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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 8 months

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Best and worst of both worlds (part 30)

Tw: none for now, short chapter tho this is just like a decision making chaoter

SO VOTE BELOW AND LIKE CHOOSE I WILL ONLY COUNT THE FIRST 21 VOTES

Part 31

You groan, waking up at the incessant buzzing from your phone. You picked up the call without pondering who would be calling you in the middle of the night.

You grumbled a "hello".

"(Name), my dear."

Yves's baritone voice laced with worry and disappointment was enough to shock you awake. Your eyes are now wide open.

"My flight was canceled."

You let out the most visceral 'huh?!' in your life. You proceeded to ask why.

"Due to terrible weather, (name). The airport is experiencing a bout of freezing rain. All flights are canceled until the weather improves." You heard a sigh from him, frustration was evident.

"Then, we will have to wait until they de-ice all aircraft and runways. I will be arriving later than expected."

You were about to respond, but he continued.

"Much, later." Yves pinched the bridge of his nose. He's currently in a cafe within the airport, staring at figures and images undecipherable to the eyes of the common, but it was as easy reading a nursery rhyme to Yves. "I predict that we will be grounded for another three days. The humidity, the temperatures, the forecasts... they're all atrocious."

You felt your shoulders droop in despair.

"I might return by tomorrow, if I am lucky. Otherwise, I could take a train to-"

You cut him off, telling him that it's okay, you're handling yourself well back home. He should attend his conference and enjoy the rest of his time there.

You told him that you appreciate his willingness to drop everything for you, but he needs to settle his own business too. To enjoy and not stress about your problems. You told him that you don't want to be the reason why his life suddenly goes sideways.

"(name), I can take care of myself." Yves replied, sounding slightly offended.

To that, you responded that you have no doubt that he could. But that doesn't mean you can't take care of yourself. You may have struggled to find your footing in the last three- no, four days now, but you think you can manage. All thanks to Yves's help, and it's only three more days, you should be able to survive on your own.

You wondered if you said anything wrong because he wasn't responding to you.

Yves has his cheek propped up on a gloved hand while the other absentmindedly fidgeted with his pen. He knew better than to take your words as "I don't need you"; he is deeply touched by how much you cared about him, But Yves is a caregiver. He has to feel needed and depended on, and right now you're making him feel the exact opposite.

Yves doesn't like how irrational he is now. You didn't mean it that way, but his logic couldn't stop the dejection pooling in his chest.

He sets his pen down and spoke, his earphones picking up on his voice.

"I worry about you, (name)."

He watches you through his laptop monitor. You're lying on your side, smothered in blankets as you put your air conditioner to its lowest temperature.

"...and I miss you."

He added.

You told him that you missed him too. But he doesn't need to worry about you. If you lived a life without Yves before, surely you could survive without him for a while. Likewise, Yves will live on without you as he has lived in the past.

He felt a sharp stabbing pain throughout his entire being. That did not come off as assuring as you intended. Yet you don't realize it and keep smashing his heart into pieces by telling him you're even doing much better without his guidance now.

Yves knows your intent behind those words, you're merely trying to quell his anxieties about your ability to problem-solve, and that is enough for him to not go hysterical at the airport cafe. He wishes that you would be a little more mindful of what comes out of your mouth.

He decided to change the topic.

"Jones is not your chauffeur anymore."

You acknowledged that. Then proceeded to tell him you will be taking the bus again.

"I hired someone else to--"

You dropped the ball and told him you will not be attending your classes. They're mostly lectures and you can afford to miss a couple of tutorials and labs.

He went silent. You wished that you were as perspective as him, so that you could easily know how he was feeling towards your decision.

You called for his attention.

"I want to see you." He requested. "Could you switch your camera on for me, please?"

You pulled the phone away from your ear and propped it against the wall in front of you. The voice call was soon changed to a video call, the angle that you choose to present yourself is horrible, but Yves is simply happy to see your face this close and personal.

As always, he looks fantastic and fresh. Wearing fashionable clothes and a pair of shapely, black gloves. His hair is nothing like your messy, bed head one, it's immaculately curled and silky.

You saw him smiling at you adoringly. "You're so endearing."

You looked at your own video feed and wondered what he saw in you. You look hideous right now.

You thought he wanted to speak to you about something, but he wordlessly went back to doing his own paperwork and research. Leaving you confused as to why he wanted to see you.

Your eyelids are getting heavier. You asked him if there is anything else, if not, you're going to end the call and contact him later in the day. You want to sleep.

"Well." He looked straight into your eyes through the screen. You don't know how he does that and it still freaks you out. "I hope this isn't too much of me to ask of you."

You nodded for him to continue.

"Could you keep your camera on for me, please?" He asked earnestly.

You told him that you wouldn't be awake to interact with him.

"I would very much rather have your company, even if we aren't exchanging words." The corners of his red lips were slightly tugged downwards.

"It is... lonely without you here." He whispered.

You stared back at him. Yves's emerald eyes were trained onto yours, he held a pen in his hand. You noted that he seems to be subtly fiddling with it, perhaps nervous as to what you would do next?

You thought about it. It's not like the call is keeping you up. And since you're not going to the university in the morning, you wouldn't need to worry about your phone running out of battery. It's currently being charged anyways.

However, maybe having someone watch over your sleeping form isn't the most comfortable idea. You're not used to such... romantic activities. Even if you knew Yves won't be focusing on you for at least eight hours straight, it still leaves a bit of a strange, unlikable taste that you are being exposed to him during your most vulnerable and unconscious state.

What if you burped or farted or mumbled something embarrassing in your sleep? You're not comfortable showing that side of you to Yves yet, you only know him for a little over a month!

But then again, he was the man who cleaned up your puke, removed the snot you left in his perfect hair, who you coughed in his face and shot your phlegm onto his eyelashes and the man who witnessed you orgasm over a couple of his touches. Seeing you asleep should be the least of your worries.

You rubbed your eyes and thought about your next move.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere concept #tw yandere #oc yves #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #oc Montgomery #oc Evangeline

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criticalpraisefilm · 1 month

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I Saw the TV Glow - and I wept. Here's why.

Coming out is scary. There's a million reasons why but the one I want to talk about is the self doubt.

What if I'm wrong? What if it's not true? What if I go through the frightening, worrying steps I have to take to live my most authentic life and it just gets worse?

I Saw the TV Glow asks another question: what if you're right? And what if that fear didn't go away? And what if it was worth it anyway?

(for the sake of this review, I will be referring to the main characters as Owen and Maddy, and using he/him and she/her pronouns respectively, as that is how they are presented in the movie, no matter the subtext. Or just straight text)

Owen (Justice Smith) is a lonely, shy, awkward boy living in the suburbs to an ill mother and an unwelcoming father. He connects with Maddy (Brigette Lundy-Paine), a lonely, show, awkward girl living with an uncaring mother and an abusive father, over The Pink Opaque, a TV show about two psychic girls, Isabel (Helena Howard) and Tara (Lindsey Jordan) fighting evil. As they grow up and their lives drift apart and together again, the lines between reality and The Pink Opaque start to blur, and Owen and Maddy realise they may have more in common with Isabel and Tara than they realised.

I first watched this movie in a group on a TV connected to a laptop with a bunch of other trans people. The small screen felt appropriate, with the early 2000s VHS aesthetic and imagery, somehow watching something modern and slightly more retro at the same time, like we really were streaming The Pink Opaque, but the real one, not the terrible version Owen discovers later. Describing things from my own childhood as retro feels a bit strange, but life moves on, whether you really live it or not. Maybe we should have watched it on a CRT TV for the full effect.

Regardless, after it was done, there was discussion, but mostly there was silence as we processed what we'd watched and dried our tears. I think I cried more than anyone else. That's not a comment about how it connected with me more than anyone else. I just cry a lot at movies now. Thank you, estrogen.

The second time I watched it it was in a cinema. The movie got a very limited cinema run in my home country and there was only one day to go and see it. I didn't think I could emotionally handle watching it alone, so I invited a few friends. In the end, only one friend was able to come see it with me. That friend is not transgender.

After the movie I stood outside smoking a cigarette and bouncing up and down talking about all the details I had missed the first time, the aspect ratio changes, some of the callbacks that were more obvious second time around, but mostly I ranted about things I had already experienced the first time I saw the movie because it still sat with me.

Somewhat ironically, and maybe slightly perversely, I described how I felt by using a moment from a Marvel movie. I talked to my friend about Maddy and Owen speaking about years moving like seconds, your life going by without you even noticing, like scenes are being skipped. And then you're older, and then you're a year older, and another year, and you barely notice because it's like you're watching it play out on a screen. You can't feel anything because you feel hollow, like someone has dug out your insides and it's all just a dream you can't wake up from. Despite the hollowness and the numbness, you can't breathe.

And I told my friend it was like that moment in Thor: Ragnarok where the Hulk smashes Thor against the ground in a callback to when Hulk did that to Loki in The Avengers. Loki in the crowds stands up and points and shouts "that's how that feels!". Because yes. That's how that feels.

That's how it feels to watch your life go by because you somehow can't bring yourself to care. As if the life isn't yours. As if there's another life you should be living, but it's not there. Or, rather, it is there, but saying it out loud, admitting it to yourself sounds silly. Crazy, even. There's another life I should be living? My memories of being myself are all mixed up with my memories of being somebody else? That's ridiculous. I am myself. I have a life.

I'm not somebody else. I'm not a character I grew up connecting to and relating to. There is no other life waiting for me. I'm myself. I'm not someone else. I'm not a girl.

It doesn't matter that my life doesn't feel my own. It doesn't matter that I wish I was someone else. It doesn't matter that I wish I was beautiful and powerful and very far away. It doesn't matter that I found something, a piece of media that describes being different, and I clung to it like a lifeline. It doesn't matter that the person I connected to through that media did what I'm afraid to and was better for it. It doesn't matter that I can't breathe.

That's how it feels to live in the Midnight Realm. That's also how gender dysphoria feels. At least, that's how it felt to me.

"It was time I became a man."

Owen's line here is one of the two moments in the movie that makes me cry the hardest. I cried a lot, but I really cry there. The denial, the doubling down on the life you hate, that you can't connect with, but that you stick with because that other life you want or have been promised just seems to scary to strive for. Like Isabel in The Pink Opaque, he's afraid of what's inside him, and that fear keeps him away from his life and pushes him towards a life that doesn't suit him, that never suited him, but that he feels he has to live. A life as a real man.

I cried because the denial was heartbreaking and tragic. And very familiar. I was 16 when I learned what the word "transgender" meant, and that being that was something people could do. I didn't come out until I was 21, because it felt scary. I'd know. I'd be more certain. I'm not certain, and what if I'm wrong?

I'm 28 as I write this, and I've never been more certain. But I look back at myself, 10 years ago, and think what if nothing had changed. What if I hadn't taken those steps. What if I hadn't had the support I did and what if nobody had held my hand through that first step. What if nobody had given me the permission to come out and realise that I never needed permission?

Maddy tries to be that hand for Owen, but he's too scared. And that's familiar too. The first time I watched the movie I thought it was odd that Maddy tries to convince Owen to join her in The Pink Opaque, but she shows no joy in it. She doesn't describe how liberating it was to live her own life finally. She just describes the trauma it took to get there. But on my second watch I understood better. Because she had to return to the awful life that wasn't hers. Show how terrible this life is, how it isn't Owen's, how he can be that girl he briefly pretended to be when he wore Isabel's magic dress. The magic is that it's not pretend. This is who you could be.

The gentleness of the way Maddy interacts with Owen in every scene stands out to me. From drawing the tattoo on his neck, to never forcing him to come to terms with himself the way she did. It's not something she can force him into. He has to come to that conclusion himself. The scene where he tries on the dress and her reaction is very important to me. Seeing who he really is before even he does. The fact that the movie has gone out of its way to inform us that she is a lesbian is important, as it informs how she sees him. As a girl. Not as Isabel. Not as part of The Pink Opaque. Not as someone trapped in the Midnight Realm. A girl, first and foremost.

This is reinforced by the way Maddy reappears years after disappearing with shorter hair and wearing a shirt. Whether or not the character has made a change to her gender identity, we don't know, but she's found her truer self and wants to help Owen do the same.

The constant framing of Owen in pink hues, the way the aspect ratio changes between reality and the TV show and eventually starts presenting The Pink Opaque in the real aspect ratio, tell us who Owen is and who he is afraid to be.

If I'm harping on the same point. it's because that's what the movie is, a character piece about what if you didn't transition. What if you didn't take that step, and it takes great pains to show what it feels to be unfulfilled and watch your life go by without ever burying yourself, burying your old life, and rising into your new one as the person you should be.

Which brings me to the other line in the movie that makes me cry more than any other. A simple shot of a street with graffiti in the road, spelling out the ultimate message of Owen's character arc and the movie as a whole:

"There is still time."

There really is no time limit. There is time to learn how to breathe. To be yourself. I came out at 21, but I know plenty of people who came out later. The longer you have a life, the more difficult it is to let it go, and yet I don't know a single person who isn't happier having found a life as their more authentic self. It is always worth it.

That's what the ending is about, to me at least. I've heard people say it's bleak, that it ends suddenly without providing resolution on either the plot, or the allegory that the plot is about, but I disagree. Owen realises that Maddy was right. He gets the permission he's been waiting for for the last 20 years. His apologising for existing afterwards is more realistic than anything else - he's still himself. But he knows where his life should be. He knows to go and join his friend in The Pink Opaque. He knows how to breathe again.

Was Maddy right? Were they in the Midnight Realm the whole time? Was it all just a plot from Mr Melancholy? Were all the people in their lives just there to keep them there and keep them down? Was The Pink Opaque more than a TV show?

I don't care. That's not the part of the movie that moves me. That's just the vehicle through which the movie delivers what it's trying to say.

I describe the first steps of transitioning as a rabbit hole. It's dark, it's cramped, it's difficult to move and it seems like it goes on forever. Going down there in the first place is scary. Seems like a bad idea. What if it leads nowhere? What if it leads deeper? I have a sky that I can see here, and that's fine. My life has places it can go.

It's only after you come out the other side of the rabbit hole that you realise that what you've been seeing when you look up your whole life is the roof of a cave, and that the world is so much larger, and the air is so much crisper than you ever knew. You can move. You can breathe. You can see. The cave is comfortable when you don't know anything else, and the path out is terrifying. But the first time you see the sky, you know that you're never going back.

I cried the first time I saw the sky. And I cry when Owen sees the sky too.

#i saw the tv glow #jane schoenbrun #justice smith #brigette lundy paine #helena howard #lindsay jordan #i saw the tv glow spoilers #there is still time #the pink opaque #isttg

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neoarchipelago · 1 year

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Madripoor High (part 7)

A/N: so... I've been in brain fog. Hum... It's been a bit hard over here, especially since I feel bad and guilty for not updating my shit... Sorry bout that... Hum, here it is

Warnings: trauma, abuse, sexual talk, blood 18+ in general! Ghost's past in the comics. (F!reader)

You didn't find the strength in you to sigh. You cleaned up the pieces of glass from the ground, making sure the vacuum would get them all. Once you turned off the loud thing you turned to look at the company you had. Evening had rolled in, Alejandro and the team would be back very soon, taking the two idiots out of your hands.

Rudy sat in his chair, tied up again. You had unbound him when he woke up, only for him and Valeria to start fighting. You had decided to put him on time out in his chair again. Valeria had, her, tried to escape behind your back so you smashed the bottle of tequila on her head. She was unharmed, but knocked out cold. You decided that she would be put on time out as well. You looked at the two soldiers, tied up in their chairs, glaring at each other.

You sat down on the soft couch, grabbing the large glass of bourbon you had poured yourself before taking your laptop, deciding that drowning your mind in work and liquor might be the best for tonight. Insults in Spanish and growls could be heard from the two children in front of you. You let them fight verbally, at least no one would get hurt. You shushed them like children being scolded once in a while when they started to be a bit loud.

You tried to focus on the search for Snake. He wasn't from the underground. Wasn't a civilian. What was he? Police? Spy? Secret agent? Military…? This one made the most sense. It would be the perfect thing for Echo. Having men in each division. Underground, civilian, military. He could be aware of everything.

Another threatening scream erupted from the two chair bound prisoners.

"I WILL GAG YOU WITH EACH OTHER'S CLOTHES." You snapped.

They looked at you, a mix of confusion and weariness. You glared at the both of them before looking down at your laptop again, sipping on your glass. Sounds of voices and boots echoed in the hallway. One particularly quick pace made you smile.

"WE'RE BA- WHAT?!"

You snickered, turning to Soap. He eyed the situation with confusion plastered on his face. The rest of the team walked in, Gaz, Price and Alejandro looking as well.

"What happened princesa?" Alejandro asked.

"Valeria knocked out Rudy, Rudy woke up and they fought, I tied up Rudy, Valeria tried to slip behind my back so I knocked her out and tied her up." You explained turning to Soap.

You frowned, looking at the little dried blood on his temple. The thought of him being hurt rose a rage within you that rarely surfaced. Perhaps… you were getting too comfortable with the idea of him as your little brother.

"What happened?" You asked in a darker tone.

"Ah, it's nothing" he smiled.

"Who? I'll gut them." You asked again.

He chuckled before running to you for a hug. Price had the hint of a mischievous smile on his lips as Alejandro made his way to his two idiots. You lifted your laptop and Soap grabbed it, as well as your drink to put it down on the coffee table. He then proceeded to drape himself over you as you huffed a sigh.

"You missed us, didn't you?" He smirked.

"Of course she did!" Gaz added as he leaned on the back of the couch, right above you.

"Of course I did," you answered, trying to fake sarcasm. In all honesty, you did miss them. And that was a dangerous thought.

"Where's Ghost ?" You asked.

"He's taking care of a few things." Price said with a reassuring smile.

You frowned but nodded, turning back your attention to the man with his head on your lap.

After a few hours, a small debrief from each other side you headed to your room for a little rest before dinner. Ghost hadn't shown up yet and you were curious about it. You still decided to rest, listening to music and watching a TV show until dinner time.

When your stomach started to rumble you decided to step out of your room, headphones around your neck and phone in your hand. You wore leggings, long wide tshirt on top, hair into a messy, extremely, messy bun.

"Aww look at her she's adorable, I like the homeless look on you." Soap coed.

"Shut up." You snarked with a smirk.

"Come eat something. We cooked." Gaz said with a soft smile.

"Am I about to get poisoned?" You teased.

"No" gaz chuckled. "But don't try Soap's rice." He said in a sudden serious tone.

"You motherf-" soap yelled.

You smiled before looking around the room. Price sat at the counter, plate in front of him. You frowned as he looked up at you, an obvious question on your mind.

"He's at the gym training." He said again with a reassuring smile that started to taste sour to you.

You were still frowning but nodded slowly. You turned around before the boys let out a 'no!' quite perfectly synchronized. You froze looking back at them with wide eyes. Price cleared his throat as the boys went back to their pans.

"He needs some alone time. Don't go see him. He's not…"Price said, trying to find his words.

"Company friendly" Soap added.

You nodded again before turning back to the counter to go sit next to Price as he smiled at you. Gaz happily put a full plate in front of you as Soap jumped on the seat next to you. Gaz sat next to Price and conversation set in as you all ate. Your mind was still bugged by Ghost. You'd make sure to slip away after dinner to go check on him, ignoring the boys's words.

It was almost midnight when you excused yourself to go to bed, bidding goodnight to the boys, planting a kiss on their cheeks. Price was embarrassed, gaz winked and Soap assaulted you with a kiss as well.

You waited in your room to make sure the boys were either lost in their talks or had gone to bed before slipping out of your room, headphones still around your neck, still comfortably dressed. You made your way through the dark hallways, straight for the gym. The base was quiet, empty, apart from the soldiers patrolling that you were very careful to avoid. The lonely light of the gym made you feel some kind of anxiety. You weren't exactly regretting your choice but perhaps, you should tip toe.

You stepped inside, the sound of someone's weight falling to the floor with a loud 'thud' made you jump. You walked forward, heading straight to the sound. There, with his back turned to you, some loose tank top that left little to imagination of his toned chest and arms, tattoos along the skin of his arms and chest and back. You bit your lip. He was panting, you wondered how he could so flawlessly lift weight with that mask of his. You leaned against a machine watching him as he angrily picked up the weight again. He was careless. Obviously not caring if he'd hurt himself.

"You should be careful." You spoke in a soft voice.

Ghost jumped, weight falling to the ground immediately as his head snapped towards you. The angry look he sent you brought back the anxiety you felt earlier, now magnified.

"Get out." He growled.

You frowned. His cold tone bit at your skin.

"Are you alright?" You asked.

He chuckled darkly, his shoulders rolling.

"Oh sweetheart. Don't remember the last time I've been alright." He snarked, something worse than bitterness in his words.

"Do you want to talk abou-"

"No. Leave." He snapped again.

You sighed. You should leave. But you turned around. Aimed for the nearest wall and sat down, putting on your headphones. If he didn't want to talk, then you'd simply stay in silence. You'd show him you were still present, even from far away. You played your music, closing your eyes as you let your head back against the wall, knees close to your chest.

One song. That's how long you both lasted. You felt the pressure of someone's gaze on you as you opened your eyes. Falling into deep dark ones as you shivered. He kneeled down in front of you, shoving you to the side to lay you on the ground. His knee kicked your thighs open to let himself place himself there. You removed your headphones, looking up at him with confusion.

"Lieutenant…?" You asked.

"You've been playing with me since you walked into this base." He growled. You opened your mouth, ready to talk back when he cut you off. "Showing yourself naked in front of me, jumping into my fucking arms with your perfect fucking tits." You blushed at the mix of compliment and degradation in his voice. You shook your head unable to place a word in his monologue. "Been running around my ass like a bunny in heat. You don't fucking want me. Do you understand? Anyone else, but not me!" He was getting confusing, you tried to keep up with him, but he seemed lost in himself.

"Simon-"

--- explicit trauma talk---

"Don't you fucking dare call me that. Don't you get it? I kill. I murder. I'm not a good man. I was taught to not shy away from blood on my hands. I was tortured." You felt a lump in your throat, what was to come making you slightly shake. "Brainwashed. They hurt and beat you up. But when you don't brake. They show you pleasure. Pretty fucking whores ready to ride you until that's the only relief you get from the knifes and starving. Every fucking morning" he hissed. You wanted to apologize. Say sorry. That he didn't have to. The images of what happened materialize in your brain. "It's the only thing you crave. In between the pain and the assholes who try to get you for their own pleasure."

"Simon-" you called again, mentally cursing yourself for speaking his name, obviously not helping him. His hand rushed to your throat.

"Teach you to think of women as fuck toys only for you to feel good. You fuck. Hard. Brutally. Only for your own release. Is that what you fucking want?" He snapped again, leaning down as he rolled his hips against you.

---end trauma talk---

Somehow yes. You wanted it. But not like this. Not when he was drowning in trauma flashbacks, hating himself and what happened. Your hands flew to his chest as you did all you could to stifle the moan from your throat.

"Of course you do. Fuck… you knew all of that already, Price FUCKIN told you!"

"Ghost." You called, this time with a firmer tone, making him eye you without a word. "I am NOT playing with you. I never fucking did. I just wanted to get to know you." You tried. His hand removed himself from your neck. "I'd fucking lie if I said I wasn't attracted to you, but shit, I never played with you! Price never said anything!" You cried out, trying to not scream at him.

He stared into your eyes, searching for an ounce of lie in your words. Anything. But you never lied. He straightened back, looking down at you as he panted.

"Ghost-"

"Leave." He interupted.

"Wait-"

"I said, LEAVE."

The roaring yell made you jump. It almost made you choke on a hiccup, tears burning your eyes. You rolled around, ready to jump up to your feet. You never said anything more as you ran out of the gym, tears threatening to stain your cheeks. Only when you stood in a dark corner, did you leant back against a wall. You couldn't catch your breath in between the crying and the running. His words kept replaying in your brain as you tried to stop your twisted brain from imagining all the things he said. You felt sick. It hurt more than the screaming and the cursing. You closed your eyes, taking deep breaths.

"Would you look at that…"

You froze, turning towards the sound. You groaned at the sight of one of the recruits from squad 8. These kids don't learn.

"Leave me alone…" you spat.

"You little bitch. Think you can order soldiers. Someone has to teach you a lesson." He spoke, a grin on his face. You glared at him.

"Not tonight. Seriously." You tried to warn.

The slap across your face left you shocked and wide eyed. Taste of blood on your tongue as you had scraped your bottom lip with your teeth. You didn't hesitate, didn't think twice as you jumped on him, punching him repeatedly. It lasted a good two minutes as you fought on the ground. Your mind drowned and screamed under the repeated words of Simon. You weren't proud of it but you definitely let yourself unwind on the poor boy.

He stepped back from you, hand holding his bloody nose. It was probably broken. Your messy bun was now loose, few forming bruises on your skin. You glared at him as you stepped closer ready to keep going, but he decided that he had enough, running back before getting out of sight.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes as you felt tears falling again. You licked your lips, wincing at the sting and tasting the iron-y of your blood. You couldn't go back to the dorms. Not like this. You didn't want to go back to the dorms. You walked around before your eyes set on the black jeep of the lieutenant. You walked to it without much thought before trying the back door that opened without problem. You jumped in, closing the door behind you. You fell to the side, laying down on the backseats.

You felt the cold on your warm skin, as you cursed. You straightened again, looking around the car before you saw the black hooded jacket he had offered you on the first day. You put it on before your eyes fell into a computer bag. Probably a work laptop given to him. You could work. Keep searching. Honestly, right now, you need to keep your mind busy. You pulled it out of the black fabric bag as you set it on your lap, turning it on. You were shaking but it didn't matter. Focus on the screen. On coding. Focus on the search. Nothing else.

The sound of recruits running and higher ups barking orders made you blink open your eyes. You winced when you moved, your sore body, black and blue. You sighed, staring at the roof of the car. You grabbed your phone, staring at the big 'low battery' notification. You switched to the time before sighing again. You were tired. You had fallen asleep two hours ago, at best. You had finally traced back to a soldier, someone that you were practically sure was 'snake'. But you had dived down so deep into work that eventually, you had overworked yourself into exhaustion. Your phone buzzed. You ignored it. It was too early into an already exhausting day to be bothered by human interaction. When it stopped, you closed your eyes again. Somehow people would avoid coming too close to the lieutenant's car, so you could probably rest an hour or two.

The buzzing started again. Multiple times. Texts and messages alternating. You finally snapped as you unlocked your phone. Missed calls from mostly Price, Alejandro, and some from gaz. Soap had gone full texts, sending them non stop. It made you sad. The idea that he was looking for you and was apparently worried about you. For his sake, you decided that it was time to go back to the dorms. You'd sleep better in your room anyway.

When you stepped out of the car, slamming the door behind you, various eyes caught your movement. You ignored it completely again, pulling the fabric of the black sweatshirt jacket around you. You walked towards the dorms, painful body aching with your first steps. The eyeing didn't stop through the hallways or up the staircase. It only stopped when you pushed the door to the dorms.

Far away voices seemed to actively debate. You stepped towards the common room, hearing Price asking Soap to calm down, Gaz saying that he was sure there was an explanation. When you stepped into view, the men were all back turned to you. Valeria was the only one sitting on the couch, catching sight of you. She immediately grinned.

"I hope your enemy looks worse." She joked.

Ah yes… the split lip.

"Go fuck yourself." You let out in a tired voice.

The boys turned to you, Soap immediately rushing to you.

"What happened?!" He inquired.

"I slammed into a door." You tried with a little laugh.

"LI-AR!" Valeria yelled with a mischievous grin. You glared at her.

You had avoided eye contact with the lieutenant, ignoring him completely.

"Tell us what happened." Price asked.

"It's nothing. Really. Doesn't matter…" you let out as Soap inspected your face.

"Is that… Ghost's jacket?" Gaz asked with a frown.

The group turned to him with an accusing stare. So they were aware you had met him last night. Did they think he might?

"I slept in his car." You let out.

Comically enough, the group now turned to you in sync. You tried a glance at the lieutenant who looked at you confused.

"Was nearby and was cold. Don't leave your Jeep unlocked." You explained while removing the jacket to hand it back to him.

"Bloody h-, Y/N!" Soap called again.

You frowned looking back at him. You followed his gaze on your forearm, angry bruises there, bloody knuckles. You sighed.

"I'm fine-"

"We should go to the med bay." Gaz spoke, turning to Price.

Price agreed as Valeria simply chuckled in her corner.

"No! No. No." You let out, taking a step back. "I'm fine. Please. Just… leave it." You asked, tiredness echoing in your voice. You looked at Price. "Did you see the infos I've sent you? About Hanks?"

"The sergeant. Yes." Price said.

"It's the closest I've gotten to someone being 'snake'. I'd say we wait a bit, he'll try to get in contact with Echo and I'll trace it back. I've put him under strong watch" You proposed. He nodded before you let your shoulders fall. "Alright… now if you'll excuse me… I need a nap." You mumbled, turning back towards the hallway and towards your room.

Footsteps were heard behind you that you ignored until you opened your door. You turned around, falling into his eyes. Beautiful brown eyes. You remained silent, simply looking at him.

"What happened?" He asked.

You didn't know what to tell him. You could say the truth but honestly, you wanted to simply say something else. And it was probably the exhaustion that made you slip up.

"I got attached…" you mumbled before slowly closing the door.

You woke up well in the evening. Your body ached even more and you definitely didn't want to move. You were hungry and you were begging for a shower. You stood up slowly before walking to your door. Soft voices echoed again in the common room. You wobbled your way to it as you peeked inside. You immediately noticed Soap and he did too.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked.

"I'm fine… I'm just hungry." You said with a small smile.

"We'll get you something." Gaz added.

"Guys… I can do it myself, really" you sighed.

"Sit on the couch."

The order made you shiver as you turned your head. The mask stared down at you. You eyed him with slight anger before turning to Soap who smiled at you, waiting for you to obey. You rolled your eyes before heading to the couch. You sat down slowly, grabbing the blanket nearby and throwing it around you. You looked up to see Ghost still looking at you as he walked towards the boys. You were shocked to see him start cooking as well.

You shook your head before seeing your laptop on the coffee table. Reaching for it before feeling a soft grab around your wrist. You recognized the skeleton gloves as you looked up to the familiar mask. He shook his head softly before handing you a mug of warm tea. You grabbed it, the warmth spreading to your hand. You hadn't realized how cold your fingers were.

"Thanks.." you whispered, eyes planted on the liquid in your hands.

He walked away again, the sweet smell of food spreading in the room. The first sip of tea filled your body with a delightful shiver, as if your muscles lost their tightness. The TV was on, some silly show that you didn't quite understand. It helped take your brain off of everything as time passed by in a flash.

A large plate was dropped in front of you, eggs, avocado, french toast and fruits all over. You looked up at the boys, Gaz and Soap looking at you proudly as Ghost remained a step back, arms crossed.

"Thank you, that's sweet." You chuckled. Soap sat next to you as Gaz and Ghost took place on the armchairs.

You ate quietly as the boys talked. You found yourself meeting Ghost's gaze too often during your meal as he seemed to eye you like a hawk. Once you finished your plate, Soap happily patted your head before grabbing the empty dish. You threw him a fake glare.

"We got to report with Price. Ghost is staying. If you need anything ask him." Gaz spoke, standing.

You felt yourself freeze for a second. It's ok. You'd simply go back to your room and ignore him.

"Alright. I'm tired to be honest, I'll probably just stay in my room." You reassured.

Soap happily nodded before heading out with Gaz. You sighed, grabbing your mug to finish your tea. The room was silent apart from the TV.

"You should get checked up." He broke the silence.

"I'm fine." You sighed, no actual annoyance towards him.

"You're bruised…" he stated.

"I am, in fact, bruised, lieutenant." You nodded. You took the last sip of your mug before standing up, letting the blanket fall back on the couch. You walked to the sink to drop the mug.

"About… yesterday." He started.

"It's ok." You said. "I mean… it wasn't ok. But I get it. I should have listened to Price when he told me to leave you alone…" you spoke in a messy lighthearted tone.

"I'm… sorry if I hurt you. Or scared you." He spoke again.

"You didn't hurt me. You are a scary man, but I wasn't that frightened by you." You said, finally turning around with a little smirk. He eyed you, expression unreadable. "I'm going to go to my room." You informed him, as you walked towards the hallway. Familiar footsteps behind you almost made you laugh. You stepped inside, leaving the door open for your obvious stalker.

"I really think you should go see the medic." He spoke again.

"Nope…" you simply answered.

"You need to be checked for possible injuries." He pushed.

You wanted to tell him that he could come undress you and check himself. The idea sparked in your mind as you turned to him with your mouth slightly agape.

"Hum… actually… Can you help me with something?" You asked. He thought for a second before nodding. "Can you… go get your pretty knife?" He was going to say something but you beat him to it. "I'm not going to steal it. But we'll need it."

He took another long second to think before stepping out of the room. When he walked back in, you instructed him to close the door. You sat on the bed as he remained standing.

"What you said yesterday." You started, quickly anticipating his reaction. "No! I'm not trying to talk about it. Don't worry. I won't push it." You reassured him, looking deep into his eyes. He looked tense now. "What… did it cause?" You asked.

"What do you mean..?" He asked with a frown. You sighed.

"On the night I came home to my dead family. The TV was still blaring. With a TV show my siblings loved to watch. I can't stand the sight of it now…" you explained. He seemed to understand.

"Touch. Getting…" he seemed to question himself. Asking himself if he truly wanted to be open with you. "Getting intimate is complicated." You warmed up at the thought that he did trust you. "Even if.. they didn't manage to break me. I'm unsure of myself. Of my touch or… my behavior. Scared to snap." He explained. You nodded.

"Have you? -you don't have to answer this- been… with someone, since then?" You asked. He took a deep breath.

"Tried. Only once or twice. Never more than a night."

You nodded. You patted the bed next to you and he glared at you.

"I'm not going to jump on you Ghost. I'm going to propose a deal." You explained.

"A deal?" He tilted his head.

"Yes. An experience. Only if you trust me." You let out.

Silence fell. He stepped closer but remained standing in front of you.

"What deal?" He asked. You extended your hand, asking for the knife. He looked at you, weary. He slowly handed you the knife as you held it before laying back down on the bed. You opened your legs wide enough to make sure he'd be able to sit in the middle. He inhaled a sharp breath.

"Come on… come here." You beckoned him.

"No. Absolutely not." He took a step back. You immediately sat up.

"I'm not asking for- Ghost… please. Trust me." You begged. "If you feel in the slightest like it's too much we immediately stop."

His breathing had quickened. You very slowly laid back down, eyes softly inviting him. He slowly walked to you, stopping next to the bed. It did send a wave of warmth to your pussy. The way he towered you and looked down at you so darkly. He knelt down on the bed, awkwardly positioning himself in between your legs. You let them rest on his thighs.

"Alright… I'm going to let you… check for my injuries." You explained. He kept his hands fisted on the sheets next to your hips. "You can, remove my clothes-" he hissed a breath again. "But!" He stopped. "Come here." You asked him as you brought him forwards to lean closer to you. "If I feel unsafe, or uncomfortable. I will tell you to stop. And you will." You explained.

"Why would you trust me?" He snarked.

"I trust you. You're the one not trusting yourself." You let out softly. He was taken aback but remained frozen. You raised the knife slowly to his neck as his eyes followed its path. "There… see? I'm protected. I won't let you hurt me." You said, the soft smile on your lips incredibly contrasting with the situation. He let out a shaky breath. His eyes watched yours, searching for fear or apprehension. Perhaps any uncomfort or wavering will. But you showed none. His eyes slowly lowered to your jaw, traveling slowly down to your neck and collar bone.

The baggy t-shirt covered most parts of your upper body. When his eyes fell on your waist, his hand slowly moved to grab and fist at the hem of the baggy shirt. He glanced up, freezing, asking for permission. You nodded slowly. His other hand joined the first once, slowly pushing the fabric up. He was suddenly serious. Checking for bruises or cuts. You were ok for most part, until he raised the shirt enough to see the beginning of your ribcage. A violet bruise on your left side made his eyebrows twitch.

The anger it seemed to awoke in him gave him confidence in his movements. He remained slow but pulled off the shirt above your head to throw it somewhere in the room angrily. His eyes scanned your body, a few bruises on the shoulder but nothing too serious. The one on your rib cage seemed to particularly anger him. He didn't flinch at the way you simply laid down with your bra and your bottom clothes.

"It looks worse than it feels…" you tried.

"Why didn't you come back to the gym? Ask for help?" He questioned.

"You… didn't want to see me…" you let out slowly.

His hands at the hem of your leggings shook slightly. You didn't know if it was the realization of his behaviors or simply that you felt like you couldn't ask for his help that caused a shock through him, but you only had time to blink before the sound of shredded fabric was heard. You gasped as you looked up at him.

"Stop." You warned.

He froze, not a single movement. You made him look up at you.

"Breathe…" you asked. "It's ok. You're angry. I get it." At least partially…

"I… you felt unsafe to come ask me for help." He translated his own perception.

"No…" you shook your head. "I know that if I came running to you, you would have helped. Without a single doubt." You stated honestly. "I didn't come to see you because I could handle the situation… and I wanted to give you some space." You finished.

He closed his eyes for a second before glancing back at your ripped leggings.

"Sorry…" he mumbled. You giggled, catching his attention.

"It's ok. You'll have to buy me a new one though." You teased.

The hand on your thighs moved up and down lightly as he glanced down and up at you again. Asking for the next step.

"Go on…" you permitted.

His hands traveled back to the black leggings, taking them off softly. Little bruises here and there, but nothing as bad as the rib cage. He still had his brows furrowed as he inspected every inch of your skin. You were now only in panties and bra. He made sure too carefully, up to your ankles. You had your thighs slightly closed, an instinct when he had ripped your pants. He sighed softly, tension releasing his shoulders.

"See? Told you. Nothing bad-" He was frozen. Eyes fixed on something. "G..ghost?" You questioned.

You stood on your elbows, lowering the hand with the knife to look at the spot he was looking. A dark purple bruise in the shape… of a bite. You tried to close your thighs only to have his hands restrain them to keep them apart enough to inspect the outrageous wound.

"It's… yeah… had my thighs around his neck… he… bit me-"

An exhale. A shuddered exhale. The knife removed from your hand to be thrown across the room planting itself in the wall in a loud 'thud'. You were manhandled on your stomach as you let out a shocked yelp. He wasn't hurting you. Wasn't being aggressive. But he was possessively owning your body. You could hear him breathe harder.

"Simon…" it escaped your lips.

His hands pulled your hair to the side. He was inspecting you. The nape of your neck, your shoulders and back. Your ass and the back of your thighs.

"Simon" you warned.

You felt him lean forward, the cold touch of his mask in between your shoulder blades.

"Tell me." He asked, tone sounding more like an order.

"Sim-"

"Tell. Me." He growled against your ear. You shivered.

"I.." you felt your heartbeat quicken. Not fear. Something else. "I don't know his name…" you answered honestly. You knew his squad. Knew the problems he had caused.

"A face. A rank. A fucking squad." He asked.

"Alright… breathe. I'll tell you, but you need to calm down." You gave in.

The hand close to your face, fisted in the sheets, flexed before relaxing.

"Go on… I'm listening…"

You felt yourself shake a bit. You were worried. Worried of what he'd do to the poor boy. But something else made you feel lightheaded. The sudden possessiveness, the sudden need to protect you that you weren't expecting at all.

"I really don't know his name. Just… don't hurt the poor boy…"

"Boy. Alright. Not a higher up, a stupid recruit. Sergeant at best." He mumbled. You rolled your eyes.

"It's… complicated…" you bit your lip. Should you tell him… the whole truth?

"I'm waiting. I got all night." He said. "Can… I?" He questioned.

"Can you what?" You frowned confused.

"...touch you." He grumbled lowly, almost ashamed. You giggled before nodding slowly. Light fingers roamed across the skin of your back, tracing your spine. "I'm listening." He reminded you.

A shuddered breath made you halt before continuing your tale.

"I've been… headbutting with some squad for a little while now." You started, earning no visible reaction from him. "I've… been cornered once. But Gaz and Soap showed up." He hummed, recording the event in the kitchen, his hands running up and down your sides, making you sigh. "When you guys left… they kind of tracked me down. Was unable to go back to the dorms for a little while. Alejandro helped after I kinda tricked them."

"Did they hurt you?" He asked, squeezing at the flesh of your hips, making you bite your lip.

"No." You said. "And… last night. I ran out of the gym and stopped to catch my breath. One of them cornered me. I wanted him to leave me alone but…" you felt unsure.

Simon groaned, manhandling you again to put you on your back again. His hand rose to your chin, making sure to lock eyes with you.

"But?" He questioned.

"But… he slapped me." You answered in a low, tiny voice. Anger flashed again in his eyes, as they lowered to your lip. "I defended myself." You remembered him. "We fought. And I kinda…" now you blushed at the realization. Confused but curious gaze fell back into yours. "I broke his nose…"

A light chuckle rumbled through Simon. You looked away. You weren't embarrassed that you defended yourself. His reaction made you feel something that made your heart jump.

"Well that's a good girl…"

You turned to him, wide eyed, lips slightly parted. The sound of his deep raspy voice, saying honey praise made your stomach flip, now feeling your own racing heartbeat in between your legs. Legs that were still wide opened as he was still nested in between them. You hid your face behind your hands.

"Ok, stop." You instructed.

"So… I can touch you, but I can't call you a good girl?" He argued.

"Exactly!" You answered, removing your hands to look at him.

His eyes wrinkled, an obvious grin behind the mask.

"Alright. How about you rest? I'll take care of the rest." He said, standing up. "Tomorrow morning you'll go down to the med bay with Price."

"I said-" you argued back.

"So they'll write down a report." He cut you off. "I can excuse fighting on the battlefield. Doing everything to survive, even if we go down to biting the opponent. But this…" he lazily pointed at your naked thighs, making you close them. "That is cowardly. Attacking a lone person in the dark and biting them. That's not a soldier." He explained again.

You sighed, nodding slightly. His point of view was understandable. He moved, readjusting his pants making you notice the prominent bulge in his pants, the sight making you lick your lips instinctively. God.. he's big.

"Tracker!"

You jumped at the reprimand, gazing up at an annoyed Ghost, clenching his jaw.

"It's not my… I am looking respectfully! You…you're packing all of that! What do you want from me!?" You stammered, embarrassed to be caught so shamelessly looking.

Flushed cheeks and sorry gaze, but your thighs clenched together. He noticed. Of course he did.

"Look who's talking… sprawled out almost naked…" he said, his voice rumbling dangerously.

You smirked, pulling a blanket over you as he immediately looked up at you with a frown.

"Boom! See? Problem fixed! Now get out of here… with… all of that." You teased, gesturing at his pants.

He groaned walking towards the door, palming his erection to somehow make it feel more comfortable.

"Think of me when you'll jerk off." You teased again. He sent you a dark look.

"No problem." He teased back.

Silence fell, moments where none of you moved.

"Thank you… for… being patient with me and… letting me… test? I don't know…" he stumbled in his words.

"Any time Simon. I feel comfortable with you. Even if you don't want anything… more than friendship… I want you to be comfortable with me. And let me help you if I can." You answered honestly.

He nodded slowly before exiting the room. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. God. This man will be the death of you…

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DYNAMO | Steve Rogers x Reader | part 2.

HYDRA has made their share of human experiments. You're just one of them. One of the least successful ones. One of the least functional ones. At least your life in the facility gave you a few things: unwavering resilience, cool(ish) superpowers and a great sense of humor. Steve Rogers would strongly disagree with that last one. A single chance encounter with him reluctantly brings you into the Avengers Compound, and you're determined to make his life as miserable as you can. Feeling's mutual.

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notes: part 2 is up! I've had this written for a while and I didn't want to wait to post hehehe. Not a lot of Steve interaction this time around though, just getting the plot going </3 (warnings: mentions of human experimentation, violence, cursing) (2.5K words)

2: CONDUCTIVE ACCORDS

“So, I’ve been thinking about what that thing you asked me,” Natasha slides on a stool next to Steve, and he raises one eyebrow at her, silently waiting for her to elaborate. He asks her lots of things, all the time. “on the girl with the electric powers. And then I remembered something.”

She opens the laptop she’s brought with her, and Steve feels dizzy by the lack of, well, anything, in her desktop area. He’s aware she has a meticulously crafted system, and that it never fails her, because she is Natasha Romanoff. But come on. There’s not even a Google Chrome on there.

After a couple of clicks a PDF is up on the screen. Medical records, and a picture attached. Yeah, that’s her alright-- he could spot that intense gaze anywhere.

He reads her name on the top of the page and tests it on his tongue.

“Or…A-7463. They refer to her mostly like this, anyway. She was part of an experiment to get people into manipulating energy.”

“Seems like they were successful.” He’d know. His body was still recovering from that.

“Almost…They wanted an army.” Natasha scrolls down, and more pictures come into view. They all have a bright red VERSAGEN stamp over the pages. Failures.

Kids.

That makes Steve grimace. “She was the only one who survived.”

“Yes. And when I came across these for the first time I thought--”

Steve’s head whips to Natasha’s face. His eyebrows meet at the center of his face.

“You knew? You kept this from us?”

“Well, it didn’t seem relevant—"

“An enhanced HYDRA agent walking around free isn’t relevant?”

“She’s not so much an agent – she’s more of a victim, don’t you think?” Natasha sighs, and closes the laptop. Steve perks up in his stool, staring down at her, even though he knew damn well that intimidation tactic wouldn’t work. But he wants her to know that he’s angry.

A victim. She didn’t seem like a victim when he was writhing on the ground like a fish out of water.

But those cries of pain he heard then weren’t his. His jaw was too busy being clenched shut to utter any sound.

Steve pinches the bridge of his nose, trying not to feel sympathy for the girl—woman, actually; from her files she is around 23 something now.

She’s HYDRA, still. And hasn’t turned herself over to justice. There was something off about it, Steve could feel it even though he couldn’t pinpoint it exactly.

“And I figured they’d have eliminated her already.” That brings Steve out of his own thoughts. She had been slipping through everyone’s fingers, then – and that was intriguing.

Maybe they could get her to collaborate. Take down HYDRA once and for all. Smash all the heads, burn all the tentacles to a crisp. From the inside, or at least with an insider on their court.

Even though their first impression was less than positive.

“We should take this to Fury and the others.”

“As if we needed another one of those.”

“Tony—”

“No, no, let ‘im talk, Natasha. Those what?” Bucky plants both hands – one human, one a prototype – on the table in front of him.

“Those—”

“Will this ever stop…” Steve shoots a sympathetic look at Wanda, though Tony’s remarks were never directed at her.

“Those what, Stark?”

Since Bucky Barnes had moved into the Avengers compound with the rest of them, his and Tony’s bickering had become a constant. They revel in civility until Tony decides he’s bored and it all begins again.

“Okay, children, you can stop now.” Fury drops a manila folder on the table – theatrics, because he never opens it, and instead uses a controller to turn on a screen behind him right after. It works though, as all of them turn to look at him. Steve rests his chin in his hand.

The face of a young A-7463 is up on the screen, staring right at him once again. A mystery wrapped inside a challenging gaze. Steve’s need to figure out just what she wanted and who she was grew more every time he looked at her.

Wouldn’t you like to know, Cap.

“…so we make her an offer she can’t refuse: freedom in exchange of information. Of course, with the bonus of not letting another superhuman on the loose.”

“Temporary and conditional pardon isn’t really freedom, Fury.”

“Well not everyone is as lucky as you, Barnes.” Bucky clenches his jaw at the same time Steve does his.

But it’s different. Bucky was a prisoner of war. He was forced into it. Who’s to say which side the girl was really on.

And those powers… she could be dangerous. Taking her down would probably need all their forces combined. They all agreed on that, at least.

But the plan was set: find her, convince her to cooperate in exchange of a conditional. Keep the girl and her powers under their watch and their control.

Finding her would be Natasha’s job. Steve and Sam would play the diplomatic part. Or they’d try.

He had a feeling that would be the hard part. Maybe they should cause a power outage in the vicinity just in case.

A-7463.

He thinks about your name again. It’s fitting for a hurricane, and he’s about to walk right into it.

There’s something humorous about having blue hair when you have electric powers.

Your hair is dyed a deep indigo now – and it should make you easier to spot in any normal circumstances, but not in Los Angeles, it doesn’t. This specific shade of blue was sold out in all of the Sally’s you walked in. So, like the sensible person you were, you broke into an apartment and stole a jar of it. You know, as you do.

The good thing about this city is that there were plenty of empty apartments for you to stay in – granted, most of them were just arranged to look livable, but a couch is a couch and for a night, that’s enough for you.

It’s not like you can rent an AirBnb.

Your mousey life has been going okay so far – since meeting Captain America over a week ago, you managed to stay lowkey, powers included. A blackout in L.A. would be a dead giveaway.

The balmy air of the city fills your lungs and clings to your skin as you munch on the other half of the burrito you got for lunch. You haven’t been able to eat much these days—something about the migraines left you with barely enough energy (ha) to keep yourself alive.

You’d never thought you’d miss the devils in lab coats and gas masks, but you almost do. It’s hard doing it yourself, and you don’t have the access to the drugs they used.

The view is pretty from the top of the building you’re sitting on, all windows and lights and cars going up and down the elevated highways. It’s nice. You wonder what New York would look like, but you don’t have the guts to go up there. Too close.

“Nice view you got there.”

A woman’s voice makes you jump and drop your food on the floor. You groan in frustration, but your breath gets caught up in your throat when the red hair comes into your line of vision.

Natasha Romanoff.

She’s leaning casually against the door that leads to the staircase down, and you know it’s to stop you from getting to it.

“Smart move with the hair. I almost got to three other people before finding you.”

You shrug, but inside you feel a little spark of pride.

“You made me drop my dinner.”

“Sorry about that. Although half a burrito barely sounds like dinner to me. I’ll buy you a decent meal—if you agree to sit and talk to me.”

The offer was tempting, and Romanoff’s face made you want to trust her. You were starving, really, until the realization that she was going through an effort to keep that expression on made you take a step back and your appetite vanish.

“Not hungry. And I’m not really a conversational kind of girl.”

“We have a proposition you might be interested in.”

“An apartment behind bars? Rogers already made that,” Casually averting your eyes back to the skyline, you begin scanning the horizon for the rest of them.

“They’re not here. Relax.”

“Lie.”

“Yes and no. They came with me, but they’re not close enough to ambush you.”

You don’t miss how she skirted around the actual reason she was here – a proposition. Bullshit.

“Right.”

“Not that I think they couldn’t—but they won’t. Trust me.” Her voice sounds much closer than before, and you turn your head to meet her intense gaze as your hairs stand on end. She’s sizing you up; you know her methods.

You had classes on all of them before you got out.

A former field of study standing right in front of you, casually inviting you for dinner. You wonder if she knows you feel like you’re caught in a mousetrap.

“Should I?”

Natasha chuckles lightly. “Not if you’re smart. Now, I am dying for that Pho across the street, so I’m heading there. Offer stands until I walk out that door, and I’m not leaving without you. Noodles or handcuffs, take your pick.” She sighs as you square your shoulders and keep looking ahead. You can hear the creak of the door at the same time your stomach rumbles.

Oh, screw it. Might as well take your chances.

“Wait—” You catch up with her a second before the door closes. When in Rome.

Well, L.A.

Turns out the choice between food or handcuffs wasn’t one. You inhaled the Pho like it was your first meal in days, because it kind of was, and then you got your wrists bound behind you on the next.

There was just a little scuffle in the middle.

Honestly, it wasn’t your fault; Captain America and the Falcon descended on you just as you were leaving the restaurant, your belly still warm from the food.

All you managed was a snarl as you leaped away from the three and gathered the block’s electricity on your body. One by one the lamps were out, and your face was illuminated by the familiar blue glow.

Captain America’s shield deflected your first blast before being hurled in your direction, lodging itself on the wall behind you. The next hit him right on the chest. Your lips curled into a smirk.

And then the energy vanished from your hands. As if evaporated into the air.

Groaning, you concentrated on bringing it back and directing yourself to your second target. Spots filled your vision, and your head felt like it was being split open.

It was a fraction of a second, and the Falcon took it. He knocked you over your middle and handcuffed you. And that was the end of it. You vision was too blurry to react and you had to make an effort to keep yourself conscious. The lights returned to the street. Shit.

Your powers are unreliable, you know as much. And now here you are, being strapped into a high-tech aircraft by none other than Mr. America himself.

“Absolutely fucking not.”

They had finally shared what the proposition was.

You could be arrested. Or you could be arrested, but with a pretty bow on top.

“You don’t have a third choice here. This the most generous we’ve been to anyone ex-hydra.”

“Except for Barnes.” Rogers clenches his jaw, now even more pissed than he was by your swearing. “Pity you and I are not besties then.”

His hairs are still unruly from your energy blast, and it makes you smirk. No hair gel is invincible.

Natasha must have caught a wave of it too, because you notice her usually impeccable hair a little bit frizzy. You almost feel bad – she did buy you dinner, after all.

There’s something almost empathetic to her demeanor, but it must be to break your resistance. Good cop, bad cop, as they say. You’re honestly surprised Rogers is the bad one this time.

He must really hate HYDRA. And so do you.

Thing was, you were kept in the dark on most of their operations. You didn’t even know where your base was until you escaped from it: two days away from civilization across the frozen tundra.

And this felt like walking back to it, except with a government issued name.

“I don’t know all these things about them like you think I do,” You start, and you meet eyes with Sam Wilson.

“We’ll take whatever you got.” He’s frowning, as if he’s undecided about you.

“And then let me go.”

“You will be pardoned. But you’ll stay at the compound for the time being.”

That’s that pretty bow on top.

However long or what would be done with you after said pardon, no one was willing to make that clear.

“That’s a shit deal. Prison or prison! Who did you guys learn to negotiate with, the Russian mob?” You squirm on your seat, but the cuffs on your wrists and ankles are tight. Your powers nowhere to be found. All that lab fuckery for nothing.

“You’ll see the living conditions are pretty good there.” Natasha arguments. “And we have a pretty damn good doctor that can figure out whatever’s going on with you.”

You look at her like a deer caught in the headlights. You’ve always thought she had no special powers, but now you’re wondering if she can read minds.

All three of them are staring at you now.

“Your nose is bleeding.” She explains it, and you hastily wipe it on your shoulder. There goes your last good hoodie. “And I read your file. We did.”

Your file. She has your file, the thing you’ve been looking for, the answers you need.

As if on cue, the pounding on your head returns. You close your eyes, letting your head fall back and knock softly against the wall. All you wanted was to just live. No stupid powers. No running. No Avengers, no HYDRA, no migraines and nosebleeds. The boring life everyone complains about.

You didn’t want to waste away while your own body turned against you, mad someone tampered with it until things went haywire.

The promise of a solution at last makes you go quiet.

“Fine. The Avenger Disneyland it is.”

#steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fic #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers #emwrites

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caffeinatedcursedcutie · 3 months

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Roger’s face felt hot as he dropped the nail clippers into the sink, angry tears rolling down his cheeks, almost like his body was disobeying him. It clattered loudly, not near loud enough to express how pissed he was. He wanted to pick them up and slam them down into the sink again, and again, and again until something snapped or shattered or broke.

It seemed, ever since he had come home from the hospital, that’s all he was capable of. Slamming doors, breaking coffee mugs. No one had asked him how to fix their laptop since before his arm was amputated, no one was calling to talk to him about connecting a TV or just talk about anything normal instead of how are you feeling? I’m going to use kiddy gloves around you because I don’t know how to talk to you about this.

No one addressed it when he snapped again and sent a fork flying across the table, or when he threw another goddamn bouquet of flowers because why does everything think I want fucking flowers.

Stark white bandages covered his nub of a left arm, mocking him in the mirror. He could tell, looking at his naked torso, how much of his left side had atrophied. It was glaringly obvious that the two sides were unmatched, unwhole, like someone had tried to trace him on the other side and didn’t get it quite right.

The damaged side was the source of his rage, limiting every fucking thing he did. It was like pressing into a bruise over and over again, being reminded how much it hurt. Just trying to get dressed in the morning, or make himself food, or take a leak, he fumbled and had to try again until he awkwardly succeeded. It was maddening.

He just wanted to trim his fingernails, overgrown white nails snagging on fabric everytime he tried to lay down for the night or change clothes. It felt unclean, like dirt was gathering under them.

Roger reached up to scrub away tears as he heard doors opening outside of the bedroom, no doubt Riley coming to see what the slamming was. On reflection, he just let his hand drop. It was Riley, she didn’t care. She had walked in on him crying or smashing shit, and simply grabbed a broom or asked if he wanted a beer.

The door cracked open, and he heard her talking before even fully looking at her face. “Ay, liquor store run, you want a six pack or do you wanna get properly fucked up tonight? I’m drinking.” Only Riley would ask a guy who is still on antibiotics and pain medications if he wanted to drink.

Against his own volition, that made him laugh. It seemed silly, out of place, and so absolutely Riley that it made him laugh.

He had to admit to himself, when Riley had offered to move in with him, he hadn’t expected her to actually be of any use. He always thought of her as the girl you called for a party, not exactly the first person you call for babysitting duties. Somehow, she had been good for him. When he felt like his sanity was starting to slip, she just slotted into his life so perfectly as a crutch.

“What, ran out of peppermint schnapps?” He said wetly, trying to take a jab at her. “Yeah, in highschool, when I puked them all over my mom’s white couch.” She picked up on the joke. “I was thinking fireball, graduate from highschool to college.”

“Ew.” He sniffed loudly, thankful that she didn’t comment on his crying.

“Hey, Riley…” He gave pause. He didn’t like this at all, asking for help. Logically, he had to, that was the only way he was going to trim his nails without accidentally cutting himself or just failing miserably at the task.

She didn’t ask. She didn’t run to his side or encourage him to ask her. That’s why she worked so well living in his house.

“Can you cut my nails?” “Sure thing.” Her joking tone dropped, but it didn’t ruin anything. The silence felt normal between them.

White nail bits went flying from under the metal tool as she clipped them, carelessly left to collect alongside the bits of hair and dust on the ground. Roger’s face burned as she got close to him, stretching out his fingers. From embarrassment? He wasn't exactly sure.

When she finished his pinky, he dropped his hand away. “Hang on.” She interrupted, to his confusion. Riley started to dig through his drawers until she found a nail file that Roger didn't even know he had.

The sound and feeling of the file gave him the creeps, his skin crawling as she wore down the jagged edges left from cutting his nails.

“I know.” She said, like she was reading his mind, her brow furrowed in concentration. “I hate it too.”

But she was done quickly.

He pressed his thumb nail against his index finger pad, finding the nail length was plenty short enough. Relief spread through him as he checked every nail, rounded and short. He felt cleaner, somehow, even though he still probably needed to wash his hand.

“So, beer or fireball?” She interrupted his thoughts, the same perfectly flawed Riley as ever.

#writeblr #whump #whump writing #caretaker #whumpee

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years

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Michael Myers x Reader || Drabble

Plot: Just another daunting day getting home to your evil dog- um, lover. Your evil, lover.

Warnings: Non-Sexual Nudity.

You’re just kicking up your feet after a long day with your laptop propped on your lap, your show starting on screen and a glass of whatever in your hand, when theirs a bump, a smash, andcouple of clatters all of a sudden upstairs, consecutively. Looking up, quickly, you wonder what in the world that was. What is Michael doing up there? The man is usually silent- so unless a burglar currently up there that he’s smashing the brains out of, then there should be no noise.

“Mi- Michael?” You call up, confused. When there is, of course, no verbal response, you set your laptop on the side table and hop up to your feet; Hurrying up the stairs to see what he’s done. I swear to god, if theirs some poor, dead animal up here…

Honestly sometimes having Michael is like having a really angry dog.

“Michael, what’s happening? I heard a noise, are you alright?” Looking around, you still don’t see him- which is not usually surprising, seeing as he likes to stand super still sometimes and scare the crap out of you when you inevitably notice him after minutes, but after that bang, you’re getting increasingly confused. “A shelf didn’t fall on you, did it??”

Rounding a corner into the spare room that he’s taken up residence in - hostile take-over style, - and turning your head around to find him. “Michael? Yo, man, are you- WOAH!”

God, when you see him- you SEE him. And boy, is

… IT…

A doozy. You’re always surprised, seeing how big this man is, down there. And you are seeing it… right now…

Because he’s naked. Like, fully naked. No clothes, except the mask- which- obviously. Obviously. Of course! Why you would expect any different, you don’t know. But there he is, bare as the day he was born- Just standing there looking out the open window like you don’t have neighbours-

“Mike!” Quickly, you lurch into action; Grabbing a blanket from the unmade bed and wrapping it around his waist like a towel. Glancing out the window as you do, you see Mrs Braginski from next door on the street outside, staring right up… and waive at her, quiet awkwardly, still holding up the blanket. “Hi- Mrs Braginksi! Um- Sorry, he- This isn’t- “When her face twists into one of Old Russian Lady Judgement, the same one she used when you planted sunflowers on her ‘Violet Only’ street, you immediately drop the attempt at apology. “YOU KNOW WHAT, HE’S A NUDIST. TOTALLY VALID LIFE CHOICE, YANA. SUCK THOSE EYES BACK INTO YOUR HEAD- Come on Michael, away from the window, I beg of you.”

He steps back, watching you try and fail to make the blanket stay no matter how tightly you tuck it in, and shake your head. You’re also muttering to yourself, which he listens intently to. “Can you believe that woman? First of all, yours is probably the best tail she’s seen in a long time, you know? So- why is this so hard, c’mon… “It’s just a fricken blanket skirt!!

You let go of the blanket after a minute and step back, thinking that it’s a well-established blanket skirt… and watch it immediately flop to the floor again.

Throwing your arms up, you turn around. “Whatever! Nothing I haven’t seen before. So what went bang- “Looking around the room, its not long before you see the closet wide open and a box of your good China that was living on the top shelf… now on the ground… thoroughly broken. “Found it.”

Yep- having Michael is just like having a mean dog. Things get broken, you feel like you have to put up signs, the neighbours get mad at you, you got genitals hanging out in the open…

Except even the grumpiest dog’ll try and protect its friend. Just last week- Michael brought a racoon into the house, left it in the kitchen, heard your screams when you came home, and elected to stay in bed. You have the scratches to prove it, and also the certificate for the rabies shot you had to get.

“I don’t suppose you’re gonna clean this up?” You ask, setting your hands on your hips and turning to look up into the dark, scary eyeholes of your soulless roommate fearlessly. He does not respond at all, just staring back like of course the hell not, and it’s not long before your eyes find themselves slipping… down his form again… and you take in a deep breath- once again averting your gaze. “Woah,” You shake your head. “That’s a lotta Michael. OKAY!- I’ll go, um, yeah… get the broom and shovel. Yep. Okay- Lets go Y/N, get your mind outta the damn gutter.”

You disappear back downstairs for half a minute to grab the before mentioned cleaning implements, and when you come back he is even more naked.

This time you actually stop in your tracks, though.

Because he’s taken off his mask.

His short brown hair’s sticking up all over the place because of the mask, he’s pale - also because of the mask… though, with the weather Haddonfield has going on, he’d be pale either way, -, and he’s got exhausted, yet uncomfortably focused blue eyes trained on you.

Lowering the broom and shovel in either hand, you soften your own eyes on him. “… Michael… do you… trust me?... Cuz like, that’s an honour. Th-thank you? I think we do have a sort of connection, too- you know, apart from the, actual, ya know, connecting we do, physically- hey!!”

He rolls his eyes up into his skull at your rambling, and promptly drags the mask back over his head.

#Michael Myers x Reader Drabble #Michael Myers #Michael Myers x Reader #Slasher #Slashers #Slashers x Reader #Slasher x Reader #Drabble

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writeformesinpie · 3 years

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A Cookie Club

Chapter One: First Impressions

Akatsuki x Fem!Reader

Word Count - 2k

Genre - Crack/Harem

Summary -

You need a club to help beef up your college resume and you’ve always considered yourself a decent Magic: The Gathering player, but looking around the room you start to think that this is not the type of ‘magic’ they had in mind.

The Reverse Harem Crack Fic where you end up on wacky adventures with the Akatsuki who have all made it their mission to get in your pants. Who will win your heart?

Warnings -

Eventual smut, suggestive, slow burn, alcohol consumption, the occasional unwanted advances, dirty jokes, criminal behaviour,

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“Oops, I'm sorry. I think I'm in the wrong place…”

You looked around the room, your face a mixture of shock and wonder. You glanced with suspicion at the number listed on the room. 1408. It was the right number, unless you had written it down wrong. You hadn't doubled checked it at the time as you were in a rush. After already missing several days of your first week, you didn't want to make a horrible first impression. Peering around the room now, you somehow felt that wouldn't be an issue. You had a feeling that the people in this room didn’t care one way or another if you were late or not.

“Where are you aiming to be?” A man with spiked-up orange hair and several unique facial piercings asked without looking up from the laptop he was focused on.

You shuffled to your feet and looked at the ground. “Uh, the Magic club.”

“Then you’ve reached the right place, un.” A blond pulled a single red rose from behind your ear. You took a step back and observed the man. He was wearing thick black eyeliner and a fishnet shirt. He brushed a hand through the long bangs that covered the left side of his face all the way back to the high ponytail he was sporting. He chuckled, “The name’s Deidara. I'm sure you’ve heard of me?”

“Huh? Uh, no, but the banner?” You ignored the now sulking blond as you pointed to the material spread across the doorway. It was simple, so simple in fact that you thought maybe one of their younger siblings had made it. It was also lopsided, so much so that even someone half-blind would notice. It was black with a few red clouds and a single word splashed across the middle in white - ‘Akatsuki’.

“This is indeed the Magic club. The banner was my idea. It took me several nights to make that. Good, right? This team’s name is Akatsuki-” Laptop Guy looked you up and down, “-and you are?”

“I signed up for the club but I was under the impression that this was a club for the card game Magic The Gathering,” your voice drifted off as you pondered if he was serious. The banner looked like a child had made it. He had to be kidding, right? You decided to let it go as you took in the scene before you.

There were two men near the window juggling, one towering over the other. In fact, he towered over everyone in the room. He had three scars under each of his eyes and his blue hair was styled up into a mohawk. The man next to him was under six foot with straight black hair and long, pronounced tear troughs beneath dark eyes that didn't bother looking up at you. The man with the mohawk was having a hard time keeping the balls in the air. As soon as he got momentum, he got too excited and the balls would smash against the ceiling. As he was closer to the ceiling, he had less space to allow the balls to stay in flight above him. His companion smiled and encouraged him to try again several times, his set of balls staying in the air with ease as he fiddled around and spoke.

A woman with a light blue paper flower swept in her short blue hair sat next to Piercing Guy while making a paper crane. Her lavender-shaded amber eyes glazed over you before returning to her multi-colored paper. The table was filled with disproportionate objects and plush animals of every colour in the rainbow. Some had unraveled and others slumped with sadness as if wishing to be whole. On her right was a man with tousled, red hair who was painting a doll. He also didn't look up from his table as he strung the separate parts of the creature’s limbs together. It made you shiver, forcing you to look away. Behind him was a man with short, spiked black hair. The entire right side of his face was scarred. He had a smile on his lips as he shuffled a deck of playing cards. He threw them into his left hand before waving at you with vigorous enthusiasm. You lifted your hand up with a slight nod before your eyes landed on the man in the corner of the room.

The aura he gave off was terrifying. His arms were folded across his chest as his intense gaze attempted to hypnotize you. The sun shied away from the corner, almost as if refusing to touch the man. He was in shadows but even from this far away, you could make out the purple eyes that complemented his slicked-back silver hair. This man screamed danger. You compelled your eyes to look back over to Piercing Guy. You wished you hadn't. It turned out that Purple Eyes in the corner wasn't the only one with a look that could kill. You took another step back toward the exit.

“Like I said, I think I'm in the wrong place.”

“Magic The Gathering, you said? You are in the right place. This is meant to be a club for the card game, however these idiots have turned it into a different type of magic.” Piercing Guy narrowed his eyes, waving his hand toward the jugglers. He turned and looked at the rest of the group before chuckling, “or no magic at all.”

“This… this is magic!” Deidara exclaimed as he produced a white dove from behind his back. He smirked at your widening eyes as you looked behind him, trying to figure out where the bird had come from.

“Put the stupid bird back in the cage before I boil it and eat it,” Piercing Guy snapped before returning his focus to his laptop in an obvious attempt to ignore the strange people around him.

“You can’t do that, Pain! It’s the club mascot!”

Pain? What a strange name. You let the argument play out, only half-listening as Pain declared the club did not have a mascot. You slid over to the cordial man with the cards and the scars. He seemed sweet. “What about you? What is your magic? Do you know any card tricks?”

“Tobi knows a lot of card tricks. He knows so many card tricks-” he threw the deck on the table with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. A shiver ran down your spine as his voice deepened. His black eyes stared at you, refusing to break contact, “-but I wouldn’t know anything about that.”

You wondered if it was too late to change clubs. You tried to smile as you backed up once more, easing your way over to the redhead in front of him.

He didn’t look up, continuing to weave magic through his fingers as he murmured, “I guess this is a type of magic but to me, it is closer to art.”

“Did you say art?”

Deidara narrowed his blue eyes at the groans echoing from each person in the room. You looked around and the others either had their heads in their hands or were rolling their eyes. “Quit it! You’re making me look bad in front of the lady.”

“You’re doing that all by yourself,” the redhead smirked. Deciding that you might be worth a glance, his dull brown eyes gave you a once-over. Unimpressed, he went straight back to work on his creepy doll.

“Oh, just can it, Sasori! No one asked you anyway, un,” Deidara mumbled as he picked up one of the dolls on the table in front of the other man. “I wouldn’t really call this art, though.”

Sasori took his time looking up at Deidara. The right side of his lips twitched into what you could only assume was a smile, although it was more akin to a snarl. Anger flushed his cheeks as he stood with his back straightened to an uncomfortable degree. His eyes didn’t linger for long, flickering over to you with a questioning look. His hands moved with grace and speed, piecing together the lifeless doll parts before displaying it in front of you. It was held together by something, but you couldn’t see what. Somehow, as it danced in front of you, it made you mournful. You didn’t like this puppet, not with its large bowl-shaped eyes. You weren’t sure what Sasori was asking of you as you continued to watch the figure move, but it made you wonder what type of person he was. What type of person would be more interested in playing with puppets than… well, anything else really. His eyes seemed to beg for someone to break the spell he was under and show him what happiness could be.

“Art is eternal, wouldn’t you say?”

Deidara chuckled, molding clay with swift finesse before throwing it in the middle of the room, “Art is an explosion!”

Once the words left his mouth, the room rumbled from the small explosion created by the homemade device. Dust filled the area as he looked quite pleased with himself. He looked to you for approval. An arsonist? What have I gotten myself into?

“Please refrain from blowing things up. If I have to pay for the damages one more time-“

“I shouldn’t have to defend my art, hm!” Deidara cut off the man who was still staring expressionless at his laptop. The two men near the window didn't flinch, continuing their juggling. Sasori continued to display his doll in front of you and the raven-haired man next to him shuffled his deck once more. No one seemed to think this was an out of the ordinary display except for you. If anything, they looked bored with the whole discussion. You wondered if this was a daily occurrence and if you should be concerned with the club’s morals.

You didn’t bother to ask what kind of magic the other members used as you backed up toward the door. Trying to make your escape look as natural as possible, you took small steps every few seconds and avoided any eye contact with the group.

“What are you doing?” The man with the intense violet eyes watched you as you flinched, shaking your head with a smile. All eyes turned to you, at last showing interest at the worst possible moment. “Are you leaving already?”

“Um, no. Well, yes. I forgot I have something… right now… have to attend,” You let your words trail off as he pushed himself off the wall, arms still crossed as he made his way over to your side, only stopping when he was within touching distance. You tried to push yourself further into the door, scrambling to find the knob.

“You didn’t ask me what type of magic I use. I feel hurt,” he pouted, his tongue dancing across the underside of his top lip in a clear attempt at seduction. It may have worked if it weren't for the threatening aura oozing from every pore of his toned body.

“Uh, what type of magic do you use?”

“The magic of the human figure,” he chuckled as he slipped out of his form-fitting turtleneck. The first thing you noticed was the thin, black material choker he wore against his neck. The second was his rippling abs that just wouldn't quit. Your eyes lingered longer than necessary as you attempted to imprint the image on your brain for future use. You noticed your mouth had fallen ajar as you continued to reach for the doorknob behind you.

“That- That is unique, but, like I said-”

You didn't finish the thought as you burst through the door. With a forced wave, you darted down the hallway. You resisted the urge to break into a sprint but didn't stop until you reached the guidance counselor's office.

“I need to change clubs.”

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detective-luca-montoya · 2 years

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Luca and Malik, part 3

The finale of the Luca and Malik saga! I didn't originally intend to do three of these but the idea got away from me 😅 Featuring the debut of our primary caretaker, Kairo, and Malik rightfully getting his ass kicked.

Warning for finger whump, aftermath of whump, violence, and injury descriptions.

Malik belongs to @lumpsbumpsandwhumps!

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"Your aura is a part of you."

Her mentor stands in front of her. He's using his staff like a walking stick as he paces back and forth. "It's just like your body. You don't have to think about breathing; your body takes care of it for you. When you need your aura, it will come."

"So, it's like a weapon?" Luca asks. She's sitting cross-legged on the dojo floor, listening attentively. Or at least pretending to. The thunk of Kairo’s ornate staff catches her attention with every step he takes.

"Yes, it can be used as a weapon. But it's also much more than that. It's a part of who you are. And it can protect you."

He stops pacing, turning on his heel, and points the staff at her. "Now. Show me."

Luca concentrates, and the aura around her shimmers and then solidifies into a staff of blue light. She swings it experimentally. It cuts through the air, leaving a trail of light in its wake.

Kairo nods. "You're not fighting with a physical weapon as much as you are directing a current of power. Your thoughts, your emotions, they become energy. They flow through your body and become a part of the weapon."

He holds up his staff. "They will be drawn to each other. Block high."

She does. Golden and blue sparks fly around them- the staffs attracted to each other like some strange form of magnetism. Luca stares in awe. "When will I get my own?"

"When you're ready," Kairo says. "It will take time. An aura weapon is a physical manifestation of your soul. You must be in tune with your inner self in order to master it. You must find peace within yourself, in your surroundings, in..."

Luca had stopped listening as soon as he'd said "inner self" and was busy palming an aura sphere like a baseball and posing like a pitcher.

Kairo stamps his staff on the ground. "Luca!"

She snaps to attention. "Yes Master!"

"Pay attention! We're not done yet, darlin'."

What-

The world implodes into white, and all there is is pain.

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Luca opened her eyes, sticky with blood, and saw Malik staring at her, snapping his fingers in front of her face impatiently. "Thought I'd lost you for a moment there."

Luca rolls her neck and looks down. There's several pins sticking out from underneath her fingernails. That explains that.

"Had a little tantrum midway through," Malik explains. "Thought your heart gave out." He chuckles.

Must have passed out from the rush of aura and adrenaline, she figured, trying to rationalize away the stabbing in her hands. More importantly, she was still alive. There was still a chance.

Malik's biggest weakness is that he doesn't know exactly what she's capable of. Sure, she's injured, exhausted, has several broken bones and is currently being used as a pinboard...

But I'm not done yet.

She coughs, spits blood, tries to ignore the stabbing pain in her ankle, and focuses.

I need you.

Her aura responds.

Come to me.

There's a new kind of pain now, something ancient and powerful that could rip her apart from the inside. It pulls at her fingertips, flows into her lungs like air, pools in her hands and feet. She gasps and coughs, and Malik looks over as her hands flare blue.

"Again?" He smirks, grabbing another pin. "Well don't mind if I dO-"

A gauntleted fist slams into his chest and he folds like an accordion. He can hear the crack of several ribs, wheezing as the breath is knocked out of him and into next Tuesday.

"What the f-"

Luca slams her elbow into his face, grabbing it with both hands before smashing it into the table- and his laptop. Sparks, blood, and electricity mix as Malik stumbles away, holding his broken nose and breathing hard. "You bitch-"

Luca rips the remains of the chair and rope off. Her eyes are consumed by blue light, and her bloodied knuckles are now shielded by massive semi-transparent blue gauntlets. She crouches in a boxer's stance. "Like I said..."

Blood is smeared across her face like war paint, and she grimaces as she pulls a pin out from under her nail. "Not too tired to kick your ass."

Before he can respond, she grabs him by the lapel and hoists him into the air. The glow in her eyes fades, leaving just Luca, grinning wickedly at him as she watches him thrash.

"Smile for your fans."

She smashes his face into the table, then hits him over the head with the folding chair for good measure. The laptop drones on, somehow still recording, and she waves at whatever sick freaks are still watching. "Don't try this at home."

She drives her fist through the screen before dematerializing her gauntlets. She takes a look around at the trashed basement, then at her hands, then at Malik.

I think it's time to get out of here.

She makes sure to step on him on her way out.

#whump writing #whump drabble #whump #rescue #maj tag #tw: violence #tw: finger gore

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lostcausezz · 3 years

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Love Game

𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐃𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐁𝐝𝐬𝐦, 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐞𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐩𝐢𝐞.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6𝐤

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐛𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲. 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞.

𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ♡

"Y/n get out of your room you can't stay here forever!" You closed your laptop and went to the entrance of your dorm and to see who was bothering your peace.

You stuck your hand out and pulled your friend close to you by the collar of their shirt and brought them close to you. "If you don't have two fine men in between me I don't want to know what you have to say."

Your friend took your hand off their collar and smirked while crossing their arms. "But y/n what if I did and could make that fantasy become a reality."

You calmed down and tilted your head as a soft smile appeared, "I'm listening."

They smirked and put their phone in the air as you read a flyer for a club. Plastered on the flyer in bold had the words "WIN THE GAME AND ANY FANTASY YOU DESIRE WILL COME TRUE."

You sent the flyer to yourself and closed the door of your dorm room on your friend. You sat on the corner of your bed as your hand was resting on your chin and thought "Hmm... any fantasy I desire huh, I think I'll give it a try."

You got up from your bed and went into your closet searching for clothes to wear and your search stopped as your eyes were caught on a red sequin fitted dress. You laid the garment out on your bed and looked for some heals to wear that goes with your outfit.

You picked out a gladiator heal that had string wrap around your calves. You went to your phone and looked at the flyer contemplating if you should attend or not, you texted your friend. "What time are you coming to get me?"

They sent a thinking emoji and responded with "Does eleven sound good for you?" You replied a simple yes and since it was five in the afternoon you decided to set an alarm at eight PM to wake you up.

You rested your head on your soft pillow on your bed and scrunched up your legs and dozed off. As you were sleeping all you could do was imagine every fantasy you desired, the thoughts like being a dominatrix and having men submit to you and the thought of someone pleasing your body but one thought popped in your mind just as you heard the sound of your alarm go off as it screamed.

"WAKE UP BITCH!" You jumped up from the sound of your alarm and went into your restroom. You wiped your eyes and placed some cold water on your face so your eyes could widen.

You walked to the side of your dresser and picked up your case tfilled with makeup and brushes that would help you get ready for the night. You placed your makeup on and fixed your hair.

You put your dress over your head and wiggled into it as it hugged your curves. You wrapped your shoes around your calves and took your hand bag and headed out of the door to meet up with your friend.

As you walked out into the campus parking lot you heard a yell. "HEYY Y/N I'M OVER HERE!" You turned and headed to there car and opened the passenger door and stepped one foot into the car and made yourself comfortable.

Your friend faced you and said " You ready for tonight?" You nodded and you couldn't stop thinking any fantasy I want will come to life.

Your friend dropped you off at the entrance and you walked through the big silver doors and sighted out your surroundings. Your eye was caught on a sign that said " A bet on a fantasy."

You walked past the sign and saw a sign up sheet and wrote your name down in the number three slot. You walked over to a couch as the other contestants waited.

The flyer never said it would be one winner or multiple but your eyes were set on the prize. You heard someone call your name "Y/n!"

You got up and followed the person into a room that was all black with a table of tarot cards on it. In the room was two other guys one that had white hair with an undercut with ocean blue eyes.

Another that had black eyes with long black hair with ear gauges. You sat yourself at the table and you shook hands with the men.

The one with the white hair had introduced himself as Gojo. The long black haired one mentioned that his name was Getou.

The dealer dealt out cards and the one with a card with a better future that was flipped over choose who the winner was. It was a game of fortune.

The three of you had one card and on the count of three the winner would be revealed.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THREE NOW FLIP!"

You flipped your card over and it was a ten of swords upward and that meant good luck. Gojo flipped his and he got an upward death and Geto flipped his and for a devil upwards.

The dealer looked at you and directed you to the back since you have a winning card. He asked you "So what's the fantasy you would want to come true?"

You confidently responded "A threesome with the two I played if they're down?" He nodded and walked out into the room and asked for their consent.

The dealer came back and nodded and asked you to follow him. You followed him as the two tall men were behind you into the direction of a bedroom.

You walked into the room and the men stood while smirking at each other then looked at you. Geto said to you "Y/n are you ready? Because we won't go soft on you."

"I'm ready for you to do your worst." You smirked at them. Getou walked towards you and lifted your chin as he smashed his lips against yours and Gojo went on his knees and began trailing kisses up your thigh.

You moaned in between kisses as his tongue slipped into your mouth and your tongues swirled with each other. You felt your legs become weak as you felt Gojo move your underwear to the side and laid his tongue in between the lips of your pussy.

"Fuc~" You moaned out as you were collapsing against the ground. "Y/n let me lay you on the bed." Gojo said as he. Picked you up and made you lay on your back.

He slid your underwear off and tugged you by your legs closer to his face as he became licking up all your juices. As you were laying about climax you felt Getous lips press against your nipple and he became biting it and sucking it as if you were breastfeeding him.

Gojo began to put his fingers in moving them in and out as he sucked on your clit you climaxed and came all over Gojo's face and he pulled you in by your neck as if his hand was your personal necklace and tongue kissed you making you taste yourself.

Getou pushed him back and placed you on his lap as he was craving his dick inside you. You positioned yourself on his dick and began to grind against his thigh, Gojo felt left out and began to kiss your neck.

Getou looked you in your eyes and said "Bounce for me like the whore you are." You obeyed his command and began to bounce up and down on his dock as your walls griped every inch he had.

"Geto~" As you were about to climax you pulled his hair back and as you covered his thighs in your juices. Gojo and Getou looked at each other and winked. You thought everything would be over after you came twice but you felt yourself being flipped on your stomach with your face down and your ass up.

You didn't mind it but you didn't expect it. Gojo cupped your ass with his hands and as your back wasn't arched all the way he slapped your ass causing you to whimper. "ARCH FOR ME BEFORE I MAKE THIS LITTLE SLAP TURN INTO A HAND PRINT!"

You arched your back and Gojo rubbed his dick on your pussy teasing you before he easily entered your hole making you grip the sheets as you felt every inch in you. You looked up to see Getou in front of you and looked you in your eyes.

"Y/n do you want to be face fucked by me?" You nodded and opened your mouth. He inserted his dick into your mouth and one hand placed it on your head and slowly stroked himself in and out of you.

Spit came dripping from your mouth and your moans vibrated on Getous dick making him bite his bottom lip and tilt his head back. "You're such a pretty slut with my dick in your mouth."

Just as Getou praised you gojo put his thumb in and his strokes began to speed up and you would hear his heavy breathing from behind. "Shit y/n your pussy feels so good let us paint you with our cum."

You began to bounce back on his dick making him cum faster and started sucking on Getou's tip as you felt his dick move a bit and was about to cum in your mouth. Just as they were about to cum in you they pulled out and flipped you on your stomach and painted your body from your face to your stomach with their cum.

Getou kissed your forehead and said "Good girl, our numbers are in your hand bag call us anytime. We'll be waiting on our round two."

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A Freudian Slip - Part 3

Part 1, Part 2

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Synopsis: While a fight breaks out Zemo asks you to run away from him, you accept leaving on an eventful journey with him

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Smut

Author’s note: A final 3rd installment for ‘A Freudian Slip’ I hope you all have enjoyed this brief series! Next to come out is a sequel to ‘Perfectly Exasperating’

Bucky carried Zemo back into the house bridal style, his hands gripping tightly around Zemo’s legs and chest, and dropped him onto the sofa in the midst of the room. Zemo was knocked out from when John Walker had the brilliant idea to stop Zemo from smashing all the super-soldier serum by chucking his shield at him. You could see a nasty bruise forming on the top of his head where he was struck.

You gently run your fingers over the side of his face. At this moment he looked so peaceful sleeping, his lips pulled up into a natural slight smile, parts of his hair dangled down across his forehead, his face softened and not tensed like it usually appeared to be. You brush the hair back into its usual place, running your fingers over his feverish forehead.

You turn to Bucky and Sam, whose eyes burn into yours, millions of questions flashing through them, yet they remain unspoken. “I’ll look after him,” you tell them, turning your gaze back to Zemo's peaceful form. It was easier to stare at him than them at the moment.

“You and Zemo have been spending a lot of time together,” Sam states, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Because I’ve been making sure he doesn’t betray us,” You snap back, refusing to look at them

“Sam and I have been doing that as well and you haven’t seen us giving him bedroom eyes,” Bucky argues back, stepping forward, but Sam grabs a hold of his arm to stop him from going further.

“Look y/n, we’re just concerned about you. That guy a criminal, he could easily manipulate you,”

Your eyes flash to him angrily, “You think I would be easy to manipulate,”

“No, that’s not what I meant-” Sam says but Bucky interrupts him

“Yes. I know him, y/n, that is exactly something he would do. You can’t trust him,”

“I’ve told you already, I’m just making sure he doesn’t betray us. There’s nothing else. I’d appreciate it if you believed me,”

They sigh in defeat, glancing at each other, then back to you. “Look, I will not argue with you. Go get him the things he requires. Bucky and I need to check to see if we can find Karli. I might get a chance to talk to her again” Sam says and he and Bucky turn their backs, sending one last concerning look at you over their shoulders then disappearing.

You sigh looking back to Zemo who still slept peacefully unaware. A smile tugged on your mouth, but it twisted to a frown. You all knew damn well you had been lying. Whether you wanted to admit it, you liked Zemo. Every time you saw him, the urge to kiss his lips pulled you in. You could still feel his embrace, his kisses on your neck, shoulders, collar. The sensation of him inside you, touching you. You craved it more and more like he was your addiction.

You don’t know how you hadn’t gotten to this point of being so obsessed with him, where it had kicked in. You always found him attractive, from when you first laid your eyes on him as he broke out of the prison, you felt that attraction pull to him. You never expected it would be anything more though till that one embarrassing moment when you called him daddy in the undercover mission. You could still feel your cheeks burn up in embarrassment as you remembered that night, but you could also feel your body warm up as you thought about what happened in the alleyway. How he kissed you so passionately. So earnestly.

You had tried to deny your feelings, pretend it wasn’t there, and that kiss that never happened, but Zemo would not let you avoid him. Your eyes flickered to the bathroom and your breath hitches as you remember the intimacy you two spent together there. It was there you felt you truly saw Zemo for the person he was. A man who was lonely and broken from his past. A man who cared for you no matter what Sam or Bucky says.

You felt so scared when you saw the shield hit Zemo. Panic gripped your heart as you rushed over to him. John peered down at you like you were dirt as you cradled Zemo’s head in your lap. Sam and Bucky had run up to you and were surprised you were on your knees holding his head in your hands.

As you were observing him, Zemo's eyes cracked open, and he moaned in discomfort, bringing his hand to rub his eyes. Leaping up, you shouted at him to stay still as you fetched a flannel, running it under cold water, and brought it back to him.

He smiled as you handed him the flannel, the sides of his lips curling up like a cat. “Thank you” he mumbles.

“I’ll get you a drink,”

“You’re being very kind to me y/n,”

“Don’t get used to it,”

He snickered at your sudden switch to hostility, “Will we constantly be bouncing between kindness and hatred?”

You exhale, sitting down beside him, handing a glass of whiskey to him. “I don’t hate you, Zemo, though I really should. There’s something about you I just love and I can’t let go.”

You hesitate, both of you pondering over your sudden confession. Zemo raises the flannels of his eyes and looks over at you. His eyes, which are full of wonder, scan yours. You wanted to look away, embarrassed, but you couldn’t. You didn’t want to keep running away from how you felt.

“You terrified me earlier. I thought John Walker had killed you.”

His eyes switched to concern as his eyebrows furrowed, “I’m sorry I frightened you y/n. I- I never thought I would ever get over my wife and... I still love her but you enthrall me, you drive me wild because I want to know everything about you, feel all of you, touch all of you. It’s been so long since I felt this way and it frightens me.”

You reach out your hand to grasp his and he runs his thumb over your knuckles,

“Zemo I-”

The door opens and both yours and Zemo’s head snaps towards it as Sam and Bucky walkthrough. As quick as lightning, you let go of Zemo’s hand and strode away to the opposite side of the room. Zemo’s eyes sadly glance at you, then to his hand, and he lets out a sigh. He takes a sip of his drink, then pulls the flannel back over, his eyes settling down on the sofa.

Bucky rolls his views and wanders off while Sam grabs a seat at the table to work on his laptop. The silence was suffocating. At least for you. Sam seemed to try hard to concentrate on the laptop, but Zemo relaxed, sipping his drink and you pulled out your phone, playing a silly game to waste away the time.

“Were you ever offered it?” Zemo finally asks Sam. Sam’s gaze leaves the laptop looking at you, then over to Zemo.

“What?”

“The serum,”

“No,”

You glance between them, not knowing if you should leave or not. Sam didn’t seem to want to be engaged in a conversation, but Zemo wasn’t taking the hint.

“If you had been, hypothetically, that is, would you have taken it?”

Without a second hesitation, Sam replies, a harsh tone to his voice, “No”

“No hesitation. That’s impressive,” Zemo says, nodding in approval.

He raises his hand, taking off the flannel with a slight grunt, “Sam,” he says as he holds the flannel in his hand, his gaze unwavering from it.

“You can’t hold out hope for Karli. No matter what you saw in her. She’s gone. And we cannot allow her and her acolytes become yet another faction of gods among real people. Super soldiers cannot be allowed to exist.”

You look down to the ground, frowning at Zemo’s words, but Sam answers without hesitation, “Isn’t that how god's talk?"

Zemo’s eyes continue to glare down at the flannel, for once not speaking up.

“And if that’s how you feel, what about Bucky?”

“Blood isn’t always the solution” Sam finishes as you hear a door click in the background. As Bucky walks in, you get up and walk over to Zemo again, who sits up to let you sit beside him. He gently places his hand on your knee, your eyes flickering to each other, hiding the action enough so the others don’t see. Though you both say nothing because of the present company, it’s as if you could read each other's thoughts. You were both conflicted on what path to follow and because of that, you found solace in each other.

“Something’s not right about Walker,” Bucky mutters, shrugging off his jacket.

“Like we hadn’t known that from the start,” you mumble

“Well, I know a crazy when I see one. Because I am crazy,”

“Can’t argue with that,” Sam agrees

The two argue about the shield once again and you were preparing to stop them when the doors once again burst open and John Walker and his partner storm in. All your heads turn towards the disruption and you groan in frustration at seeing him.

“All right. That’s it. Let’s go. I’m ordering you to hand him over,”

Both Sam walks out in front of John to stop him from getting nearer Zemo. You stood up to go stand by him as well, but Zemo grasps your hand as he gets up, shaking his head. Your eyebrows turn down confused, but he doesn’t offer you an explanation.

With his other hand, he hands the bottle of whiskey over to you, then picks up his glass, dragging you over to the kitchen counter. You weren’t paying attention to what Sam and John were saying till a spear flew past them, imbedding in one pillar.

Your eyes widened as you saw Dora Milaje storm in.

One of them speaks in Wakandan to Bucky, obviously pissed. “Release him to us now” she orders in English. Zemo’s eyes glance anxiously from yours to them, his mind swarming with thoughts of how to get out.

“Hi, John Walker. Captain America.” John says walking over to them. They refuse to say anything to him, so he looks awkwardly away.

“Well, let’s uh put down the pointy sticks and we can talk this through, huh?” he says, patronising them. You wanted to facepalm because of his stupidity.

“Hey, John. Take this easy. You might want to fight Bucky before you tangle with the Dora Milaje,” Sam warns

John Walker however doesn’t listen. He proceeds to antagonise them till he finally places a hand on her shoulder and all hell breaks loose.

Both you and Zemo stand at the side watching John Walker fight them. Zemo sips his whiskey and offers you a sip. You smile slightly at his nonchalant attitude about the fight, letting him raise the glass to your lips as you drink.

Both Sam and Bucky eventually join in the fight as well, and once again you move to join them, but Zemo’s grip on your hand tightens. “Not now little one” he mutters

He peers around, watching the fight as you stare questionably at him, “Zemo what the hell is up with you today. Did that hit to the head get rid of your common sense” you whisper angrily trying to tug your hand out of his. Zemo rolls his eyes at you, clasping your hand.

“We need to go” he whispers urgently and tries to tug you towards the bathroom.

“What? Zemo, Zemo wait. What do you mean we?” You ask, grounding your feet into the floor.

He looks around at the fighting, his skin becoming whiter as he gets more worried. “We don’t have a lot of time y/n, please. I need you to come with me,”

You didn’t know where he wanted to go, or how he was planning on leaving, but you could see fear prickling in his eyes as he looked at you.

“What about Sam and Bucky?”

“They will be okay. Please y/n, I want to spend this time with you. I don’t want to do this alone,”

You stare into his eyes once more, then nod, finally making your choice.

You let him lead you back into the bathroom and close the door behind him. He quickly pushes the bath aside, revealing a passageway into the sewer.

“Ugh,” you say to yourself as you look down the hole. “Ladies first,” Zemo says, placing his hand on your back, the side of his lip curling up into a smile as he guides you over to the hole.

You shoot him a glare before grasping onto the ladder and clambering down as fast as you could, trying your best not to slip.

After a minute you reached the bottom of the ladder and Zemo arrived quickly after. It was so dark down there, but thankfully Zemo had a flashlight in his coat. Once again grabbing a hold of your hand, he guides you down a pathway.

“So this was the best escape plan you had?” you ask, your nose wrinkling at the unpleasant smell

“I’m sorry y/n, did you have a better plan?” he replies sarcastically

“Well, I didn’t know I was running away with you until a minute before,”

Zemo pauses, beaming the light on your face, making you cringe. He lowers it slightly. So it wasn’t in your eyes but still illuminated your face.

“I owe you a thank you for coming with me. I know it wasn’t a simple decision to leave your friends for a person you meet just a few days ago,”

“When you put it like that, you make me feel even crazier for making this decision,” you grumble

“But it’s okay Zemo, Sam and Bucky will be fine without me, and I wanted to be with you,”

Zemo raises his hand to cup the side of your face, his thumb running along your cheekbone. Quickly he pulls you to him, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. His spare hand holding the flashlight wraps around your waist as he holds you there, moving his lips on yours, which you reciprocate.

As suddenly as it had started, it ended. He pulled away slightly, his lips still brushing against yours. “Thank you, little one”

His nickname for you sends shivers along your spine and you let out a husky breath. He smirks at you, turning around, and continues to walk down the pathway.

Eventually, you reach another ladder that you can climb up. You blink a lot as you emerge into the sunlight, finding yourself on a random road.

“What now?” you ask

Zemo walks over to a car, jumping into the driver's seat, and pats the passenger seat next to him. As you get in beside him he easily hot wires the car and gets the engine started.

“So have lots of experience stealing cars?” you ask Zemo and he chuckles, “When you become a criminal you pick up a lot of new skills,”

“I suppose aiding with the escape of a criminal now makes me one as well. You bring about a lot of surprises,”

“I’ve been told I am quite surprising,” he glances at you, smirking as he drives, “And seductive,”

You slap the side of his arm lightly, “Eyes on the road, mister”

“Mister? I think I prefer what you called me before. Hm, what was that again?”

You groan as Zemo brings up that embarrassing night for you, “You’ll never let that go, will you?”

“You calling me daddy? Of course not. I quite like it,”

“Where are we even going?” you ask trying to direct the conversation somewhere else

Zemo turns from looking at you to the road, the smile on his face slowly fading.

“Sokovia,”

Your breath hitches as he says the name of his country, bringing back the reminders of his previous family.

“I want to see the memorial,”

You nod quietly, not sure what you could say.

For the next ten minutes, you two sit in uncomfortable silence. All previous moments where you were having fun had faded. Eventually, Zemo sighed in frustration and made a sharp turn in the car, pulling into a secluded spot on an empty road.

He turns off the car and turns to face you. “It seems to me we need to talk,”

You look to him then away, “I don’t think so”

“Y/n” he growls

“I said we don’t need to talk!” you shout, glaring at him, but you snap your lips shut as you realised how much anger had suddenly built up in you.

Recognition flashes in Zemo’s eyes as he stares at you, “This is about my family, isn’t it?”

You look away, your cheeks burning as you knew how ridiculous you were being.

Zemo nods his head, looking at the road ahead as he thought over what to say.

“You are part of the reason I want to go to the memorial,” he finally admits

It was your turn to look at him, puzzled. He pushes his lips together as he prepares for what he wants to say next.

“I love my family. Every day, I miss them. But I also really like you y/n. You are someone I want to spend all my time and money on just to make you happy. Every time I look at you, I want to take you, no matter where we are. And I feel I owe it to my family to visit the memorial to pay respect and to accept that it is okay for me to move on,”

It felt like with his words he had lifted an enormous weight off of your shoulders. Tears sprung to your eyes and Zemo looked panicked noticing them but you grinned, placing your hand on his shoulder.

“Thank you, Zemo,”

His fingers run along your arms and up to your face, tracing your jawline. His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips and slowly move forward towards you. Once again he captures your lips with his but this time it was gentle like he was trying to savior you. You grasp the fur parts of his coat and try to pull him closer, you can feel through your kiss him smirking.

“Would you prefer to take this to the back seat?” he rasps and you nod your head quickly. You pull away from the kiss, shifting in your seat so you can clamber onto the long seat at the back of the car. Zemo holds onto your waist as he follows you through the back. He sits down on the seat and pulls you onto him so you were straddling his waist. His hands grip tighter to your hips as you go back to making out with him while you ground on his lap, feeling wetness stain your pants.

You smirked into the kiss as you felt Zemo’s trousers stiffen and a bulge appear as you grinded on him.

“Let go of me Zemo,” you sigh as you pull away from the kiss, hesitantly Zemo lets go of your waist curious to see what you were planning. It was hard positioning yourself with the limited space you two had in the car, but you sat on your knees, pushing his legs apart as you settled between them. You reach up and tug down the zip on his trousers, exposing his boxers. Zemo sits back and watches you as you tug them down, exposing his member.

Already some pre-cum had leaked from it, which you gladly licked up, running your tongue along its side. You traced the vein that stuck out, feeling it pulse against your tongue. Teasing him, you flick your tongue over the tip, hovering your lips just around it but not going further.

Zemo finally moves, impatiently he grasps your hair in his hand and pushes you down onto his member, making you take all of him. He lets out a groan, his eyes fluttering shut as he rolls his head back as he felt the heat of your tongue on his member. You suck your cheeks in to give him more pleasure as he pumps your head up and down so that his member could go in as far as it could.

You grasp his tights to position yourself better. You could feel aching between your legs as you longed for more, but at the moment all you wanted to do was please him. Zemo pushed your head faster, grunting, feeling pleasure swarm over him. He then suddenly pulled you off his member, grabbing your arms he lifted you, getting off the seat and pushing you on so you were lying down on your back.

“Forgive me little one” he purrs as his hands roughly grasp at your trousers and quickly pushes them down, exposing your pants. “I need to feel inside you” He runs his finger up them chuckling feeling the wetness soaking through.

“Do you have a condom?” he asks, looking in your eyes, “We don’t need one” you gasp, the urge to feel him swarming you.

“As you wish,” he says, immediately pushing your pants aside and slipping into you.

You moan feeling him stretch you out but as soon as he was in you he drew back almost completely out of you but snapped his hips back into you. He thrusts with all the strength he has, pushing your body up and down on the seat.

You wrap your hands around his back, your nails digging into his back as your body moves up and down with him. His head settles on your shoulder, where he leaves hickies. Every time he pulls back from kissing and biting you he would whisper things in Sokovian that you couldn’t understand but you were sure were endearing.

His fingers snaked down to find your clit and rubbed it, sending shock waves of pleasure to your brain. You let out a loud moan as you felt the knot in your stomach tightening. As if knowing you were close, Zemo's hips thrust deeper into you, hitting the right spot to make you let loose, your walls clamping down on him as you came. He groans into your neck, feeling your walls flutter around him. His thrusts grew more erratic till you could feel him twitch in you and his seed spill into you.

He pants heavily, finally looking you in the eyes. “I love you little one,” he whispers

You smile, placing a kiss on the side of his face, “I love you too... daddy”

He chuckles and finally gets off you.

The car drive after that was comfortable. Zemo liked to drive with one hand on the wheel while the one hand resting on your thigh, as if reminding you, you belonged to him and only him. Hours later, you finally arrived at the memorial.

Holding your hand, Zemo walks up to the sculpture. He speaks to himself in Sokovian first, getting whatever he needs to say off his chest. After that he turns to you, his eyes capturing yours as they were glazed with tears, “The loss of my country, of my family, broke me y/n, but in some twisted way I am not as upset as I was about it before because it led me to you. I don’t blame you for any of it, I know you had nothing to do with the Sokovian attack just like Sam and James. I’m so glad I could spend these last moments with you.”

You look at him confused, “These last moments?”

You suddenly hear footsteps approaching and you quickly spin around, seeing Bucky appearing behind you. Your head snaps back to Zemo. “Zemo what the hell is going on!?”

He smiles sadly at the floor, then back at you, grabbing your hands. “I’m afraid I must ask something hard of you y/n. Please, can you leave”

The breath left your lungs; it felt as if your entire chest dropped hearing his words.

“... What,”

“I don’t want you to witness what must happen next,”

Your gaze flickers from Bucky who was standing back letting you two have your moment to Zemo who looked desperately at you.

“I’m not leaving you, Zemo,” you state

“Y/n…”

“NO!” you shout

“Y/n I-” Bucky says walking forward, but one death glare from you quickly shuts him up.

“How could you ever ask something of me like that, especially after... after everything that has happened,”

“I should have told you y/n, I’m sorry, but I needed to spend these last moments with you because you are so special to me, I didn’t want to ruin the moment by telling you what was to come,” tears gush from your eyes as you shake your head at him, He steps closer to you, holding your head in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe away your tears.

“And because I love you, I don’t want you to see this. You know there is no other way out of this. It has to happen, and it’s okay, I’m ready. Just like I could with my wife, I know you’ll be able to move on and find someone who will give you everything I can’t and never will because you deserve so much better than me,”

“I love you,” you whisper, the hot tears spilling down your cheeks. Your eyes examine every detail of his face, trying to ingrain everything in your mind.

“I love you little one,”

He pulls you into one last kiss, gentle, but the romantic moment drowned in sadness.

You pull away. Turn around. You don’t look at him. You can’t because you know if you do you won’t be able to leave. You glare at Bucky though you know as well as Zemo it isn’t his fault. You walk a slight distance, just enough so that they are out of sight, and then you collapse on the floor.

Your hands into the ground, pulling at the dirt as you let all your pain out, trying to hold in your sobs. How is it you had fallen for that man so quickly? You loved him; you had risked giving him your heart, and he was pulled so quickly from you. You felt betrayed; he didn’t tell you what he was planning, but you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him for it either.

You don’t know how long you stayed there, but you opened your eyes when you felt a shadow fall over you. Looking up, you saw one member of the Dora Milaje looking down at you.

Your eyes widen in surprise, and then you gasp, connecting the dots. “Zemo'' you whisper, jumping off the ground and running back to where you last saw him. Sure enough, as you arrived you saw him being escorted to the Dora Milaje aircraft.

Hearing your footsteps, Zemo glances over at you. Sadness flickers in his eyes as he stops walking to look at you, but they grasp his shoulder, forcing him to look forward and to keep moving. You watch as they escort him away, till you couldn’t see him anymore.

Bucky walks over to you, looking at the floor guiltily.

“I’ll see him again,” you tell Bucky

“y/n I don’t think-”

“I’ll see him again, Bucky. You can count on that”

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storiesforallfandoms · 4 years

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nothing left ~ 10k;z nation

word count: 2229

request?: no

description: he accompanies her back to her childhood home to find nothing left besides the memories of times before the zombies, and they decide to leave some new memories there

pairing: 10k x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

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(Y/N) kept a straight face as they drove past the sig with her hometown’s name displayed in bold, black letters against the stark white background. It was the first time she had been there since she and her parents had escaped during the initial Z outbreak. Since then, she had lost everything, but managed to find a new family within the small group that took her in.

They came to a stop at an empty parking lot of an abandoned supermarket. Everyone got out, weapons in tow.

“This place is a ghost town,” Doc commented.

“Almost everyone vacated when the infection started,” (Y/N) explained. “I don’t even think there would be any Zs here. It’s probably only been ransacked lately.”

“It’s the only town for miles, it’s our best bet for resources,” Warren said. “We search the place where we can and see what we can find.” She turned to (Y/N) to add, “Do you want to go home? Just to see the place if nothing else?”

(Y/N) was dying to get home, but she didn’t want anyone on the team to see her as weak or fragile. Although she knew they wouldn’t think any different of her if she did show some weakness, in this day and age, your biggest threat was to be perceived as weak to anyone.

Before she could respond, 10k spoke up. “I think you should. It’ll give you a break from everything, and you can be closer to your parents for even just a moment.”

(Y/N) had a hard time saying no to 10k, especially when parents were involved. She knew he wanted nothing more than to be close to his own father again, but, like (Y/N), 10k hadn’t been home in nearly a year. He didn’t even know if his own home was still standing. If she turned down this opportunity that she knew 10k wanted so bad in front of him, she’d never forgive herself.

“It would be nice,” she admitted.

“You go then honey,” Warren said, her voice soft and kind. “10k, you go with her for protection. Meet us back here before sundown. We’ll wait a little while, but not too long.”

The two youngest members left in the opposite direction of the group. (Y/N) led 10k down the still familiar roads. They weren’t too far from the house and, before she knew it, (Y/N) was stood in front of her childhood home. Her eyes widened at the sight of it.

All the windows were smashed and the door was practically ripped off of the hinges. They entered with weapons raised in case of a Z attack. (Y/N)’s heart broke to see the place ransacked and destroyed. Every picture her parents had hung were smashed to pieces. Only one remained partially in tact, one of (Y/N) and her parents when she was barley a year old. They were on their first vacation as a family to visit someone in another state. The picture was of the three of them on the beach together. Baby (Y/N) was in her mother’s arms, taken by the sand in her tiny hands while her parents were smiling brightly at the camera.

10k looked over her shoulder as her eyes began to water. “You look a lot like your mom.”

“I got that a lot,” she said. “We were basically twins. Dad said I got lucky with mom’s genes.”

She held the picture close to her chest as she moved up the stairs to where the bedrooms and main bathroom was. Whoever had broken in must’ve found what they wanted on the first floor because the bedrooms were relatively untouched. Every poster and picture (Y/N) had on her walls were still there. Her old laptop was even still there, although she doubted that it worked anymore.

“It’s weird,” she said. “It feels like I’ve been gone for years, but this room looks exactly the way I left it, like not a day has past.”

“Anything here you want to take with you?” 10k asked.

(Y/N) shook her head. “I took most of the important stuff when we left first. There’s nothing but memories here now.”

She was so lost in her own thoughts - memories of when things were good - that she didn’t hear 10k leave the room to walk into the bathroom until he spoke again. “The water still runs.”

She walked into the bathroom to find clean water running from the tap. She put a hand under the water, feeling it go from freezing cold to comfortably warm in seconds.

“The power and stuff must still be running,” she said. “Good news for us. I haven’t showered in ages.”

“You think it’s safe?” 10k asked, but (Y/N) was already placing her weapons on the bathroom counter and shedding herself of her top layers.

“I’m willing to take one for the team if it means I’ll be clean when I die,” she joked. “You can watch the door and make sure no Zs or no more looters come in. I’ll leave my gun close enough that I can use it if need be.”

10k nodded. Before he could get the chance to turn back on, (Y/N) grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. For a split second, 10k saw the black bra she was wearing. It was old and worn, probably one of the only ones she had left. Due to this, it was basically falling apart, so when he got a brief glance of the bra, he also got a glance of one of her breasts.

10k’s eyes widened as he quickly turned his back so that (Y/N) didn’t know. He stood in the doorway, listening over the sound of the shower running for any indication of someone, or something, breaking into the house.

The warm water running over (Y/N) caused her to let out a moan of relief. It had been so long since she had properly bathed. The warm water of the familiar shower felt like heaven to her.

Outside the shower, 10k was shuffling awkwardly. He and (Y/N) had been close since they had first met, but they had only ever viewed each other as friends and Z fighting colleagues. He didn’t understand why he was starting to have this feeling about her. Maybe it was just boy hormones and the fact that she was a naked girl just a few feet away from him. But it felt like more than that. Maybe it had always been more than that but he was just afraid to admit it.

Before he could stop himself, 10k silently placed his gun next to hers on the toilet cover. He began to shed himself of his own clothes, working quickly and quietly as to not disturb her. (Y/N) had her head back with the water running over her hair and body when 10k pulled the curtain back and stepped in. She opened her eyes to look at him, shocked by his sudden appearance. She looked him up and down for a moment, her face giving away nothing.

“Gotta save water,” 10k said, trying to lighten the mood.

A smile broke out across (Y/N)’s face as a small giggle came from her lips. “Come here, 10k.”

She put a hand on the back of his neck at the same time that his hands found her waist. Their lips collided and it felt like the most right thing in the terrible, fucked up world around them. 10k’s lips moved against (Y/N)’s perfectly, as if they were supposed to be there, to be kissing her so deeply. His hands wandered over her dripping body, touching every inch of her soft skin with his calloused hands.

(Y/N) let out a sudden squeal as 10k lifted her effortlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist. She was shocked at his strength. Sure, he wasn’t as scrawny and wimpy as he may have looked, but he certainly wasn’t the strongest person in the world. He’s just full of surprises, (Y/N) noted as his lips connected with hers again.

His hard boner was against her aching core, teasing her ever so slightly with every gently brush against her. She whimpered against his lips when she felt him brush against her opening, trying to ground her hips against his to feel her inside of him. Knowing that she wanted this as much as he did made him even more turned on. He was almost afraid that he wouldn’t be able to make this moment last long enough.

He helped to guide her down onto his hard length, causing (Y/N) to gasp as he filled her entirely.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked her, suddenly realizing that he had no idea what (Y/N)’s sexual past was like.

“No,” she responded, her voice breathless and airy. “I just haven’t had sex in a very long time. I forgot how good it felt.”

10k smiled at her and pressed his lips against hers again. He pressed her back against the nearest wall and slowly began to thrust himself into her. (Y/N)’s back arched against the wall, trying to get as close to 10k as she possibly could.

He was slow and gentle, which drove (Y/N) even more wild. She held on around his neck as if her life depended on it, moaning and gasping against his lips with every thrust he pushed into her. She could barley even think straight, her mind focusing only on the pleasure that 10k was providing her.

“Is this alright?” he asked, his voice soft.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but smile. Sweet 10k, always thinking of the comfort of others, even when he was in the middle of the most intense shower sex (Y/N) had ever had.

“It’s more than alright,” she responded. “God, it feels so fucking good.”

10k had heard (Y/N) swearing many times, but hearing the expletive word slip from her breathless voice in that moment drove him wild. He rested his head against her shoulder, groaning as he pushed his hips against hers again, filling her completely.

“You feel so good,” he told her. “You’re so soft and warm, fuck.”

“Who would’ve thought that sweet 10k had a dirty side?” (Y/N) giggled.

“You must not know me well enough, then.”

“Maybe I don’t.”

Her thought was cut short as 10k pulled almost completely out of her then filled her again. Her mind was clouded with lust as she tried to rock her hips against his, begging for the release she wanted.

Noticing her desperation, 10k wrapped one arm around her lower back and slipped his free hand between them. (Y/N) gasped as his fingers connected with her swollen nerves and began to rub circles in them. She could feel a familiar pressure building inside of her. She clung to 10k’s shoulders, curses falling from her mouth in between moans of pleasure. Her legs began to shake as she felt herself hitting her climax. She threw her head back and called 10k’s name - his real name - in pleasure.

Feeling her walls contracting around him caused 10k to feel his own climax approaching. He held on to her hips as his thrusts became a little faster. Before he knew it, his eyes were nearly rolling back into his head as he felt himself filling her with his warm cum. The feeling of the warmth inside of her was enough to almost turn (Y/N) on again.

They stayed tangled together for a moment, completely forgetting about the running water cascading down onto them. It wasn’t until the warm water started to turn cold that they realized it was probably time for the two of them to get out.

Luckily for them, whoever looted the house also didn’t think to take any of the towels in the upstairs linen closet, so they had a way to dry themselves off. Before she started pulling her clothes on, 10k wrapped his arms around (Y/N) again and kissed her exposed shoulders and neck before placing one last sweet kiss against her lips.

“We should tell the others about the running water,” he said as he pulled his clothes back on. “If this place is relatively Z-less, we could probably get away with staying here for a while.”

“We’ve stayed in worst looking places,” (Y/N) agreed. “I’m sure everyone else is dying to clean themselves, too. There’s enough room for everyone to sleep with all the bedrooms and the couch downstairs.”

The reminder of the wreckage when they first entered caused a melancholy mood to wash over (Y/N) again. Noticing this, 10k brought her into his arms and held her tightly.

“I’m sorry about your house,” he said. “I’m sorry someone did this to you, that they took all the memories of this place.”

(Y/N) shook her head. “They didn’t take the memories. No one could ever take that from this place. Besides, I’d like to make some new memories here...with you.”

10k smiled and kissed the top of her head. “I think we’ve already started with that.”

(Y/N) giggled and pulled away from him. “Let’s go find everyone to tell them before they leave us abandoned.”

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chiliiscereal · 3 years

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Chosen last: part two

Rottmnt x reader

Summary: reader worries that their new friends are becoming exactly like their old ones, unaware that they’re ditching them to prepare a surprise

Platonic, of course!

Part one: https://chiliiscereal.tumblr.com/post/650808822043115520/chosen-last

———

“I’m SOOOoO gonna beat you, Mikey!” You gloated, smashing your fingers over the remote buttons and narrowing your eyes at the tv.

“Ha! In your dreams, baby!” He responded gleefully. He leaned forward and concentrated harder than you’d ever seen him.

It was your annual video game competition. Once a month you and the turtles (and April of course) have one day dedicated to seeing who was the video game champ.

Mikey won last month, Donnie won the month before, Leo won the three months before that, and Raph came close but April defeated him.

You were absolutely determined to win this month.

Surprisingly, Leo was on the couch behind you and rooting for you.

“Go y/n! You got this!” He shouted when your video game car passed Mikeys. He even jumped out of his seat, nearly spilling the popcorn.

“Why are you rooting for y/n??” Mikey accused lividly. “I’m your brother!!”

“Y/n hasn’t won a single competition! Besides, you won last month!” Leo smirked, sitting back down. “It’s hilarious to see you this worked up.”

“Oh you and Dr. Delicate touch are gonna have a looooong talk later.” You snorted.

“Hell yeah he is!” Mikey growled.

Before you could say anything else, Raph entered the room.

“Hey, guys, sorry to cut things short but... Dad needs us to clean!” He blurted out quickly. “Sorry y/n but you should probably go.”

You waved him off, shutting the tv off. “Oh, I can stay and help!”

“No! I mean, it’ll just be boring trust me.” He intervened and took the remote from you hurriedly. He even grabbed your arm and pulled you off the floor. “You don’t want to help clean! It’s fine!”

“Hold on, we have to clean?” Leo groaned. “We cleaned last month!”

“Yeah, why aren’t we fighting Splinter on this?” Mikey stood in Raphs way when he tried to push you out of the room.

You wriggled out of the red masked turtles grasp. “Come on! Don’t you want someone to help you debate this with Splinter!”

You were on the rats good side ever since you bought him the exclusive Lou Jitsu movie box. All the turtles knew this.

Why didn’t they want you on their side?

A small part of you whispered past insecurities but you brushed it away.

Raph sighed, clearly nervous. “Guys we gotta do... the thing. We gotta clean the thing!” He looked at them as if searching for help.

“What thing?” Leo narrowed his eyes.

“The THING. You know?” Raph cleared his throat. “You don’t want to know, y/n. It’s super gross.”

You placed your hands on your hips, suspicious.

“You know... the thing April mentioned a while ago?” Raph tried again, making some loose gestures that you couldn’t really understand.

Somehow, though, Mikey and Leo caught on.

“Ohhhh, the thing!” Mikey exclaimed and immediately began clearing away the snack mess that had been left from the video games.

Leo joined him. “Yeah! Dude, you don’t wanna be here to clean the thing.” He shoveled as much garbage in his arms as he could. “You can just head for the door and come back later! You know, when we don’t have to clean?”

Hesitantly, you grabbed your bag. “Okay..?”

What was this thing they had to clean?

Did they really think it would gross you out?

And why did it take them so long to catch on?

Whatever. It was probably more shenanigans. It didn’t mean anything.

“Alright then,” you stepped away from them slowly, “I’ll just head out.”

The turtles stood in their spots stiffly and waved goodbye.

You rounded the corner to walk over to the ladder, unsure of what to think.

They didn’t normally act like this...

But maybe Splinter just really wanted them to clean?

But why weren’t you allowed to know what the Thing was?

And April apparently already knew about it...

Maybe it was just that you were still relatively new to the friend group.

Yeah, that made sense.

Before you could touch the ladder you heard voices.

Two voices.

Coming from Donnie’s lab.

Well, might as well go say goodbye to Donnie right?

You shouldered you’re bag and headed over, standing in the doorway and knocking on the wall so he’d know you were there.

He and April were both sitting together looking at a computer.

You didn’t even know April was there! Well, she might get kicked out for cleaning day to. Maybe you could both do something together!

The duo looked up, panicked, and Donnie quickly shut the computer off. “Ah! Y/n! I didn’t know you were here!”

You frowned, a little hurt. “Today was the video game competition? I was here just like the last... five months?”

April gave you a too wide grin and shut the laptop. “Well! What... uh... what brings you to the lab?”

You shifted uncomfortably. “Raph and the others kicked me out cause they need to clean a Thing? They said it was really gross, and I came in to say bye to Donnie and maybe see if you wanted to go get ice cream or something?”

April turned to Donnie, wide eyed. “Well... I... I can’t exactly... I have a...”

“She has to help clean the Thing as well!” Donnie filled in for her.

Now you were really confused. “But... Raph said it was too gross for anyone other than family.”

“It’s fine!” April waved you off. “But let’s get ice cream later! Okay?”

You gave them a small wave and turned around. “Yeah... okay.”

———-

That Saturday you found yourself walking down the street with one of your old friends.

She wanted to get frozen yogurt and had a coupon for a “buy one get one free”.

Normally you’d have said no. But the turtles AND April denied you every time you asked if you could hang out!

So you said yes.

Just like old times.

“I’m SO sure Jake likes me.” She grinned to herself as she typed away on her phone. “Hope you don’t mind but he’s gonna be at the frozen yogurt shop with us!”

“Oh.” You mumbled. “I thought it’d just be you and me.”

“It’s fine!” She waved you off. “He’s nice! He’s not like the last guy... uh... what’s his name?”

“The guy who told me I was a prude or the guy who told me I looked better with makeup?” You couldn’t help but spit out bitterly.

“The first one.” She eyed you strangely. “And what’s with you today? You’re more pessimistic than usual.”

“That one was Brian. And I’m fine.”

She turned back to her phone, the two of you weaving through the new York crowd.

You’d rather be with the...

The turtles?

You stopped, hearing familiar voices coming from the alley.

“How could you forget!”

“You think I just meant to?!”

“Maybe!”

“Guys, shut up, it’s not a big deal, okay? There’s still time to figure this out.”

“Easy for you to say! You’re just gonna make up another lame excuse and leave!”

“I will not!”

“Can’t we just wait for April in peace?”

“No, because RAPH forgot about-!”

You cleared your throat and entered the alley.

The boys were huddled together, arguing. Quickly they jumped apart and tried their best to act normal.

“Heyyyyy, y/n!” Leo gave you awkward finger guns. “Didn’t expect to see you here!”

Mikey looked like he was trying to say something but couldn’t find the words.

You were suddenly less excited to see them. “Hey’ didn’t expect to see you guys either!” You bit the inside of your cheek nervously. “What’re you... what’re you doing here? I thought you were too busy to hang out?”

“We are!” Donnie nodded. “Very busy.”

“Yeah and dad grounded us from hanging out with people so-.” Raph added, only for his plan to fall through when April showed up from behind them.

“Guys! I got the-!” She stopped, spotting you. Whatever was in her hands she hid it purposely behind her back so you couldn’t see it. “Y/n!”

You fixed them with a small glare. “Too busy to hang out?”

You didn’t want to sound clingy or desperate, but now it just felt like they were going out of their way to avoid you.

“Well, you know, April doesn’t count! She’s practically family!” Raph chuckled.

That was enough for you to make a decision.

“Well, I’m kind of with a friend right now! I’ll... I’ll just talk to you guys later.”

You backed out of the alley, surprised to find yourself looking forward to meeting the new boy your friend was chasing instead of seeing whatever goofiness the turtles were up to.

You’d survived without them before.

Surely you could survive until whatever this was passed.

———-

“Hey girl your birthday’s coming up!” Your friend mentioned at the lunch table the next day. “I’m Definetely taking you bowling! We’ll bring all the girls, maybe even Jake!”

You didn’t even like bowling.

You didn’t even like Jake!

He was just like all the other boys she’d dated.

But it was better than just sitting at home and waiting for the boys to explain their recent behavior.

“That sounds great.” You muttered, stirring your salad half heartedly. “Can’t wait.”

You went back to sitting with your old group since this whole thing started.

You didn’t have anyone else to sit with! April would disappear during her lunch hour and say she just was going out to get lunch, but she never did that! Ever!

A part of you believed that maybe they finally realized you weren’t worth being friends with.

Maybe you were always meant to be the hermit.

“You excited?” One of your friends asked. “I am! I’m gonna invite Jaxon to go with me and I’ll get dressed up-!”

You tuned them out immediately.

What was the point.

They were talking about it like it was their party.

Not yours.

Just like every other year.

———-

Another day went by.

You found yourself with those same girls again.

They were planning the ‘bowling birthday party’ and coordinating rides. But, of course, there was no room for you to carpool with them.

“Hey, y/n!” April shouted across the lunch room.

You debated about ignoring her, and then debated about just getting it over with.

Ignoring her seemed easier.

“O’Neil, what do you want.” One of your friends asked almost boredly.

Crap, April was right behind you.

“I just wanted to talk to y/n!”

You didn’t bother turning around.

“I know you heard me. Why aren’t you sitting at our table?”

You clenched you’re fists under the table. “You haven’t been here, April. Besides I have other friends.” You finally turned to face her.

She narrowed her eyes.

But, not from anger.

“Well... I’m back now!” She grinned, placing her hand on your shoulder. “Also, Mikey wanted to know if you wanted to have ice cream with the guys later tonight?”

One of your friends burst out laughing before you could even answer. “This Mikey guy is real?”

Another one snorted. “Who’d have known?”

You tried to laugh it off.

You really did.

But that proved harder than you thought.

April placed her hands on her hips. “Excuse me? What do you mean by ‘who’d have known’?”

“You know what y/n’s like!” The friend beside you waved her off. “She hardly talks to anyone! He’d probably think she’s boring.” She turned to you. “Right?” She elbowed your side when you said nothing, as if she were joking with you.

You straitened your lips into a thin line and nodded. “Yeah... right.”

“So, when we go bowling for your birthday, do you think Jake will like my blue dress or my-?”

April slammed her hands on the table. “Hold on, you think this is all some game?”

Your friend shrugged. “We’re just playing with her! She knows it’s a joke!”

“Was it? Cause I couldn’t tell!” April huffed.

“April, drop it.” You mumbled. “It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not!” She nearly yelled. “You guys haven’t been a good friend to her at all! You forgot her birthday present last year and you make her walk everywhere-!”

You stood up from your seat. “I said stop, okay?”

Surprisingly, she did.

“It’s fine. Just leave it alone.” You walked over to the trash can and dumped in your long forgotten food.

She frowned. “Fine, if you don’t want me to do this, I won’t.” She walked next to you, casting a look over her shoulder at your table. “Even though I’m right.”

You said nothing.

What could you say?

“Hey, I... I gotta go talk to the guys.” April bit her lip and glanced at the door. “Can you possibly come to the lair? Tonight? Around... five?”

You set your tray back in the pile with all the other dirty ones. “Yeah, I can try.”

“Great thanks!”

April was out of there faster than you could say ‘hot soup’.

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Wouldn’t you know it, five o’clock rolled around.

You didn’t want to go.

You really didn’t.

Well, you did, but you honestly thought this was going to be them ditching you.

All the signs were there.

Instead of over thinking you decided to just go. Don’t even think about it.

You arrived at the lair quietly, taking your time stepping down the ladder.

All the lights in the kitchen were off.

All the lights in their skating room was off.

By now, it just felt like this was one big joke. Did you misinterpret April? Did the guys even know you were down here? Ugh what if they were doing this just to laugh at you?

Finally, you got to their living room.

You clicked the light on.

“SURPRISE!!”

You nearly jumped out of your skin when the four boys, one girl, and one rat dad jumped out.

Confetti?

Cake?

Even a happy birthday banner?

Decorations with your favorite colors?

Your favorite movie ready and waiting to be played in the tv?

“Ha! Look! Y/n’s speechless!” Leo chortled.

“Happy early birthday, dear friend!” Donnie waved to showcase the room. “April told us your friends were having a bowling party on the actual day, and that you probably needed a little something fun, so here we are!”

“We got all your favorite things, facts checked by the master!” Raph patted April’s back.

“We even got your favorite video game from the store!” Mikey bounced over to the tv and picked up the disc case.

“We have cake, baked by me, and your favorite sodas!” Splinter gave you a toothy rat grin.

“And as for the gifts,” Raph chuckled guiltily, “you kind of caught us trying to get them at the store! April told us it was coming up but we forgot and had to rush to get things ready.”

You...

You honestly didn’t know what to say...

You didn’t have any words!

No one had ever done this for you before.

No one.

Not even the friends that you’d known for years.

A small tear slipped out against your will as you brought your hands to cover your mouth.

“Hey, what’s the problem? You’re supposed to be happy!” Leo dropped his party hat and rushed over, brothers behind him.

You wrapped them up in the biggest hug you could give them. “Thank you so so so much! I... no one has ever done anything like this for me!”

The family gladly returned the gesture.

“Ah, so they’re happy tears. Excellent.” Donnie nodded to himself. “You are happy with this, right?”

You released them and stepped back. “Definitely happy tears.”

April draped her arm over your shoulder. “Well then, what are you waiting for! Let’s get started!!”

That night was probably one of the best nights of your life.

For once, you weren’t chosen last.

You weren’t the extra.

You weren’t the plus one.

You weren’t taken for granted.

Let me know if you have any ideas for a part three! Possibly one where the turtles find out about the readers friends? 😏

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morizoras-cave · 4 years

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Take Care (Request)

Chris Evans x gn!teen!co-star!reader

Genre: angst

Request Description: Hello! I love your writting❤ I was wondering if i could request a Chris Evans x teen reader were she is overworking herself and forgetting to eat and sleep and ends up fainting on set and he freaks out or something ❤❤❤❤❤thanks!!

Warnings: not taking care of oneself, stress, anxiety, language

(A/N): reader is kind of a crackhead in this ngl

“Alright, 20 minute break!”

You sighed, hoping it would shake off some of the stress. It didn’t. Your eyebrows were still furrowed and there was still a small shake in your right hand. You were dashing off to the break room, so you could work on that damned essay.

Your legs felt like nothing today, it had been that way a couple of days. Like jelly, or not even that, just nothing. On top of that there was a tingly, almost anxious feeling in your stomach that had come with the non-existent legs. You knew you weren’t alright, but sadly what you also knew, was that you didn’t have time to be not-alright.

“You’re in a hurry,” your co-star Chris said, as he strolled into the break room, where you were already opening your laptop.

“Uh huh,” was all you said, opening your Google drive to work some more.

You felt a sharp pain in your stomach, so bad that it made you look down, wondering if you’d been stabbed or something. You hadn’t, of course, seeing as you were sitting on a couch in a highly protected movie set. What the hell?

“You okay, kid?”

You didn’t eat breakfast, that’s why. No big deal. Wait- Did you eat dinner yesterday? Or lunch? Or breakfast? Or-

The bright light of your document ripped you from your spiraling thoughts, immediately taking away the attention and worry you had only just begun to feel for yourself.

“Yes,” you said, but your right hand was shaking so much that you had to grip the edge of your laptop to still it. Chris shuffled, watching you being obviously not okay. He said nothing.

You worked, researching the topic you were working on. Usually you’d like this type of assignment, but recently there’d just been so much stress. You couldn’t enjoy it, you just had too much work. Too much to do. Your eyes were heavy and you winced as you remembered that you went to bed at 5 AM.

The thought sent that creeping chill up your spine, as you remembered once more that you hadn’t eaten, and now also your lack of sleep, but the anxiety that had been roaming your body for the past week or so pushed it away with ease.

“We’re starting again!”

You looked up, seeing Chris once more, in the same position as when he entered the room, staring at you worriedly. His eyes on you somehow made you aware that you were horribly out of breath, painfully gulping in air.

You pushed your laptop away, going to stand up and walk back to set, when your legs turned into static and you dropped to the ground with a loud ‘smash’.

You immediately heard Chris run over to you, followed by his hands on your shoulders.

“Y/n!” he breathed and gulped, shaking you. Your body felt like nothing, nothing but tingling anxiety and static and painful, erratic gulps of air. You closed your eyes and kept them closed because your body decided right then and there that it was not going to deal with your bullshit. And so you passed out.

You didn’t know how long you were out, it certainly didn’t feel like very long, because you awoke to the sound of Chris’ barking voice, feeling as tired as ever.

“Y/n! Y/n? Oh, thank God!” he pulled your weak body up to his in a hug. You felt his quick heartbeat against your chest.

“W-Wha? How long was I out?” you asked, simply because that was what they always asked in the movies, and with your foggy state of mind you were slightly afraid that you’d been asleep for 70 years like Captain America.

“Like, 20-30 seconds?” he said very much in a questioning voice and, without pulling you away from him, stood up, walking with you in his grasp, as your feet dragged against the ground.

“Ugh,” was all you said, Chris gently putting you to lie down on the couch. Just then, a set worker came running in to see what the fuss was all about. He looked in need of glasses, narrowing his eyes and shifting his gaze from you, to Chris, and then back again.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“No.”

Both you and Chris spoke at the same time, and then snapped your heads towards each other. He glared at you and again your brain failed you, so you glared back at him, wondering why you were glaring.

“They’re not okay,” Chris sighed and the set worker looked at you for another two moments before nodding to Chris, and bounding away. Chris pulled out a stool and sat down beside your sofa. You were pretty close to falling asleep.

“What was that? Why did faint?” Chris asked and in that moment you remembered again.

Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. You’ve really done it now! You hadn’t eaten or slept like an absolute idiot! And now you’d have to explain it, explain how you hadn’t taken care of yourself, like a five year old.

“Uh, well, I’ve been pretty.. Stressed,” you said and Chris scoffed.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed. I mean, is that it? Have you been eating?”

“Well..” you were really trying to dig your way out of this one, “Define eating?”

Chris did not seem to think this was as funny as you did, and his eyes widened and you saw realization, anger, sadness, and worry all at the same time. He swore under his breath, looking away. You felt like shit. Both because you hadn’t been taking care of yourself and because now you’d worried your friend.

“Y/n.. You can’t do this..” he mumbled and he seemed absolutely lost.

“I know! I just- I haven’t had time for anything! I haven’t had time to relax, eat, sleep.. It’s all just been work, work, work, and everyone’s counting on me, and..” you trailed off, your words making you realize just how not-alright you really were. Meanwhile, Chris noticed something entirely different about your sentence.

“Did you say sleep?”

“Uh-”

“Did you just say you haven’t eaten or slept?” Chris sounded almost baffled now, a slight absurdity and anger to his tone.

“Well- I slept a little bit!” you defended because unlike the eating you had actually slept for at least 2 hours.

“When did you go to bed?”

“I don’t see how that’s relevant right now-”

“Y/n!” He yelled and then -

Silence.

You looked over at him. His face was buried in his hands, hair ruffled as he had undoubtedly been running his hand through it as you spoke. He was shaking and you could hear his unsteady breath under his hands.

Slowly, he pulled away his hands. He looked tired. And sad.

Then he stood up and walked out of the room. Your heart skipped a beat, as you wondered whether he’d actually gotten tired of you. You felt tears prick your eyes. How could you be so stupid? How could be so neglectful and let down your friend? God, he must hate you.

You sniffled, tears falling down your face. You moved your heavy arms up to wipe away the tears, but they kept coming. You covered your eyes in shame.

A gentle hand was on your shoulder, making you jump. You pulled away your hands reluctantly, meeting Chris’ eyes once more. You glanced down and in his other hand, clutching a sandwich and an apple into his chest.

“It’s okay,” he mumbled forcing himself to smile for you, just to show that he wasn’t angry. Well, he was, but mostly at himself, because you had too much on your plate. It was his responsibility to remind you to take care of yourself when it became too much. At least that’s what he felt. He sat down on the stool again and handed you the sandwich and the apple.

You took it and silently began eating it. It delicious, you realized, and wondered why you ever stopped eating.

“Y/n. You have to take this seriously. You can’t do this. This is dangerous, you know that, right?”

You nodded with your mouth full of food.

“I know it must be hard with school and acting and all of this celebrity shit.. I know and I’ll try to be there for you to help, because this-” he looked at you, “No one deserves this amount of stress. No one. So I’d like for you to consider asking your school for a small break? And if that’s not what you want, I’d like to help you with your homework. How does that sound?”

You chewed sheepishly. “That sounds good. The break thing.”

“Good. Then, call your mom and she’ll call your school and explain it to them. But first, I want you to finish eating and then I’ll follow you down to your trailer and you’ll go to sleep. Tomorrow - or, you know, whenever you wake up - you’ll do nothing but relax, and then you can starting acting again the day after.”

You nodded, chewing the last mouthful of your sandwich. Chris tapped the apple playfully, “Apple, too,” he said.

And so you ate your apple and went back to your trailer, sleeping a fairly long amount of time, and as promised the next day you did nothing but relax. The anxiety in your stomach was gone, and your legs felt strong again, so you did a little dance to celebrate.

You started working again the next day and after a two week break from school, you got homework again. This time though there was significantly less. You didn’t know who to thank for that, wether your mom had scolded their ears off, or if Chris or perhaps the director had called, but either way you weren’t nearly as stressed, and the feeling of being healthy was delightful.

You never stopped thanking Chris for helping you, but he always shrugged it off. It was his duty, not as your coworker, but as your friend. He was just happy to see you healthy and functioning. That was reward enough.

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thebadboyfanclub · 4 years

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I Got You (Napoleon x Reader)

This is the third time i’m trying to post this fucking thing, tumblr won’t let the posts I do from my laptop under search results but they will show posts I do from my phone. Anyways, enjoy!

“This better be worth it Waverly”

“Ohhh (y/n) dear trust me it will. Let me introduce you to your new colleagues”

As she walked in the room with one big desk and a few chairs, three of them were occupied by two men and one woman, probably in her 20s. Her eyes however focused on one particular man.... The man that was one of the reasons you thrived in the illegal field.

“This is Miss Gaby Teller, the most important person in this case, next to her is mister Illya Kuryakin, her supposed fiance and-”

“Napoleon Solo. The thief”

She bitterly interrupted Waverly, he was of course aware of (y/n)’s past with Napoleon, it was one of the reasons he requested her to join this case, keeping from her that piece of information of course.

“(y/f/n), you’ve grown up”

“you got old”

“Right, now that everyone knows each other, (y/n) please take a seat and i’ll explain the plan”

As she took a seat from the other side of the table, directly in front of Napoleon, she tried to focus on Waverly and ignore Napoleons intense stare that almost drilled a hole on the side of her head.

“Ok, so since Illya is here to be the love interest for Gaby and Napoleon is here to just get some Italian legs in the air, what am I here for?”

“You dear (y/l/n), you will be portraying miss Brigitte Richard, an heir to the Richard well know Cigar, he is a close friend of mine and graciously agreed to take his daughters name”

“Won’t they know what his daughter looks like?”

“His daughter has been kept away from the public eye and she had transferred in Britain during high school, that’s also where she went to College and recently decided to stay there. I will give you a file of hers to study. Your goal is to get close to Victoria vinciguerra during the event, maybe even seem interested in mister Solo, of course for show, nothing more”

“Of course, everything is only just for show when it has to do with Napoleon”

(Y/n) was dressed in her best attire, her long red dress that hugged her waist so beautifully, of course some silver diamond earrings on her ears and her hair up in a perfect updo, her heels were comfortable at least, but if she had to run the dress would not hold for long until it gives a show to anyone around her, she prays that it didn’t have to happen, or she would be royally screwed,

“Miss Richard , your father was right you do have your mothers eyes”

What a fool, she thought, this is who she was hiding from? a woman that complimented her for the resemblance in her eyes.... she wasn’t even close to being related to this people. However, on the outside, she smiled brightly at the tall blonde lady

“Thank you so much, god rest her soul she at least she was generous enough to pass them down to me, my dads brown eyes are great but a tad bit boring don’t you think?”

The blonde gave a tight lip smile to her comment. Of course, if she knew that her real parent had never seen this type of luxury, the lady wouldn’t even spare a glance.

“I don’t believe we’ve met, Victoria Vinciguerra”

“Brigitte Richard, my father made sure to keep me away from all of... this, he wanted his kids to be humble”

“I’m really sorry for your brother”

“It’s alright, I miss him but... c’est la vie”

(Y/n) had almost swallowed the file Waverly had given her, she even looked into the cigar company, just in case anyone asked questions. As the two ladies kept talking, she started hearing commotion,she turned her head towards the direction it was coming from and saw one familiar man falling to the ground.

“What is going on over there?”

“Excuse me dear”

Victoria started walking towards him and of course (y/n) followed. When they finally reached the crowd that was already forming a circle around him, there he was fanning himself the invitation dramatically, in true Napoleon fashion. (Y/n) kissed her teeth in annoyance, he was supposed to discreetly blend in, not cause a god damn ruckus the minute he walks in.

“Thank you, Thank you”

“I wonder what they do to people without invitations”

That is when she decided to take actions. She weaseled her way out of the crowd and kneeled in front of him to his level, offering her glass of champagne to him.

“Are you alright sir?”

“Yes, thank you very much Darling”

“I’m Victoria Vinciguerra, she is (y/f/n). I do believe an apology is in order. I’ll take it from here”

You helped him get up on his feet and took two steps to lean in and talked to her.

“of course miss Vinciguerra... next one is mine”

She giggled as she walked away in triumphant. To be frank the rest of your job was to keep an eye on these two, yet she could still say she completed the most important part.What she didn’t expect was the growing fire in the pit of her stomach that was directed to Victoria, looking at her talking to Napoleon so nonchalantly made her teeth hurt and her breasts ached with rage.

“It’s such a lovely day to be so pouty miss”

“Well sir... there is nothing really here for me to smile about”

“Not even me?”

“I think I am better off being the reason for someone to smile”

“Roberto Russo, charmed”

“Brigitte Richard”

Roberto was a handsome man, tall, light brown hair, hazel eyes, sharp jawline, full lips and extremely well dressed, no doubt he knew his way around women and money. What a better distraction and cover up than him?

What (y/n) had not calculated was Napoleon picking up at her “strategic” flirt and filling like punching the hell out of this pretentious little Italian boy that grew up spending daddy’s money. He restrained himself from walking over to her and taking her hand, guiding her away from everyone, keeping her all to herself.

“I saw you were talking to my aunt”

“Oh you are related to Victoria?”

“Yes, my dad is her brother. I actually haven’t spoken to her today, come with me?”

“How could I ever refuse?”

As he offered his arm she smiled and linked hers with his, walking over with her head held high as they got close to Napoleon and Victoria

“My dearest Roberto, how are you?”

she kissed her nephew at both of his cheeks and yet no smile was shown. She really was cold, Roberto however smiled brightly, feeling excited to show his knew “catch” to his aunt.

“I’m doing well... who might he be?”

“Jack Devinsky, Nice to meet you”

Roberto looked at Napoleon up and down, almost well not almost... judging him harshly. Napoleons sure looked rich but there were levels to how rich you were, especially when men judged one another.

“Roberto Russo. Well... aunt Victoria may I occupy you for a minute”

“Of course, anything for my nephew”

“It will only take a minute dear”

“I am counting”

She replied at him, he took her hand and placed a gentle kiss as he stared directly in her eyes, winking at her as she left her with Napoleon. They stood there in awkward silence for a few moments, they haven’t really spoken since the case started, (y/n) made sure to avoid him.

“You look stunning if that isn’t obvious”

“Thanks”

She said dryly. She barely even looked him in the eye, all she could see was that damn night, the night she lost everything, the night her heart shuttered, the night he showed her all the cruelty of the world he always talked about.

“You are mad at me”

“Do you blame me?”

“No, it still upsets me though”

“That sounds like a personal issue to me”

The event was a success. which meant (y/n) could finally relax and wear her pajamas, pour a drink for herself and lounge in the couch her room had. She still wore his necklace, the gold star necklace he had bought her way back when... she took the charm in her hands and felt the cold metal.

How much more could she take with him around? it took her so much time to heal and now here he was again, scratching the wounds she had closed up all by herself. She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard a knock at her door. She got up to answer it and was met with the man of the hour.

“Napoleon”

“May I come in?”

She sighed before stepping aside to let him in. Even when all she wanted was to punch him in the face, her heart took over her and let him walk into her room and her life once again, even when she had swore to take revenge when she saw him again.

“What do you want?”

“To talk”

“About what?”

She was well aware she was snapping at him, could you blame her? He had swore to protect her, help her when she had nothing and no one, taught her everything and then one night she came home to find all his belongings missing... and that damn letter tore her apart, she didn’t sleep for days, she waited for him to return for months and yet he never did.

“(Y/n) I know-”

“YOU KNOW NOTHING

”her voice booming through the entire room, it was like a glass of emotions was overflowing, threating to spill and make a mess. He saw the pain in her face, her lower lips trembling, her hands forming fists... still what caught his eye was one thing, the necklace. She was wearing his necklace, after all these years she didn’t throw it away. He took a breath through his nose before continuing.

“(y/n) you have every right to be upset-”

“Damn right I do”

“Will you just listen?”

“listen to what Napoleon?! What?!What?!What?!”

Next thing that was heard was her glass smashing at the wall, Vodka dripping down and small pieces of glass going everywhere. Napoleon was shocked, he should have known this wouldn’t be easy, he had wanted to reach out to her over the years, he had even went through with finding her, yet every time he chickened out last minute and walked away from it. Now, here she was in pain, yelling and smashing things... she had become his enemy

“I’m sorry”

“You are sorry? Sorry? for what Napoleon? for leaving me? for doing it in such cruel way? for lying to me?”

“I never lied”

“You swore to me that you loved me, that you... cared”

There it was, tears. She couldn’t even control it, as her voice cracked and the waterfalls started, she didn’t also want to cover them, she wanted him to see what he had done... to hell with being the bigger person. He wanted to hug her, comfort her, make her feel loved but now all he could do was to try and reason with her.

“I had to leave”

“Why? What could possibly be the reason... money? paintings? women?”

“You know I would never cheat on you”

“Oh yeah, cause leaving our house in the middle of the night is so much better”

She tried wipe away her tears, silence falling between them once again. As a way to calm and hide her emotions, she kneeled and started picking up pieces of glass, her back turned to him. Napoleon went to her side and even when he wanted to pick her up and kiss her, he controlled his desire

“(Y/n) stop, you’ll cut yourself”

“I’m fine Napoleon”

“(Y/n) the maid can do it”

“I said I’m- FUCK”

a piece of sharp glass had cut her as she accidentally gripped it a bit too hard. Napoleon saw the blood and got up immediately to find some tissues, while (y/n) got on her feet and brought her hand close to her chest, closing it to a fist as a way to stop the pain. When Napoleon approached she turned her back once again

“I said I’m fine”

“(Y/n) you are bleeding, let me care for you”

She had started crying again. As she turned around and opened her hand to him Napoleon gently placed the tissues on the wound, dabbing away the blood carefully.

“Why did you leave?”

“I thought I was protecting you, a way to keep you away from all of the things I was doing”

“Yet... here we are”

He looked up at her. Her lower lip was in between her teeth, tears freshly running down, her beautiful eyes were now red and puffy, her nose was running and he still found her heavenly.

“You kept the necklace”

“I tried throwing it away, or ponding it... I couldn’t find the courage... it’s too pretty”

“I tried coming back to you... multiple times”

“Why didn’t you do it?”

“I don’t know, I just didn’t”

She finally kept eye contact with him, getting lost once again in those ocean blue eyes, the eyes she looked at when they were laying naked on their bed, the eyes that looked at her when she woke up. With his one hand Napoleon slowly reached over and wiped a few tears with his thumb

“You are too pretty to cry over me”

“I missed you Napoleon”

She whispered looking down on the ground in embarrassment. She was everything he ever wanted, a woman that loved him and had his back and he tossed that all away, his intentions were pure yet the damage was gigantic. He hesitated for a minute, before taking her in his arms for a hug, her head nuzzling on his neck as she held on to him for the first time in what felt like centuries. Napoleon kissed her head, smelling her shampoo that was always the same, lavender.

“I missed you too munchkin”

She giggled at the nickname. Napoleon had met her when she was struggling to survive, she was this delicate little thing that looked everyone with kind eyes, yet once he got to know her he saw the passion, the fire, the potential she had to become something great, he didn’t want all that potential to go on illegal things that could possibly get her in jail or worse kill her. So from the beginning of the relationship he called her munchkin.

“Will we be alright?”

“I got you munchkin, I got you”

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sunsoothed · 3 years

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hair(care)

remember this post? yes i wrote the fic. with some angst and backstory as a treat! family bonding time and people learning to love. the ao3 summary is "Yohan first learns affection through money, then oil." which i think is really really funny.

word count: 1696

read on ao3

apologies for any errors, and enjoy!

The first time Yohan tries, it is before everything. He’s allowed to err here and there, require an entire braid to be unwound and redone. He’s allowed to experiment with the clips and the ribbons and decide when the act is complete and present his art to his niece and his family. Elijah is rightfully fawned over, cheeks bright and smiles brighter, holding onto her uncle and hiding her face in his shoulder with glee.

That was, of course, before everything.

If Yohan has touched a hair on Elijah’s head since, it is only to make a promise or only in her sleep.

The doctors will take care of you, don’t worry. Samcheon is here. I won’t let them hurt you any more than you already have been.

Midnight, in that agonising few months of hospital rooms and the claustrophobic rehabilitation centre. When Elijah is able to perceive nothing but her breath, Yohan, hands reverent; soothing his own fears through comforting his niece. Things will be okay. We’ll be fine. A few grounding breaths are never enough, not after he learns what those monsters took from his niece.

And when Elijah cries. When she first asks after her mother and father, why they aren’t by her side, why is it just samcheon everyday? When Yohan’s tears ring before hers, for the first and last time. I’m sorry, so is declared. I’ll fix this, so is promised. He holds her as close as he can permit himself to, and vows to burn down this world if she asks him to.

Elijah, once, four years since, on her tenth birthday, asks him, “Can you help me?”

Yohan will pretend like he hasn’t been starved of hearing those words. He follows her to her room, honoured of her trip halfway across the house.

“The girls at school,” Elijah fumbles about, wringing her hands together, “that… they wear their…”

He stands in her doorway, somewhat uninvited, waits for her to finish.

“They wear their hair, kind of… like this,” Elijah mimics some variation of a hairstyle best she can, two locks of her hair held in her hands, the parting off. “I was just…”

Yohan, unfortunately, understands little. “Do you need a haircut?”

Elijah’s hands fall, as does the thin hope upon her features. “It’s nothing,” she dismisses. “I only called you because ahjumma wasn’t in today. It’s fine.”

Yohan blinks. “I can help if —”

“It’s fine,” Elijah hisses. “I was mistaken.”

If there is any chance of that ever happening again, time will have to be reversed. Elijah turns twelve, and things change, and Yohan notes his laptop has been hacked.

He buys her a cake for her thirteenth birthday that finds itself smashed against a wall and a demand for no such recurrence.

Yohan will never disobey her. Not with things that she can control.

So he buys no cakes, but buys her a building and channels the affection he allows himself to feel once a month in an allowance that shocks Ms Ji despite the lifetime she’s spent in this family.

Once, there is a package of hair care products with their usual shipment of essentials, which Ms Ji makes a show of putting in Yohan’s way. When he relents, it only takes a tilt of head to the east of the house for her to get the hint. He never knows if Elijah uses them, but the list goes on to include some products out of the large batch he’d purchased, and Yohan considers buying another building.

On her sixteenth birthday, Yohan asks, “Do you want to have a birthday party?”

Elijah asks, “Who will we call?”

Yohan nods, for that is an apt answer.

When Kim Gaon comes, Elijah hates him more than usual. That, Yohan had expected. What he hadn’t was that this hatred would melt away faster than ice when met with fire.

The frist time Elijah sports a more delicate hairstyle than the usual ponytail, Yohan thinks it’s a trick of the light. But she turns her head when retrieving cereal, and her hair is still parted that way and a short braid runs from behind her ear into the clipped-back hair at the back of her head, and Yohan pauses to stare.

Instead of their noncommittal acknowledgement of each other each morning, he asks, “When did you…” and gestures to the back of his head.

Elijah shrugs, looking over at him impassively for a moment before pursuing her breakfast once again. Kim Gaon slides into view, grin perpetually etched into his face, asks, “Elijah, did it stay?”

To which Elijah smiles back, and now Yohan’s eyebrows remain shot up.

Kim Gaon continues to talk, “It’s experimental. We’ll try a different style tomorrow. Your hair’s long enough to make an intricate bun.”

Yohan ensures Elijah watches him conspicuously eye the both of them.

“Kim pansa,” he says, breaking the moment. “We need to go to work.”

The next day, and the day after that, Elijah wears her hair in different styles. Once it is a high bun with some small braids, once it is a different parting and a new set of clips. Yohan observes critically over breakfast as Elijah holds her head a certain way to ensure it doesn’t fall into her food, and thinks, how impractical.

She catches him looking, so she hoists a sour look, to which Yohan responds with an exaggerated tilt of his head, aiming to mimic her.

“Don’t make fun of her,” Kim Gaon’s imposing voice interrupts. “Elijah looks fantastic today.”

Elijah beams. Yohan is disarmed of a biting reply for he hasn’t seem her teeth take on anything but a stubborn baring of power in front of him. He spends the rest of the day replaying it.

When things so south and north again, when Elijah acknowledges, begrudgingly, that her uncle did not have it out for her father, Kim Gaon mediates harmoniously.

He spends an evening making them both chase the cat around the house.

It’s an inane idea, even Elijah hates it, but he tells them the reason Kkomi starts throwing things off their desks at four in the morning is because she’s understimulated, and that even a cat needs to exercise.

So it’s Elijah’s job to get her rilled up enough to run — in a cat’s terribly comic way — away from them, and Yohan’s to ensure she keeps running around.

He’s insane, is what Kim Gaon is. Elijah’s more than sure this borders on some ethical offense. Yohan sure seems to find some pleasure in making the cat scared for her life.

Gaon congratulates them both with a mid-evening coffee and snack break. Elijah actually, voluntarily, asks for Yohan to pass the plate of biscuits across, and thanks him — thanks him! — when he does.

Before they all retire to bed, after another shared meal, Elijah calls for him from down the hall.

“Yohan!”

He turns, maintaining what he thinks is a smile.

“Can you try and get some coconut oil?”

“What for?”

Elijah scrutinises him, gauging how he doesn’t understand something so obvious. “For my hair.”

Yohan nods, still not on the same page, but very much wanting to be. “I’ll get it,” he assures.

He doesn’t blink twice at the astronomical shipping price.

It’s a tall bottle, imported and primly packaged, that greets Elijah when she returns home from her weekly ice-cream run with Gaon.

She eyes it, suspicious, before their resident busybody stands in her doorway and says, “Oh, bujang-nim actually bought it for you.”

Elijah blinks at Gaon innocently. Yohan does listen to her sometimes.

“Material wealth,” Gaon seems to understand. “We’ll put it in your hair tomorrow, okay? Keep it in for a few hours.”

“A few hours?” Yohan voices, having just turned the corner, dressed as he usually is at home.

“What are you doing here,” Elijah mutters, shooting a scowl at Yohan as he stands in her doorway as well.

He scowls back, never one to back down from a challenge, as Gaon goes on about the benefits of oiling hair behind them.

“Don’t pull,” Elijah hisses.

“I’m not,” Yohan insists, but puts less force into his actions nonetheless.

Gaon and Ms Ji are monitoring them, mirroring each other with their arms crossed and leaning against opposite sides of the doorway.

Yohan sections Elijah’s hair into three parts after brushing through it, the fine-toothed comb surprisingly sparse of broken hair.

“Gaon has been helping me take care of it,” Elijah had explained, when he errantly asked. “What, did you think I’m some sort of wild animal?”

Yohan carefully collects some oil in his palms, completely foreign to this, eyes flickering up to Gaon for guidance. Gaon is absolutely no help.

So he trusts his instincts and starts at Elijah’s scalp, rubbing oil in, and ends with oil down his forearms and Elijah’s hair in a thick braid. She’s fast asleep.

“That means you did a good job,” Gaon whispers to him.

Yohan would smile, but such affection hardly suits his face. He pats Gaon’s face with an oily hand, leaves him spluttering, and grins to himself as he tries to wash the oil off.

It barely becomes a routine, because despite Gaon’s somewhat vast knowledge on hair care and what Elijah read online, washing oil out of your hair can be a nightmare. But Ms Ji and Gaon have observed their two sulking overlords interacting with an increasing frequency, even if it is sometimes just to disagree about an arrangement of clips or parting of hair.

Gaon had supposed, somewhat, that his bujang-nim had at least an understanding of style. In his discussions with his niece, though, when somehow colour schemes and draping becomes relevant, Gaon admits he’d underestimated Kang Yohan.

Later Elijah will decide she wants to dress for dinner as well, and Yohan will be the only one diligently obeying the formality. So much so that he will leave a guest in the company of the villainous home to attend to his niece’s requests. No one will ask about the pink bow in her hair, but it’s more than enough for Yohan to know that he tied it up.

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