from behind her, "I know." Madison whispers, she moves backwards a little. This suggests she knows more than you think and make a mental note to talk to her later on.

In the distance, you identify Cordelia just behind Wilhemina. Both of them looking equally enraged. The blondes features screams exhaustion, her tired eyes merely staring at you, her eyes travel down a little to your figure. You see her eyes widen just slightly before she sees how close Madison and you were. They harden, not as harsh as Wilhemina's, however. The fierce glare from the redhead sends shivers down your spine, it is too intense to keep eye contact with her, lowering your gaze back to Madison who still wore a smirk you motioned to the door to leave. "We should go." You say. You hear Mallory questioning what just happened.

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A couple of drinks later you could feel the alcohol in your system, a little buzz rumbling inside you. You were more stable than the other girls who seemed to be drunker. The bass of the song fluctuates through your body, your heartbeat going at the same pace as the tempo. You scan the dance floor until you spot a pair of brown eyes observing you. They were warm and welcoming, but they weren't the same as Cordelia's or Wilheminas. Cordelia's eyes were a peculiar shade of brown, nut brown, a hint of golden tints when the sun shines in them, whereas, Wilhemina's were a deep brown, almost black. If you looked close enough you could see her emotions, despite her trying desperately to hide them under a stern glare, her true emotions always came through. Realising you had thought back to the two women back at the academy, you shake out of the trance and focus on the blonde-haired woman at the bar.

"That hot blonde is eyeing you." Zoe bumps into you a little, the hint of alcohol lingering in the breath, the woman motions you to her. You take steady and confident steps towards the elegant woman. "Billie Dean Howard." She husks out, you follow her tongue that peeks out to wet her lips as you take a seat next to her "Medium to the stars." She adds. You chuckle a little, a little twinkle shining through her fierce eyes. "Y/N M/N L/N" You say in the similar husky tone like hers. "A witch." You hear her mutter, she sees your eyes widen a fraction out of fear. "Don't worry, doll." Taking a drink of her glass, in the distance, you hear Madison yell something incoherent, followed by Coco yelling "shut up, bitch." You collect your thoughts a little, not knowing how she knew you were a witch. "H-how?" You utter out in disbelief. "Medium, darling."

"Close your mouth, doll, you gonna catch flies." She chuckles, licking the drops of alcohol that didn't make it into her mouth. "And I am a little offended you haven't watched my show." Billie jokes, a humourous smile gracing her rosy lips.

After a couple of drinks and a delightful conversation, you realised how close the two of you came. You could feel the expensive fabric against your exposed skin. She wasn't entirely dressed for the clubs, despite that, she still looked charming. The glimmer of lust has been building up throughout the night, wanting to forget everything that has happened in the last few weeks. The lust showing in both of your eyes, Billie's voice has been getting for low and hoarser. "Come back to mine, doll." She whispers near your ear, nipping at your earlobe, the warmth of her breath causing goosebumps to ripple across your skin. Nodding eagerly, you quickly excuse yourself to inform Zoe and text her just in case she forgets the following morning.

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Once in her house, her eyes glaze with lust, however, you see them dull a little. A frown place graces her features. "You ok, Billie?" You ask in a gentle tone.

"Nothing, doll," Billie says, a bland smile gracing her plump lips. One look to you knows you haven't fallen for her trick. "Fine. I've been infatuated with this woman for a while and a couple of days ago she told me she's engaged and I just want to forget about it with sex. So, if you're looking for something long term it would be best if you le-" You straddled her thighs. "Sh." you put a finger against her lips, silencing her. "That's good, neither am I." You whisper, you feel her lips lift into a smirk. The nimble finger against her lip is removed as both of you lean forward, lips connecting.

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Both of your clothes scatter the floor. The discarded underwear laying across carelessly on Billie's furniture. You spot a few buttons shining on the floor, and the ripped peach silk blouse. The scattered heels were hastily left at the front of the bedroom door. You hear a soft groan coming from the woman next to you, observing her for a few minutes you catch her eyelids flutter open, a hazy look glazing her eyes. They focus a little, recognition flashes through her brown eyes. "Thank you for last night, I really needed that." She looks to you, shifting a little to sit up against the headboard. Marks litter her neck and the top of her chest, a victorious smirk graces your lips. Billie catches the smirk and the way your eyes seem to glimpse the bruises, "I don't know why you are smirking, you have them too, doll." She utters out, rubbing the bruises scattering the top of her collar bone. Rolling over you check the time, 7:34 am, your eyes close for a quick second. Flashbacks of the last night flicker through your memory.

You push Billie down forceful on the bed, ripping her shirt apart, the buttons fly across the room. "I liked that shirt." She mumbles, grasping as your lips nibbles against the skin across her neck. Searching for the sensitive spot, she grasps once again. Her hips lift a little wanting some sort of contact. Your hand skimmed down her perky breast down her abdomen, you feel goosebumps rise upon her skin. Feeling the warmth of her exposed skin upon your cold fingertips. You bunch up her skirt to her hip. You feel a hand grip your jaw, her lips captures yours. The kiss was frantic and messy, you grasp her rosy cheek whilst your other hand wanders down to her cunt.

"I hoped that helped." Both of you whisper into the room. A round of chuckles erupts from deep within your chest. The sex did help you get rid of the emotion, for the time being. It promoted you to forget about the two women in the academy. It also seemed to help Billie too. You knew something was going to happen as soon as you step through the academy walls. " It did." Again both of you uttered out, leaning a little over to see Billie with her eyes close a satisfying grin on her lips.

Billies head flew back against the pillows as you sucked her clit in between your lips, sucking it gently. Your eager hand grips her waist, digging your manicured nails in when she bucks her hips into you, they leave moon marks against her pale skin. A groan comes from the woman above you, your finger joins your mouth, You tease the entrance waiting for more of her wetness. You flick your tongue through her folds; moans escape her lips constantly. "Just put them in already, Y/N." She moans out. Before she could ask again, you slam two fingers into her entrance, she gasps in a breath she unconsciously rocks against your fingers. You wrap an arm around her thighs ceasing her movement, causing the blonde to whine. Her body tenses up at the sensual pleasure that you were eliciting on her. Moans spill from her plump lips, you feel her tighten around your fingers. "Fuck, don't stop." She sputters out, looking up at her through your eyelashes watching her body react to your actions. Her back curves up coming up to her chest, your tongue flicks against her nipple. They harden at the touch, she writhed beneath you. Your thumb draws light lazy circles against her clit. Your fingers pick up some speed, moving up her chest a little to her neck you began nibbling and sucking at the soft skin of her neck. She groans loudly this time, you feel her shiver at an unexpected harsh nip. "Fuck, fuck." She says continuously.

Once in the taxi, you try to settle the little embarrassment that swims through your body. Bruises litter your neck, instead of embarrassment fulling your sense a sense of pride overtakes you. You can definitely tick of sleeping with a famous person on your list, you inwardly giggle at your own sense of humour. Leaning against the window of the car, you close your eyes. Once again scenes from last night flash before your eyes.

Billie fingertips trail across your own chest, circling the tip of her acrylics around your nipple. Your breath hitches as she nonchalantly nips at the hardened nipple with her fingers. You move your hips more frantically on her bare thigh, your wetness spreading across her thigh. Billie reached a hand down, her thumbs smoothing the radiant skin at your waist, encouraging your movement. A cry escapes your swollen lips, head tilted back as moans spew out. Your movement against Billie's thigh turned messy, there was no rhythm, you were chasing your high. Billies flexes her leg, her hands grasp your waist shifting them in some sort of rhythm. Tilting your head against the woman shoulder, giving the medium access to your neck. She began to suck harshly against it, producing her own set of marks. Your nails scraped against her bareback, red lines left in their path. Billie groans at the added sensation, you come with your mouth open and a silent scream at the tip of your tongue.

Opening them back up when you feel the car stop, looking out of the window you are blinded for a couple of seconds by the glaring sun shining down, you see the white building enclosed in tall black fences. What you don't see is two figures looking out at the parked car. Stepping out of the car, both women experience an enormous amount of anger swim through their entire bodies. They swiftly make their way to the kitchen, to wait for your arrival.

Cordelia's pent-up anger was aimed at the unknown person who caused the marks, the one who touched you. The one who was able to please you, to feel you writhing underneath them. It irritated her that it wasn't her that was the one pleasing you, the one to see you at your most vulnerable. She wasn't quite sure why she was feeling like this, you weren't hers. You didn't know the intent of her emotions for you. Or Wilhemina's emotions for you. The aim wasn't on you, whereas, Wilhemina's raw anger is aimed at you. She couldn't believe that you had purposely gone out for the night just to have some meaningless sex. Her critical thoughts weren't thinking straight, in her mind that told her lies, you were doing it out of spite. Almost as if to brutally torture her, knowing she wasn't good enough for you. You were taunting her in a fashion, you could make yourself look pretty without trying and have sex with whomever you want. The little voice inside her was telling her that she shouldn't think of you in a negative light, and she knew deep down that those thoughts weren't true, but those thoughts were overpowered by anger. The uncontrollable anger that was aimed at you. It rushed furiously through her and every single negative thing that was written critically against her four walls were being repeated in her mind, fuelling her anger even more. 

You step through the threshold, into the main part of the academy, you are strangely greeted with silence. Now back into the academy, the emotions you felt yesterday came flying back. It was overwhelming, you thought coming back after the one night stand would get rid of those overwhelming feelings, but they were still there. They were still flying loose inside you and you didn't want them.

A cold refreshing drink is what you desperately needed, you could hear a couple of muttered words coming from the far side of the kitchen. You can't quite catch who the voices belong to. Once you step through the doorway of the room your eyes make contact with Cordelia, who is also staring back at you. Whereas Wilhemina is turned around, however, you do see the tension of her back and the grip on her cane. You meet her eyes for a second before she turns back. Instead of the warmth, you have gotten to know you are greeted with anger, you momently forget about the bruises that litter your neck. "Y/N, Did someone get laid?" Madison says, strutting into the kitchen. Despite her looking a mess and a little distraught, her tone is teasing. You watch her eyes scan you, stopping just at the neck. The feeling of embarrassment rushes through you once again, you subconsciously reach up and chuckle, knowing the main source of the hostile stares from both women.

Surprisingly Madison walks to the fridge, collecting two bottles. She hooks her arm with yours, gripping it softly, jerking you to walk. In the distance, you hear two sets of heels, both hitting the ground heavy with each aggressive step. You also hear the cane hitting the ground with more force than needed, you could almost feel the force against the ground you walk upon. "Miss L/N, We need to talk." Wilhemina sneers out.

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[incognito-lionbeast]

Forgiving Wylde

// Post-series Acceleracers drabble, ft. Mark Wylde & Vert Wheeler. I want them to be friends. Though this takes place after a hypothetical 5th movie, the details are kept mostly vague since... y’know, one can only speculate. I say as if there aren’t headcanons in here already.

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    “Hey uhh… Vert, you got a minute?” Asked an imperious shadow from the doorway, arms reflexively crossed. It wasn’t on purpose, honest. Even before everything in his life went to hell, Wylde wasn’t so good with handling delicate situations – and boy was this something else. Every second lingering between him and Vert’s answer added to his desire to forget it, walk away. Way less complicated, but it wouldn’t sit right. The confusion written clear across Vert’s face didn’t sit right, neither, but such was the nature of the beast… so Wylde strode into the room, plopping himself kitty-corner from Vert on the bland Silencerz bunk, anyway.

    “Uh, hey Ma– Wylde.” Vert corrected himself. Old habit, old name. He shifted, twisting awkwardly to look somewhere just past Wylde. Out of all the guests he could have had right here and now, Vert never would’ve guessed that Mark Wylde would be among them. Sure, he’d made up with Kurt–or that was the impression Vert’s team had given him. Good for them. All it took was an arm. Yet, Vert hadn’t even gone to help rescue Wylde from the Drones. He chickened out. So, though things worked out in the end, well, not everything sat right with him, either. 

    “What’s up?”

    Too casual? Too something.

    “Mark’s fine,” Wylde mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. The signature growl in his voice was but a whispery afterthought, leaving something almost respectable. Maybe he should’ve tried for eye contact, but if Vert wasn’t really looking at him, then… eh, it was a work in progress. Words were the priority here. He hemmed, “Look uh.. been thinkin’ about it, and don’t think I ever told you what it meant when you let me on your team back then.”

    Words? Words.

    What a place to start, but he really was thinking about it.

    “Nobody never really believed in me before..” Especially not Kurt. If only for habit, Wylde wanted to say so, but Kurt wasn’t the one here. Anyway, it was beside the point–the point he was desperately trying to cling to before it evaporated along with all of his tact. Wylde stared at the wall. It was a boring wall, but maybe that made it easier to focus on. He felt Vert shifting again, a tickin’ blond time-bomb. “Anyway, point is, I’ve been a real–”

    “Jerk?” Vert finished helpfully. Wylde winced. Deserved that, but here was Vert coming for his throat already! The man took no prisoners–or so it nearly felt like–but his jab lacked even half the oomf Wylde was expecting. Nothing like Kurt. Probably better for it, honestly. Though, if Vert wasn’t a raging spitfire, then maybe this really was salvageable. Maybe he hadn’t screwed over every relationship he’d ever cared about. A warming thought.

    “Yeah,” he agreed, shaking his head with a stuttering, breathy laugh. “Somethin’ like that. I–” his face scrunched. “I shoulda known better. Should’ve at least realised Kurt’s a skank who wouldn’t have told you nothing.”

    In retrospect, it was awfully hard to betray a friend or side with the brother who’d gotten him sent to prison when you never knew that from the start. What an ass Wylde made of himself, and for what? He was mad. Hurt. Traumatised. Sure, he was all those things and more, but Vert was a better man than that–even if he was Teku. Could’ve at least tried to remember that much. It would’ve saved everyone a lot more trouble. Or at least a little bit more trouble. That was all stuck in the past, though, and Wylde could only try to move forward. First Kurt, now Vert. The person after that was anyone’s guess. Lani maybe? It couldn’t be any more awkward.

    Vert looked at him, processing. Nothing prepared him for this conversation, but what would he have done if he’d known this would happen? He couldn’t even imagine. Eventually–and it was a bit of a reach–Vert landed a soft blow to Wylde’s good shoulder. It was the best he could come up with. Effective, though. “Glad to have you back, Markie.”

    Just like that? Wylde blinked, catching sight of Vert from the corner of his eye.

    “Y’know it’s Mark, right?” Wylde said. “Markie’s some kid with divorced parents ‘n a chip on his shoulder to match. Think you’d better leave him alone. I dunno specifics, but he prob’ly bites.”

    Vert laughed. It was quiet and still a little tense, but all things considered? He was tired and forgiveness wasn’t beyond him. Wylde probably needed it more than whatever drama they could’ve dredged from the depths of this stupid, convoluted mess. Wasn’t it enough just to be here, trying? Call him easy, but Vert never really wanted to be mad at Wylde, anyway. There were a whole host of other people to be some kinda upset with instead. Things were complicated. Wylde had been a friend. He could be a friend for a second time–even if he was a Metal Maniac.

    More than that, they were both Wave Rippers.

    “Is that so? My bad.” His hand hadn’t left Wylde’s shoulder, unfolding into a supportive touch. “Well, Mark… I don’t think I ever told you that I’m glad you’re alright, and–I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help.”

    Wylde snorted. A weight lifted, and he found that he could finally face Vert for real this time. Humbled, grateful. Moving meant Vert’s gesture had to awkwardly drop off and return to his side, but never mind that. It was about time Wylde reciprocated, the force of his camaraderie pushing the blond back a solid few inches. Oops. “Eh, don’t worry about it. You ain’t the one who needed to come back for me. Hell, you probably wouldn’t’ve left in the first place. So, we’re even.”

    “Even, huh? I like the sound of that.” Genuinely. As weird as it was that Wylde was here, nearly shoving him off of the bed, Vert preferred being friends. The lesson on cooperation he’d learned during the World Race might have been muddied for a little while there, but he was remembering it again, steadily but surely. Suppose Mark was, too. Though, part of Vert wondered what spurred him to ‘think’ about it right here and now. They hadn’t even left the Silencerz’ base yet. Well, maybe he’d never know. That was fine. The machinations of Wylde’s mind were an enigma that Vert wasn’t qualified to speculate on.

    “Yeah, uh–just don’t think this means I’m switching sides or something. I’m still a Metal Maniac, no matter what my brother thinks,” Wylde clarified. That was important. As much as he might like it some to race with his brother… nahh. The Maniacs were welded. He learned that the hard way. They’d stormed the Drone headquarters to help get him back, even despite all of the trouble he’d caused. That wasn’t the sort of thing he could forget. Besides, the Teku look just wasn’t Wylde, and for lack of a half-decent personality? His image was everything. Probably.

    “I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Repositioning, Vert flashed a crooked smile, relaxing further onto the bed (lest he get shoved again). “Besides, it’s probably better this way. I’m glad you and Kurt patched things up, but… I think you deserve to blaze your own trail, Mark. You’re a great driver. Those Maniacs are lucky to have you.”

    His image was everything, but there were some things Mark just couldn’t control. So, don’t think for a second that Mark knew how to take a compliment.

    No matter how Wylde wished he could cover for it, he stared at Vert slack-jawed and scrabbling for something to say. Vert completely derailed any kind of wiseass comment he’d had in him. What’d he done to deserve this: a damn decent friend? He had to look away, pry himself away even, muttering a shockingly tame expletive under his breath–the sort that only the unruliest of suburban mothers and media censors still somehow found offensive. Vert waited. Was it something he said? Well, obviously, but watching the hyper-aggressive, tattooed spectacle of man get reduced to a fluster was certainly a sight. It was a welcome one, if Vert was being honest. 

    “Yeah, yeah… whatever. Of course I am,” Wylde eventually decided on, waving him off. Cool. Don’t you dare say anything. “You’re a real sap; you know that, Vert?”     Wait. 

    “Don’t answer that. Rhetorical.” 

    Better. 

    “Hey, I’m just being honest,” Vert defended amicably. Get used to it, Mark. They might still be rivals on the track–something Vert looked forward to the more he thought about it–but he was just calling things as he saw them. Mark Wylde was a talented driver totally in his own right, and hopefully if Kurt learned anything from all of this, then he’d do well to acknowledge that. “I might be an only child, but I do know how it is feeling like no one takes you seriously - especially family.”

    Major Wheeler, another complicated subject. Even in the heart of the Silencerz base, Vert tried not to think about him too hard. Wylde was a welcome distraction now that the thrill of racing the Accelerons began to fade. Wait, Vert suddenly realised, was that why..?

    “Y’know, I’m kicking myself for sayin’ this–” Wylde shook his head, hefting himself back onto his feet. Anything to get that sentimental focus off of him. “–Teku might be scrap, but they’re your family, too. Don’t let no one, not even me, tell you otherwise.”

    “Thanks, Mark… I’ll try to remember that.” Plus or minus the ‘scrap’ part, but that was just–it was just talk. Some things never changed. Yet, a twinge of disappointment gnawed at Vert’s expression as he watched Wylde stand and stretch. He wasn’t leaving already, was he? They hadn’t been talking that long. Though, as far as questions go, Vert’s was broadcasting loud and clear–even for someone as dense as Wylde. Frankly, he was flattered.

    “Aw, don’t go making puppy dog eyes at me, Wheeler. You can’t get rid of me that easy,” he said. “I was just about to ask you if you wanted to blow this joint. I got permission, a car, and I might’ve promised my ma ‘bout two years ago that she’d get to meet my new friends. Never did make good on that.”

    The permission wasn’t for Vert exactly, but what Vert didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. The guy needed a break–away from all this and his father. Hell, even Kurt was in on this one. For better or worse. It’d been longer since Kurt last visited their mother, but that was a Kurt problem. Just like explaining prison and a missing arm was a distinctly Markie problem. Yet, If Wylde still had sunglasses to tip slyly, they’d be glinting in the light. “You in?”

[hpalways]

The Signature || Zhongli

Yandere! Zhongli x Reader

Please make sure not romanticize toxic relationships. I do not condone this behavior whatsoever. 

AMBER eyes were stuck on you, never once leaving your form. They belonged to the Geo Archon, Zhongli, the attractive man you befriended not too long ago. His long ebony hair had left its hair tie, drooping loosely over his shoulder like a soft waterfall as he rested his hands on the surface of the desk -- the desk in which you were forced to sit at. 

In front was a long piece of parchment, handwritten by the male delicately. On it stated:

An agreement that [Y/N] will stay by Zhongli’s side forever. The signer will not speak, look, or stand near anyone other than Zhongli. The signer will be cherished, so they will also have to cherish the other party. They will enjoy their lives to the fullest, as long as they do not step out of line and make sure to follow the rules laid out to them. 

[Y/N] will never stop loving Zhongli. They will speak of topics in interest to both parties. They will drink tea and spend mora for the two of them. They will unconditionally love Zhongli. They will love Zhongli. Zhongli will love them. For an infinite amount of time. Forever and always. Always. 

They will never die. They can not die. 

DO NOT EVER DIE.

Punishment will come if they dare break the contract. The signer knows what this means. 

Signed: _____________

The hand on the pen was gripped so hard, your knuckles had turned white and it shook. Your breath was shallow; A headache began to pound. His eyes would never leave. You were his priority now. Every action was a ticking bomb -- anything could set him off easily. 

You didn’t want to fucking sign it. You knew it was a death trap, but did you have a choice? Not really. 

Zhongli noticed your torn expression, so he tilted his head with a quiet hum. “Is it that hard to sign something?” he stated coolly, his gloved hand brushing over yours. The leathered feeling sent shivers down your spine, and it took everything not to cringe away. 

“I was just… thinking,” you murmured. He raised his brows slightly, quickly interested by your words. Maybe you could buy some time and figure a plan out to leave this room unscath. Luckily enough, the God of Geo was a man who often went on tangents. “I was thinking about the first day we met. You made me pay for your tea at the teahouse.”

He nodded eagerly, stroking the bottom of his chin in thought. “Why, yes. I can remember that day as clear as the skies of Liyue. The tea made for me was quite striking. Made of violetgrass and it tasted delightfully smooth too. Then you came in and made it taste even better. You were all dirtied from battle, seeking for a nice drink to be refreshed on. It caught my attention immediately, but when you offered to pay for me, I knew you were the one.”

He described the meeting in a dreamlike tone, oblivious to the jarring reality that sank its teeth on everyone like a poisonous snake. You shouldn’t have paid for him that day; you shouldn’t have even made eye contact and spoken to him. This was the consequences to your failure of judgment. You could only now sow what you reap. 

He swerved around the desk, growing ever closer to you until he was right next to you. His warm breath hit the side of your face, the smell of soft mint wafting up your senses. “Now… let’s not get off track here. Sign this, my love. I promise you it’s not that hard.”

Dammit. He was too focused on the contract that you barely had the time to brainstorm. Nothing was coming to mind. 

Footsteps echoed throughout the office of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. You turned around in desperation, hoping it was someone who could save you from such a situation. There, stood a merchant, his hand holding advertisements to his stalls.

“Hello, I’ve come to--”

When his eyes landed on you, the figure beside you had made his move. Zhongli grabbed his polearm and with a clean swipe, beheaded the speaking man. The body-less head made a perfect, slow arc in the air before dropping to the ground with a sickening crunch. You let out a gasp, panting raspily in shock, stomach twisting within itself in nausea at the sight. What… just happened? That man just died. Oh god. Oh fucking goodness. You suddenly realized something. Help wasn’t ever going to come. No one could best Zhongli. He was a god! 

“Why did you… do that?” you choked out, gulping down the huge lump in your throat. As a pyro vision user, you had your fair share of witnessing deaths. But this was wrong. Someone innocent died for coming into this room. On account of you. He died because of you. 

“On the contract it’s stated that you cannot look at someone. Besides, he interrupted our moment.”

“I haven’t even signed the contract yet!” you cried out in hysteria. This was a nightmare. An absolute nightmare. 

“Oh,” he said, blinking in surprise. “That’s right. You haven’t. Well, this serves as a warning.”

You could never leave him. Trapped in a glass box within all corners, you were to be suffocated by his presence forever. There didn’t need to be a contract; you were already in one. He would kill your loved ones if you didn’t -- he knew of the weakness humans had, for he lived long enough to observe. He had guilt tripped, blamed you for it all, and knew that you would indeed succumb. The deaths were caused by your actions, painting you in red of a blood bath. 

The pen made its move. Ink bled into the paper, marking it as a tattoo. Indeed. This was permanent. It would continue to haunt you for the rest of your life. The writing was barely legible, pressed down so hard it became jagged like shards. 

[Y/N] [L/N] was finally written on the goddamn page. 

Gods were so selfish. They truly didn’t like to share-- whether that’d be war, the world, or the love of their life. If only you had known beforehand. 

“This is marvelous,” he exclaimed, his expression brightening up. He looked so joyous at the signature, lapping it up like a starved dog. His reaction was so unnerving, especially since the dead body was still in the room, rotting away like the corpse it was. Disgusting. Your hands and his were bloodied and he had no shame. “[Y/N]...” He raised your limp hand and kissed the back of it. “I love you. We shall be bound by this contract. Know that I will protect you, no matter the cost.”

You stayed silent. He was trying to make it romantic, but this entire thing was surreal to you. Either he was ignoring your lack of response on purpose or he did not notice. Tucking the contract away into the pockets of his brown, gorgeous coat, he eyed his hair. 

“Tie my hair, my dear. I’ve always wanted to feel your warm hands on me.”

You nodded robotically in response, getting up from your seat to reach the towering male. His cheeks flustered when your fingers weaved into his soft strands. But it was cold. They felt like weaving spider webs, ready to entrap a poor bug victim into its complex trap. That was what you were. Every second spent was eating you away, until you were nothing but dust.

[krizaland]

Hi hi! I wanna start off by saying I absolutely love your work. It’s so in character and well articulated I just-🥺 Secondly, I would like to request possibly a Dib x reader where the reader is the ‘most popular girl in Skool.’ Feel free to make Dib as stalkery and unhinged as you please :)) thanks!!

You’ve got it, amigo!

I hope you don’t mind but I made Reader gender neutral in this!

Also I got waaay too carried away so this is going to be super long.

Be warned: There are Obsessive behaviors, attempted kidnappings, violence, mentions of bombs, mentions of brainwashing, police arresting  and tasing a character, and mentions of bullying ahead!

Here’s the song I used btw

Ever since your first day back from summer vacation, you had become the center of attention!

All eyes were on you and you never walked alone.

You weren’t sure what spiked your popularity so suddenly but you sure as hell weren’t going to question it!

Nothing felt better than finally having friends to talk to as opposed to bullies to fight off.

The best part of your new found popularity was that you were finally free from Dib’s clingy clutches!

Before your rise to hi skool stardom, Dib was the bane of your existence.

Ever since you humored one of his paranormal rants, Dib refused to leave you alone!

Everywhere you turned you’d be greeted with his signature unnerving grin and a new flood of paranormal nonsense.

To make matters worse, Dib was convinced you were his ‘partner’ and would tell everyone that you were dating him.

The constant bullying aside, Dib’s delusions made it almost impossible for you to get an actual date with your crush, Zim.

Every time you even so much as looked at Zim, Dib was already trying to kill him with some crazy gadget.

The only reason Zim didn’t seem to hate you was that you were always nice to him.

Nevertheless, Hi skool was a living hell thanks to Dib’s antics!

However, once your popularity skyrocketed, it felt like the curse was lifted.

Anytime Dib even so much as breathed in your direction, he was met with an army of angry football players beating him to a pulp.

It felt so nice to finally be able to study in peace!

The only downside was that your new popular friends didn’t seem too keen on Zim.

They always found him strange long before they even met you.

You started to worry they would shun you if you even so much as says ‘hi’ to him.

As much as you loved Zim, you loved your newfound Dib-free skool life more.

However, you knew you couldn’t hide your feelings from Zim forever.

When the week of prom rolled by, your popular friend group was buzzing with gossip and excitement.

“So, Y/N! Like, Who are you going to prom with?”

The sound of Courtney’s, the group’s leader, cheerful squeals jolted you from your thoughts.

“Me? Well um...” You trailed off as you felt countless eyes bore into your forehead.

“Go on, Y/N! We’re besties! You can tell me anything!” Courtney pressed.

You started to sweat as you felt the pressure build and build.

Just as you opened your mouth to speak, something wonderful happened.

“Y/N-Human! Zim demands your attention!”

Normally you’d be melting at the sound of Zim’s voice but now your stomach felt like it was in knots.

“As you may know, the skool... prom... is right around the corner and a date is required in order to attend! From the moment I met you, you’ve proven yourself to be a trustworthy ally. Therefore, I am giving you the highest honor of being ZIM’S PROM PARTNER!!!! Now FEEL HONORED!!!” Zim sang dramatically.

For a moment, you felt like you were dreaming!

Your crush just asked you to prom! How could you refuse?!

You looked over to your bewildered friends for a moment.

On one hand you didn’t want to lose your new Dib-free skool life but on the other you just couldn’t pass up this opportunity!

With a deep breath you replied,

“Of course I’ll be your prom partner, Zim!”

Your friends gasped dramatically!

“Y/N! Don’t tell me you’re like actually gonna go to prom with that guy!” Courtney wailed.

“Well why not? I heard that...Um green skin gives you good luck on exams and stuff!” You spluttered as you rubbed the back of  your head.

Courtney narrowed her eyes for a moment before perking back up.

“O-M-G! You’re so right! I remember reading that in the latest issue of Teen Queen magazine!”

You let out a sigh of relief.

The other popular kids murmured and nodded in agreement.

It seemed that your popular friends finally approved of Zim.

However you weren’t out of the woods just yet.

For Dib had overheard the entire exchange and was fuming with rage!

How could you take a vile alien monster to prom when your partner was right within earshot?!

And why did those popular pricks seem so ok with Zim all of the sudden?!

Dib was soon convinced that Zim had somehow brainwashed both you and your popular friends!

Yeah! That had to be the reason why you’d choose Zim over him right?

“Don’t worry, Y/N! I’ll free you from Zim’s tyranny! Then we can finally be together again! Just like old times!”

“Be quiet Dib!” Gaz snapped before turning back to her GameSlave.

For the rest of the week you couldn’t help but feel like you were being watched.

At first, you tried to brush it off but the sounds of heavy breathing grew harder and harder to ignore.

Things only got more unsettling as some of your new friends were starting to disappear without warning.

Normally your new friends would either be flexing or complaining if they were going somewhere!

They would never just vanish without at least one message in the group chat!

Soon even your football body guards seemed jumpy.

Whenever you asked them what was wrong-

“The beans....so many beans.......” was all they could say.

With your body guards incapacitated, Dib finally got the courage to continue his harassment.

Every hour of every day was filled with Dib’s endless whining about you shouldn’t go to the dance with Zim because he’s an evil alien or something.

The only things stopping you from going insane were Courtney and Zim.

Despite how nervous she seemed, Courtney still tried to stay positive and would talk about the limo she was renting for prom.

Despite Dib’s constant attempts to kill him, Zim seemed perfectly fine as well.

In fact, he even gave you a communicator watch so you could call him whenever Dib started bugging you.

Just the sound of Zim’s voice was enough to soothe your nerves.

Zim was even given permission to sit at the popular kids table with you.

You often got so engrossed in conversation with Zim that you never seemed to hear the sound of soft sobbing behind you.

Things finally reached their climax on Friday.

Just as you were about to leave skool, you felt a cold hand clamp over your mouth.

“Shh....It’s just me Y/N....I just want to talk to you with out those....assholes...getting in the way..”

You shuddered as you felt Dib’s hot breath on your ears.

Before you could fight him off, Dib dragged you behind a nearby dumpster.

You could’ve sworn you heard muffled screams and banging echoing from within the dumpster.

CLICK!

Dib slapped a pair of handcuffs onto your wrists with his free hand before carefully taking his other hand off your mouth.

“Now then....if you want me to let you go, you’ll need to cooperate, Y/N.  I don’t want things to get ugly but I’ll do what I must to protect you.”

“What the hell-“

ZAP!

“Ow!!!”

“Oh! Did I forget to mention those are sound shock cuffs? You see whenever you speak above a whisper you get a little...zap! To remind you to keep your voice down!” Dib giggled as his eyes stared into your soul.

“What the hell is wrong with you?! Why do you always torment me, huh?” You hissed as you wriggled against your cuffs.

“Torment you?! I’m not Tormenting you! I’m trying to save you! I know Zim probably brainwashed you or something! Why else would you choose to go to dance with him over me, your one true love?” Dib ranted dramatically as he gestured to himself.

“You are not my one true-“

“Come to think if it, Zim might be the reason why those beef brained football players kept attacking me! It’s obvious he’s trying to separate us! I’m guessing it’s because he wants us isolated so he can turn us against each other! I’ve already installed a metal plate in my head so I’m safe from all forms of alien mind control!  I’m just upset that he got to you before I could instal a plate in your head too!” Dib continued to rant, his voice sounding more unhinged with each word.

“What are you going on about? Zim isn’t-“

“But don’t worry, Y/N! I can set you free! Come back to my house with me! I can use my dads lab to purge your mind from whatever Zim did to you! Then I can install a metal plate in your head too! That way this will never ever happen again!” Dib declared as he held your cuffed hands.

“What?! No!-“

ZAP!

“Oww......”

“C’mon, Y/N! I know you’re still in there! Please don’t make me make you come with me by force!” Dib pleaded, a few tears forming in his eyes.

You were on the verge of tears yourself before an idea graced your mind.

“Fine. I’ll go with you. But I need to go back inside because I...forgot something in my locker!”

Dib let out a hum as his eyes narrowed.

“Alright then! I’ll walk you inside!”

Before you could protest, Dib linked his arms with yours and dragged you back to skool.

By the time you made it to your locker, you gave Dib the sweetest look you could muster.

“Hey, would you mind removing these cuffs? I need my hands free to open my locker.”

Dib felt his shriveled heart flutter a bit at your voice.

“Oh of course.”

CLICK!

“Thank you kindly..”

With your hands finally free, you opened your locker and-

SLAM!

-Slammed the door right into Dib’s face.

Wasting no time, you bolted towards the back exit and ran as fast as you could.

You darted out of skool and rushed into your local park.

You swerved and slithered, making it as difficult as possible to be followed.

Once you were certain Dib hadn’t followed you, you ran home and locked every door and window.

As Saturday rolled around, all seemed calm and quiet.

You decided to start getting ready for prom go calm your nerves.

You pulled out the prom outfit that Courtney had helped you pick out and smiled.

You had to admit, she had great taste!

You couldn’t help but giggle as you put your fancy new clothes on.

You looked fabulous to say the least!

You were so busy getting ready for prom that you had forgotten to charge your phone!

You decided not to worry about it. After all, it wasn’t like you needed your phone to dance with Zim.

Once you were finally ready-

HONK! HONK!

The sound of a loud limo honk encouraged you to come outside.

You locked the door behind you as you climbed into the limo.

“Haay! Bestie!! You look so fab!” Courtney cheered as she patted a seat next to her.

“Well I had a great shopping buddy!” You chuckled as you sat down.

“Oh you! Selfie time!” Courtney chirped as she pulled out her phone and snapped a picture.

You opened your mouth to speak but you were interrupted by Zim clearing his throat.

A few beads of pink sweat dripped down his temples as he stared at you in awe.

Never had he seen such a captivating human!

You were more stunning than ever!

Zim practically felt like he was in the presence of royalty as he shakily spoke,

“G-Greetings Y/N human! You are....so....stunning- I mean! You look good! Yes you look very good! A worthy prom date for Zim!”

You couldn’t help but giggle as you scooted closer to Zim.

“Why thank you sir!”

Soon the limo begun to drive to prom!

However, just as the limo got closer to skool, you noticed something running towards the window.

You let out a yelp as it drew closer.

“Y/N? You good?” Courtney asked sympathetically.

“N-no! Dib! Dib is chasing us!”  Was all you could stutter as you pointed to the window.

“What? Y/N don’t be silly he can’t be- EEK! STEPHAN STEP ON IT! THERE’S A CREEP ON THE LOOSE!” Courtney shrieked as she saw Dib charging for the limo.

Unfortunately, Stephan wasn’t fast enough.

THUMP!

Dib latched on to the back of the limo and pressed his face against the window.

You, Courtney, and Zim screamed as you all clung to each other for dear life.

SMASH!!

Dib shattered the window and grabbed you by the legs.

You kicked and thrashed about as Zim and Courtney struggled to pry you free.

However neither of them were strong enough.

POP!

Dib yanked you away from your friends, scooped you up, and took off running.

“EEEEEEEK!! THAT CREEP HAS Y/N! STEPHAN! AFTER HIM!” Courtney commanded as she pointed to the shattered window.

Meanwhile you thrashed against Dib’s iron grip.

“Stop struggling, Y/N! Cant you see I’m doing this for your own- OW!”

WHAP!

You managed to punch Dib in the face, causing him to drop you.

PLOP!

You fell onto your rump but you quickly sprung to your feet and ran as fast as they could take you.

You felt the adrenaline charging through your veins as you could feel Dib catching up to you.

You darted through the park and took every winding path you could find.

Your legs burned and your breathing grew shorter but your adrenaline rush kept you going.

“Run! Run! Run! Gotta get away! Gotta get away!”

Was all you could think as you kept on running.

Eventually, you made it to skool!

Dib seemed to have faded away but you knew you weren’t out of the woods yet.

You burst into the skool and zipped down the halls.

You could hear Dib’s heavy breathing start to catch up to you as you frantically searched for a place to hide.

Your legs started to wobble as the adrenaline rush was slowly wearing off.

Just as you thought your body was about to give out, you spotted it,

“The janitor’s closet!”  

Wasting no time, you burst through the door and locked yourself inside.

Your legs finally gave out, causing you to slide down to your rump.

You took a moment to catch your breath and slow your heartbeat.

You knew you weren’t completely safe but at least you had a place to rest.

Just as you were finally about to relax-

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

“Oh Y/N~ I know you’re in there!” Dib sang as he pounded on the door.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

“All is forgiven, baby! Come on out of there! You’re my date to prom tonight!”

You broke into a cold sweat as you frantically pulled out your phone.

10%

You screamed internally. Oh how you wished you had remembered to charge your phone!

“You chucked me out like was trash for that you should be dead! But, but, but! Then it hit me like a flash! What if hi skool went away instead?!”

Sweat poured down your face as you frantically tried to think of a way out.

“Those assholes are the key! They’re keeping you away from me! They made you blind! Messed up your mind! But I can set you free!” Dib imagined himself crushing Zim and your popular friends in his palm.

“You left me and I fell apart and cried BAM! BAM! BAM!” Dib banged on the door as he sang.

You jumped as you felt the door shake with each punch.

“Then I found you stole my heart and set loose all that truthful shit inside! And so I built a bomb! Tonight our school is Vietnam! Let’s guarantee they never see the rest of prom!” Dib was practically cackling as he held up a silver remote with a big red button.

You held back a gasp as you coveted your mouth.

“I was meant to be yours. We were meant to be one. Don’t give up on me now! Finish what we’ve begun! I was meant to be yours!”  Dib’s voice softened.  

For a moment Dib almost sounded romantic, however he quickly reverted back to his unhinged self.

“So when the hi skool gym goes BOOM! With everyone inside! Pew! Pew! Pew!” -Dib pretended to fire his finger guns into the air- “In the rubble of their tomb, we’ll plant this note explaining why they died!”

Dib cleared his throat as he pulled out a tattered piece of paper.

“We, the students of this skool, were fools. We closed our eyes and ears to the truth. There was an alien who turned us into slaves to his evil empire. Now we’ve expired, Signed the students of this skool! Goodbye!”

You felt sick to your stomach as Dib continued,

“We’ll watch the smoke pour out the doors! I brought marshmallows, we’ll make s’mores! We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars!” Dib hugged himself fir a moment before raising his hands to the sky.

“I was meant to be yours! We were meant to be one! I cant make it alone! Finish what we’ve begun!” Dib dramatically pressed his body against the door.

You felt the door shake as you clutched the sides of your head.

Luckily, you noticed the communicator watch Zim gave you.

Wasting no time you pressed the emergency call button.

“Y/N! You’re ok!” Zim cheered as he answered the call.

“Yes but I won’t be for much longer if you don’t keep your voice down.” You hissed as you gestured for Zim to lower his voice.

“Oh sorry,” Zim lowered his voice, “Can you tell me where you are?”

“I’m trapped in the skool janitors closet.”

“Say no more. I’m on my way.”

“Zim be care- ful” your voice trailed off as Zim cut the call.

Luckily, Dib was too caught up in his twisted musical number to overhear your call.

“You were meant to be mine! I am all that you need! You carved open my heart! You can’t just leave me to bleed!”

Dib put his hands over his chest before screaming out,

“Y/N! Open the-! Open the door please! Y/N! Open the door!”

You felt your heart pound in your chest as Dib continued,

“Y/N! Can we not fight anymore please? Can we not fight anymore?! Y/N I know you’re scared I’ve been there! I can set you free! Y/N Don’t make me come in there! I’m gonna count to three! One...”

You let out a gasp as you held back the urge to cry.

“Two... Fuck it!”

CRASH!

SMASH!!

Dib kicked down the door only to gasp in horror.

Zim and GIR had already came to your rescue!

“Quick, Y/N! Ride the dog!”

You didn’t need to be told twice! You were about to hop onto GIR’S back but a cold hand pulled you back.

“HELL NO! Y/N isn’t going anywhere with you! In case you haven’t heard, Y/N is my date to prom and my partner. Not yours! I won’t let you control them any longer! I’m going to save them-ACK!”

SMACK!

In the blink of an eye, your hand collided with Dib’s cheek as you finally freed it from his grip.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, DIB!”

Dib let out a horrified gasp as he rubbed his sore cheek.

“I am so, so, so so done with your shit. All I ever did was have one conversation with you! Just one! Tell me Dib....How the hell does having one, single, measly conversation with you, make me your partner?” Your voice was sickly sweet but the flames of rage twinkled in your eyes.

“I-uh- well...You were interested so I assumed-“

“You assumed what?! That I was madly in love with you?!”

“Um...Yes?” Dib’s voice shrank as he backed away a bit.

Your left eye twitched as you grabbed Dib by the collar-

“Listen up, creep because I’m only gonna say this once. The only reason I chose to talk to you was because I was just trying to be polite. I never, never never ever had any romantic feelings for you whatsoever! You have made my life a living hell for years! I’m so fucking tired of your crazy ass rants and creepy stalking!”

Your eyes practically burned a hole through Dib’s soul as you continued,

“Get this through your big, thick, skull: I. Am. Not. Your. Partner! I will never be your partner! You’re nothing more than a delusional creep! Leave me, my friends, Zim, and this skool alone or I’m gonna.....I’m gonna do something!”

Dib’s lower lip quivered for a moment before morphing into a massive, terrifying grin.

Your eyes widened in shock as Dib started to giggle.

His giggle grew into a chuckle and the chuckle grew and grew until Dib burst into full on maniacal laughter.

“W-What’s so funny?!”

“You are, silly! I gotta admit, you really had me going there! For a minute I thought you actually meant all of that terrible stuff!” Dib wheezed as he gently caressed your hand.

“Are you kidding me?! I knew you were crazy but I didn’t think you were this stupid! I meant every fucking word, Dib! Every. Single. One” You growled as you slapped away his hand.

Dib simply burst into another fit of maniacal laughter.

“Ugh. You know what? Fuck this.”

THUMP!

You dropped Dib to the ground.

“You’re obviously too delusional to get the message.”

“Indeed. This is getting sad, Dib. Come Y/N! Let us leave this sad worm baby to his sad Y/N-less existence!” Zim agreed as he gestured for you to follow him.

However, you stayed put.

“As much as I would love to leave, Dib mentioned he built a bomb and-“

“EH?! THE DIB-MONKEY BUILT A BOMB?!”

“Yes! And he’s planning on using it tonight at prom-“

“WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ZIM THIS SOONER?!  GIR! GET Y/N TO SAFTEY!! QUICKLY!!”

“YAY! SAFTEY!” GIR sang as he threw you onto his back.

“Zim! Don’t try to fight him your-Seeeelf!!!”

Your voice faded into the distance as GIR took off as fast as his rocket boosters could allow.

Dib’s maniacal laughing fit screeched to a halt as he watched GIR carry you off.

“No....Y/N....” Dib sunk to his knees and started to sob,

“Please don’t leave me alone...you were all I could trust....I can’t do this alone....”

Dib suddenly rose to his feet and shot Zim a fiery glare

“But I will if I must!”

With a loud war cry, Dib pounced onto Zim.

Meanwhile, you were panicking as GIR carried you off.

“GIR! You have to take me back! I need to defuse that bomb before it goes off!”

“I don’t wanna!” GIR whined.

You sighed and rubbed your temples.

“I’ll buy you a burrito if you bring me back to skool.”

“Oooh a giant burrito?”

“Yes, a giant burrito but you have to take me back to skooooool”

Within seconds GIR smashed back into skool.

CRASH!!

“Thanks GIR!”

And with that, you zipped inside and frantically began your search fir Dib’s bomb, with GIR trailing behind you.

Meanwhile-

WHUMP!

Dib pinned Zim to the ground and snarled,

“You will pay for taking Y/N away from me!”

WHAP!

“FOOL! Y/N was never yours to begin with!” Zim growled as he pushed Dib off of him.

THUMP!

Dib tumbled backwards onto his rump.

“Y/N has always despised your big, disgusting head! If anything, Y/N belongs to me, Zim! Not you-ACK!”

POW!

Dib’s fist slammed into Zim’s face, sending the poor alien flying out of the janitor’s closet.

“You take that back, space monster!”

Dib’s voice was ice cold as he loomed over Zim.

“Never!”

WHAM!

Zim kicked Dib right in the crotch as he sprung to his feet.

Dib let out a pathetic squeak as he doubled over in pain.

Zim let out a maniacal laugh as his PAK legs lifted him over Dib.

“Pitiful stink creature! Did you really think you would succeed in running Y/N’s precious life? Did you honestly think that I would even allow you anywhere near my beloved Y/N after all the trouble you’ve caused them?! I didn’t spend all summer turning those popular drones into Y/N’s body guards just for you to ruin it all with your horrible Dib-filth!”

Dib’s eyes nearly burst out of his glasses,

“You... You actually brainwashed the popular kids into being friends with Y/N?”

“Well not all of them. That Courtney human really seems to enjoy Y/N’s company so I left her alone.” Zim admitted casually.

“I was right! You were brainwashing the popular kids! I bet you brainwashed Y/N too didn’t you?!” Dib roared as he snapped a finger in Zim’s direction.

“Eh?! I would never do such a horrible thing to Y/N! I only brainwashed those popular drones so that they would protect Y/N from your disgusting Dib-filth! I can assure you that Y/N’s feelings for me are genuine. After all, who wouldn’t want to be Zim’s prom date?!” Zim giggled as he gestured to himself.

“YOU’RE LYING!” Dib roared as he lunged at Zim.

“Hey! You dare use one of Zim’s own lines- AUGH!”

BOOM!

Zim dove out of the way just in time for Dib’s face to kiss the wall behind him.

“Face it, Dib-monkey! Y/N is finally happy and I am not going to let you take that happiness away from them ever again! Now prepare to face your doom!” Zim growled as he towered over Dib.

Dib peeled himself off the wall and shook himself back to reality.

He then cracked a deranged smile and let out a crazed giggle.

His giggle grew and grew until Dib burst out in full maniacal laughter.

“Eh?! What are you laughing about?! You do realize you’re about to face your doom right?!” Zim snapped as he tilted his head in confusion.

“Oh I’m not gonna face any doom, Zim. The only ones about to face their doom are the students of this skool,” Dib’s voice quivered as he spoke.

“Eh?!”

“You see, I’ve realized that everyone at this skool is under your control! That’s why they never heed my warnings! That’s why they never believed me! It was all because of you. I don’t know what you did to them but whatever it was, it’s much too powerful for me to free them from it’s clutches! I can’t risk your infection reaching any more innocent people! So I have to destroy the infected! It’s the only way to prevent whatever you’ve done from getting any worse!” Dib rambled.

“Insolent fool boy! I only brainwashed the popular drones! The rest of this filthy skool is of no interest to Zim!”

“Oh good! Then I guess you won’t mind watching everyone explode into a bean-filled Armageddon!” Dib cackled as he pulled out his remote.

“Bean-filled Armageddon? What does any of this have to do with beans?”

“What’s the matter? Scared of B E A N S? Space boy?” Dib taunted, flashing his many many teeth.

“Scared?! Ridiculous! I just want to know what beans have to do with any of this!”

Zim knew that was a bit of a lie. He was kinda scared of what Dib planned to do with beans.

“You see, Zim. Since prom was taking place in the gym, I decided to set things up in the cafeteria. But I needed to be as discreet as possible. So I built a specialized burrito bomb! Once I push this button, every body and everything will succumb to a beany demise!

Oh, and don’t worry Zim, I know how much you love the idea of destroying humans. So I’m going to give you allll the credit!” Another crazed giggle escaped Dib’s throat as he gestured to his remote.

“No! The only one allowed to destroy any filthy humans is me, Zim! Not you! You’re so called ‘credit’ means nothing to Zim! Nothing!! So you can keep your pitiful credit and shove it up your-“

BEEP!

“Oopsie! Looks like my finger slipped!” Dib sang with another giggle, “I suppose I should thank you for having Y/N taken away from me. Sure I’d rather them be here to witness the carnage but at least I know they’ll be at a safe distance!”

However, nothing could’ve been further from the truth!

For you started to hear the sounds of a clock counting down.

“Oh no! It’s already starting!” You yelped as you followed the beeping countdown.

It didn’t take you long to find the sound coming from the cafeteria.

The moment you ran inside, you gasped in horror.

There, in the center of the cafeteria was a massive burrito!

The burrito had a countdown clock that seemed to be going faster by the second.

“Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! How am I gonna defuse this thing?!” You whimpered as you clutched the sides of your head.

In that moment, GIR’s eyes lit up.

“GIAAANT BURRRITO!!!!!!!!!”

Before you could stop him, GIR pounced onto the burrito and greedily devoured it, bomb and all.

“You better start running, Zim! My bomb will go off any second now-“

“BURRRRRP!!!”

“Huh?! What was that?!” Zim yelped.

“I don’t but I think it came from the cafeteria!” Dib cried out.

Before Zim could react, Dib zipped towards the cafeteria.

Dib burst into the cafeteria and let out a terrified screech.

In place of his burrito bomb was an extremely full GIR!

“What did you do to my burrito?!”

“I ate it all up!” GIR giggled with a hiccup.

“Game over, Dib! GIR ate your stupid burrito bomb thing! Now no one’s going to die tonight!” You announced triumphantly.

“Y-Y/N?! But how- Why- ACK!”

Zim shoved Dib aside and rushed to your side.

“Y/N-human! What are you doing back here?! Do you have any idea how much danger you put yourself in?!”

“I know it was risky but I couldn’t just let Dib blow everyone up! I had to try to diffuse the bomb! But it looks like GIR beat me to it,” You let out a half hearted chuckle as you gestured to the massively full GIR in the center of the cafeteria.

“Huh. So he did....Um... Good job GIR! Just as we planned!” Zim lied as he gave GIR a thumbs up.

You playfully shook your head but decided to let Zim have his victory.

“No....No...NOOOOOOO!!!!! THIS WASN’T HOW TONIGHT WAS SUPPOSED TO GO! I WAS GOING TO DESTROY THE SKOOL AND SAVE Y/N! BUT YOU HAD TO RUIN IT WITH YOUR STUPID ROBOT!” Dib shrieked as he started to foam at the mouth.

Just as Dib was about to attack Zim-

“There he is, officer! There’s the creep that kidnapped my friend!” Courtney announced as she pointed to Dib.

Before Dib could react, he found himself in cuffs with the police officer restraining him.

“Dib Membrane, you are under arrest for kidnapping and just being a creep!” The officer growled as he kept restraining Dib.

“You don’t understand! I was trying to save Y/N! And the rest of the world too!” Dib wailed as he thrashed against the officer.

“Tell it to the judge.” The officer grunted as he dragged Dib out of the cafeteria.

“This isn’t over! Once I’m free, I’ll make you pay Zim! You won’t get away with your reign if AAAAAA!”

ZAP!

The officer jammed his taser into Dib’s side as he continued to drag him away.

“Y/N! O-M-G! Are you ok?! Please tell me that creep didn’t like hurt you or anything!” Courtney sobbed as she pulled you into a tight hug.

“Don’t worry, Courtney I’m fine. I’m fine.” You reassured as you returned the hug.

“Oh thank god! I was like so worried! I almost ruined my make up!” Courtney whimpered as she released you.

“Don’t worry Courtney-human. I had rescued Y/N from the horrible Dib-Beast! I will ensure this never happens again! Never again!” Zim announced as he pointed to the ceiling.

“Oh thank you so so so so so so sooooooo much Zim! You know, I used to think you were like so weird but now, now I think you’re super cool! Thanks for saving my bestie!” Courtney squealed as she shook Zim’s hand.

“Yes, yes, Zim is a hero now release my hand.” Zim grunted.

Courtney did as she was told and turned back to you.

“Well now that all that crazy stuff is over, we better like get to prom now!”

“Right! You go ahead, Zim and I will catch up!” You insisted as you gave Zim a warm look.

“Okie doki! But don’t be too long!”

And with that, Courtney trotted off to the gym.

You turned to face Zim and gently caressed his face.

“Zim, I really can’t thank you enough for saving me.”

Zim let out a dopey giggle as he leaned into your touch.

“Allow me to express my gratitude,”

You gently pulled Zim into a passionate kiss.

Zims eyes widened before melting into the kiss.

In that moment, all memories of Dib seemed to fade away as the moonlight shown down upon you and Zim like a spotlight.

Eventually both you and Zim had to part for air.

“You’re my hero, Zim.”

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