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knullanon · 3 years ago

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invincible bullshit that i came up with 10 days ago i just forgot about it

ngaoevnbiaebiw its here @anxiousnerdwritings i hope you like it i got inspired by you to write this

words: 2196

warnings: past arguing, MAJOR SPOILERS FOR ENTIRE SEASON 1, shooting, arguing, past manipulation

“Reports of who killed the Guardians of the globe are starting to surface, with our agents finding out about the supposed killer: we know they spared Omni-Man, killed the rest of the members, and then fled. We also know they are not from earth. Lots of people have speculated that Omni-Man is the one behind these killings, however, the government has ruled out that being a possibility, since there was no evidence of Omni-Man doing these actions. More at 7 tonight on-”

The program stopped playing as you saw a contact appear on the top of the screen, and reading it, you immediately perked up.

Swiping on the green button, you happily said, “Hey, Dad! What’cha need?”

You heard a chuckle from the other end, before he said, “Hey kiddo, how you holding up?”

“Nothing much going on here, you good over there?”

“Yup, mostly everything is fine. You know my work, they always have something for me to do.”

“Hopefully that clears up soon.”

“Yeah, hey, listen, where are you right now?”

Ugh, not this again. Your mood slightly dropped as you remembered a few years ago, when you first met Cecil. He wasn’t as good as he is now, and he would always be asking where you would be. Even in school. However, that was all in the past, since you were older, he now knew that you were responsible enough to do things on your own. At least, that’s what he wanted you to believe.

“Uh, well, I was just gonna go hang out with some friends and then go back home. Why?”

“Ok, listen to me very carefully: one of my guys is gonna pick you up near Bridgetown, ok? You’re gonna get a bracelet from them and then I’ll explain the rest here.”

What the fuck? “Oh, um, ok, when will they be there?”

“About 5 minutes. Be there soon, love you, bye.”

He hung up the phone quickly, which was extremely rare, even for him, since he would never show his love to you out publicly and you would feel weird if he even did. However, on the phone or in private he was a completely different person, having a great personality and he was an even better dad.

Well, he did say to hurry up, and 5 minutes. You checked the time and when you saw it was near 1. You strided your way towards the street he told you to meet on, and cheerfully thought of the ways to hang out with your friends after whatever he wanted to do. Maybe you could go to the mall? Maybe the food court? You’ve been meaning to try those damn milkshakes at that new bar everyone is talking about, but it was always so crowded. You never liked crowded places in the first place.

Suddenly, your phone rang again. This time, when you checked, it was your dad again. Strange. It was weird for him to call you twice in a row. He usually got to the point within a few sentences.

Picking up the phone, you said, “Hey dad-”

“________, listen to me. Get to someplace safe now. Get out of the road. Get out of the public. I don't care if you have to go inside someone else’s house, just get out of sight.”

Stopping in the middle of the road you let out some surprised stutters. “Wh- Dad, what are you talking about?”

“_______, please, just listen to me when I say this, you are in danger and you need to get out of there.”

“Why? What’s happening?”

You were shuffling around trying to find a good place to “hide” while your dad went into complete panic mode in his voice. “_______, find a place to hide, and whatever you do, get out of open space.”

You heard him speak to someone off the phone, before he cursed out loud. “I have to call you back, but someone will be there, wherever you are, ok? I… I love you.”

Before you could answer him, he hung up the phone. Anxiety was the only thing you could feel, as you looked around the desolate neighborhood. There was a reason why you chose this area over others: it was quiet and small. Not only that, but the only people who walked this way were people who were not fond of bigger crowds. In fact, you haven’t seen anyone go this way for a long time. You always wondered why, since it was the perfect way to get robbed. Of course, that would never happen, especially with all those lessons from your dad about self defense.

The street you were on had walls surrounding the sidewalk to prevent people from going into people's backyards, probably. They were too high up to climb, and they were concrete, so it wouldn’t be easy to just hop over and call it a day.

However, you were almost at the end of the street, and you knew there was a little patch of bushes and leaves that would provide the perfect cover. They were almost as tall as your dad, which always made you wonder who was watering them to be that big.

Pacing quickly towards the end of the street, and seeing no one in sight made you let out a sigh of relief. Either dad was overeating or something bad was happening, and you don’t know which would be worse. When Cec- dad overrated, it always got messy, no matter what it was about.

“Why were you out so long? I was about to send a team after you-”

“Cecil, it’s fine, I just had to talk to my-”

“Don’t call me Cecil, and don’t try to make excuses, tell me who you were with right now or I swear to god-”

You forgot the memory almost as soon as it came up, instead choosing to focus on getting to the brush where you could hide until C- Dad came to pick you up. Wherever he was. Actually, did he give you a time that he would be there?

You got a weird feeling that made you sprint towards the bushes and dive in, like there was someone behind you. You ignored it and forced your way on all fours, ignoring the cuts and scratches you were getting on your arms and legs.

There was almost a whooshing sound above you, and you wondered if your dad sent a fucking jet to get you. But that thought left your mind when you heard it right next to you, along with the sound of someone making a harsh landing onto the street. You were able to hear the little bits and pieces of concrete fly off the ground to hit the ground again.

You stayed completely still, leaning on your arms while your body was facing the street. You heard something shuffle, like moving fabric around, before a familiar voice hit your ears.

“Who’s there?” they- he said, and you were about to cry out of relief when you heard it. “Omni-Man?”

~~~~~

“Cecil, why do you think Nolan would go after ________?”

“Why wouldn’t he?” Cecil didn’t look at Debbie, instead focusing on the map in front of him, wondering where Mark could’ve been.

“What reason would he have to go after them? I just- he wouldn’t just attack a child, would he?”

Cecil felt his head start to hurt. Goddamnit, why did Nolan want to go after you? You had nothing to do with anything, besides being Cecil’s daughter. … is that why he was after you? Just because you were related to Cecil?

No, Nolan wasn’t stupid. He knew you weren’t his biological daughter, Nolan knew Cecil took you from somewhere.

He probably thought you were just someone that he got for fun, which was the furthest from the truth. Cecil didn’t-

“Sir, we’ve found Mark Grayson, along with your daughter, not at the same locations, but-”

“Where is she?” Cecil didn’t try to hide his worry in his voice. It didn’t exactly help when the agent said, in a monotone voice, “She's with Omni-Man, sir.”

~~~~~

“________? What are you doing here?”

Peeking out from the bush, you saw Omni-Man walk up towards you and hold out his hand. You graciously took it, and helped yourself up. Even when you were standing at your full height, Omni-Man was way taller than you. Like, way taller. He could beat your dad within an inch of his life even with all of that combat stuff he learned over the years.

Of course he could, he’s Omni-Man dumbass. Ignoring the thought, you answered, “I’m, uh, busy.”

You saw him give a small smile. “You’re busy hiding in the bushes?”

“Yes.” you cursed internally for answering that so quickly like an idiot. You weren’t expecting him to let out a laugh. He continued while you stood there, confused as all hell.

Finally, he said, “You know, you’re a terrible liar.” You laughed along with him for a moment, before saying, “Yeah, I know.”

His face suddenly darkened, before he said, “So, why are you out here?”

The laughter in the air was gone now, only replaced by crushing silence as he waited for your answer. You felt yourself shrink under his scrutinizing gaze. He looked like he was judging you for just standing there. Well, he could’ve also been judging you because you were in a bush just 10 seconds earlier. After a few more seconds, you broke.

“C- Dad said to hide somewhere.”

“Aren’t you too old to be playing those games?”

“Yeah, I am, but apparently someone was gonna come and get me. He just said to get out of open space.”

You heard him mutter something under his breath, before he scratched the back of his head.

“Well, I can see why he would want that.”

“Really? Why?”

“A mob boss named Machine Head.” When you gave him a confused look, he elaborated, “Machine head was a guy who took down the new Guardians of the Globe along with… Mark. They thought they got him, but unfortunately they weren’t able to kill him.”

“How does that have anything with me?”

“... You’re Cecil’s daughter. Cecil was the one who found out about Machine Head. And took him down. Machine Head wants revenge against Cecil for ruining his plans, so he’s probably going to take it out on you.” When you still gave a surprised stare, he asked, “Do you really not have this happen often?”

“No, Dad keeps me inside alot…” your voice trailed off when you heard your phone ring, and picking it up, you saw it was your dad.

“Hello?”

“_________, I told you to get to somewhere safe!”

“I-I am! I’m with Nolan!”

“Hey, Cecil, don��t worry, I’m right here.” Nolan’s voice was filled with sarcasm, probably an old joke between the two. After all, they were both good friends to each other.

“No, you don’t understand, ______, listen to me-”

Suddenly you were grabbed by your arm, and dragged down. You were caught by Omni-Man before you hit the ground, though. Looking behind him, you saw two trucks coming towards you, along with multiple people in them, with weapons of all sorts.

You didn’t have time to ask who they were or what they wanted, as Omni-Man grabbed you and pulled out off the ground, and into the air. It took you a few moments, but you realized you were in the air. Flying.

Reaching for your phone in your pocket to call your dad back, you realized you must’ve dropped it. However, you weren’t about to waste your energy trying to get it back. Especially not when you were high above the ground. So you simply hung on for dear life as Omni-Man flew away from the shouting people in the cars.

~~~~~

“Where is she?”

“She went with Omni-Man, sir.”

Cecil stood there for a moment, wondering what the fuck happened. It was obvious now that Nolan had no intentions to harm you, but why would he take you and not tell you anything? Cecil wondered before something was handed to him. “We found this near where they took off, sir.”

It was your phone. Completely crushed to bits. “Omni-Man took it from her and crushed it without her knowledge, sir.”

“You started to shoot at her?! What the hell were you thinking!?”

The men stood there, completely still realizing their mistake. “We’re not kids playing at some game, this is real life. And now- I-” he really wanted to kill Nolan now. Debbie was going to become a widow, and he really didn’t care.

Walking up to the truck that was nearest to him, he opened the back and shuffled around, trying to find something, anything that would be of use.

Then he found his favorite gun. The only one he could actually hold himself without another person that stopped Omni-man.

Loading the ammunition, he walked over to Donald, who had a tablet in his hand. “Sir, we’ve found where they’re going.”

Looking at the area on the map, Cecil tapped his wrist watch, and said, “Good. Get the backup ready, and get Mark Grayson. Get Invincible.”

#yandere invincible #yandere nolan grayson #yandere cecil stedman #originally i was gonna put the invincible logo at the end but i didn't want to do that much work cuz im tired rn

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storytellerofuntoldlegends · 3 years ago

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promise me that you’ll start where i end

A/N: 3rd Life SMP but i make it more dramatic. also i made the mistake of listening to drivers license by olivia rodrigo while writing this and cried. i'd say enjoy but i don't think that's the correct emotion to experience while reading this. (title is from Boreas by The Oh Hellos)

Summary: An argument before Scott's world- one of color, light, and love- falls to pieces and turns dark. And the friend who tries to collect those pieces and bring back a little light to him.

Warnings: minor violence, talk of death, arguing, hugs, crying, canonical character death, grief/mourning, bittersweet ending

Scott leaned against the potions table with a sigh. There were too many close calls today. Each brush with Dogwarts nearly cost either him or Jimmy their lives, not to mention that Cleo lost one of her lives trying to escape the Red King and his men. Then there was the whole issue with Joel, his attempt on Scott’s life, and their wall- he wasn’t looking forward to rebuilding it, especially just out of cobblestone or some other stone. A small smile was brought to his face as he remembered how Jimmy instantly wanted to go after Joel, even though the other man was already long gone. It should have been concerning, how fast Jimmy could seemingly switch between being a lost puppy or a feral wolf on his red life. Instead, it was actually sort of endearing. It would be more endearing if it didn’t give Scott a near heart attack every time his husband tried to rush forward into danger. Scott squeezed his eyes shut at the sudden onslaught of memories- Jimmy running through lava for a prize, his eagerness to pick up a piece of tnt and the resulting destruction it caused, Jimmy staring Ren down as he burned the Dogwarts flag (and then himself), Jimmy drawing his bow when Scott was trying to de-escalate a situation and just ask if Dogwarts had anything to do with their wall burning- Scott wasn’t sure if he was proud of or angry at Jimmy’s recklessness. There was one thing Scott knew for certain- he would never be able to erase the memories of Jimmy’s deaths from his mind, and everything he did was to make sure that Jimmy would survive. And himself too, of course, but Jimmy was the one with no lives left.

“Scott?” a voice asked, causing his eyes to snap open. He looked over to see Jimmy stepping through the nether portal. He looked a little shy, and Scott smiled in spite of himself at his husband being in his “lost puppy” mode.

“I’m just working on some potions. Y’know, for future encounters. What’s up?” Scott asked. Jimmy fidgeted for a moment or two, not quite meeting Scott’s gaze.

“Just wanted to check in on you, after uh… everything,” he asked sheepishly, finally looking up at Scott’s eyes.

“Could be better, could be worse. There were a couple of close calls, but that’s why I’m working on potions,” he replied with a shrug. Jimmy’s brow knit in concern, and he reached out to Scott for half a moment, but quickly dropped his hands with a frown.

“It was too close today,” Jimmy muttered under his breath. Scott huffed out a laugh, shaking his head.

“It was, you’re on your last life- you’ve gotta be more careful,” he reprimanded. Jimmy’s sheepish gaze snapped defiantly to Scott’s, and he jumped a bit in surprise at the fire in his husband’s eyes.

“I was talking about you! Martyn’s arrows nearly took you out!” Jimmy shouted, hands gesturing wildly.

“Jimmy, my armor’s better than yours, and I have all my lives left. I would have been fine- you wouldn’t have,” Scott said, a little taken aback at Jimmy’s sudden ferocity.

“Just because you have all your lives doesn’t mean you can throw them away, Scott!” Jimmy protested. Scott gave Jimmy an incredulous look.

“I’m not throwing my lives away, Jimmy. I have good gear, I negotiate and build alliances with other factions, I’m making potions- if anyone’s throwing away their lives around here, it’s you!” Scott shot back, voice coming out more frustrated than he meant it to. A hurt expression crossed Jimmy’s face, and part of Scott wanted to take back what he said, but most of him didn’t regret it at all. Didn’t Jimmy understand what was at stake here? Scott tried his best to look out for him, but each and every time he rushed forward into things he shouldn’t have.

“Scott, I know I’ve messed up. You don’t need to keep reminding me. But I can’t just stay put and do nothing like you!” Jimmy shouted.

“What do you mean, doing nothing?! I’m trying to build up our defences-”

“Going on the offensive is the only thing Dogwarts will understand-”

“I’m just trying to protect you!” both Scott and Jimmy exclaimed at the same time. Both of them blinked in surprise, and all at once things started clicking into place.

“Scott, I’m no strategist like you. I’m not even as good in combat. But I’m on red- I’m the fighter here. So let me fight for you,” Jimmy said softly. Scott made a sound that was half laugh, half scoff.

“Jimmy-”

“I can’t stand the thought of letting you die, Scott,” Jimmy said, refusing to meet his gaze. A bittersweet smile came to Scott’s face, and he took a step closer to Jimmy, tilting his head to try and meet Jimmy’s eyes.

“Jimmy, I’ve seen you die twice. Don’t you think that I can’t stand the thought of letting you die either?” Scott asked. Jimmy finally looked up at Scott, eyes watering. Scott let out a fond little scoff, reaching out to wipe at Jimmy’s eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Jimmy said wetly. Scott didn’t answer at first, instead reaching out to pull Jimmy into a hug.

“Don’t be. And don’t cry you idiot, you’ll just disintegrate faster,” Scott teased fondly, relieved when Jimmy let out a laugh in response. Jimmy pulled away, wiping at his eyes and smiling. Scott couldn’t help but smile back, happy to see his husband in a marginally better mood.

“We’ll be okay, right Scott?” Jimmy asked, still soft and as timid as before.

“I’m working on potions, we’ve got allies, and we’ve got each other. We’ll be alright,” Scott said, voice soft but no less determined. Jimmy gave his usual dazzling smile, filling Scott with warmth and light at the sight of it.

It was dark when Scott made his way down the hill from Jimmy’s grave. He wasn’t even there when Jimmy had died, he had told Jimmy that they would be alright and they both weren’t. Scott was on yellow now, the gleam in his eyes and the gold shimmering in his hair making that absolutely certain. Scott’s preparedness hadn’t even saved either of them! His potions certainly didn’t do much good as Scott died early on in the battle. Maybe he and Jimmy shouldn’t have allied with anyone. Maybe they should have stayed within their walls and retired, like Scott wanted to. Maybe Jimmy would be alive now. But there was no use dwelling on the “what-ifs”- all Scott had was the now. And the now was crushingly lonely and dim.

Scott jumped at the cackle of a witch, narrowly avoiding a thrown potion. He drew his sword and cut her down without a second thought. She poofed into ash, leaving Scott to stumble forward into the dirt. He drove his sword into the ground with a cry of rage and sorrow.

“I can’t even mourn?!” he cried, shouting at the universe for what he had lost and what he had endured. Scott wasn’t sure how long he had knelt there in the grass, a white-knuckled grip on the hilt of his sword and a hand over his mouth to stifle the sobs that threatened to escape. It wasn’t until the growls and skittering of other mobs approaching that Scott finally picked himself up, yanking his sword from the ground and feet moving on autopilot.

He soon stumbled through the nether portal to the cave behind it, shaking hands reaching for a book tucked away on one of the shelves. He opened it carefully despite his trembling hands, not wanting to damage what was inside. Between the pages laid a collection of pressed flowers, one of them being the poppy that Jimmy had given him when they first met. Scott finally allowed himself to crumble, falling to the floor and sobbing with the book of pressed flowers cradled in his arms.

“Scott?” a voice asked. His head snapped up and he looked to the cave entrance, heart skipping a beat at a flash of blond and red- but then saw the brightly colored wings and deflated at the realization that it was just Grian. Scott quickly wiped at his eyes, gently closing the book before holding it tight against his chest and standing up.

“Um. Hi,” Scott said, unsure of what to say. Grian didn’t look like he knew what to say either, feathers rustling slightly before he cleared his throat.

“I just wanted to uh. Check in on you,” Grian said. Scott let out a shaky sigh. How many times had Jimmy come in, asking the same thing? Checking in on Scott, making sure he wasn’t overworking himself- sometimes checking in on him wasn’t even for Scott’s own benefit. Jimmy would need reassurance, and Scott would joke and tease to cheer him up. What Scott wouldn’t give to hear Jimmy’s laugh one last time.

“I think you can see how well I’m doing,” Scott said, tone coming off a bit more brusquely than he meant it to. Scott winced as soon as the words escaped his mouth. Grian didn’t deserve to have his grief taken out on him, but frankly Scott wasn’t sure how else he was supposed to respond to that. His friend’s expression twisted in sympathy.

“Sorry. We did avenge him, at least,” Grian said softly. Scott let out a humorless laugh.

“Yeah. I just thought I’d feel some sort of satisfaction from it, or that it would make losing Jimmy hurt less,” Scott replied, voice as hollow as he felt. Silence hung between them for a few moments, before Grian stepped a bit closer. He cautiously reached out to put a hand on Scott’s shoulder, and Scott peered up slightly at the touch.

“It probably won’t help much, in fact not at all, but what if we put a stop to Dogwarts? For all the things we’ve lost- and for Jimmy,” Grian offered. A small, weak smile crept onto Scott’s face. He wouldn’t let Jimmy’s death be in vain- he believed in a world without Dogwarts, a world where he and Scott could live out their days in peace. And even if Jimmy wasn’t able to live it with him, Scott knew that Jimmy would want him to move forward, to the life they had wanted.

“For Jimmy,” Scott said, warmth in his tone for the first time since Jimmy had died. For a brief moment, he thought he felt a hand ghost across his, paired with a reassuring touch on his back and a breath at his ear. The moment was there and gone, and Scott desperately wanted to curl his fingers around familiar ones he swore he had just felt- but it left Scott’s smile a bit brighter all the same.

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thekrazykeke · 4 years ago

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See You Again [2]

Fandom(s): Tokyo Ghoul

Relationship(s): Uta & reader.

Summary: in the sound of silence, we found sanctuary. in every word unspoken, love.

Warning(s): Angst, unspoken feelings. Pre-canon events but also very ambiguous timeline-wise. Disturbing mental imagery. Canon typical gore.

This little series was never meant to have a happy ending, so no screaming at me. I’ll accept your appreciation for my love of angst in reblogs, likes, comments or tears.

Seriously though, in all honesty, I hurt myself as I wrote this.

I dunno, I might indulge that impulsive urge of mine and write a one shot where they actually get together. Most likely not though, so no one hold their breath ahahaha.

[i.]

A smart person would never have returned to the little out of the way mask shop in the 4th Ward. You’d have chalked up the experience as weird and as common sense dictated, forgotten all about it.

That is the safer route, the sane option.

So of course, you decided to be stupid. You kept coming back to the shop, although you were careful with how you planned your visits, spacing them out in between sight seeing and being a general tourist.

The added bonus of your frequent visits being that although Uta’s face didn’t really change much expression-wise, you got the feeling that he was always a little surprised to see you.

“Do you really like it here that much?”

Pulling the oni mask away from your face, you glanced at Uta who stood a good distance away from you, hand in pocket, hip cocked against the edge of the counter. “What’s that now?”

“I said, ‘do you really like it here that much?’” Uta repeated himself, red on black eyes intently trained on your face. “This is the second time this week you’ve come by without buying anything.”

“Oof.” You exaggeratedly clutched at your chest. “That hurt, Uta-san. With how frequently I come by here, one would think you’d treat me as more than a customer. We’re friends now.”

“We’re not.”

The words are stated so bluntly and again, you clutch at your chest, miming being struck by an arrow. Uta didn’t respond to your joking around and playing, just stared at you. So, you cut the crap, reaching into your back pocket with a mock pout. “How much for this mask? I think it suits me.”

“10504.50 yen.” At the sight of your suddenly wide eyes and dropped jaw, Uta’s blank expression cracked, he smiled slightly and just for a split second. “Also, the mask doesn’t suit you.”

You turned your back to him, carefully returning the oni mask to the display it’d been set up on. The next second you turned around, you nearly jumped out of your skin at how close Uta is now. “Hey now! Shit, you need a bell or something.”

“It’s not my fault you don’t pay attention.”

You can’t even pull off your comedic routine and drop your head in an ‘ashamed’ manner because you’d probably most likely hit your head against his chest, he’s standing that close. Before you could ask him to either back up and inquire what was his reason for being in your personal space, a tattooed finger reached out, lightly touching your chin, encouraging you to look up, so that’s what you did.

“...I can create a mask for you. Something that suits you.” He’s now adjusting your face, the faintest touch causing you to move this way and that.

“Aww! That’s nice of you, Uta-sa-”

“The base color would be silver, perhaps. And the eyes would sewn shut, the better to hide your grief and... the anger.” He’s musing aloud, words quiet and almost a whisper, but you heard him. Part of you think it’s deliberate, that he’s making fun of you, mocking you.

And it worked.

You reached a hand up, setting it upon his wrist. Uta blinked, staring down at your hand, then his unique gaze switched to you, and he.... for a lack of better words, it’s like he snapped out of that artist’s mode. He dropped his hand and took one step out of your personal bubble then another and another before whirling around and started walking away.

He lifted a hand in farewell, waving it about in a sort of shooing manner.

“Come back again in two to three weeks.”

That should have been the end of you and his interactions.

Regardless of how intriguing he is, he’d pressed on one of your triggers, maybe even on purpose, and you already had too short of a life to put up with the bullshit. Then again, maybe it was for that reason entirely that you decided that you were gonna keep seeing him, even after he finished the mask, to annoy him to death of course.

Until he told you upfront to go away, you wouldn’t. That’s what you decided.

And with that resolution settled in your head, you could go about your business. You enjoyed the sights, the food, and although your judgement said it’d be a bad idea, you had a couple of one night stands. The first is a lawyer that you’re like pretty sure has kids and a wife, and the other is a stressed college kid.

The experience left you unsatisfied and irritated.

Since your last encounter with Uta had been...awkward and strained, you decided to bring a peace offering. Cream puffs for yourself with green tea and a cup of black coffee for him. You’d picked up on the fact that he liked the beverage without sugar and cream like the total heathen he is. You idly wondered if he even enjoyed sweet things or maybe he was one of those weird folks who liked sour and spicy stuff all the time.

The fact that you’re even thinking about this and it didn’t sink in as odd or out of place until the moment you crossed the threshold of HYSY Studios, taking note of the fact that the place is as gloomy and empty of customers as always.

“’Ey! Uta, where you at!?”

There’s a vibration against your leg. You juggle the items in your hold carefully before tugging out your cellphone and entering the passcode to unlock the phone. The most recent text message you’d received from Uta about four minutes ago informed you of the fact that he’s in the back of the studio, like the very, very back, where all the unused and returned masks were. Now the only reason you knew all this information is because of how often you pestered Uta about it.

You’re at an impasse.

You could do as he asked and bring your treat to him while you were at it or you could wait and avoid the potential jump scare that Uta was totally capable of inflicting upon you.

‘To go or not to go, that is the question.’

Everything pointed to the clear conclusion that no, you absolutely should not go back there. Every horror movie cliché ended with the female protagonist being killed or gravely injured because she was so stupid as to go in the dark, alone, by herself.

‘Uta isn’t a killer though.’ That’s what you tried to tell yourself, the argument weak and pitiful in your brain.

You did not know this man well enough to be in the back where it wouldn’t be easy access to the front door, where you couldn’t bolt if he did something strange. However, you did own a mini taser and always carried mace, just as a precaution, so...

So....

Slowly, reluctantly, you did as he instructed, every warning and life training you’d received up to this point in your life sending out red neon signs telling you to wait, not be an idiot, to please please stay where you are. And you ignored all those survival instincts, heading deeper into the studio, your footfalls loud and eerie the further in you went.

Until you find him.

He’s apparently unfazed by your belated presence, focus wholly consumed with his work. Red on black eyes glanced at you for but a moment and what you carried and then at the coffee. “There’s a mini fridge, leave everything there, except the coffee. I’m almost done.”

Having some mild experience with artists and creative sorts, you avoid looking at the mask he’s working on, instead setting down the coffee in an empty space he vaguely gestured to.

Then you walk the short distance to where the only mini fridge in the room is, reaching out, you pull it open. And it’s the scent that alerts you; the fresh tang of blood. It’s too late to stop yourself and you see it, everything. The jar of eyeballs, the carefully wrapped packages of ‘meat’.

‘I’m in a back room with the potential copycat Jeffery Dahmer or...or....’

You’re not an idiot, all these little things you’d casually dismissed because you hadn’t cared enough to pay attention, to see... And now here you are. Here you are.

Fuck.

Swallowing, you calm and dampen the inner voice sCREAMING, then casually as possible, grip wobbling only slightly, do you put your treat inside the mini fridge right alongside the human body parts and flesh, then close the door, turning around.

Uta is still hard at work on the mask but his movements are slowing down.

As if nothing is amiss, you stride over just as he finally pauses to take a sip of coffee. “This is one of the ways that you make masks. Really. That’s interesting…” And you meant it too. Legs crossed, you leaned against the table, watching the mask maker in his element.

He smiles at you in that enigmatic way. “Thank you.”

The visit continues without much else in the way of incidents and subtly unsubtle revelations.

You don’t really talk and Uta doesn’t make you.

Less than twenty minutes later, once he deems the mask complete, he stands up and stretches, arms raising overhead, revealing an expanse of creamy, pale, lean and muscled torso.

Glancing away a beat too late, you catch Uta as he smiles, again, the smile lengthens into a smirk. He reaches out and plucks up the half mask delicately, taking a step towards you and your heart traitorously lurches in your chest.

Self-preservation makes you want to run as he comes closer, closer, closer...

Logic keeps you rooted in place as he carefully puts the mask on you. Tattooed fingers brush the strands of hair away from the nape of your neck, lingering as he feels the flutter of your pulse beneath his fingertips.

“Your heart is racing like a hummingbird.” he muses. You stare out at him from beneath the safety of the mask, the bone surprisingly not pinching or cutting your skin. “And here I thought nothing could scare you.”

“Unfortunately fear makes up the majority of the human psyche.” You can’t help the quip, tone dry. “But you’re my friend, so it’s fine.”

That last comment causes Uta to blink and stare at you in blatant surprise for a minute or two. Then he pulls himself together and shakes his head, a chuckle rumbling through his chest. “...I suppose we are friends.”

“Cool. So how much for the mask?” You reach up, about to remove it but Uta swatted at your hands, the action hard enough to sting but not leave damage. You still squawk indignantly anyway.

“It’s free. Creating it got me out of my block, so thank you.” Bringing out a cellphone, he takes a couple pictures with you, making you turn, pose, and pretty much just show off.

Once he’s done, he snags your tea and cream puffs out the fridge, then walks you to the front of the studio, giving a small wave goodbye. Brain swimming with what you just learned, amazed that he hadn’t just killed you straight off, you glance at the chilled green tea in your hand then after mentally shrugging to yourself, you take a sip and shove a cream puff in your mouth.

Hell, after the day you’ve had, you deserve to be rewarded.

Time passes, as it inevitably does.

You receive more calls from Kiani, from other friends and family members, but you are resolute in staying in Japan.

Much to your surprise, you’d actually gotten comfortable being there. Though that might have had something to do with Uta, who you continue to visit, and if he’s surprised or put out, none of that shows on his face. It’s fun to drag him places, to be around him, and you can laugh at his jokes, even the deadpan, making-fun-of-humanity ones.

He even lets you meet his other ghoul friends, Itori and Renji.

Through it all, these changes and fun things, your health slowly, steadily, gets worse even as you and Uta get closer, muddling about in a rather confusing grey area of friends...and more...

As always, the two of you are hanging out, this time you’d dragged him to an amusement park, and he held onto some of the prizes you won, gamely snapped a couple photos of you in ridiculous poses and making silly faces, etc.

It felt like a date.

Like, you’re returning from a date.

When that thought ran through your brain, you automatically looked at Uta, catching sight of his profile in the light of the setting sun and your heart clenched as you realized that he’s beautiful.

It’s with difficulty that you manage to look away but not before he catches you staring from the corner of his eye. “You’re always looking at me… Yet, you never try and get closer…” Uta’s hands are in his pockets and he is barely a foot away. “Does fear keep you at a distance…” He took a step forward.

Coming almost uncomfortably close.

“Or is there another….”

Without conscious thought, you tilt your head up and your lips meet his.

The contact is light, barely a graze, and there’s the cool sensation of his lip ring...it’s odd but hardly distracting. Your heart is beating like a jack rabbit in your chest and you know this isn’t good for you.

As you go to pull away, to disconnect, that’s when Uta finally, finally, responds.

He places a hand on the back of your neck, keeping you close before tilting his head, leaned in and kissed you again.

There’s nothing teasing or patient about it. He nipped your bottom lip, barely waiting for you to part your lips before his tongue twined and stroked, expertly playing with your own, and you felt a zing of excitement travel down you spine as your tongue lightly grazed his tongue ring.

Your right hand goes to his shoulder, squeezing, holding on desperately as your legs threaten to give out.

Effortlessly, Uta holds you up, his other hand going to the dip of your back, and when you break the kiss to get some air into your burning lungs, Uta peppers feather light kisses down the column of your throat, sucking a spot just behind your ear. Only when you gasp his name, a mere whisper of a breath really, only then, does he finally stop.

Uta tops that....bombardment off with a light kiss to your forehead, lingering. Then he murmurs into your ear, “That’s how you kiss me from now on.”

With his piece said, as if he hadn’t pretty much swept you off your feet and left you stuck in LaLa Land, Uta brushed a hand down his shirt, straightening out imaginary wrinkles, before he walked away. It took a few seconds for your brain to reboot and then you hurried after him, chastising him for being mean.

There are a hundred different words that lingered on the edge and never escape your mouth. A thousand questions you never got the answer to.

There are no more kisses between you and Uta.

You pass away in your sleep that night December 31, 2XXX at 11:59 P.M. alone in your rented hotel room, dreaming of an impossible reality; of happiness between yourself and the ghoul who for a brief moment, made you feel important, seen, and desired.

Almost as if he could love you.

#uta #tokyo ghoul #uta imagine #black reader #uta tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul imagine #uta x reader #tg #human reader #tg imagine #thekrazykeke

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Heavy is the Head Chapter 7: Full on Bull Fight

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“Hey, where’d you sneak off to this morning?” Stella asks, catching up to Kelly on their way into work. Today was the first day in a long time that they’ve driven separately and when she woke up this morning he was already gone without so much as a word to her. And it’s not the first time he’d done it in the past week.

“I had some errands to run,” he says with a shrug, and a distant look on his face; Stella doesn’t like it. He’s been acting weird since Christmas, and seems to be floating farther and farther away from her like he has something to hide.

“What kind of errands?” she asks, bumping his arm with hers playfully, trying to prompt some kind of reaction out of him, but he seems to be going iceberg mode on her.

“Just stuff.” he replies.

“Okay, well I’ll see you in the briefing room,” she says with a frustrated sigh and walks faster, leaving him behind her looking a little baffled and confused like he can’t figure out what he did wrong.

“Hey-” Sylvie starts as she steps into Stella’s office with plans to tell her about her growing suspicion that Casey’s going to propose in the near future, but she’s interrupted by Stella.

“Don’t let me anywhere near anything heavy today, because I really might end up hurling something at Kelly’s head,” she says angrily.

“What’d he do now?” Sylvie asks, and pushes the door closed. She can feel Stella’s frustration, and in some ways she shares in it. Kelly always seems to be doing something stupid. Him and Stella will be doing fine for a long time and then his emotional presence will just drop off the face of the earth.

“I don’t know! But he’s been acting really weird for like a week now and he keeps sneaking off, and then when I ask him about he acts all confused or- or evasive like everything’s normal,” Stella says angrily. “And I seriously don’t know what to do-”

“You don’t think he’s-”

“Don’t even go there Brett. He wouldn’t,” Stella says defensively, cutting her off but Sylvie can tell from her tone that the thought has crossed her mind.

“Because if he is, I know of a lot of fields in Indiana where they’d never find a body,” Sylvie adds.

“I said don’t go there!” Stella cries. “He wouldn’t cheat. His mom thought he might, but he wouldn’t. He’s an idiot but he’s not a dick.”

“Okay,” Sylvie agrees. She believes Stella on that one. Severide can be a bit of a mess, but he’s not an unfaithful mess, which means something else is going on. “Maybe it’s something to do with Conway?”

“I don’t know Brett,” Stella says shaking her head. “We talked about that and decided it was best to handle that together. But there’s definitely something going on with him. And I’m so scared he’s heading toward another shut down and I don’t know if we’ll survive that again.”

Brett sighs, it makes her mad how worked up Stella is getting with this and how scared Severide has her. It makes her want to throw something at his head too.

“Anyway, what did you want to talk about?” Stella asks, shaking herself off.

“Oh, nothing,” Brett shrugs. It seems a little ill timed to start talking about how well things are going with Matt, especially since him meeting her parents, when things seem to be getting ready to hit the fan between Stella and Kelly.

“You sure?”

“Yeah-”

“Truck 81, lift assist.”

“That’s me,” Stella sighs and get up. “We’ll talk later.”

“Be careful out there,” Sylvie orders as she follows Stella out of her office.

Stella is barely gone from sight before Severide is emerging from the laundry room and grabbing Brett by the arm.

“We need to talk,” he says tugging her toward his office.

“Yeah, I know we do,” Brett snaps, and follows him into his office, needing no more prodding from him. She’s about to give him a very big piece of her mind, and he’s practically begging for it.

“What the hell are you doing, Severide?” she demands before he even has the door closed all the way.

“What do you mean-”

“I mean what the hell are you doing?” Sylvie repeats. “Everyone knows by now that your whole stone cold iceberg act doesn’t fly with you and Stella. So whatever your problem is you need to get sorted out or she’s going to dump your ass.”

“But I haven’t been…” he trails off, the confusion on his face melting away to realization as Brett glares at him. “Oh. damn it. I have.”

“Yep,” Sylvie says.

“I didn’t mean to,” he says, getting a kind of nervous that Sylvie’s never seen from him before. “I just- this is so messed up. I’m just not sure how to…”

“How to what, Severide?”

He runs one hand through his hair awkwardly and reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a small felt box. “Ask her…”

Sylvie can feel her eyes going wide as she stares at the box in Severide’s hand. “Is that…?”

“Yeah,” Severide breathes. “I just don’t have the slightest idea how to actually do it, which is why I wanted to ask you for help-”

“You want me to help you plan your engagement?!” Sylvie squeals, unable to contain her joy. This is like a dream come true, she’s always wanted to help someone plan an engagement.

“Please,” Severide says, sounding relieved. “It’s like suddenly everything I know about Stella has left my brain and I just don’t know where to start. And it’s gotta be amazing because she deserves only the best.”

“Okay, okay, yes I’ll help you! But the first thing you need to do is find some way to reassure her, or you might not have a girlfriend to ask by the time we get this all planned out,” Sylvie says, already trying to think of some cover story they can spin for why he’s been acting weird for so long. And being able to pull that off and making it believable kind of hinges on Severide’s ability to stop acting weird, and Sylvie isn’t super confident he can.

“How do I do that? I didn’t even realize I was doing it. I was just trying to avoid accidently giving myself away.”

“Well, I’m sorry to say it, but with your track record it could be construed as a lot of different things,” Sylvie says, starting to formulate a plan. Maybe having Severide be the one in charge of making sure Stella doesn’t dump him isn’t the best idea if they want this to be a successful proposal. “Maybe I should be the one to make sure she doesn’t dump you. And you should just like not touch anything or talk about anything.”

“Okay, that works,” Kelly says blinking a couple times. For not only a squad firefighter, but a lieutenant at that, he really is quite flighty, and she can tell he’s absolutely terrified and overwhelmed by what he’s planning.

“That was a joke. I’m not planning your entire engagement for you. It has to come from you.”

Kelly frowns. “What if I just left the ring in her locker or something?”

Sylvie glares at him.

“That was a joke too?” He says, but it sounds like more of a question.

“You’re hopeless,” Sylvie says, pinching the bridge of her nose. Everyone always jokes about what a disaster Kelly is, but it really isn’t funny.

“Hey, Brett, sorry to interrupt, but the chief wants us in his office,” Mackey says, wrapping her fist against the door and poking her head into Severide’s office. She hesitates and glances back and forth between the two of them. “I don’t know what you two are talking about, but be careful you don’t give lieutenant Severide an ulcer.”

Sylvie glances over at Severide whose forehead is wrinkled up in his stressed look that he always gets when he gets concerned or perplexed.

“Look, don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone. We’ll talk about this later. I promise.”

“Thanks Brett,” Severide says sounding lost and bewildered.

***

“No! Way!” Sylvie cries before she’s even all the way inside Casey’s office. The amount of pure joy on her face at seeing Foster standing in the office, makes Matt smile. “I don’t believe it! Mackey! This is Foster, she’s amazing- foster what happened to Med school?” Brett cries hugging her old partner.

“It’s expensive,” she laughs, “and chief Hatcher graciously said I could come work part time the days I don’t have class.”

“That’s amazing-” Sylvie trials off, a look of confusion crossing her face. “Wait. 61 already has two medics.”

“We got cleared for a third one,” Casey explains. “The CFD has been trying to get busier house three man ambo crews.”

“Oh! This is great!” Sylvie says excitedly. “You two are going to love each other! This is so exciting!”

Matt smiles, this probably the happiest he’s ever seen her, but he could tell before she even saw Foster that she was excited about something else too. The excitement in the room seems to freeze for a second as the tones sound.

“Squad 3, water rescue.”

Sylvie seems oddly relieved by this, but not in the way that she’s glad it’s not her call. There’s something else going on.

“Is that all you wanted?” she asks. “Can we go get Foster acquainted with 61?”

“Yeah, but I want you to hang back a second so we can talk,” Casey says, dismissing Foster and Mackey with a short head nod.

“What’s going on?” she asks, studying him.

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” Casey replies, studying her.

“Oh,” Sylvie says and a guilty expression comes across her face like she’s trying to hide something that’s making her really happy. “I’m really not supposed to talk about it. I’m terrible with secrets if I-”

“If you?” Casey prompts, curiosity getting the better of him.

“I can’t say!” Brett says, like it’s hurting her not belting it out. “Severide’ll kill me.”

“Sev’s involved?” Casey presses.

“Matt stop! I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone!” Sylvie protests. “I gotta go help them with the rig.”

Before Matt can say anything she’s gone and has the door closed behind her. He’ll have to talk to Severide when he gets back from the water rescue call.

***

“Marks and Gallo, you two are on inventory duty for the day,” Stella says she climbs off the truck once they’re safely back at the station. “And Mouch I want you to clean out the inside of the rig. This thing looks like a pig sty.”

“Who pissed you off,” Gallo mutters under his breath, and she wastes no time pinning him down with a glare.

“Do you want to be mopping the bay too?” she demands.

“No lieutenant,” Gallo says respectfully.

“Then just do the inventory,” she snaps and turns her glare to the empty spot where the squad truck is usually parked. It’s mighty convenient that Severide is out on call.

“Stella! Get over here!” Brett shouts to her from across the bay. Her attitude seems to have done a complete turn around since their conversation this morning in Stella’s office and she’s jealous. She’s been racking her brain all morning trying to figure out the hell could’ve possibly sent Severide off into another spiral of self isolation. She knows it’s impossible to ever have him completely figured out, it’s impossible with everyone really, but things had been going so well between them for so long and now she feels like she’s being out all over again, and she hates it.

“What-?” and before she can get her full question out, Foster is jumping out of the back of 61.

“Surprise!” The paramedic shouts enthusiastically and hugs Stella.

“What are you doing here?!” Stella cries happily and hugs her back. She allows the excitement at seeing her old friend push away her annoyance with Severide. It’s not worth her time right now.

“I’m working part time!” Foster says excitedly. “And I heard you got your bugles!”

“I did!” Stella says and flicks the collar of her shirt displaying the little bugles embroidered there.

“Wooow,” Foster says, faking a swoon. “They look way better on you than of the other idiots running around here.”

“Why thank you,” Stella says with a playful hair flip. “But seriously, how long are you here for?”

“I’m currently on break, so I’ll be working shifts with you guys for the next few weeks, and then off and on for the rest of the year.”

“This is so great, the four of us are going to own this place,” Stella says, and points at Mackey. “You don’t know this, but the three of us used to be the bosses around here. And we’re going to show the key to house domination.”

“The first lesson is don’t put up with idiots,” Foster says.

“That’s probably the most important one,” Stella agrees, Severide immediately jumping to mind. She doesn’t really agree with it. Some idiots are worth putting up with.

“Speaking of which,” Sylvie says. “We need to go have a chat. We’ll be back in a few.”

“What’s up, Brett?” Stella asks when they’ve made it out of ear shot of Mackey and Foster.

“I think you need to give Severide a chance,” Sylvie says awkwardly, like there’s something she desperately wants to say, but can’t figure out how.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” Sylvie replies. “Trust me and trust that he loves you. Just give him a week.”

“A week- Brett what is going on?” Stella asks. She doesn’t need Brett and Severide keeping secrets from her.

“I don’t know, it’s just a feeling. Give him a week before you do anything drastic, okay?” Brett says and looks her in the eyes. “Trust him, and if you can’t do that trust me. It’ll be fine.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust him, Brett,” Stella says. “I’m just scared. I know where this kind of behavior goes. We’ve been down this road before, and I’m really scared, only this time it’s worse because I don’t have the first idea what’s wrong so I don’t have a ballpark for what I should be trying to ask him-”

“Truck 81, elevator panic button triggered.”

“Stella, it’ll be okay, I promise,” Sylvie says confidently. Stella’s not sure how she can be so sure, but she wishes she shared the paramedics confidence.

***

“Is everything okay with Stella?” Mackey asks as Sylvie comes back over to 61 to help with refreshing Foster on the inventory.

“It will be, hopefully,” Sylvie relies with a frustrated sigh. Severide just needs to assure her everything’s fine and quit avoiding her and everything should work out. If he doesn’t then she’s not exactly sure how much good her speech to Stella about trusting him will go. “She’s just going through a bit of a rough patch with Severide.”

“Do I need to knock some sense into him?” Foster asks, hoping down from the back of the ambo and looking like she’s ready for a fight.

“No, it’s not like that,” Sylvie assures her, as squad 3 rolls back into the station. “It’s a communication error that will be ironed out shortly… I’ll be back in a couple minutes.”

She meets Severide on the passenger side of the truck just as he’s climbing out.

“We need to talk,” he says, beating her to the punch.

“Your office?”

“Yeah,” he says and heads for the doors leading inside.

“You need to tell her something and give her some kind of believable reassurance,” Sylvie says and closes the door to his office behind her. “She’s scared. I think I kinda bought you a little time, but you still gotta give her something.”

“I’ll talk to her as soon as she gets back,” he promises and looks worried. Despite having worked around them for close to 10 years, Sylvie’s never quite been able to understand firefighters; they don’t so much as flinch running into burning buildings but anything regarding feelings or emotions is like having teeth pulled. “And I had a couple thoughts about how to ask.”

“Oh! What are they?” Sylvie asks excitedly. This is the fun part- the planning of the actual romantic gesture is definitely way better than working on a plan for how to have Stella not break up with him before he can pull it off, equally as important for sure, but a lot more fun.

“So I know this guy who does winter scuba diving in the lake, and ever since I showed her the basics a year or so ago she loves it…”

“An underwater proposal?” Sylvie asks.

“What? You don’t think that’s good?” Severide asks, looking a little disappointed.

“Honestly? I think she’d love it. I just feel like there’s a lot that could go wrong. Like do you really want to be freezing cold and wet when you get engaged?”

“It’s better than just going out to some fancy restaurant. That’s so predictable,” Severide retorts. “How about taking her hiking at pictured rocks? She loves it up there, and I know where her favorite spot is, and then take her out for a nice dinner after?”

“Oh that’d be great!” Sylvie says excitedly. “I’d tell you it’s too cold for hiking, but you two are crazy, so it’s perfect.”

“You think?”

“Yeah!”

***

“You just couldn’t stay away from us, could you?” Herrmann laughs and offers Foster a coffee.

“How could I? I love all your ugly mugs,” she jokes.

“Aw, that’s so touching,” Cruz says sarcastically.

“So how have things been for everyone since I left? I wanna know everything.” It’s nice being back here even if it is temporary. She’s missed everyone so much, she didn’t really realize just how much until now- until being back in the cozy common room surrounded by the crew she got to be so close to.

***

“Smoke break?” Casey asks, poking his head into Severide’s office. He looks busy and stressed out and like he could use the break.

“Sure,” he says and closes his laptop.

“Sylvie’s been acting weird lately,” Casey says as they walk outside together. It is, admittedly a little cold to be having a smoke break.

“Mhmm,” Severide mutters, but doesn’t give much of a response other than that.

“You know something,” Casey accuses, he can tell by Severide’s expression that he knows something.

“No!” Severide says defensively. He’s great at pretending his fine when he’s not, but any other lie? His poker face sucks.

“It’s what her mom said at dinner a couple weeks ago, isn’t it?” Casey guesses. “She wants me to propose.”

“Um, not you…” Severide says, shifting awkwardly as Casey frowns at him. “I’m gonna ask Stella and she’s helping me out.”

“Oh! Congrats man!” Casey says excitedly.

“Don’t jinx it!” Severide shushes him. “I haven’t asked her yet and there’s a lot that could go wrong.”

“Right,” Casey says, ducking his head. He’s not sure he’s ever seen Severide look this nervous before. “Well, I’m sure she’ll say yes.”

“Hopefully,” Severide mumbles, sounding very unsure of himself.

A horn blast from 81 interrupts their conversation as the truck pulls into the driveway.

“Sorry to cut the conversation short, but I actually need to go talk to Stella real quick.”

Severide makes it to the door and then the bell rings.

“Truck 81, Engine 51, Ambulance 61, Squad 3, structure fire.”

***

There’s two kids standing outside when they arrive, and Casey’s glad he decided to ride on this one because it’s already looking like they’re going to need additional units.

“You have to help our parents!” one of the kids shouts, running over to meet Casey as he gets out of the car, tugging his little sister along with him. “They’re still inside!”

“We’ll get them don’t worry,” Casey promises getting down on eye level with the young dark-haired boy. “Is there anyone else inside?”

“No,” the boy shakes his head. “Just mom and dad. We were playing at the neighbors’ and they were at home napping.”

“Okay, kiddo, where is your parents’ room?”

“Upstairs,” the boy says frantically. His sister is crying.

“Severide, Kidd, we’ve got two victims, most likely upstairs,” Casey shouts to two of his lieutenants. “Herrmann, I want you guys to start knocking down a path for Truck and Squad.”

“You got it, chief!” Herrmann calls, already directing Ritter to pull a line off the truck.

“Nathan and Mouch, I want you to up top venting. Gallo, you’re making entry with me and Squad.”

It takes the crews less than a minute to get organized and make their push through the front door.

“Okay kids, you see that ambulance over there? I want you to go see those nice paramedics, okay?” He wants to say something more encouraging to them, but the fire’s already pretty bad and the chances of them being able to get the parents out alive are slim to none.

***

“Come here guys,” Foster says gently and guides the two kids into the warm back of the ambulance. She’s missed this, being on the streets, in the action, being right there on the front lines with people.

“Give them these,” Mackey says and hands her a blanket, while taking one herself and wrapping it around the little girl’s shoulders.

“Here you go, sweetie,” Foster soothes and wraps the little boy in the blanket.

“Are our parents going to be okay?” the boy asks, looking at them with pleading eyes. Mackey glances to Foster before answering.

“They’ll be okay. They have the best firefighters in the city looking for them,” Mackey promises, comfortingly. Foster isn’t sure if the other paramedic actually believes it or if she’s just trying to be encouraging, but regardless Foster doesn’t share her confidence.

***

“Chief, this is Squad 3, we’ve got the parents, but we got separated from Severide,” Cruz reports, making Casey’s heart skip a beat. Mouch just informed him the roof was too soft to get on and properly vent, which means inside is probably filling up with smoke.

“Get the victims out of there, then we’ll worry about Severide,” Casey replies. Severide can handle himself.

“Chief, I’m fine,” Severide says a couple seconds later, and Casey relaxes just a little at hearing his friend’s staticy voice over the radio. “I’m with Kidd, she got separated from Gallo.”

Casey closes his eyes and lets out a frustrated sigh. “I want all units to exit the structure immediately.”

“Son of a bitch!” a shout from Herrmann grabs Casey’s attention as him, Cruz, Capp, and Tony exit the building with the two parents who look to be rough shape. “Where’s Ritter?! He was right behind me!”

The engine lieutenant tries to make a run back inside but Cruz grabs him before he can.

“No one is going back inside!” Casey shouts, he hates having to make the call, but he can tell even from the outside that the house is about to flash over at any second and he already has four firefighters lost inside. He doesn’t need to throw a fifth one into the mix. “Ritter, report.”

“I’m fine chief, I just fell behind,” Ritter reports.

“Chief! That’s my guy in there!” Herrmann protests.

“I know, but he’ll be fine. He knows what he’s doing. If he says he needs help then I’ll let you go in, but for now you just have to trust him.” Casey gets it. He really does. Every fiber of his being is screaming at him to run inside to go find his lost people, but no one’s called a maybay. They’re all just working their way out.

***

It’s pitch black, not like the movies where everything can be seen clearly, no, it’s darker than a night with no moon or stars. The smoke is so thick the light from his flashlight barely reaches a couple inches in front of him; Gallo has to hug the floor, nearly flat on his belly just to escape making the intense that’s starting to make his skin crawl. And worse still, he’s alone; he lost Stella what seems like hours ago, but from the glowing air gage on his regulator it can’t be more than 10 minutes ago. He knows she’s still relatively okay because he’s heard her over the radio a couple times since they got seperated, she’s with Severide now, and she knows he’s okay because they’ve had one very brief exchange only lasting long enough for them to decide the best course of action was to not waste time and air, both critical things in a fire like this, trying to find one another in the impossible blackness and find their way out on their own. So he’s alone and his only comfort in the overwhelming blackness is the presence of the hose under his body as he scoots himself along the floor.

He feels a little bit like a child again, like he’s still hiding in that closet hoping and praying that someone will come find him and save him. He’s alone and tired and yes even scared, not the same paralyzing fear that had taken over every muscle in his body like it had that day, but it’s a nagging tugging fear that’s eating away at his last nerve. It’s exhausting. He’s exhausted. He just wants to lay down on the hose, call in a mayday, and wait for someone to come get him; it’d be so simple and easy to let RIT come in and pull him out. But it’d also be dangerous. He can see small slivers of flame fingering in the smoke, they’ll flare up and dance through the smoke in little playful wisps, some of them right above his head. They’re beautiful, but precursors to something deadly and terrible. They’re there to remind him he doesn’t have time to lay down and let RIT come and save him. This place could flash over at any second and he’d have no escape.

“Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! Firefighter Ritter, entangled and low on air!”

Gallo’s blood runs cold at the sound of his friend’s mayday call.

“All units mayday has been called, clear the channel.”

“Ritter, what’s your last known location?” It’s Casey that replies to Ritter’s mayday first.

“Upstairs, southwest corner!”

Gallo clenches his teeth, he just came from that way. He’s close, he can get to Gallo before RIT can. So he turns around on the hoseline and begins his crawl back to where he came from to go find his friend.

***

There’s always the human instinct to press on when met with resistance, but in firefighting that can be a deadly mistake, sometimes in order to survive you have to let yourself go limp and lay completely still. It’s terrifying, laying completely still in the hot pitch black of a burning house especially when every inch of you is screaming to get up and keep fighting. But Ritter’s tangled up good and somewhere in his process of trying to fight to get himself free, he lost his cable cutters. He honestly thrashed around a good bit longer than he should’ve before laying still. There’s no telling how much air he wasted doing that, but now the bell on his pack is ringing annoyingly right along with his pass device. It’s deafening, but right now that’s a good thing it means he can be found and helped.

“Hey man.”

Ritter didn’t even hear Gallo approaching over the sound of the various alarms sounding so close to his head, and he startles when his friend’s hand touches his shoulder.

“You really know how to get tangled up,” Gallo says, Ritter can’t really see him through the darkness of the smoke around them, but he can feel his friend running his hands around his body trying to find all the cords he’s stuck in.

“How’d you find me?” Ritter asks, he can feel the cables starting to fall away from him, which means Gallo almost has him free.

“It was kind of hard to miss you,” Gallo jokes. Darren’s really not sure how he can sound so light hearted and breezy right now. “Chief, cancel RIT. I’ve got Ritter and he’s free.”

“How are we gonna get out of here?” Ritter asks and sits up slowly being sure to feel for anything that might snag him.

“A window,” Gallo replies. “I was in this room earlier.”

“We’re on the second story,” Ritter protests. He’s heard stories about firefighters jumping out of windows much higher, but he has no desire to do it.

“I’ve got the hose,” Gallo says calmly. “We’ll use it as a pole and slide down.”

***

“Ritter and Gallo are out.”

Stella breathes a sigh of relief as Casey reports that the two young firefighters are out. Now the only thing she has to worry about is getting her and Kelly’s sorry ass out.

Stella keeps one hand on Kelly making sure she doesn’t lose him; that’s the last thing anyone needs right now, another lost firefighter and another RIT team deployed- more people coming into this flashover waiting to happen. And keeps the other hand on the wall trying to feel for a window. They’re on the second floor, but if shit hits the fan they’ll jump, it doesn’t matter how high up they are.

“You got anything, Kelly?” she asks, glancing in his general direction, the only part of him she can really see is his flashlight.

“Nothing,” he replies and she can hear him rustle around. “I’m going to attach my webbing to your wrist and go out a little further to try to find a hose. Stay on the wall.”

“Kelly wait,” she says and pulls him back as her hand finds what feels like a window cill just a foot above her head.

“Stella we don’t have time-”

She sees the flicker, it’s like lighting crackling in distant black storm clouds and the already suffocating heat gets worse. The room’s about to flash. Without thinking or waiting even a second she grabs Kelly by the shoulder straps and launches herself out the window dragging him with her. The fire comes after them like a hungry beast surging forward to devour them as they hit the slanted roof and roll. Between the immense heat from the fire, the fire itself shooting out the window behind them, the adrenaline rushing through her body and the feeling of being put through a spin cycle Stella can’t get her bearings fast enough to stop her and Severide from sliding off the roof. She can feel her side scrape the gutter and then they’re free falling.

***

One second Kelly’s on his hands and knees next to Stella talking about finding a hose and the next he’s being tugged out the window before he can even react- and after that he’s hitting water then the hard bottom of what’s probably a pool but he’s too disoriented to tell for sure, and the winds been knocked out of him so he can’t breathe. He fumbles under the ic ny cold water trying to find his footing so he can push himself to the surface with the weight of his gear and the sudden inability to breathe he can’t get himself righted and his mask starts to fill up with water. Panic isn’t a feeling he’s used to and the unnaturalness of it makes things worse. He can’t be panicking- but he is and that alone makes him want to panic more.

A hand grabs him by the back of his coat and yanks him upward. His head breaches the surface of the water and no sooner than it has, Stella is knocking the helmet off his head and freeing his mask from his face. He gasps breathing freely at last as soon as she has the thing clear from his face. She’s laughing as she cups his cheeks in her hands for a second before hugging him close.

“Please tell me you knew there was a pool there,” he coughs, his teeth chattering together from the cold and buries his face in the shoulder of her wet bunker coat. That was close, too close, if she hadn’t grabbed him and taken that dive when she did they’d both be toast. So much happens on fire scenes- or any scenes for that matter. Any call could be your last. Life is too short, especially in this job. It’s too short for keeping secrets and having pointless fights and bottling things up- any second it could be over and there could be things left unsaid that shouldn’t be left unsaid.

“I’m going to refrain from answering that one,” Stella laughs, keeping one hand on the back of her neck. He can feel her shaking.

“Stella-”

“Are you guys okay?” Brett calls to them from the edge of the pool as they pull apart from each other just a little, but Stella keeps both hands on Kelly, steadying him almost, or maybe just hanging onto him to make sure that he is actually there and that they both did actually make it out the window. She looks amazed and worried

“We’re good,” Stella calls back as she looks him in the eyes. She’s still laughing and it’s probably her adrenaline still burning off.

“Stella-”

“What is this, round ten of me saving your ass? You should think about bringing me onto Squad-”

“Stella,” he chokes, a little louder this time. He can’t wait, maybe it’s the adrenaline, maybe it’s the fact they both just almost died (again), maybe it’s just all his feelings bubbling up inside of him all at once, but he can’t wait. He can’t wait for a weekend trip or a romantic date on a boat. “Stella I love you, and I’m sorry I spent the past couple days avoiding you. I was being an idiot, but I need you to know I didn’t mean to, I was just trying to figure something out-”

“Kelly, let’s not do this right now, we just survived jumping out a window to escape a flashover, let’s just-”

“Marry me.” Kelly blurts. He doesn’t want to wait a second longer. Stella’s eyes widen in shock like she’s completely taken off guard by the question. Even Kelly’s a little surprised with himself for throwing it out there so quickly and rashly and unromantically. He tries to think of a way to recover. “I mean- I love you Stella Kidd. In this job there are so many ups and downs and you never know what's going to happen- if you’ll make it home, but there’s one constant and that’s you. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you-”

“Yes! Kelly yes!” she gasps and grabs him and kisses him. “You idiot, yes I’ll marry you!”

“I was gonna ask you normally, I swear. I had the ring and a plan- ask Sylvie,” he mumbles, trying to justify what was probably one of the worst proposals in history. No one proposes on a fire scene.

“Is that why you were acting weird?” Stella asks, pulling away from him just a little. She looks relieved and amused.

He nods his head. He can’t stop shaking, and it occurs to him it’s probably because they’re standing in freezing cold water in January in Chicago. “I didn’t know how to do it, and didn’t mean to make you think something else was going on.”

“Kelly, it’s okay,” Stella promises, cupping his cheeks in her hands. There are tears in her eyes. “It’s okay.”

Then she’s hugging him again, and it’s the best feeling in the world

“We should probably get out of the pool now,” Stella says without lifting her head from where it’s tucking into his shoulder.

“Yeah,” he breathes. He can barely even feel the cold, either that or he just doesn’t care. The only thing that matters is that Stella said yes.

“You had one job, Severide,” Sylvie scolds, throwing a blanket over his shoulders as he climbs out of the pool behind Stella

“Yeah, and wasn’t it to get her to say yes?” he chuckles, shaking his head as the paramedic

ruffles his wet hair fondly.

“You crazy idiot,” Brett says fondly, shaking her head with an amused smile. “Looks like you got the freezing cold and wet engagement after all.”

***

“You two are both going to get checked out at Med, right now,” Casey says as soon as Severide and Stella walk around to the front of the house with Brett escorting them. He’s just now able to breathe at a normal rate. He’d thought for sure that they were both goners. Gallo and Ritter too. But by some miracle they’d all managed to find a place to bail out before the flashover happened. It was all to close for comfort. “And probably taking the rest of the shift off.”

“Casey-”

“That’s an order, Severide. You and Kidd just took a dive out a second story window into a pool. You’re getting checked out-”

“No, Case, she said yes,” Severide says with a grin.

“Yes to- wait-” Casey breaks off astonished. Only Kelly Severide would ask the love of his life to marry him after jumping out a window into a pool in the middle of january.

“And I need a best man.”

“Come here you!” Casey cries joyously, and grabs Severide. He doesn’t even care that the lieutenant is sopping wet. After everything he’s been through he deserves this, Stella too. “Of course I’ll be your best man! Congratulations you crazy son of a bitch!”

Severide laughs and gives Casey a slap on the back. “I had this whole plan, and then that happened and it just popped out!”

“We’ll celebrate after shift, but you two still have to go to the hospital,” Casey says. He hasn’t seen Severide this happy in a long time, he’s laughing and can’t stop smiling.

“And you’ve still got a house fire to take care of,” Severide says, gesturing to the house.

***

“Hey man,” Ritter says and sits down on the back bumper next to Gallo who is glaring into space. He looks angry and relieved all at once. “You okay?”

“We almost got cremated in there,” he says under his breath and shakes his head.

“But we didn’t, and hey, thanks for coming and getting me,” Ritter says offering his friend a water bottle. Gallo’s not the only one shaken up. Things could’ve ended really badly if Gallo hadn’t found him and if they hadn’t found that window.

“Of course,” Gallo says, finally blinking away his spacey expression to look over at Ritter, and rests a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll always come get you. I’m not leaving any more of my family to face fire alone.”

Ritter gives him a sad smile. “It’s that family, isn’t it?”

Gallo nods solemnly. “They just lost everything, and those kids might still lose their parents.”

“They got them out pretty quick, I’m sure they’ll be fine,” Ritter tries to sound reassuring, but the two parents had some pretty bad burns and severe smoke inhalation. Gallo turns away and keeps glaring, there’s something more bothering him than just the similarity to what happened to his family. “What else is bugging you?”

“It’s not just this family.”

“What do you mean?”

“The one on Christmas, the one with the three kids before that…” Gallo trails off and looks to the flaming house. Things seem to finally be dying down, 51 and the other engine companies on scene are hitting it with everything they got.

“Talk to me man,” Ritter presses. “You can’t bottle this stuff up or it’ll eat you alive.”

“I know, I just… I don’t know Ritter, something seems off to me,” he shrugs and takes a sip of water. “But I can’t put my finger on it. They’re all so familiar.”

“Because of the families?”

“No. Families live in houses, houses burn down. That’s not strange or out of the ordinary- so I mean I guess it is familiar, but not in the way I’m talking about,” Gallo replies, glancing at him.

“You think someone is setting these fires?” Ritter asks. He hasn’t noticed anything peculiar about the fires, they just seem like fires to him, different from the previous ones but just as deadly. But Gallo clearly sees a link between each of them, even if it’s just a gut feeling. He trusts his friend’s gut- that gut is what got them out of the fire today. And this fire almost got not only the two of them killed, but Severide and Kidd too, so even if it’s just a hunch, it’s a hunch worth looking into.

“I don’t know,” Gallo says and stands up. “I’m going to ask to stick around here to go over the scene with the arson investigator.”

***

“Chief, can I stick around and go over the scene with arson?” Gallo asks, approaching the chief as he waves 61 to leave the scene with Severide and Kidd.

“We’re a little short handed right now, Gallo,” Casey says without showing him a whole lot of attention. The chief looks happy and pleased- too happy and pleased for a chief that just almost lost four firefighters. “With Kidd going to the hospital truck is down to three people, so I can’t spare you. Sorry. But I’m not leaving 81 with a two man crew.”

“Chief, please,” Gallo pleads. He doesn’t know how to describe the chief, the feeling deep in his gut that there’s more to this fire, more to the other ones too.

“I can’t do it Gallo. I’ll let you know when arson finds the cause but I can’t spare you right now,” Casey says curtly, making it very clear that the conversation is over and that Gallo should go find something useful to do with his time.

“Yes sir,” Gallo mutters and starts to walk away but stops, not ready to roll over. “Chief, there’s something off about this, and the last couple fires we’ve had. I want to stay to look around for myself.”

Casey sighs. “You’re not staying, Gallo. We don’t have the man power. Besides, the reports for those fires already came out. They were accidental.”

“Chief, I’m telling you-”

“Gallo, this isn’t a discussion. And I know these fires probably hit close to home for you, but you’re not staying,” Casey says, shortly. He’s getting pissed, but so is Gallo.

“Don’t do that, please-”

“Gallo! We’re done talking about it. If you keep trying to argue, I will make you go sit in the truck.”

Gallo tightens his grip on his helmet that’s dangling from one hand. He wants to throw it, smash it against stuff, and shout, but he bites his tongue and decides to go help Ritter with his yard line instead.

“How’d it go?” Ritter asks, as he sets his stream on the house.

“He completely blew me off,” Gallo grumbles. “He’s going to regret it when I’m right.”

“That wasn’t a threat or anything right?” Ritter asks sheepishly.

“No, but he’ll see that I’m right,” Gallo replies and squats down on the hoseline behind Ritter to help him keep the thing steady.

“This call has been a lot, maybe when everything’s calmed down he’ll be more willing to talk about it,” Ritter suggests.

“I’m not holding my breath.”

***

“I just got off the phone with arson,” Casey says as Gallo slips into his office a couple hours after the fire. Matt had decided it was best for him to cool off a little before he tried going for round 2 talking about what happened on the scene with Gallo. “And they said it was an accident. The residents had a gas stove. The gas got left on and it got sparked.”

This seems to strike a cord with Gallo, but whatever the firefighter is thinking he doesn’t say it out loud. “What happened to the two parents?”

Casey ducks his head. He wishes he had better news on that front. “They didn’t make it.”

Gallo closes his eyes and lets out a slow breath.

“And I know you wanted to stay and look into that fire, but you have to understand where I’m coming from. And I can’t have you arguing with me on scenes.”

“And what about where I was coming from?” Gallo demands, he’s pissed and Casey can tell he’s trying to hold back shouting. It’s a valiant effort really.

“I have more firefighters to worry about than just you Gallo!”

“Yeah! And I’m not the only one who almost died back there! Ritter, Severide and Kidd were in there too!” Gallo claps back, finally losing his edge and raising his voice. “Just because everything ended up okay and you get to be your buddy’s best man doesn’t make that go away!”

“Go home Gallo.” Casey isn’t putting up with this. Gallo walks the fine line with insubordination just about every day, but he just took a flying leap over it. “And I would advise against saying anything else because I have yet to decide if I am going to write you up!”

“Fine! And maybe I’ll come back with a pink slip and transfer back to 90 where my captain at least listens to me!” Gallo snaps, raising his voice to a shout and before Casey can say anything else, he’s gone and closes the door behind him.

***

“I don’t mean to question your infinite knowledge, chief, but why’d you send my guy home?” Stella asks, slipping cautiously into Casey’s office. She can tell he’s still pissed about whatever went down in her absence. “Oh, me and Kelly got cleared by the way.”

“He crossed a line,” Casey says as Stella sets her and Severide’s discharge papers down on his desk.

“What kind of line?”

“Insubordination,” Casey replies, grudgingly. “He wanted to look into those fires, and then fought me when I said no.”

Stella nods her head. “Okay, but why not let him look into them?”

“I can’t let him now, that’d be rewarding bad behavior. He’ll make a habit out of it.”

“Chief, the kid’s got a good head,” Stella says after a moment of thinking. Arguing with the chief right now is risky, but she needs to have her people’s backs especially when they might be onto something. “Good instincts. Sure he’s a hot head too, but he’s not the only one.”

“What are you saying?” Casey sighs.

“If you think there’s a chance he could be right don’t let your hurt pride get in the way of letting him pursue it,” Stella replies coolly. “What if he’s right and you’re wrong and more people die? What if it’s one of us who dies next time?”

***

“Hey, You okay?” Ritter asks as Gallo opens the door for him. He came to check on his friend as soon as the shift got over.

“Not really,” Gallo says, and he’s angry. It also looks like he hasn’t slept since getting kicked off the shift. “Casey won’t listen to me, and I’m right.”

“Maybe if you tried apologizing-”

“I’m not apologizing to him!” Gallo snaps, cutting Ritter off mid-sentence.

“Before you jump down my throat would you hear me out?” Ritter asks patiently, deciding not to be insulted by his friend’s harsh interruption. “You don’t have to actually have to mean it. You just have to make Casey think you do-”

“Why? So he thinks he’s right?!”

“No, because locking horns with him and having a full on bull fight with him obviously isn’t getting you anywhere. You dig in, he digs in. You have to take a different approach, because the one you're taking now is gonna get you fired.”

Gallo lets out a frustrated sigh. “An apology isn’t going to get him to let me investigate, especially since the case is closed.”

“It’s closed already?” Ritter asks. He decides it’s best not point out that if the investigation is already closed then it probably wasn’t arson.

“Yeah.”

“What was the cause?”

“A gas burning stove. The gas was left on and sparked a fire,” Gallo replies. “That’s how my house burned down.”

“But the other two fires were a christmas tree catching on fire and a burner being left on,” Ritter points out.

“I know, but there’s a connection. I just don’t know what because I haven’t been able to look at any of the scenes.”

“Have you tried asking Severide? He’s a genius at arson investigation, and he’s got connections,” Ritter suggests. The squad lieutenant seems to have an appreciation for following hunches, and he’s probably the best investigator in the city.

“You think he’d help?” Gallo asks, perking up.

“I don’t know, but it wouldn’t hurt to ask. Plus he was one of the people who narrowly escaped that fire, so he probably feels pretty strongly about it too.”

“We’d still have to get approval from a chief to reopen the case, and Casey’s made it pretty clear that’s not happening.”

“Maybe just investigate on the down low, you know keep it under the radar until you have something solid to give him that proves your right,” Ritter says. He’s not sure if Gallo is right about all this, but he’s going to have his back with it and be there for him. “But I’d try the apology route first.”

#chicago fire #chicago fire fic #cf fic #brettsey fic #stellaride fic #oc fic #please reblog.#im too lazy to try to come up with a creative way to say it this week.

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9. Leon

It was getting dark, and with the fading sunlight, Leon and Claire grew more and more restless. So far, they had been lucky. All the foes that had crossed their path had been relatively weak and easy to handle. Things would not be as easy once the shadows fell over them.

Leon was worried. He noticed that Claire's movements were starting to slow down. She was growing tired. The woman would not say it, but it was pretty obvious.

"We should find refuge before the sun goes down completely," Leon said, stopping to look at Claire. "If you are correct, those monsters will come out as soon as the sun goes down."

"Uhm, you are right," Claire sighed.

"Besides, it's been a long day. We need to rest," Leon said, cleaning the sweat from his forehead. "We are both tired, and we need our strength to fight. Pushing ourselves to the limit is a stupid decision."

Claire rubbed her neck and sighed.

"You're right," she said, "The question is where?"

Leon looked at her. Claire was looking pale again, and her cerulean eyes showed what she refused to say.

Leon was not an expert at survival mode; that was probably more Chris's area, or perhaps even Claire's.

After walking around the cliff for a while, they found a small cave, hidden between some bushes. The entrance was small, which Leon thought was an advantage. It was easier to fend off enemies when they had something stopping them.

Leon made sure the cave was clear before they finally settled down inside. He picked up some branches and plants and made a makeshift door to camouflage the entrance. It would be useless to keep enemies out, but at least it would keep them concealed.

"So that's what the government teaches their agents? How to make woodland crafts?" Claire asked playfully.

Leon smirked, putting the "door" in its place.

"Sure," he answered in the same playful tone, "It's rule 4 in How to be an agent 101."

Claire laughed and rested her head against the wall, closing her eyes.

"Chris would kill us if he saw us," she whispered.

"Why?"

"Keep yourself focused. No time for jokes," Claire said in a low voice that tried to mimic Chris's grunt.

Leon laughed at the impression. It was perfect.

"Sounds about right," Leon laughed, "I can't picture Chris joking around in normal circumstances, even less in a mission."

"I keep telling him that sometimes a little humor is what you need to keep yourself going."

"Maybe he needs to learn. You should teach him."

"Uh, I doubt he will be willing to learn from me," Claire chuckled, "but Chris wasn't always like that, you know. He used to be a little more chill."

"Chill?" Leon said incredulously, "Is that even possible?"

Leon had always wondered how Chris and Claire, being siblings, could be so different and yet so alike at the same time. Claire was cheerful and charming; she always found a way to lighten the mood, and her whole personality made her an approachable person. Chris, well, Chris was just intimidating.

"You are one to talk. Each time I see you, you're grumpier than before," Claire said, resting her chin on her knees.

Leon sighed. Claire was right. After so many years of working with DSO, he had become more reserved and shut-in. Things only got worse after all the tragedies that Leon had found himself forced to witness. Then again, he was not the only one that had faced tragedies. Claire had her share of hardships, and yet, she was the same lovely woman he had met in that pit stop in Raccoon City.

"Then, maybe I should ask you to teach me, too," he snorted.

"What are you saying?" Claire said, rolling her eyes. "Sometimes, I feel like I should be more like you two."

Leon shook his head.

"You are perfect the way you are, Claire. It is enough with one Chris Redfield or me in this world. There's no need to add another one into the equation," he said, "and honestly, the world would be a better place with more people like you."

"If there were more people like me, the world would be chaos," Claire snorted bitterly,"I caused a lot of trouble because of my naiveness."

Leon looked at Claire. Her face was getting wrapped by the darkness, so he could not see her expression; however, her voice sounded mortified. Sometimes Leon forgot that Claire had her inner demons, too.

In his mind, Claire was that brave girl, filled with optimism, willpower, and a heart of gold. He sometimes forgot that she was human, too, and like any other human, she could feel doubt, fear, and grief.

"It sounds like you are too hard on yourself, Claire."

"And you, guys, are just too soft on me,"Claire sighed, "When I think back of all the things I've messed up…"

Leon was ready to say more, but a distant roar interrupted their thoughts. Leon reached for his gun, and he heard Claire do the same. The pair exchanged knowing looks and moved, quietly, towards the entrance to peek out through the makeshift door.

The forest was dark, barely lit by the dim light from the waning moon. A group of Plagas infected subjects wandered at some distance from them. None of them seemed aware of their presence, so Leon did not worry much about them, but the owner from the roar was what had him on edge.

They had a poor sight from their position, but Leon tried to scout the area the best he could.

At first, he didn't see anything, but then he felt Claire grab his arm. She was staring blankly at some rustling shrubs behind the group of Plagas.

The creature was the most horrible thing Leon had ever seen. The monster had pale skin, so pale that it almost looked like it glowed under the moonlight. The body looked stretched, and its back made a curve in a nasty deformed hump as it moved through the darkness on its black limbs. Pieces of tissue hung from its body as if it was falling apart. If the monster had eyes, Leon could not tell where they were. The face was a lump of bloodied meat with no distinguishable features aside from the largemouth filled with a row of yellow fangs.

The monster sniffed the air, and without warning, it jumped forward, snatching several Plaga infected and ate them with a roar.

That's new. I've never seen B.O.W.s eating each other.

Leon watched the gory show with a frown. The monster ate every Plaga carrier in the area, and once it had finished, it let out a roar and began to twist and contort on the ground.

"What the..." Leon whispered.

"It's mutating, I think..." Claire said from his side.

"Mutating?"

"Yes, that's how it looks."

Leon grimaced. Mutating monsters were never good news.

"Is it the one you saw yesterday?" he asked.

Claire shook her head.

"No, this one looks different."

The monster howled again, making a painful sound. The body twisted on the ground, and more pieces of tissue fell to the ground, revealing the raw muscle. By now, the creature looked like a giant licker, except for its head.

Leon was not sure of what had just witnessed, but there was something he was sure about that was not a monster he wanted to face if he could help it.

The pair watched the disfigured creature disappear into the darkness again, and both let out the breath they'd unconsciously held. Claire and Leon did not speak until they felt sure that the monster had left.

"I think I understand what you meant by bigger friends," Leon whispered, turning to the woman beside him.

Claire was calm, but Leon could see the horror hiding behind her beautiful aquamarine eyes. She gave him an ironic smile and shrugged.

"We didn't see anything like it during the day, so either we were lucky, or you are right, and they are nocturnal."

"B.O.W.s that come only during the night. Talk about nightmarish monsters..." Claire sighed, "I am just glad they didn't find us, but I've got the feeling that our luck won't be that good for too long."

"Well, we'll face it when it comes. Don't worry about it," Leon sighed.

They returned to the back of the cave and sat down quietly.

"How are you feeling?"

"Me?" she asked, surprised, "I'm peachy."

Leon looked at her skeptically.

"You can't fool me, Claire. You've been struggling since that climb we did," Leon said, "Is it your head? Is it bothering you again?"

Claire let out a vague snort and shook her head.

"I told you I didn't like hiking," she replied, "I am alright. My head bothers me a little when I am tired, but it's not bad. You should know how concussions work."

"Yeah," Leon sighed, "Try resting a little."

"I had my share of sleep yesterday," Claire said, shaking her head, "You must be exhausted, though. You didn't sleep at all. You should be the one taking a nap."

"I work better with less sleep," he half lied.

In reality, Leon knew he worked a lot better with five or six hours of sleep, perhaps even four. His senses seemed more alert under those conditions, but his body still needed the rest.

"Liar," Claire muttered. "You know you don't need to act all cool with me. Get some sleep, idiot. I'll take the first watch."

"Fine, but only if I can use your lap as a pillow," he joked, earning a soft smack on his arm.

"You are such a flirt, Leon. I guess that side of you has not changed," Claire chuckled. "Go to sleep, idiot."

"You know, I think you are the only person who dares to call me an idiot."

"Well, if I can call Chris an idiot, I can definitely call you an idiot."

Leon laughed. Claire had to be the bravest woman in the world if she dared to call the almighty Chris Redfield an idiot, but then again, Claire had a privileged position in Chris's eyes. Leon was sure that Claire was one of the few people, if not the only one, with whom Chris would never be mad at no matter what she did.

"Now, I have to argue about that. No one would dare call Chris an idiot, but you have special treatment."

"Do I get special treatment with you?"

"Maybe..." Leon smirked.

"Do you tell all your partners that?"

"Only those who I like. What? Getting bored with paperwork and considering a career as an agent?"

If Claire had been an agent like himself, he would have considered asking her to become his permanent partner. He worked well with Helena, but Claire had her charm; his mission would be a lot more enjoyable with her by his side, but Claire did not work for the DSO.

"Nah, I am not agent material. You know that, Leon?"

"What are you talking about?" he chuckled, "You were agent material even before I was. Rushing into Raccoon City in search of Chris and saving Sherry, and taking care of all of us..."

"You sure are sentimental today," Claire snorted. "What's up with you today?"

"Well, this brings back memories," Leon sighed, "Can you blame me?"

"It does?" Claire asked.

"Yeah. I think I kind of missed this."

"Sleeping in a cave surrounded by bloodthirsty parasitic entities and mutant monsters? I can't say I share the sentiment, but who am I to judge?"

Leon smirked at the comment. The darkness in the cave would not let the woman see his face, and he was somehow glad that it was like that since he was sure that he looked like a fool.

Leon leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes as tiredness began to engulf him.

"I was talking about you. I missed you, Claire," he muttered in an almost inaudible whisper.

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#Resident Evil #leon x claire #Cleon #leon s kennedy #leonx claire #claire redfield #my fanfiction #my fanfic writing

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dented-nado · 4 years ago

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For the requests “stay, please” with Batman x Harv(ey), only if you want:). I love you’re writing!

Post-Redemption Bruharv(ey)! Thank you for sending this in! Sorry it took me so long to fill!

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Bruce was concerned with how much time Harv(ey) was spending in their room. Since they had found out about Batman, and eventually been released from Arkham, they had taken Bruce up on his offer to house them knowing how difficult it would be for them to try and live a normal life on their own.

Harvey had greeted Bruce gratefully, and let him know how much they both appreciated it. But they were… quiet.

Bruce knew when he was quiet and shut himself in the room or the cave, something was wrong, or at least not well.

He had been pacing in a circle downstairs for at least 20 minutes knowing he should go up and talk to his friend… but not even beginning to know what to say or how to say it.

But he had to reach out… right? He’d promised to always be there for Harvey, so he couldn’t falter now, now that they were here within reach…

Bruce took a few deep breaths, bounced on his heels a few times to psych himself up and headed upstairs, counting the doors down the hall on the first floor to make sure he approached the right one and didn’t knock on an empty guest bedroom, feel like an idiot, and show himself to be a rich boy that didn’t know all the rooms in his own house.

He lightly knocked on the door. “Harvey? Harv? Is it okay if I come in?”

There was a slight pause, then a quiet “Yeah, it’s okay.”

Bruce waited a moment more for Harv to answer too.

“yeah.”

Harv had less words to say than Harvey, which wasn’t a good sign.

Bruce opened the door and stepped inside. Harv(ey) was sitting quietly on the bed knees to their chest and head perched on top. It seemed they had been lying on top of the blankets and hadn’t moved for a while.

He shut the door behind him and walked over, quietly sitting on the edge of the bed as he looked at his friend. For a moment he took slight notice in the novelty that they seemed to take the same sitting position Bruce did when he was down or nervous, then let the thought pass.

“Hey Harvey, Harv. You’ve been kind of quiet… is everything okay?” He asked, deciding to be blunt rather than beat around the bush.

“S’Fine.” Harv replied.

After a long pause, Harvey added. “Just tired is all.”

Bruce’s shoulders fell a little. There was something wrong. So, this is how others felt when he shut them out when he was obviously something going on.

Bruce furrowed his brows. “Is… Is there something I can do?” He suggested, quietly shifting to ready himself leave if necessary.

Something about the movement caused Harv(ey) to suddenly lunge forward and put their hand on Bruce’s. Harv looked down, slightly embarrassed, Harvey’s lips were pulled into a thin frown.

“Stay… Please” Harv barely whispered.

Bruce stared in shock for a moment before getting his bearings back and nodding. “Okay, Okay Harv I’ll stay.”

As Harv let go of his hand, Bruce shifted, slipping his shoes off so he could sit comfortably next to Harv(ey) on the bed. This time he took the initiative and took Harvey’s hand in his own.

“…I missed you this whole time you know.”

“Then realizing you were Batman… you had been there that whole time and I…” Harv grimaced and clenched his fists.

“I had hurt you.”

Bruce tilted his head sympathetically. “Harv… I’m okay.”

Harv shook his head. “You shouldn’t even be around me, after the things I did.”

“You didn’t know it was me Harv, you and Harvey both were sick, and I know Arkham didn’t give you the help you needed for a long time.” Bruce said trying to soothe.

“That… doesn’t feel like a good excuse.” Harv grumbled with a sigh.

“You’re probably the person I care most about in the world, to think that you suffered at any point because of me? Of us??” Harvey gripped Bruce’s hand a little tighter, leaning his head back as they closed their eyes.

“I don’t want you to beat yourself up over it Harv(ey), if you’ll recall, I hurt you too. It killed me inside every time I dragged you back to Arkham.” Bruce pointed out.

“You were doing the right thing, what excuse do we have??”

“How do we even begin to make amends??”

Bruce was at a loss for words. He didn’t know any other way to explain it to Harv(ey) that they didn’t need to beat themselves up. Once again… he felt a little bit like he was looking at a reflection of himself.

He nudged Harv(ey)’s arm. “Hey… I still care about you, about both of you… a lot.”

Harv gave him an odd look. “You’re nuts pretty boy.”

Bruce smiled. “Never said that I wasn’t!”

Harv huffed before chuckling.

“Cute.”

Bruce ignored the cute comment and decided to make an attempt at humor to maybe cheer his friend up.

“You know, if you want to ‘make up for it’ you could always go around punching criminals in a spooky outfit with me.” Bruce teased with a lopsided smile.

Harv(ey) raised their eyebrows.

“I know your joking, but I would gladly be a vigilante with you and kick the crud out of people.”

Bruce stared at him. “buh… but…. You… want to???”

“What would I even be? Batman number 2?”

Bruce snorted. “You could be your own thing, not just a second batman.”

“Two Bats are better than one.” Harvey suggested with a smirk.

“I mean… what else have I got to do?”

Bruce shook his head. “I could give you a job at my company.”

“You’re sweet Bruce, but Harv doesn’t want to do a desk job or anything that involves paperwork ever again.” Harvey admitted. “Not to mention the whole attorney thing that I put a lot of time into being able to do is kind of impossible now.”

Bruce nodded. “Ah… well that makes sense. But you don’t have to do what I do, maybe you could take up…” Bruce froze, what were normal hobbies. “…Rock… collecting?”

Harv poked Bruce’s cheek. “You were struggling to come up with a normal hobby, weren’t you?”

“No…” Bruce lied.

Harv(ey) smirked at him.

“…Yes.” Bruce admitted.

“I mean if you don’t want me to join your band of merry bat-men you’re welcome to say so, but maybe it’d be a constructive release for Harv, plus, he knows how criminals think.” Harvey suggested, hand now sliding around Bruce’s shoulders.

“Besides… I’d feel good to make up for being an asshole by fighting for and protecting my favorite pretty boy.”

Bruce turned a bit red but immediately went into Batman strategizing mode. “It… would be useful… and it’d be nice having you as a partner… er… co-worker.”

Harv seemed to grin. “Partner huh?”

Bruce leaned away and turned even redder. “Co-Worker.”

“You said partner first, no take-backs.”

Bruce grumbled.

“Is this the part where we say, “I do”?”

Bruce smiled despite himself as Harvey’s hand migrated to his waist.

“You’re silly.”

“Between you and Mr. Serious-Lawyer over here, someone has gotta bring some levity… and have the guts to do the flirting.”

Bruce inhaled sharply. Harv really was way more outwardly flirtatious than Harvey.

“Oh, right yes good.” Bruce stammered out quickly.

“Hey Bruce…?” Harvey interjected.

Bruce collected himself and snapped to attention. “Yes?”

“Thanks for checking in on us.” Harvey said, pressing his and Bruce’s foreheads together.

Bruce was immediately taken back to before Two-face, before Batman, when Harvey used to do this to quietly show his affection or would gently put his hand on the top of his head. The memories made him smile, his mind go a bit fuzzy and his heartbeat pick up just a little bit.

“Of course. Always Harvey, Harv… always.”

#twobats #twobats for the price of one #bruharvey #batman #bruce wayne #harvey dent #harv dent #two face #post redemption AU #dc #dc fanfic #my writing #prompt fill

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wonderland-in-bloom · 5 years ago

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the leaders and i

[7 dorm leaders x reader]

@innerherringprunepickle asked: U-u-um m-may i-i h-have a r-r-request o-on a-all dorm leaders x fem shy reader who is scared, timid, insecure, coward but kindhearted, gentle, sweet, cute, empathy, understanding, doesn't look down on people's flaws and softspoken. Also, she doesn't have friends because of her timid and quiet nature and s/o is the MC who transport to this world. Pls.

okie! and just a heads up gais i’m sorry if i write really slow recently. i have a heckkk ton of requests (which i’m honestly so grateful for and y’all friggin made me cry aaaa) and i really wanna give you guys the best quality of my work and also things that really make you all happy. so please please please be patient with me! of course i have other things to do out of this blog too, but of course i’ll still try my best to update everyday. i hope you guys understand :))

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“SUMIMASEN.” you muttered quietly as you accidentally bumped into one of your seniors in savanaclaw. “tch, watch where you’re going. first year.” he scoffed. “you really gotta respect your seniors.” it’s not like you were bumping into him on purpose or anything. “i’m sorry senpai. it won’t happen again.” he cornered you in the hallway with all students crowded around you. it was too crowded no one saw what was happening. “oi. what the hell are you doing, dumbass?” you snapped your head up to see the one and only, dorm leader of savanaclaw, leona kingscholar. he was approaching the both of you and that’s when your senior moved away from you. “prefect leona..!” he gulped, sweat trickling down his forehead. “it was just a minor incident..!” leona growled. “you dare disrespect the newbie who can’t use magic? let alone a lady.” your senior did a perfect 90 degree bow and apologized. eventually he ran away, leaving you alone. you exhaled a sigh of relief. “kingscholar-senpai. thank you.”

“tch he’s just an idiot after all. ruining savanaclaw’s name.” he looked around at the now empty hallway. “where are your friends? not heading to class together?” you shook your head. “a-actually i don’t...really have any friends.” you muttered the last part. of course with leona’s careful ears he picked up what you said. “hah? is that so?” he sighed. “well if you have no one to go to class with, let’s just ditch and go somewhere.” you pouted. “i mean...i have no class right now...so why not?” you smiled. leona led the way and you just followed behind him. “king...kingscholar-senpai? where exactly are we going?” you spoke in a volume which was actually to soft to be heard. “i’m taking you somewhere you can just relax okay? no matter how much the owner’s a slimy bastard.” he muttered. you arrived in an odd looking place surrounded with different types of decor which resembled corals and sea shells. leona said it was called the mostro lounge. “ah! leona-kun! what a surprise! areee~is that newbie-chan?” you gulped and hesitantly took small steps to where octavnielle’s dorm leader, azul ashengrotto, was. leona noticed your discomfort and slung his arm around your shoulder. “just relax.”

“tsk, can’t shut up can you, slimy bastard?” the man in the glasses just chuckled at this. “why that’s a new nickname leona-kun. care for anything to drink? newbie-chan?” you cleared your throat. “it’s (y/n).” you spoke softly, which caused azul’s eyes widened. “so you do speak! and not to mention you have a lovely voice.” you just nervously chuckled. “thank you...i don’t get that a lot...” azul shook his head. “why someone with an alluring voice as your’s just makes me want to...” he trailed off and cleared his throat. “would you two like anything to order? or...are you here for a contract perhaps..?” leona just sighed. “can you get us water or something for now?” he snapped. “oh i’ll get those two to do it. i want to have a conversation with the both of you.” and that conversation was filled with azul and leona just bickering with each other. sometimes you had a small input but they could barely hear you. you hated this. just speak up me! of course you tried to. but it didn’t work. “what’s this? an informal dorm leader meeting?” you three snapped your head around to meet the dorm leader of heartslabyul, riddle rosehearts. “ah~riddle! here for that contract huh?”

“we leave that matter for next time.” he brushed azul off and noticed you sitting next to leona. “ah, you’re (y/n) aren’t you?” you nodded. “nice to meet you.” you smiled softly and spoke softly as well. how gentle, riddle thought to himself. “well then, what are you doing here if you’re not here for that matter.” azul questioned. “well originally i was. but seeing we have company...” riddle glared at leona “we can have that discussion for another time.” and so riddle joined the conversation between the three of you. it was better this time, considering he asked you more questions. you got more comfortable with riddle being there and you were able to say something when you got the chance. “yooo! i managed to leave class early. i-eh, wait where’s idia?” you noticed in the front door to the lounge, the dorm leader of scarabia, kalim al-asim. “he’s not here. obviously.” leona scoffed. “ehhhh, but he wanted to meet me here.” he pouted. “anyways what are you four talking about?” he bounced all the way to your table. “(y/n)-chan here was just telling us about her whole experience with that racoon dog...thing...” kalim laughed. “oh the cat that burnt my butt on the first day.” you giggled. “it doesn’t hurt though right? grim really said sorry for it.” kalim smiled and waved his hand. “no, no! of course not! ne, ne, (y/n)-chan, are you enjoying your stay so far?”

truth be told. you weren’t. ever since the first day up to today, you were dreading every moment of it. however, since leona stood up for you, azul was nice enough to get you both something, riddle opened conversations for you, kalim was so cheerful and asked you tons of questions, you started to like it here. you never knew the dorm leaders were so nice. “ever since today actually...yeah. i really do.” you smiled. all the dorm leaders felt as if their heart skip a beat. cute. “come now, epel-kun, we need to teach you the different arrays of table manners-huh.” vil schoenheit, the dorm leader of pomefiore stepped inside the lounge to see you and four other dorm leaders sitting in a table and smiling at each other. “oh my, was this a party i wasn’t invited to?” when vil saw you, he left rook and epel confused at a table alone and went straight to you. “oh my, darling, you have such silky hair. please tell me what product you use.” he took a strand of your hair and admired it.

you flinched a little and your face was bright red. “u-uhmm..just normal shampoo?” vil then started complimenting every single thing about you. even the things about yourself you thought were somehow off. you were now beginning to have a really good conversation with all of them. you were able to answer, ask, and even crack a joke or two when a chance came up. suddenly kalim’s phone rang. it was idia shroud, the dorm leader of ignihyde. “ah! idia! join us for a chat!” kalim put his phone on speaker mode. “n-nice to meet you...shroud senpai.” you spoke to the phone. “ah? are you the new girl?” you nodded but forgot he wasn’t there to see you. riddle took notice of this and chuckled at how cute you were. “yeah. i am.” with idia, the conversation continued all night long. you were starting to get drowsy and tomorrow was a school day. “oh my, it seems our dear (y/n)-chan is getting sleepy. why not we call it a day.” azul spoke. you were honestly thankful for him. you waved each and every one of them goodbye with a large grin plastered on your face. aren’t there seven dorms though....not six? you thought to yourself. you ignored that thought and started heading back to the ramshackle dorm.

“grim’s going to kill me for staying out too late without getting him any food.” you noticed a tall figure lingering in front of the dorm. he looked shocked to see you. “a human..?” he had horns. how odd. “aren’t you...malleus draconia?” he smirked. “you seem to know me. yet you don’t cower in fear. how odd.” he started walking away from the dorm as you entered through the gate. you missed a step however and almost fell face first into the dirt. however a green mist covered your body and helped you stand upright. “please be careful, (y/n). i’ll be seeing you around.” and with that, he left. how did he even know my name?!

you tossed and turned in bed that night. you glanced out the window. just like every other night. you wanted to go back home, to your own world. but today, after meaning the seven dorm leaders, you’re not so sure you still want that to happen.

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aaaaa im not too proud of this one ;-; i’m going to listen to some chill songs later to try and get inspiration hehe. have a good morning/night guys :))

love, a♕

#twisted wonderland #night raven college #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #pomefiore #scarabia #ignihyde #octavinelle #diasomnia #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #azul ashengrotto #malleus draconia x reader #twisted wonderland oneshots #twisted wonderland imagines

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monstaxardeur · 4 years ago

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Dom Wonho love making !!

Warnings: Mature

It was late and the night was a little hot, the a.c was humming and you sank back in the chair reading the files and notes even though husband dearest told you not to since you often couldn't handle the court case stories. You both were a very empathetic couple and so Wonho often requested you to keep away so at least one of you had your sanity intact. This current case wasn't anything extreme, but slandering of women's characters by their significant others was so common, you made a disgusted face closing the file. "So that's where you snuck to." Wonho spoke standing by the door frame still in his dress pants and button down shirt with an extra button undone. "It's hot isn't it ", you teased and watched him smirk while having his flavored malt, your big guy never drank, he didn't like it one bit, you however indulged at times. "You didn't say anything about seeing me in the courtroom." He asked rather honestly, you paused and looked away taking a deep breath. Wonho finished his glass and set it down before asking concerned, "Was it something I said there?" You smiled and shook your head fiddling with a post it note "Oh no it wasn't anything like that, it just; you- I mean.." You stopped and walked over to him and he made a confused face because he was curious now about your strange behavior. "You looked hot." That's all you said while feeling your face go red as you hid your embarassed face in your palms and Wonho's face lit up at first, he found it so amusing. He playfully tried to get you to look at him reaching for your hands but you just face planted in his chest groaning at your silly remark. Wonho's soft whispers in your ear became low as he asked, "Well will you tell me, did I get you hot and heavy." You refused now more than ever to look at him, you could tell from his voice he wasn't your sweetheart husband right now. His tone and talking mode sort of changed to that domineering one he had in the court room today. He tipped your chin and you were met with his darkened gaze and that damned smile that made your knees weak. His arms snaked around you pulling you closer and locked you in his grip. He was waiting for you to speak, his thumb brushing over your pink pout, "I am waiting for an answer." He spoke extra slow, his index finger tracing a line between your neck and all the way till the neckline of your night shirt. You opened your mouth to whisper out a soft 'Wonho' but he took your lips in a rather bruising lingering kiss. It wasn't gentle like his usual self it was a tad bit rough, he continued to leave open mouthed kisses across your jaw and stopped to be extra slow over that weak spot in the hollow of your neck. You let out a whimper, hands running through his blond hair.

He was effortless when he lifted you and on cue you wrapped your legs around him. He didn't place you on the bed, no, instead he had you against the window in the pitch dark room, the barely there light that illuminated the room from the window clearly showed the floor length mirror that was right across you. You felt that knot in your belly as it coiled. "Like what you see?" he cocked an eye brow as he easily lifted your shirt over your head and kissed you more deeply. You struggled to get his shirt undone but you managed to catch a glimpse of the way the shirt was hanging off his shoulders in the mirror and you cursed, 'oh fuck!' Wonho was so smug in that moment he knew exactly what was happening. You spread your legs a little more and bucked your hips wanting to feel some friction through your soft cotton panties. "My baby is so impatient, did you want me to be stern with you? Like how you saw me this morning?" He pushed the fabric aside inserting his digits inside while his thumb made lazy circles on your bud. "Were you imagining me between your legs in the courtroom this morning?" You threw your head back hands clutching on to his undone shirt wanting more of his ministrations inside of you. With your neck exposed he found himself sucking marks on to you all the while his fingers pace increasing. Arching your back you felt yourself come undone letting out a soft slur of moans. He watched your head thrown back and you panting and he brushed your hair away from your face. "You're so sweet love, you taste so sweet." He whispered against your lips and you wrapped your arms around him, kissing him crazy and rushed to get his shirt off of him. He always had a proud feeling when he saw you break your restraints and become a spoiled mess asking him for more. He couldn't contain his grin like "I'm all yours sweetheart, I'll take care of you, I promise."

He picked you up and dropped you on the bed eventually. The way this man showered you with body worship had you sigh so deep in love, your hands tracing over his bare shoulder musceles as he discarded ur dainty undergarment. He latched himself on to your mounds and earned needy moans from you. You'd gotten tired of feeling just his clothed bulge and helped him out of his confines. If you were honest you loved being skin to skin with him, it felt intimate and you wondered if this feeling was normal or if it resonated with you two on a deeper level. As he'd stood to get rid of all article of clothing you gave his member a few strokes and watched him furrow his brows and scrunch his face. You left fluttery kisses over his torso before turning them into wet kisses. You slowed down on your strokes and he couldn't handle the teasing. Grabbing your wrists he pinned them over your head with one hand and hooked your leg with another. He'd aligned himself with you and bottomed out inside of you, the stretch making you a heap of moaning mess. He eventually let go off your hands and gripped your hips as he started moving with slow movements at first to find a rythm. With your head thrown back you could see him in the mirror, white knuckled grip leaving crescent indents into your skin as skin slapped against skin and the sight alone had you squirm from the building pleasure. You'd forgotten how vocal you'd become, your whimpering cries from euphoric bliss were driving Wonho off the edge. His eyes were lust hazed and watching himself disappear inside you made him groan. He let go off you and had you flip over on your front before moving in you again, his fingers threading in your hair and fisting them slowly making sure he's not gripping harshly, with gentle ministrations everywhere else and deep thrusts inside you, he picked up his pace. "Please don't stop.." You managed to mumble out face buried in the sheets. You were close and clutched onto the fabric beneath you. You suddenly felt his soft kisses over your shoulder, your skin burned and between your moans you mumbled his name endlessly in hushed whispers. He entwined his hands over yours as he rutted into you and grunted getting erratic. You came undone and convulsed from pleasure and he came right after, skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat. He stayed inside you for a while and buried his face in your neck hands wrapping around your frame in a needy embrace. He was your soft hubby again the one that loved you so sweetly and deeply. He kept planting soft kisses over your skin. When he pulled out, you turned in his arms to face him. You two shared lazy kisses while lying there bare and pleasured. "You're too sweet to me your honor." you joked and Wonho smiled silly planting another swift kiss and then buried his face in your chest. "You know I love you right?" he mumbled softly and looked up with puppy eyes at you. "You're an idiot but you're my idiot." he remarked on your cheesy joke further and buried his face again. He didn't see you gasp but then you smacked his head lightly, "That's my line." He only chuckled unphased by your smack.

After a moment of comforting silence you two dragged yourselves to change, you took this chance to steal his button down shirt. His phone could be heard faintly ringing from across the hallway and you asked as he put on his sweats, "Won't you come to bed?" He helped button up your shirt and planted a soft kiss on your temples, "I have work but you should rest." You nodded but stopped him briefly, "You know I love you too right?" and he clutched his heart in a playful manner.

Yeah he was definitely your idiot, a lawyer husband who had the softest heart and his love was as deep as the ocean, all for you.

#wonho #monsta x scenarios #monsta x imagines #wenee #monsta x #lawyer husband

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extremelyblackandwhite · 5 years ago

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i wanna know what love is

Pairing: rockstar! sebastian stan x writer!reader

Warnings: sebastian is a bit of a prick in this one

A/N: uni is now at home, nothing do, cleaned to whole room three times and watched my guilty pleasure movie rock of ages. so i decided to write some fanfic about it. hope you enjoy it x

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It had been the most prolonged four hours of her whole life. Between crying children to the man sat next to her, always trying his luck, Y/N had started to completely lose her sanity. Luckily for her, she now had her feet down on the ground, LA ground much to her excitement. She had finally managed to get her first interview with someone who was pretty much considered a rock god for most people with the magazine she’d grown up reading.

However, after standing outside the famous Vixen Bar for almost 3 hours in a memorable LA freezing night, she was starting to wonder if her editor in chief had just played a cruel joke on her. It wouldn’t be the first time Jason had sent her out to catch imaginary stories.

- Excuse me. - she tapped the shoulder of one of the bouncer’s who made her jump once he turned to face her. He was tall enough to crush her with just one hand and the courage she had gathered to complain about her situation vanished. - I’m ... I’m with ...

- Rolling Stone. - he said pointing at the lanyard she had around her neck with her carrying her Rolling Stone press pass. His face softened, which made her breath calm down significantly. - Why didn’t you say so, Miss ...

- Wiley, Y/N Wiley. - she extender her hand to him, trying to be the most professional she could. She could do this, she was a good writer, she could write an article, she could do this. - I’m afraid it’s my first time ... here.

- First time in LA? - he guided her onto the inside of the club, which was a drastic change from the outside. It was sweating hot inside without any sort of heating, people were clustered and bumping against each other, some even behind the bar, and the music was overwhelming. She could see the spirit bottles on the shelves moving and trembling due to how loud it was. Everywhere she looked, there were people dancing and people doing things which she would never dream of doing in public. The odd smell of smoke and MJ, along with sweat, seemed to be the only thing that her senses could pick up. This was definitely different from what she knew.

The bouncer guided her to the back where a few girls along with a man were clustered outside a wooden door with a red star that seemed to have slowly faded over time turning into a mix of wood and red colouring. The bouncer told her to wait where she was as he went to speak to the man in the middle of all the girls. He was short and chubby with a head of hair that seemed to be receding and balding on the top and a sense of style that looked taken straight of Hugh Hefner’s wardrobe.

- Jeff Williams, mam. - he presented himself, giving her a toot aching smile and extending his hand which she shook. - Where’s Margaret?

- Uhm Margaret is not coming. I’m Y/N Wiley, my editor sent me here to interview ...

- Another new girl. - he rolled his eyes, turning on his back to walk to the red star door, giving it a few harsh knocks before popping his head in. The bouncer gestured her to come closer to the door, which was now fully open. She walked inside what looked like a fresher’s university room filled with empty bottles of whiskey, rum and beer along with bits of rolling tobacco sprinkled in some areas of the floor and some girls by the minibar. The man who had spoken to her before walked to the couch where a man was laying down, hat on top of his head seemingly sleeping. How was he sleeping in the middle of such a messy atmosphere she didn’t know, what she did know was that all of this was a far cry from what she had envisioned a rock star’s room to look like. After all, he certainly could afford to have someone at least vacuum the room. - Seb, Rolling Stone is here.

- You can’t just fucking leave me alone, can you? - he lazily pushed the hat off his face, locking eyes with Y/N. He had shoulder-length shaggier hair, much longer than what she had seen in old magazines, with dark bags under his electric blue eyes which seemed to want her more dead than alive. - Where’s Margaret?

- They sent her they say her name is Wavey .. Whinney?

- Wiley. - Y/N cleared her throat, trying to gain as much courage as she possibly could. - My name’s Y/N Wiley, I was sent here by my editor to talk about your departure from Fever.

- Well, I’ll leave you two to it. - Jeff turned to Sebastian, pointing the finger at him as to intimidate him, but it looked to have no effect. The man seemed to either not care or just fully drunk on what she guessed were the many empty bottles on the floor. - Play nice.

He walked off the room, calling for the girls who whined as they followed the chubby man waving their goodbyes to the man standing in front of her. The door forcibly shut, making her hold onto her pad and recorder even tighter. She kept trying to tell herself she could do this, she had graduated top of her close, she was a good writer, and good writers can interview and write about everyone.

- You’re too young to be a senior writer, who did you have to suck off to get this job? - he sat back on the couch, grabbing a half-empty bottle of what seemed to be rum. She furrowed her eyebrows, trying to process if what she heard was what he had said. - Are you gonna be standing up all time?

- I’m an intern. - she said sternly, taking place on a chair by a table full of more empty bottles. - However, Mr Stan, this interview is about you not about me.

- 5 minutes. - he replied, eyes lingering over at his watch.

- Sorry, what? - she opened her pad and pressed record on her recorder. He had to be joking.

- You’re losing time, sweetheart.

- Right. - she looked over at the notes she had taken about him before it. Her hands were shaking and what she was once proud of calling her organised notes looked like pure rubbish to her now. - You ... you are one of the most famous figures in contemporary rock music, writing big hits which went on to sell millions of copies, why ... why did you decide to become a musician?

- Felt like it. - he shrugged, taking another sip from his rum bottle. - Do you always dress like a child or ...

- With such success with a band, why are you leaving now when the group is doing better than before? - she ignored his previous judgment, skipping ahead so she would have enough material to write about him when all she wanted to do is brand him as a cocky god complex owning idiot.

- Well, you see ... - he cleared his throat, grabbing the recorder from the table where it stood. - I think due to the constant change within the music industry, the difference in cultural trends and when you think of blah blah blah and blah blah blah ... Four minutes.

He broke into laughter, staring at her as if expecting her to laugh right back or rush out of the door, but she stood there. She stood there, holding onto her pass as if she wanted to rip it and strangle him with it.

- You know, sweetheart, you are not good at this writing thing.

- You know, sweetheart ... - she mocked his tone. - Some people have said that you’ve become quite challenging to work with. That you’re consistently late, you’re reclusive, sometimes even nonsensical.

- And who are those people who are speaking about and what do they know about me?

- Well, I’m talking about your band.

- Let me tell you something, Miss Wiley. I know me better than anybody else. Better than my group, better than the media and much better than those stupid notes you have with you. I know me because I am me. Three minutes.

- Do you think that because you’re shut off so many people in your life and avoided changing your behaviour that your only choice is to go solo? - she switched into attack mode which seemed to surprise the man standing next to her who placed the bottle right down with enough force to break it.

- Is your daddy rich, is this why they gave you the job?

- Right ... - she grounded herself once more, not expecting her very first job to be this harsh but understanding why no one else had tried to steal her place to interview Sebastian Stan. - You were born in Romania raised by a single mother. Dropped out of high school at 17. When you were 19 you met your ...

- Time. - he looked at the clock, getting up from his seat.

- When you met your bandmates in this very club ...

- I said time. - he stopped the recorder. He gestured the men who were guarding the door to open it. - You can go now and next time don’t dress like a school teacher.

- Final question. - Y/N got up following him as he walked to the bar to grab another bottle of the millions he had. He turned to face her, a red bottle in hand along with a look of pure carelessness. - What happens when you realise that you have become a joke for new coming artists?

- You have no idea what’s it like to be me, Miss Wiley. - he snapped the cap of the bottle, pouring himself a shot and downing it in record time. She had to give it to him, it was a rather exciting time.

- Well then here’s your chance. What’s it like to be THE Sebastian Stan?

- I don’t know honey, maybe you should check your notes or call someone who can do this job properly.

At this moment the chubby man from before made a bee-line towards the two of them which were ready to start a brawl, except one of them was way too professional to do something.

- Right, I hope you got everything you wanted you can ... - the man was interrupted by Y/N stepping forward, nerves straight off the window.

- You are not misunderstood at all.

- Why don’t you tell me what I am then? - he raised his brow at her, a smug smile on his face.

- You’re a man-child stuck in a rut who refuses to acknowledge the fact that he lost his career due to careless behaviour.

- I love it when you talk dirty.

- You know Sebastian, you used to be great. All the musicians I know wanted to be you, but whatever made you great is far far gone.

- That’s right, give it to me rough. - he chuckled at her, not caring about anything of what she was saying.

- Now you are just another rocker asleep at the wheel, singing the same songs you wrote years ago. And as long as you have this team that keeps supplying you with alcohol and girls, they’re gonna keep you asleep, and you’ll eventually drive off a cliff and be removed from music history.

- Line crossed. - the chubby man grabbed her arm. - Time to go, Miss Wiley.

- Don’t touch me. - she shook her arm away from him. - You used to write great songs, you used to be great ... What happened?

- You know what, I’m calling your editor. - Jeff grabbed his phone from his pocket, dialling his number. - Jason, great guy, we’re friends. I’ll fix this for you, Sebastian.

- Get out. - he spoke in an almost whisper-like tone, eyes glued to hers virtually as if he didn’t dare to blink.

- My words exactly, mate. This interview is over. - Jeff put his hand over the phone, gesturing at one of the guards to come and grab her.

- No, no, no. Not her. - he pointed at Jeff. - You. All of you.

- Copy that. Everybody out. - he gave her an almost death threatening look as even the guards left the room, leaving the two of them completely alone. Sebastian scanned through his drink cabinet, grabbing a bottle and pouring two shots, sending one her way.

- I don’t drink, thank you. - she pushed it right back to him, hearing him mutter ‘have it your way’ before downing both of them. - Are you gonna answer any of my questions or ...

- Off the record, you’d make an excellent groupie. - he said and like that the straw finally broke her back and she turned on her heels and stormed off the room.

- Wait ... Wiley ... - he followed her until the door. - WILEY! Come back tomorrow.

- I’d rather not. - she turned on her heel, knowing precisely what to write once she got back to the hotel.

- Promise it’ll be worth your while and maybe you’ll impress your editor.

- You’re a drunk, why should I trust you?

- Because you’re an intern who wants to be a senior writer.

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan au #sebastian imagine #seb imagine

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alternateafterthought · 5 years ago

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Blood Moon

> Pairing: Werewolf Min Yoongi x Reader

> Summary: There were things Y/N loved and hated. Like any normal person, she loved and hated things. After adding something she once loved to her hate list, it's time for her to have a little fun. And Y/N's blood would allow her to have a lot of fun, as would anyone with powerful magic as she has. But is having fun with a werewolf worth it to a witch?

> Genre: Werewolf!au, romance, smut, angst, fluff, violence

> Warnings: Swearing,

> Word Count: 1511

> A/N: Hey guys... here is the first part of my Min Yoongi Werewolf fic!! This will be a series that will end up having all the BTS members!! But we are going to start with our SUGA!! I would really appreciate your feedback on this fic!! ALSO those who wish to be added to an eventual tag list, please leave a comment or an ask or message me!! Thank you so much for your support!!

Everyone has different love and hate things in their lives. Y/N personally loves Sal's over easy egg and sausage sandwich at Mama Mae's on the East side of town. Sal was Mama Mae's second husband and had the best recipe for sausage, also Y/N had a suspicion he might be a witch. Putting something only magic could bring out in his food, even if he swore up and down it was love.

Oh, right... Y/N had something she hated too. Hate is a strong word, and not to be used lightly in any situation. But fuck that. And fuck that man. He didn't even deserve to be remembered by name. Hate was a simple word to describe him.

And Y/N hated him.

Hated that he put her through this. Hated that everyone knew. Hated that they all know.

They were supposed to be her family. All they did was lie about the fact he was fucking some other chick and then talk about it like they were sorry for her.

Well fuck them.

Y/N was done trying to be the perfect girl. She was going to show them exactly who she really was, and show him exactly what he always missed out on. Y/N wasn't as stupid as they all thought she was, even if some of her decisions weren't always the best. They always turned out right in the end.

Violet and Sana, the only two women in the entire world who cared for Y/N, had both agreed to Y/N's plan. They didn't hesitate to bring out THE dress, pre-drinks now just 8 shots and counting. She looks well put together, a lot more nicer to look at then the mess she felt inside.

"Are you ready?" Violet ask as they stepped out of the uber, everyone lined on the streets looking at them.

It was obvious they didn't belong here. From the way their eyes almost glowed in the dark, from the tattoos that littered their skin. Anyone, even the humans in this town, knew what those markings meant.

What would witches be doing on this side of town?

"I'm so ready to forget my own name."

By 2am, Y/N was in full party mode. A thin layer of sweat covers every inch of expose skin, the last drink really had a buzz to it. Though Y/N had been adding a little something extra to her own drink, something only magic could add. And in the hopes of forgetting his name completely, getting that final break, a little magic was perfect.

The one thing that could completely ruin Y/N's night, just showed up.

He was tall, dark, handsome and so wrong. It was why she fell in love with him. He was so wrong and dangerous and everything her parents warned her against. And anything to rebel against her parents was always what she chose.

She should have listened to them.

"Y/N..." Sana now stood in front of Y/N, Violet holding onto her arm as they stood in the middle of the dance floor. "It's okay, right?"

"He can flaunt her and fuck her all he wants." Y/N looked between her two concerned best friends. "Tonight is about letting go."

"You want another drink?" Sana asked with a knowing smile.

"Or do you want that wolf who hasn't stopped staring at you since we walked in?" Violet gestured behind Y/N.

Y/N followed Violet's line of sight over her shoulder and caught the eyes of someone very powerful. Everyone in this town knows the 7. The unmistakable intensity that could only be Min Yoongi stared at her.

Y/N wouldn't say it was unfortunate, but there was a history there that not even Y/N wanted to touch tonight. She knew why he seeked her, why he seemed to be calling her with his eyes, but what's a girl to do?

With the look of the biggest mistake of her life, walking her way with a cocky smile. It was safer for her to move towards Yoongi who sat in a VIP section with the rest of the 7. Each of them seeming to enjoy the night, dancing, drinks being passed around, women throwing themselves at them.

A few knowing steps away from her friends, Y/N smirked at them, their code kicking in. They didn't have to look for her anymore, they just had to enjoy their night. She would handle herself. Y/N was a big girl.

Before Y/N could fully make her way towards the 7, someone reached out and gripped her arm. Y/N knew who it was, she could smell him. It used to be the most calming smell in the world to her. Now it was just bitter and made her sick.

"Y/N..."

Y/N ripped her arm out of his grasp, turning face to face with the man in question. He at least had the decency to look sad. It just didn't reach his eyes.

"What?" Y/N eyed him, not caring that the closest people to them had stopped, trying to listen in on the obvious tension.

"What are you doing here?" He ask. "You know your not allowed here."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, leaning back on her right leg, hands on her hips. The skin tight dress a second skin, helping to keep her body together, keeping her heart from bursting out of her chest. The heels she wore making her the same height as the man in front of her.

"Oh baby..." Y/N smiled mischievously. "You really don't know... do you?"

"Know what?" He asked confused.

"3 years. 3 years together and your still so stupid." Y/N shook her head, her hair moving, slightly stuck to her sweaty body.

"Is there a problem here?" The deep, familiar voice asked from behind her.

Everything around seemed to become quiet. Y/N just realised the music had stopped playing, the drinks had stopped flowing. Y/N saw that Sana and Violet stood closer to her, eyeing the fact that this idiot in front of her actual bought friends. He really bought witches to a wolf bar.

"Who are you?" He asked the man behind behind Y/N.

Y/N just sighed before the man moved closer to her, placing a hand around her waist. He pulled Y/N towards him, and Y/N let him. She knew the game. She helped invent the game. It was the only thing to save her now.

"He a friend of yours?" Yoongi's deep voice ask in Y/N's ear, loud enough for him to hear.

"No," Y/N finally turned to look at Yoongi, so close to her. "Just a mistake."

"You have one chance to ask him to leave. Or I ask him." Yoongi warned, Y/N saw the rest of his pack moving to back him up.

"He's not my business." Y/N shrugged, looking back at the obviously angry man in front of them. "I'll be sitting over there."

Yoongi saw Y/N point towards where he had been sitting. He was just glad she didn't blame him. He would do anything to give his life up for Y/N to have her sister back.

Y/N saw it, she saw it before every wolf in the club did. He thought he was quick, thought he was sly enough to get away with it. Yet everyone seemed to forget... Y/N was the one everyone should fear.

His power flared, his eyes, his markings, his hands glowed a violent green. He surged forward and attacked Yoongi as Y/N stepped out of the way. But Y/N is quicker, she was always quicker. Spinning and holding up her hands, a vibrant purple blocking him.

Yoongi, Violet, Sana, the 7, the entire club of wolves were in shock. A witch princess just protected a wolf against another witch.

He knew, Y/N knew, he would never be able to beat her in any fight. She could easily kick his ass as a joke. So how would he be in a fight against the woman he cheated on, made a joke out of. He'd never survive.

"You have a no magic rule on the premise, right?" Y/N asked, her hands still glowing purple, letting everyone know her status.

"We have a no attack rule." Yoongi's hands were now on Y/N's waist, moving her to the side, but not out of her shield to block him. "He has to be disposed of."

"Dude, I told you not to use your magic here." One of his friends whispered, panicking.

"It's okay. We'll leave." Another of his friends spoke as they backed away, pulling him along.

He realised only then, that Y/N was completely welcomed and protected here. Witch princess or not, she was friends with these wolves, with the 7. He was just a simple, lower witch, lucky to be accepted and nurtured in her coven.

He knew he messed up, and he couldn't turn back time to erase what he did. All he could do was walk out of the club, looking back at the woman he stupidly let go. The woman who was in the arms and protection of the 7.

The woman protected by the feared Min Yoongi.

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clockworkgraystairs · 5 years ago

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I just went a read all your pregnant Jurdan hcs and my gosh, they were so amazing!! If you want and can, could you write one where Jude and Cardan tells the court of shadow crew personally about her being pregnant. I feel like they are her second family tbh.

Hi there!! Sorry it took me a long to write this, but it’s finally finished!!

You’re totally right, they are like a second family to her and deserve all the love and respect! 🧡

Also, thank you so so much for your lovely comment!

Scheming great schemes masterlist

Read on AO3 here!

Tags: @thesirenwashere

If I was supposed to tag somebody else PLEASE forgive me and let me know! (it’s like 2 am and I’m not thinking straight rn)

SCHEMING GREAT SCHEMES:

The Court of Shadows finds out Jude’s pregnant

(aka Cardan is being overprotective again)

Three weeks had passed since Jude learned she was pregnant. Still, they chose not to make the official announcement until the Full Moon festivities, which lasted almost a week.

Cardan’s wish was to shout it from their balcony the same day his wife had told him, and then throw a revel for two full weeks. But Jude had convinced him to wait, not wanting to make more fuss than the strictly necessary, which being honest, was going to be a lot.

At the moment, only three people besides her and Cardan knew about it: Vivi, Taryn and Heather. Even if Jude was dying to see Asha’s incredulous face she’d decided to make her wait until the official announcement. Telling her before would make her feel important. Jude was decided to show her the exact opposite.

Still, she could feel Asha’s eyes following her everywhere, always calculating. Almost suspicious. Could she know something already? And if she did, why staying silent?

Jude inhaled deeply and lifted her hand to her belly, she needed to stop being so paranoid.

Her mind kept thinking about it while she entered the Court of Shadows hideout. Jude usually went there when she wanted to train or work without being bothered. It was calm and quiet and-

She stopped in her tracks as she realized the place was not empty. In fact, one could say it was quite crowded.

The Ghost, Roach and the Bomb stood in the middle of the room, and to Jude’s surprise, Cardan was in front of them. They were serious enough that she could almost believe there was a war approaching. She rushed to them with furrowed eyebrows.

“This is top priorit-” Cardan paused, noticing her. “Jude.”

The others turned and nodded, welcoming her. Still, something alarmed in their eyes that made Jude’s shoulders tensed immediately.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

She reached Cardan, her fingers itched to take his, but this was a serious meeting. Maybe later. His expression was unreadable, one that he usually had when his mind was solely focused on a single issue.

“I meant to talk to you later but, I guess now is a good moment as any. From now on, Jude, the Court of Shadows will be your personal guard.” Her what?! She stared at her husband wide eyed. “They shall accompany you on every step and make sure nothing will-”

“Personal guard?” What on earth was going on? She gazed back to the others, looking for a reasonable explanation. “Did I miss something?”

The Bomb stepped forward and gave a slight bow. “You have my word Your Highness, that no harm will come to the High Queen, no matter the threat.”

She looked at Jude solemnly, frowning a bit.

Ok she’d definitely missed something.

“Can someone please explain why am I to be protected?” Jude crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes at Cardan.

He cleared his throat, looking back to their friends. “Your safety has always been important to me, wife.”

She didn’t buy it, he wasn’t even making eye-contact with her. Suddenly, something clicked inside her brain.

That idiot.

“Cardan.”

“Roach and Ghost, you will be with her at all hours. On council meetings, one of you will be inside with her and the other one outside guarding the door. When she retires to sleep, one will be outside the room and the other may go to rest. You-”

“Cardan” She repeated louder this time. He didn’t answer.

“...will report to me of every suspicious movement around her, no matter where it comes from.” He turned to Bomb. “Lilliver, you will be in charge of the perimeter, you are the best at it. Also when Jude needs to bathe or something, l trust you to be with her and assist if she-”

“Oh my god, stop!” Her fists were now tightened at her sides. She wasn’t sure of who to punch first.

“Jude” The Bomb started, her voice soothing. “It is ok, whatever threat is coming we will not let it reach you.”

“Is there an actual threat upon me, my King?” The way she was glaring at him could make dozens run for their lives, but he just returned her look with strange adoration. She wanted to slap him so hard.

“Come on Queeny, you can let us protect you for once.” Roach teased, standing next to the Bomb. “It will not make you look less terrifying than usual, no offense.”

“No one will dare to question that.” Cardan concealed, with that irritating and charming smile of his.

“I am not saying…” She sighed. “I do not need any protection. Whatever nonsense Cardan told you please just forget it.”

“They shall not.”

Cardan’s voice was back to that autoritary tone. When she get to be alone with him…

At some point the Bomb had approached her and took her hand. “If something is frightening you Jude, we can start investigating it immediately.”

“I am not scared!” Jude jerked back her hand. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she groaned deeply. “I’m… gods… I’m pregnant ok?”

Raising her gaze again she found the three of the Court frozen in their places. Roach and the Bomb mouth-opened. The Ghost with an eyebrow raised. All of them wide eyed. All of them turning to Cardan in a single motion. Jude found herself biting down a laugh from their incredulous faces.

Cardan shrugged as if it didn’t change anything. Still, the intensity of his eyes sent a shiver down her spine.

After a couple of seconds in complete silence, something finally exploded. The Bomb let out a sharp squeal that startled even Roach before throwing herself at Jude in a tight hug, which she answered a little clumsy at the beginning, unused to such displays of affection from her.

Roach laughed, throwing his head back. “Oh I see now. I knew there was something odd about all of this but…” He swore, still cackling. “Congratulations you both!”

On the other hand, the Ghost looked as if he’d just solved a big mystery. “Ah, I noticed Taryn was keeping some sort of secret from me, got me worried for a while.” He sighed and smiled at the couple, congratulating them as well.

In all of that time, the Bomb hadn’t let go of Jude, murmuring surprise words and happy nonsense about teaching their baby how to hide and be a spy. Jude didn’t know if being delighted or terrified, but couldn’t contain her smile at her friend’s joy.

At some point, the Ghost, who Jude never noticed leaving, came back to the room with food, wine and juice. That last one probably for her. They sat on the cushions and carpets and talked, teased and laughed, Jude telling them the story of how she’d found out she was pregnant.

Cardan, who had already came down from his ‘King mode’, joined their happiness and jokes, thanking them for their words. He reach for Jude, caressing her cheek with the back of his fingers. Watching her with something between love and wariness. “I hope you all have a better understanding now of why her security is priority from now on.”

Jude rolled her eyes, and took his hand. “I get your motives, but you’re really exaggerating, I do not need… well, all of that!”

“Oh no no, stop right there Jude.” Roach said. “Not even a cold breeze is going to touch that belly of yours, I am telling you.”

The other two nodded in agreement. The Bomb suggesting something about not letting anyone even approach Jude without proper previous inspection.

She stared at them wide eyed. Those traitors. Cardan flashed her a triumphant grin.

Roach noticed Jude’s betrayed glare and shrugged. “Sorry lass, but even if we were not given royal commands to protect you, we would anyway. It may seem like you do not need it now but… it is not of public knowledge yet.”

“Once it is,” The Bomb continued. “It will be impossible to guess the reactions among the folk. Better to be prepared for anything.”

“Thank you both, my wife is a little stubborn. But I will not take any risks.” Cardan’s grip on her hand tighten a bit. His voice so soft and full of gratitude it made Jude’s chest shrink.

She sighed, knowing any further excuse would lead nowhere. She really understood, still, being guarded the whole time felt strange. Could she deal with it?

Unless...

“Don’t you think that making Lil stay with me while I bathe is a little too much?” She asked, taking a casual sip from her cup.

Cardan pulled her closer and laid his chin on her head. “When it comes to you, my love, there is no such thing as ‘too much.’”

Jude nodded. Raising her hand she started caressing his jaw, trailing her movements down to his neck, slower every inch. She muttered “I just thought you would be a better companion for me on that moment, that’s all. You could keep me close and... well observed the whole time.”

She practically heard his heart skip a beat. He swallowed, and made a low growling sound intended only for her.

Someone cleared his throat, making them look back at their companions.

The Roach was trying so hard not to laugh while watching the Bomb. She’d stopped chewing her food and stared at nothing, dramatically uncomfortable. The Ghost kept eating as if he didn’t hear anything, a mocking little smirk on his lips.

Heat climbed up Jude’s cheeks, she hadn’t realized they were being that obvious. Then again, it wasn’t like Cardan didn’t enjoy the attention.

He chuckled, probably knowing what she was thinking, and raised his cup. “To you, my friends. For everything you have done for us, and what you are still willing to do. I will never find a way to show you how thankful I am.”

Jude mimicked him, her cup filled with grape juice. “You are family to us too, please never forget that.”

Glasses were raised, a couple of tears spilled and more hugs were given. This was one of those moments when Jude didn’t feel like the world was folding over her. She could breathe easily, and laugh in that little bubble of trust and love. Worries like ruling a kingdom, the former Court of Teeth, Lady Asha, nothing mattered now. Just this, just them.

Soft lips pressed to the base of her neck, startling her. She turned to Cardan as his arms surrounded her. “You look happy.” He mumbled. It was not a question.

Jude cupped his cheek and grazed his mouth. Behind her, the Bomb said something like: “They just keep doing that in front of me, gods why?”

They ignored her. Cardan chuckled, his chest shaking against hers.

“I am.” She answered, finally pressing their lips together.

#jurdan #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #the court of shadows #tfota #scheming great schemes #the bomb #roach #the ghost #tess writes #sorry i just love the concept of the Bomb being all indigned when it comes to Jude and Cardan being affective to each other #like REALLY RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY SALAD?#kasjsjjajhshs

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merakiaes · 5 years ago

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Self Care - Finn Shelby

Pairing: Finn Shelby x reader

Requested: By @foggysportsbananawagon and anon.

Prompts: #20, #21, #22 and #32 from the angst-list.

Warning/notes: This is a combination of this, this and this request. It turned out a bit messier and more angsty than I originally planned so I’m warning you for cringe xD (NOT PROOFREAD)

Wordcount: 3667

Summary: Following John’s death, Finn has been trying to fill the empty space left behind by taking on too much work, something that causes conflict between the two of you.

Finn Shelby was way too good for the business his family was running. Hell, he was too good for all of Birmingham, and probably too good for you, as well. But still, you had been together for a year now.

You had grown up jumping around between families and orphanages and most of the orphanages and families had treated you alright.

But you were a handful growing up, acting out because of the lack of stability in your life, so you never got to stay very long at the same place.

As you entered your early teenage years, you cleaned up your act. Or, well, you got better at concealing your anger, and this resulted in your final family keeping you for all time to come.

Unfortunately for you, however, the final family ended up being the only one to not treat you alright.

The family consisted of a woman, her husband and their three sons, all of whom were older than you by a minimum of seven years, and all of whom were going to mentally and physically abuse and sexually harass you for the next five years of your life.

The first three years, between the ages twelve and fifteen, you were still a weak, lanky little thing who, despite already having quite the temper, was too scared to actually do anything when the three brothers started asking, or rather demanding you, for… favors.

You guessed you were lucky in a way that your body blossomed very late as you during those first years “only” had to touch them but got away without being touched yourself.

But once you passed fifteen you grew into your feminine shapes, which caught their attention in an entirely different way. They tried to force themselves on you, but curves weren’t the only thing you developed.

With them, your muscle mass also increased, which made you able to defend yourself, which in turn, caused the sexual exploitation to take a more violent turn.

Everyone in your neighborhood knew what was going on. They saw the bruises on your arms and the vulnerable look behind your eyes.

But everyone turned a blind eye to the entire situation, shrugging it of with the reasoning that ‘war did that to a man’ and that it was ‘only natural for them to crave physical intimacy after being alone and scared for so long’.

This went on until you neared your eighteenth birthday, when finally, someone stepped in and did something.

The Shelby brothers.

They were passing through your town on business, heard the yelling and cursing coming from both you and your supposed “brothers”, and discovered the four of you in an alley behind a shop, where you were cursing them out and swinging at them with a metal pipe while they laughed and tried grabbing at your dress.

Now, violence against women wasn’t unusual in the slums of Small Heath, and usually, they wouldn’t bat an eye. But you were young, they were three against one, and you had a certain fire to you that they couldn’t turn a blind eye to.

John was the first one to come to your rescue, taking you under his arm and pulling you away to allow Arthur and Tommy to do what Peaky Blinders did best; slash their eyes out with their blades and leave them to bleed to death.

Even though you had been fighting back with more ferocity than most women sported, you were really shaken up and refused to leave John’s side during the entire ride back to Small Heath.

And even when you had arrived at the Shelby household where Polly greeted you with open arms, they noticed by the way you would glare at everyone else, that John wasn’t going to be leaving anytime soon.

So he stayed the entire time Polly cleaned your cuts and took care of you, and by the time Finn arrived back home from the boxing ring with Isaiah in tow later that night, you had calmed down and was sitting at the kitchen table playing cards and joking around with John and Arthur while Tommy and Polly sat by watching.

You hadn’t had the most gracious first meeting with the youngest of the Shelby siblings, seeing as this was the time he had began developing his whole hostile “I can do what I want because I’m a Shelby”-attitude.

But after a cuff upside the head with the kitchen towel from Polly, he had to get to terms with the fact that you were going to be staying with them. And only a few days into it, it was all good.

John tried keeping you out of the family business to his best ability, but once in a while he allowed you to come along on the safer jobs, where he was certain no violence would be involved.

You basically either followed John around wherever he went or helped Esme out with the kids when he wasn’t able to. And Finn, he followed you around wherever you went, which wasn’t all too appalling.

John took care of you and you started taking care of Finn once your relationship took a romantic turn, and that’s how it continued for almost a year. Until John passed away at the hands of Changretta, breaking the entire family apart.

You had never felt such an intense sorrow as you did at John’s passing, not even over your own parents. After all, he had been the one to look after you for the past year, taking you in as if you were one of his own.

Two months had passed since his funeral, and although you got along with the rest of the family, you weren’t as close with them as you were John and Finn, so the latter was pretty much the only one you had left.

At least that’s how it felt. And now you were losing him too.

Ever since John died, he had been trying to fill in the empty space he left being, trying to walk in his footsteps by taking on more work and responsibility than he was able to handle, pushing you away in the process.

You had tried voicing your worries a few times, but he had always waved it off and walked away. And you didn’t want to pressure him, knowing that he was mourning and therefor wanting to give him the time he needed.

But now it was getting ridiculous, and you couldn’t be quiet any longer.

The walk from your shared house to his office wasn’t very long, but it felt longer today as the weather was absolutely horrid.

Rain was pouring down and hitting the top of your head roughly, and no matter how hard you hugged your coat around your form, you still couldn’t stop the slight tremble that was going through your body.

To say you were happy to get inside once you reached your destination was a huge understatement.

You stopped in the doorway briefly to shake the rain off your arms, unbuttoning your black coat and slicking your wet hair back so that it wasn’t sticking to your face before continuing into the building and in the direction of Finn’s office.

His door was closed, something that rarely happened unless the two of you were fooling around, which instantly caused suspicion to arise inside of you.

You quickened your pace, the heels of your shoes clicking against the hard wooden floors, and you wasted no time in flinging the door open upon reaching it, your eyes instantly spotting Finn snorting a line of snow from the surface of his messy desk.

He instantly raised his head at the sound of the door hitting the wall, sniffing and using his fingers to rid of the excess powder from his nose.

He didn’t have the chance to say anything though, as you were already marching over to him with furious steps and wasting no time in wiping the two remaining lines off of the desk, watching the white powder spread into the air.

“What the fuck, Finn?!” You exclaimed, dropping the bag in your hand to the floor. “You told me you quit with the snow!”

Unlike the soft eyes he would usually look at you with, his eyes only showed pure anger, staring back at you harshly.

“I did.” He glowered down at you. “I just needed some fucking release.”

“Release?!” You yelled, throwing your arms out. “You’re addicted, Finn! It’s not healthy, none of this is healthy!”

“It’s my life! I’m an adult and a fucking Peaky Blinder, I can do whatever the fuck I want and you don’t get to decide what’s healthy and not for me!” He yelled back, which only made you more agitated than you already were.

“How daft can you be?!” You demanded. “Open your eyes! This behavior is the result of your brothers constantly using you to do their dirty work and not sparing a single thought to how it’s affecting you! They’re working you to an early grave!”

Finn stepped around his desk quickly at that, raising a finger and pointing it in your face while his other hand stayed in a fist at his side.

“Don’t talk about my brothers like that.” He snapped. “You have no right.”

You scoffed at his words, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I have every right.” You corrected him, glaring fiercely and fearlessly into his eyes. “I love them like my own flesh and blood but they’re idiots. Tommy has the emotional range of a fucking teaspoon, Arthur is as independent as a five year old and no matter how much I love and care for them, I love you more, and I’m fucking tired of how they’re just turning the cold shoulder to how you’re turning out. It needs to stop and if you’re not going to tell them to lay off on you, I’ll do it myself. In fact, I’ll go do it right now.”

Without waiting for his response, you turned whipped around and moved to head back the way you had just come from, but you only got to take one single step before Finn’s hand clamped down around your upper arm.

Your brain instantly went into panic mode at the feeling of his tight grasp squeezing your flesh. It didn’t hurt, but the feeling triggered the hundreds of traumatizing memories you still struggled to bury from your years spent with your last family.

The feeling of the three brothers’ hands on your body, trying to feel you up, and then hitting you with all their might when you wouldn’t let them.

“Why can’t you just stop putting your nose in other people’s business, (Y/N)?” Finn yelled at you, still holding on to your arm. “I can’t take it, no one can take it! You’re fucking insufferable!”

In any other case, his words probably would’ve brought tears to your eyes, but right now, you could barely even register them as they were spoken. Instead, the cause of the uncomfortable stinging feeling in your eyes was the painful memories being brought back to the surface by the familiar and dreaded feeling of being manhandled.

Your eyes slowly looked away from his and to the side, glazing over as your breathing got heavier and heavier.

Finn was still speaking. You couldn’t hear him, but you could see his lips moving in the corner of your eyes. When you suddenly stopped responding, however, your arm now handing limply in his hand, he instantly came to his senses and let you go.

And the second he did, your senses returned to normal and you began coming back to reality, now being able to hear his voice again.

“I’m sorry.” He told you, his voice coming out as a breath. He took a step back, seeming to get lost in thought for a moment before he regained his composure and walked up to you again, grabbing a hold of both of your upper arms but this time a lot gentler.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated, bringing his thumbs up to your cheeks. “Please don’t cry.”

You hadn’t even realized the stinging in your eyes had turned into fully developed tears until you felt the wetness between his thumb and your cheek.

Raising your eyes back to meet his, you noticed that all of the anger previously held behind his baby blues were gone and replaced with guilt.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He whispered, taking another step closer to you and joining the hand that wasn’t wiping away at your cheeks with one of yours. “I’m sorry.”

As he closed his eyes and leaned down to press his forehead against yours, you took a deep breath, responding to his actions by squeezing his hand in yours.

“You didn’t hurt me you idiot.” You whispered, causing him to open his eyes again. “What’s hurting me is that you’re hurting yourself.”

You swallowed, feeling a new set of tears building up at the brim of your eyes. “You’re killing yourself by trying to fill John’s shoes. I cared for him just as much as the rest of you. He was the one who got me out of that horrible place, out of the grasp of those even more horrible people. He saved me and now he’s gone and it breaks my fuckin heart every day. But you’re not him. You’re not supposed to be him. No one is, but him, himself.”

You paused briefly, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to stop the tears from falling, but it was to no use.

“I know it hurts and that you’re scared.” You continued with a shaky voice. “But it’s not your fault and no one is going to hurt you. I’ve tried to help; I try to talk to you about how you feel but you just keep pushing me away.”

You opened your eyes to look at him again. His nostrils were flaring slightly and his jaw was tense, a clear sign that he was trying his hardest not to let his walls down, and the words leaving his lips a second later did nothing to prove the opposite.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” He shook his head, removing his forehead from yours and taking a step back. “I’m fine.”

Your body grew cold again when he walked away from you to lean on his desk, and you instantly found yourself missing the feeling of his skin against yours.

“That’s what you always say, but it’s not true, is it?” You inquired. “If you don’t want to talk about it then say so, don’t lie and pretend you’re fine when you clearly aren’t.”

You wrapped your arms around yourself in a desperate attempt to get some of the warmth he had taken with him back, but it did nothing. You let out a shaky breath, squeezing at your own arms.

“You can’t make everyone happy.” You sniffed. “You can do anything, because quite frankly you’re fucking amazing, but you can’t do everything. The person who tries to keep everyone happy often ends up feeling the loneliest. Just look at your brothers. They have families that love them, but they’re both fucking miserable because they keep pushing everyone who care about them away. John was the only one who didn’t. You want to be like him? Follow his example on that. Don’t try to be like him with the sole purpose of proving yourself to Tommy. I know you think you have something to prove but you don’t. And either way, you shouldn’t even feel like you have to prove your worth to your own fucking brothers. They’re supposed to see it by themselves, and if they don’t, then fuck them. In fact, fuck everyone else. A lot of what weighs you down isn’t yours to carry to begin with. If someone asks you to do more and you have a big reaction inside, it may be a sign that you’re already doing too much. You can’t live your life for other people. You’ve got to do what’s right for you, even if it hurts some people you love. You have to think about yourself, Finn.”

You finished your long rant with a deep breath, barely even having taken a second to breathe in between sentences and being left winded.

Finn was still leaning on his desk, his hands squeezing the edge of the wood to the point where his knuckles were turning white. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, another clear sign that he had been working way too hard, and his back was rising and falling as he breathed heavily.

Even though he was turned away from you, you could see clearly that he was trying his hardest to keep his cool as he listened to your rant, without a doubt just as conflicted by his own feelings like he always was these days.

“They need me.” He responded without moving an inch. “They need me to step up and fill the space he left behind. You just… you don’t understand.”

But you did. You understood better than anyone.

“You’re wrong.” You shook your head. “They don’t need you. I’m the one who needs you. I’m all alone and I-“

You had to cut yourself short as you were overcome with sadness, having to bite down on the inside of your cheek to keep the sob from leaving your lips.

“And I… I don’t know how much longer I can stand by and watch you destroy yourself. I already lost John. I can’t lose you too.”

This time, you couldn’t keep the sob in no matter how hard you tried, and Finn perked up immediately at the sound, pushing himself off the desk as you continued, now staring down at the floor.

“You’re slipping through my fingers, Finn, and I can’t seem to stop you from slipping further and further away. If this is how things are going to be, I don’t know if I can stay with you. With any of you. I can’t take the helplessness; I can’t take all of the chaos. I need something stable, and besides John when he was still alive, you were the only stable thing I had. And now you’re just…”

You couldn’t find the right words, but you clearly got your point across as Finn whipped around faster than a man finding out the pregnancy test results.

“No.” He shook his head, marching over to you and taking your face in his hands, pressing his forehead against yours and looking into your eyes so desperately. “You can’t leave me. You’re all I’ve got. I’ll change, I promise. I’ll start listening to you. Please.”

You could barely comprehend the words spilling out of his mouth, they were coming out so rushed.

“I don’t want you to listen to me.” You answered, giving him a stern look. “I want you to see things for what they are and stop trying please everyone and listen to and take care of yourself.”

He looked at you, scanned your face and searched your eyes for something you didn’t know. You stayed like that for another few seconds, just looking at each other. And then he nodded, moving his hands away from your face to the small chest pocket in his vest, pulling out a small bag of the same white powder you had caught him snorting when first arriving.

Your eyes hardened at the sight of the substance, your mouth turning sour. “What are you doing?” You asked, glaring slightly.

But he was completely unbothered, simply answering; “I’m taking care of myself.”, before turning around and walking over to the fire to the right of his desk, where he tossed the small bag into the flames, the plastic letting out a loud sparkling sound when it met with the heat.

“Finn.” You called out, wrapping your arms around yourself once again to make up for the warmth that he had taken with him.

But he didn’t listen, simply going over to his liquor cabinet and grabbing the two half-full bottles standing on the middle shelf, walking straight past you again and heading directly for the window where he started pouring out the contents of the first bottle.

You furrowed your eyebrows slightly, calling out again. “Finn.”

But yet again, you got no answer. He just put down the now empty bottle and picked up the second one, starting to undo the lid.

With a sigh, you uncrossed your arms and walked up to him, ignoring the chill that overcame you when the cold air from the window hit your clothes that were still wet from the rain, and grabbed a hold of the bottle just as he was about to start pouring it out.

You pulled it out of his grasp and put it down on the windowsill, and then proceeded to grab a hold of his upper arms to turn him to look at you.

He was breathing heavily and looking like he was on the verge of crying, which only proved further how broken and overworked he really was.

Your tears had finally stopped falling, and your sobbing had ceased. You sniffled, bringing his face down to yours like he had done to you only moments before, but rather than resting your forehead against his, you pressed a kiss to his lips.

His hands moved to your waist out of pure instinct, pulling you closer.

You pushed your lips harder against his before breaking apart slightly, not enough to stop your lips from touching but enough to allow you to speak.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You whispered, moving your hands from his face to the back of his head. “I promise.”

He closed his eyes, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck and pulling you closer by your waist. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled into your skin, and you took a shaky breath, letting your eyes fall shut too.

“I know.”

#Peaky Blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder headcanon #finn shelby #finn shelby imagine #finn shelby x reader #Tommy Shelby #thomas shelby #john shelby #arthur shelby #ada shelby #polly gray #michael gray

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blackssuunn-mandoandyodito · 4 years ago

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Tabaco y Brea part 4

Pairing:Javier Peña x f! reader

Rating:T? IDK WHAT THE RATINGS ARE

Words: 2.0k

A/N:enjoy this because everything gets intende after

Warnings: eating? swearing, banter, use of the word gringo, fluff. If you think I'm missing something let me know.

Summary: soft moment between the boys and reader.

Part one part two part three

Connie must be a saint if she has put up with this idiot for years.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?"

This is probably the tenth time you ask Steve this, but judging by how he fidgets with his hands and rolls his marriage ring every single time, he's not sure about his answer, even though it's always the same. You can see his nervousness as he sits in front of your desk again.

"I've told you I am! Could you quit it already?"

To say your relationship with him developed a lot in the last few weeks is an understatement. You started to like him the second he helped you with paperwork but now that you know him more you realize he's a perfect balance that you and Javier needed. He's as crazy as you are, maybe even more, but at least he doesn't get to screaming match with either of you two.

Not yet, at least.

Your partner doesn't seem to have accepted him completely still. Every time you're working on your desk with Murphy, Javier huffs and rolls his eyes. Each time you try and include him in your new dynamic, he waves it off and says he has "better things to do". He narrows his eyes and presses his lips together when the two of you laugh about some idiot joke Steve said and a voice at the back of your head tells you it has something to do with the things Helena said to you, but you shrug it off. Diving too deep into those thoughts will only make things worse.

Despite this, you and Javier haven't fought so much the last couple of days, Steve interfering when things start to get heated. He stands between the two desks holding his arms up towards each of you as if either of you were about to jump the other. It's a funny visual, needless to say. He's the tallest of the three, so he towers above your heads and tries to calm you down.

Despite this, you can't help being a little protective over him.

"Steve, we're going undercover, not shooting our way in"

He's a little hotheaded himself, that much you've realized from the stories he has told you about his job in Miami. And you may be quick to go into fight mode, but only when you see there's no other option. Javier, surprisingly, is the calmest. Who would've thought?

Steve groans, exasperated. He lets his head fall back and grabs at his hair, pulling slightly. Javier snickers at his reaction.

"Relax gringo, she's just pushing your buttons"

Well, he's not entirely wrong. Steve lifts his head to look at you with a raised eyebrow. You give him a sheepish smile and shrug.

"I might be, but your Spanish is shit and we need to speak a lot in it for this mission"

At that, Javi loses it, throws his head back laughing and grabs his belly with both hands, stamping his feet at the floor. You snort, trying not to laugh at the offended look Steve is giving you, his cheeks red with embarrassment and his arms crossed over his chest.

A glint of mischief appears in his eyes accompanied by a half sided grin.

"I will be staying at the hotel, remember? You and Javi are going to the dance club"

Javi doesn't seem to give a shit about his comment and keeps laughing his ass off.

You're not sure if Steve had realized about your feelings, he hadn't said anything directly to you yet. He made comments insinuating it, teased you about the "lust-filled" eyes you'd give Javi in the middle of an argument, but he had never asked you or mentioned it straight up. If he had, you couldn't help but think how ironic it was that everyone that got semi-close to your relationship could figure it out so quickly and Javi hadn't in the nearly two years you've been partners.

You feign annoyance by letting out a groan and hitting your head with your desk, but the truth is a knot makes its way in your stomach at the mere thought of going to a dance club with Javi.

"He doesn't even know how to dance!"

"Hey! I do know how to dance!"

He does, you just like teasing him about it. He demonstrated his skills pretty well at your first year's Christmas party, with one of the good-looking girls that the soldiers from the academy invited. It was an initiation of sorts for both of you, at one of the officers' houses close to the base. After dancing with almost all of the girls there, the soldiers dared Javi to take shots of Aguardiente and he was too happy to accept. Hours later, he was sick as fuck and spent the night throwing up at the communal bathroom. He woke you up as he started dry heaving, and you stayed with him until the sickness passed and took him to his room, all sweaty and green. You don't think he remembers a single moment of it.

Steve shakes his head, smiling. You smile too.

"Yeah, two-step, you good Texan boy. That doesn't come in handy this time though"

Javi gives him the finger by way of answer. You break down in laugher, covering your mouth to lower the noise. Javi may be skeptical about Murphy, but they banter like an old married couple already. At least their dynamic isn't as explosive as yours, theirs is easier going.

"You're gonna enjoy yourself one way or another Bera, don't play dumb" Javi says, amusement dripping from his voice. You shrug with a barely concealed grin in your face. Steve frowns at you.

"What do you mean?"

Javi turns to look at him, shaking his hands in front of his face.

"She goes there every weekend she can!" he raises his arms over his head and you have to bite your lip to not start laughing again "She takes the bus on Friday night, which is a 7 fucking hours long trip and stays there until Sunday night and leaves for another 7 hours long trip. And she goes to the salsa clubs, so she's familiar with the zone"

Steve looks at you with disbelief plaguing his eyes. You smile cheekily and extend your hand towards him. He grabs it and you pull him forward, making him bend over the desk and get closer to your space.

"If you saw the way they move Miami" you whisper, "you'd understand why I flee from here every chance I get"

Salsa in Cali is different from any other place you've been in. They move more the half down part of the body, they dance faster than others, sexier. Not for nothing they have the Cali Fair in December, where many salsa artists start their career.

Javi clears his throat and you let go of Steve immediately, blushing. He frowns at Steve and he just sits back down in front of you, adjusting his shirt. Thank God he didn't use suit every day, you hated when every agent wore one. The three of you stuck with jeans and t-shirts. Steve was apparently the polo shirt kind of guy, which was fine by you. Bogotá was mostly a mild weather city, but this time of the year was the worst.

"So what's the plan again?" Javi asks. He had been distracted since you came back, and you understand why. The whole issue with Helena was not something he would forget easily, though after you helped him everything went smoother and she acquired the visa request pretty quickly.

You extend your hands in your desk and do a show of being done with his attitude, but he knows it's just to bother him.

"We're supposed to arrive and book rooms for one night." Steve frowns, seemingly not liking that idea "the club is close, so we will have to set up the base there and communicate with you through walkie talkies. If anything goes sideways," you point at Murphy, "you have to act the fuck up and run to save us" He chuckles.

"You make it sound so easy" Javier sighs. You wish Murphy could go with you, but unfortunately, the new Siboney Club doesn't let any man or woman that goes alone inside, and you can't go with him instead of Javi, he would stand out like a sore thumb. The club is not so far from the Comuna 3, and you're guessing that has something to do with why they're meeting there. Murphy will be 6 minutes away, so everything must be okay with him and the other soldiers as back up if anything goes wrong.

You hope it doesn't.

"You want some?" Javi asks as he extends you a wrapped bundle of meat empanadas. He had left to go to Salomé earlier, returning with a sour look and bags of food hanging from his arms.You figured he had stumbled upon Alexander, Cata's grandson, whom he doesn't like one bit. He didn't say anything but came into the room mumbling under his breath about a"stupid pretty spoiled bratt".

"Give them to me!" You shout as you jump to grab them. Both men laugh as you move all the papers and unwrap them in your desk. You probably shouldn't be eating there, the smell will spread all over the office and you'll have to deal with it all day.

You stop caring as you take the first bite. Steve gives you a funny look, his eyebrow raised. Then you realize he most likely has never had one and shove the bundle towards him.

"Pick one," you say, grinning at him. "And I assure you life will be different from now on"

He looks at you, doubtful, but grabs one nothingless. Javi stares at everything with amusement glinting in his eyes. His chest fills with warmth every time you get enthusiastic for something as simple as food. Every day he hopes you will stay that way, untainted by all the shit you have to go through in this job, and tries to take the hits himself.

As Steve takes the first bite, you can practically see sparks fly from his body, licking his lips as he represses a groan.

"This is fucking great" he says once he swallows. You pump your fist in the air.

"Of course it fucking does. It's Colombia, Murphy, live a little and try new things."

He bows to listen to you. Javi can already picture how you're gonna get him to try the craziest things just as you got him too. Mild jealousy invades him, but he shrugs it off.

You start eating, letting out obscene sounds at every bite you take. Heat rises from his chest and he turns around to read the reports you last wrote and check everything's fine. He can't concentrate though, his mind wandering to places he shouldn't allow at every groan you make.

Steve stands up from his chair, leaning over your food and extending his hand to take another one. You bat his hand away and pull the bundle closer to you.

"Give me more!" He demands, pushing your arms away. With quick reflexes, you wrap them up again and throw them to Javi, and he catches it mid air with an amused smile playing at his lips.

"Leave my food alone!"

"You have to share!"

"Go buy your own!"

You wrap yourselves in an easy banter about food, Javi chuckling from his desk as he looks at the two of you. The way you act so loose around Steve sets him on his nerves, but he's willing to try and accept this if it means you'll have an easier time around here.

"Leave her alone Murphy" he finally says, command evident in his voice. Both of you turn to look at him, and you smile as he gets uncomfortable from the power of both your stares. Despite this, he doesn't yield.

Steve falls back into his chair without looking away. Now, Javi grabs the bag again and hands him a different bundle of empanadas.

"I figured she would want you to taste them," he says, nonchalant. Stunned, you take your own food as he hands them back to you and returns to read the reports.

You turn to look at Murphy with your mouth open. He only smiles and winks at you.

Now he's sure he understands what the thing between you two is about.

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