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sevenincubistolemyheart · 4 years ago

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Yoongi’s Oneshot

Au: Mafia

Tag List: @xsunnyhoseokx @wilhelminalucinda @amiraclerenee @inutiledediscuter

Rating: M

Potential Triggers: I will carefully note the rating has once again turned to M but I’ll be leaving this as the only warning(unless otherwise explicitly asked) given the heavy spoilers saying all the potential triggers could provide. The only explicit triggers I’ll give in advance is involuntary drugging, grieving, and psychological trauma. Everything will also be under the cut. Authors Note at the end!!

Pairing: BTS x Reader/OT7 x reader

Genre: Drama, Crime, Angst, Fluff, Hurt & Comfort

Length: 4k+

You murmured softly in your sleep, tossing and turning as you gradually grew more and more panicked. It’s a miracle you hadn’t had any night terrors after what happened. Your imagination was always quite vivid after all so you supposed you should count your blessings you’d even lasted this long. In either case, all you could see when your eyes finally shot open was white. At first you assumed you were merely adjusting to a bright light...but then it didn’t stop. Including when you moved. And a look down let you know that you were also in the silk white pajamas Yoongi had gifted you last night. All that surrounded you was pure white and you realized abruptly you clearly weren’t dreaming any longer and also had been sleeping on the floor. A quick search of the room ensued, as your eyes flicked around, searching for distinct cameras or a way out and yet...you found nothing. You refused to let yourself panic, putting together that Yoongi must have gifted you these so you’d match with the room.

You weren’t in enemy captivity, but that didn’t mean you weren’t on edge. Taehyung’s little stunt had reminded you that these people, though often kind to you, had much more sadistic sides to themselves than you typically got to see. You vaguely recalled looking up sensory deprivation as a potential topic for a psychology project, but opted to study dream analysis instead. Lot of good that was gonna do you. You didn’t need any symbolism to know you were merely coping with your grief in your sleep since you still refused to actively show it around the others but now...that info on sensory deprivation sure would’ve been helpful. You tried to wrack your brain for any memories of what you’d looked up, but only vaguely recalled the need to keep your mind active, though you couldn’t fully remember how. Wasn’t that only for long periods of time?

Where was Yoongi? Why was he putting you through this? You felt your breathing starting to increase, noticed you were beginning to grow paranoid and took several deep breaths, counting to 4 as you inhaled, holding for 8 and then releasing for another 4. It was a breathing technique you recalled your chorus teacher telling you to do back in high school. How was she doing?

Your breathing finally evened out but you found your eyes were glazed over. You shook off your little stupor, tried to get back on topic. Why were you thinking about your chorus teacher right now? You had more important things to be pondering! Like what Yoongi wanted to see from you so he’d let you out.

You began to hum absentmindedly. Closing your eyes as you welcomed the now unfamiliar blackness. You aren’t sure for how long they remained so but when next they opened you felt like it was now nighttime. How long had Yoongi left you here for? Was this some kind of punishment? Did you do something wrong? Nothing came to mind. Maybe they just finally realized you were a liability. That you’d never be as good a Nurse as your Mother.

It was then that you saw the door opening inwards and after spotting Yoongi, and blinking several times to adjust to the new colors, you literally rushed him, making him scramble to release the door and hold onto you as you shook violently for reasons you didn’t understand. Tears came spilling from your eyes faster than you could stop them and you barely managed to ask him through your sobs.

“W-Why did you leave me there for so long!? Did I do something wrong? Please, just tell me and I’ll fix it!! N-Never do that again!”

Yoongi looked taken aback as he forced you off him far enough away to get a good look at you and his expression morphed from one of bewilderment and shock to analysis. He knelt down, cupping your hands in his cheeks as he saw you frantically looking around at everything, as though scared you’d never see it again. You were acting like some kind of crack addict going through withdrawals. The sound of footsteps made you whip your head around but he refused to let you look, resolutely keeping your head still.

“Focus on me and stop moving. How long do you think you were in there?”

His voice was a quiet mumble.

“18 hours, at the least. Maybe even 24. It’s nighttime now isn’t it? Please I want to go see everyone!”

“Y/N. You were only in there for 8 hours. You shouldn’t be experiencing this so intensely. You didn’t hear or see anything else in there did you? I need you to be completely honest with me.”

You shook your head quickly, even as you bounced on your heels.

“Mm-mm! No, I-”

Before you could even finish your denial he was starting to pull up the short sleeves of your pajamas up past your shoulders and then snarling at you.

“What the fuck did you do to yourself you idiot!?”

You looked at him in genuine confusion and he growled lowly before brushing his thumb over your bicep causing you to hiss at the sharp rush of pain that greeted you.

“Ow, Yoongi what the Hell!?”

You looked down and realized you'd dug your nails into your arms, holding yourself during that brief, fitful sleep you'd had so tightly you'd drawn blood and caused wounds. On top of that you'd apparently continued scratching once you'd awoken, irritating the wounds even further.

"Wow that's all it took to break her? Pathetic."

Jungkook's snort made you squirm in Yoongi's grasp to look at him and this time, he let you as he was occupied examining your wounds.

Yoongi released you with a simple nod to Jungkook before walking off.

"Watch her."

Once you were out of his grip you hopped over to the built boy, clinging to his arm even as he jolted in surprise that quickly turned to disgust even as a surprised blush stained his cheeks pink.

"Th-The Hell!? Get off me you freak!"

He began slowly working you off his body but you pouted and resolutely stayed on him like glue.

"Nuh-uh!! Never thought I'd miss you being an ass but here we are! Suck it up!"

You were so focused on trying to stay attached to Jungkook you didn't hear the footsteps this time and squealed as you were tugged off by Yoongi and into his chest face first who sighed.

"...Calm down. You're not going back in ever again. I promise. You're gonna be okay. Focus on my heartbeat and count the beats okay? Try to match your breathing to it."

"The fuck did you do to make her all clingy and weird? You better fix her! If she's fucked in the head for when I train her-"

"Quiet down. If you don't want to overwhelm her and make things worse I'd suggest keeping your mouth shut."

Just the two bickering was making you start to get squirmy again and Yoongi tightened his grip slightly in response while Jungkook snapped his mouth shut. Your shaking gradually started to subside to the occasional shiver as you did as Yoongi instructed, slowly being soothed by his consistent heart rate. Your breathing also started to even out, and you found yourself surprised at how slow his heartbeat was.

He had seemed so panicked but moments earlier after all. He must have real control.

Noticing you slightly beginning to calm, Yoongi gradually released his grip on you to look you in the eyes.

“...Alright. Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to take you over to the infirmary where I’ll hand you off to Hoseok. You won’t be seeing anyone but 2 people at once for at least today and tomorrow. I’m not risking damaging your psyche further by overstimulating you right after depriving you.”

His voice was as monotone as ever but you felt the way his hand trembled slightly as he grabbed your wrist before he abruptly released you, tersely demanding you follow him instead.

You did so, albeit slowly as you risked a glance around the room for Jungkook, only mildly surprised when you found he’d slipped out silently.

You were more surprised he’d left quietly more than the fact that he’d abandoned you in such a state. He’d probably gone to tell Taehyung what awful shape you were in so they could laugh about how weak you were.

Wonderful.

You almost wished your lucidity wasn’t returning.

Gods, the way you’d clung to him like a child was so embarrassing. You could only pray given his, what you remembered to be, flustered reaction that he’d never mention it again. At least Yoongi mercifully didn’t seem focused on your display though it was mainly because he was probably more distressed by the reaction from a psychological perspective than anything as kind.

Yoongi opened the door to the infirmary for you and let you enter first before following suit. You spotted Hoseok at the large desk overlooking a window to the greenery you’d been lost in not too long ago with Taehyung, sorting different bags of powder. He looked up at your arrival and frowned as he scanned you up and down before his eyes locked on your injured shoulders and then jumped to Yoongi as he rose to his feet and made his way over.

“The Hell did you do? I thought she was only going in the sensory deprivation room for 8 hours, how did she manage to hurt herself?”

Yoongi sighed heavily, watching as you hugged Hoseok who recipricorated gently before he led you over to the infirmary bed nearest to you and setting you down gently.

“She used her nails; it happened when she was sleeping apparently. I watched the whole time, but when she started sleeping I left to eat...I should’ve picked up on the signs and never put her in this situation. I thought it would be a gentle enough way to start building her mental tolerance to torture should the others ever try such a thing. You know EXO’s policy about women.”

Hoseok grunted in acknowledgment of his words as he pulled over the metal cart with basic medical supplies he hadn't gotten around to fully cleaning since his own training session two days ago.

“Blaming yourself isn’t going to make her better so knock off the self loathing bullshit going on in your head right now and get me a wet rag and a bucket with soap and water. I need to clean the wounds before they become infected. You may have caused this situation but you can also fix it so move your ass.”

His voice was crisp, cool and nothing like his typically cheerful self making you blink at him in delirious confusion, your alertness seemed to be fading in and out, despite your best efforts to hang onto it. Everything just seemed so overwhelming, and almost new to you.

Yoongi listened without quarrel however and nodded before he left the room, to do what Hoseok had ordered you had to guess.

“Alright lovey I need you to keep your eyes on mine okay? I know it’s hard to focus right now but I want to check some things.”

His voice had changed tones again, now sweet and gentle as you knew him. You liked this version better, you decided as your eyes flicked up to meet his.

His smile widened a bit, making his eyes crinkle at the corners in amusement.

“I happen to prefer this side to me too. Unfortunately, I don’t get the chance to let it out very often in my line of work. It’s nice for it to be genuine for once. Now; I want you to talk to me about the day you found out your Mother died. Do you think you can do that for me sweetie?”

You frowned and blearily shook your head in denial, not registering the fact that he was rubbing a wet cloth on the inside of your arm about a third of the way up, nor the fact that the area went numb and tingly. Your whole body felt numb and tingly honestly; what was one more area?

“I don’t wanna talk about that.”

Your voice had grown small, intrusive images already making themselves known inside your mind as your frown deepened, and his smile only widened. Thanks to your gaze being locked on his you noticed when his eyes flicked to the door suddenly, making you look too in anticipation, expecting Yoongi to perhaps be entering or for someone to be there only to not notice the needle entering your arm on the other side.

You turned back to him with a pout of confusion but swayed suddenly as the world spun. You would’ve surely fallen had you not been lying down securely in the bed. Why did you feel like you were floating? Was this normal? A part of the side effects of your brief time in the sensory deprivation chamber?

“How are you feeling now? Ready to tell me about that night?”

You beamed, suddenly so exhilarated despite the world spinning that you felt giddy; your mind barely comprehending the words Hoseok hit you with or their meaning, just starting to speak without conscious awareness.

“Mmhmm sure! So, it’s pretty funny actually! I was just coming home from grocery shopping, and I stopped at the craft store before heading home to get Mom some of those adult coloring books since I could tell how anxious she was lately. We used to love doing that together you know? And!”

You giggled, grinning even at the painful nature of your story. If only it was just a story.

“She’d promised me we’d spend the whole day together since she was away all the time; now I know she was tending to you. Instead of being home with me, her y’know actual daughter.”

You giggled again, clearly delirious.

“So I finally got home, and when I walked inside I saw her just...bleeding everywhere. She was already dead, or so Namjoon told me later. He’d sent some grunts or something so as soon as I walked in I was being dragged out and to a car before I could even protest. None of you could even bear to clean up the mess you made! You must all be cowards of epic proportions. I mean seriously! You left her body to your grunts? After all she did for you? Real pathetic; lemme tell ya.”

You shrugged with a beaming smile, feeling a large wave threatening to drag you under as your blinks began to slow.

“At least she’s not anxious anymore though right?”

Hoseok listened to your story with that kind smile of his never once leaving, nodding in agreement to everything you said so you wouldn’t stop and pet your hair until blissful unconsciousness finally took you and you lost the war to stay conscious with a question of Yoongi’s disappearance being the last words to escape your lips.

Hoseok’s smile dropped and he turned towards the closet cooly, perceptive gaze narrowing.

“...You can come out now.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes as he stepped out.

“You coddle her too much. You should’ve just given her an interrogation drug instead of a gentle dose like that. We would’ve gotten the information quicker.”

Hoseok chuckled as he shrugged, uncaring as he took in Taehyung with detached indifference.

“I got the information didn’t I? And she won’t remember any of this. All the better for our plan. How’s Jungkook? Still distracting Yoongi?”

Taehyung nodded.

“Has him held hostage in the kitchen. It’s not like it takes much effort to play the brat on his part.”

Hoseok nodded, risking a glance at your slumbering form and Taehyung did the same.

There was a beat of silence and then.

“...We’re doing the right thing, aren’t we?”

“We’re doing the only thing we can. And that’s enough.”

Taehyung suddenly flung himself back into the closet with a vengeance and silently rushed to close the door as he heard the infirmary door just beyond the wall burst open; barely managing it in time as Hoseok concealed the needle in his pocket and feigned confused annoyance at Yoongi’s abrupt entrance.

“Hyung! Quiet down or you’ll wake her! She just finally fell asleep. What the Hell took you so long?!”

Yoongi panted as he glanced around the room suspiciously and Hoseok briefly caught Jungkook’s vaguely concerned gaze behind him making Hoseok shoot him a dark look. All he’d had to do was give them the heads up he was returning! It could’ve been a single letter! But now there hadn’t been any time and-

“What’s this?”

Yoongi’s voice was quiet, but Hoseok could recognize that deadly tone anywhere.

His attention quickly shifted to see what he was referring to and his heart dropped although his annoyed expression remained unchanged.

Fuck.

The vial he’d used to extract the drug sat in between Yoongi’s fingers and he cursed himself for forgetting such a detail.

“Did you inject her with this?”

Yoongi’s eyes were like icy knives, cutting him to the quick and daring him to lie. He needed to play his cards right here or things could go very badly very quickly. Sure, the most secret documents were in his room but the ones in here would be enough to get him at least under suspicion and he just couldn’t have that right now. Not when they were so close.

Yoongi was growing impatient, his eyes narrowing all the more to fine, catlike slits as he strode forward to hiss into Hoseok’s face.

“Have you gone deaf? I said, ``Did you inject her with this?!”

“I did. I had to. She grew violent and-”

Yoongi grabbed him by the collar and Jungkook entered the room in panic but Hoseok waved his hand quickly to shoo him away, knowing better than to move his eyes when Yoongi was watching him so closely. One wrong move when Yoongi was in analysis mode and he’d blow all of their covers.

“Don’t fuck with me Jung. She was acting delirious to an extent yes, showing signs of a need for intense affection and physical contact as by isolating her I accidentally triggered her psyche to momentarily put down her walls and ask for the touch she needs since she’s been touch starved for God knows how many years. But she was anything but violent. Try again. And this time if you don’t tell me what I want to hear, I’ll just have to bring this to Namjoon.”

The dark smirk was on his lips before he could stop it, but he used it to his advantage.

“Like you aren’t going to anyway? You always were his favorite lapdog. Well…”

A smirk more snarl than smile twisted his expression to something even more ugly.

“Besides Seokjin that is.”

Yoongi looked stricken just as he’d intended and then he found himself collapsing from the impact of Yoongi’s fist on his cheek, followed swiftly by a kick to his stomach that made him cough as he curled up slightly even as a pained laugh escaped his lips.

“Oh? Did I hit a nerve-”

He was cut off with a kick, to the head this time that had him seeing stars.

“Good thing you’re not the only one with a taste for hitting them eh? Maybe now you can feel how she did when you injected her with that crap.”

Hoseok dazedly realized he was being turned so his front was open to Yoongi and found himself straddled and then punch after punch was being delivered as Yoongi snarled venomously down at him.

“You are going to tell me exactly why you injected her and then we’re both going to tell Namjoon what you-”

Now it was Yoongi’s turn to be cut off.

Hoseok’s eyes widened and he shouted, loudly.

“NO!”

The chair met Yoongi’s head with the sound of splintering wood, and he promptly fell to the floor unconscious as Taehyung panted heavily, eyes swirling with panic and adrenaline coursing through his body as he held out his hand to help Hoseok up.

Seeing the scene coming to an abrupt end Jungkook rushed to close and lock the door behind him; never so thankful for Namjoon soundproofing the medical ward after he screamed his head off having his wound cauterized one too many times.

Hoseok gritted his teeth in irritation as he smacked Taehyung’s hand aside, brushing the back of his hand over his now bleeding nose and spatting the blood that filled his mouth from his teeth being forced to bite down on his tongue too hard.

“...Now look what you’ve done. This wasn’t supposed to happen until her training was fully complete and now we’re going to have to move it up.”

Taehyung scoffed, looking offended.

“What; no thank you for saving you, you ungrateful ass? Yoongi would’ve continued till you were unconscious for that comment you made.”

“Exactly! That’s what I wanted you-!”

Hoseok cut himself off with a sigh and turned to the girl sleeping obliviously in the bed.

“Nothing we can do about it now. Jungkook, you’ll be the one to clean those wounds and then carry her out when the time comes.They may be superficial but it’ll be a problem if they become infected on the road. I’ll grab the materials from my room and Taehyung; you’re on weapon and surveillance duty. If we so much as miss one tracker or are spotted by one camera...this whole operation is blown. I hope you finished the map in time. We meet back here in 30 minutes. If one of us doesn’t show...we leave without them. Understood?”

Jungkook nodded, as did Taehyung and Jungkook was quick to grab the water jug, soap and rag that Yoongi brought in and tried to remind himself to go somewhat gently as he soaked the rag and scrubbed the soap into it before he ran it over your damaged shoulders. He made sure to get the entire area, just to be safe. He was pretty sure Hoseok wasn't above actually killing him if he didn’t clean them up to his standards and he still had plenty of things left to do in his life.

It only took him about 10 minutes to clean your small scrape wounds to his liking and he quickly finished up by wrapping them in bandages just in case before he set about grabbing whatever suitable medical equipment they may need in the meantime. Gods forbid your wound did get infected, or he or one of the others got injured they’d have some way to cope.

Taehyung returned with 10 minutes to spare, just as Jungkook was placing his gathered medical supplies into a non discript black duffel bag. He was carrying his own bag; also black to better blend in with the night and no doubt filled to the brim with weapons and interrogation tools he’d rather not dwell on for long.

They were both starting to get antsy as only 5 minutes remained as Hoseok finally rejoined them. In the meantime they’d bound both bags together for ease of carrying and Hoseok observed their handiwork with a hum of approval that made Jungkook’s heart swell despite himself. Praise from Hoseok was so hard to come by, it was something that was to be savored.

Hoseok mumbled an apology, explaining he’d taken the risk to gather some clothes for all of them in addition to the files and other supplies they’d need. They were doing the right thing, he was sure of it. There was no time for second guessing now; not with a bleeding Yoongi on the floor, an unconscious brat and an ever shrinking time limit. They had to go now.

At Hoseok’s signal, with Taehyung leading the way with map in hand they began to exit; First Taehyung, then Jungkook with girl in tow, and finally Hoseok. He hesitated for just a moment and then shoved open his vial drawer and grabbed several, rushing to read the labels. Just in case she got too rowdy, he told himself, quickly rushing to follow after his partners in arms.

He paused just one more time before he left and never looked back, eyes locking on Yoongi as a brief expression of pained regret flashed across his face.

‘...’

‘...Forgive me brother. But I did what I had to. You’ll come to understand one day, I hope.’

And then they were gone.

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A/N: Welp; that just happened! I hope you all enjoyed this and I want to apologize from the bottom of my heart for my lengthy absence. Depression hit me hardcore with the arrival of Covid and writing became a major struggle.I was only recently able to complete this after much struggle thanks to the darker subject matter and the characters themselves screaming at me what to do.

I will be participating in Monster Smash 2020 with @ksmutclub so look forward to my Scream AU(and do let me know if you have any good titles!) coming soon.

As for Tainting Purity...I love that series. So much. But this most recent chapter has really killed my motivation. I think I may have unintentionally censored myself to be more socially correct because it was going a certain direction and that bothers me. I just want to warn you guys; I may have to scrap it and start entirely from scratch to let it fully be my own.

It’s good to be back guys; I hope you’ll forgive me for dropping off planet Earth and welcome me back with your thoughts on the newest chapter. I love all you guys. <3

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soyeahitsmiddleearth · 5 years ago

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Dimension Jumping pt. 2

The Fellowship x Reader

Fluffy pants, creepy coworkers, and grocery lists. Fun times

Trigger warning: mentions of stalker.

After that kind of rocky introduction and confusing explanation of their quest and what they were doing exactly (also what happened to their wizard ‘Gandalf’) things began to work out better.

At first, they were in a kind of panic since they aren’t able to destroy that ring thing if they’re in your world, but then you reminded them that they can’t destroy it, and this Sauron guy can’t get it.

This seems to ease their worries a bit.

It was very easy for you to get along with the two blond 'hobbit’ cousins Merry and Pippin, and Samwise is a wonderful help in the kitchen. Mr. Legolas kinda just awkwardly stands around most of the time (he doesn’t sleep apparently), while the 'dwarf’, Gimli, likes to bother said 'elf’ which you find to be quite amusing. The two actual human dudes seem to be the more authoritative figures here, so they help to keep everyone in check and ensure they don’t break anything.

Penny has, quite literally, fallen in love with that brown-haired bastard Aragorn, and you’ve sworn that if he breaks her little fluffy heart you’re going to fucking murder him. Lucky for him, it seems he is quite fond of her in return since he sometimes sits idly on your couch with her laying across his lap. This asshole must have dog treats in his pocket or something because there’s no way she would ditch you for some scraggly handsome stranger like in the movies.

Of course, you don’t complain about it or anything, rather you just leave it and enjoy the fact that Penny is happy (while silently plotting his painful murder in your mind).

You also had to show them how to work the bathroom, and after they got over their initial shock and awestruck, they all bathed (thank god for your poor nose) and you offered to go get them more clothes later on so you can figure out how to wash theirs.

Overall, it seems that everything is going smoothly and will continue to do so.

You have yet to give them a chance to mess with your laptop or phone (or even the TV), but mostly because you’re afraid they’ll die of shock.

Before you know it a week has passed, and not only are they still in your damn home but they’re so freaking well-behaved and polite you actually find yourself not wanting them to go.

“Why do you wear those fluffy pants?” The sweet little Pippin asks.

Everyone insists he and his cousin are mischievous little monsters, but you find them to be nothing but adorable and polite. “Because, my dear boy, they are really freaking comfortable. I’m gonna go to the store later and get all of you a pair. They will change your lives."

His eyes grow wide at your overly dramatic description of fluffy pants and he suddenly seems excited, "Really? Some for all of us?"

You nod your head with a bright smile on your face, lifting your leg up for him to touch it. "Feel how nice they are!"

When Pippin places his hand on the soft, fuzzy fabric he looks surprised, "I don’t think I’ve felt trousers so soft before!"

"Fluffy pants, Pippin. They’re called fluffy pants."

"Fluffy pants.” He repeats in confirmation.

His cousin, Merry, chose then to walk into the room, and when he sees the two of you he looks confused. “Pip, what are you doing?"

"Oh! Merry, come here and feel these!” He exclaims, not bothering to answer his question.

Merry does as he says, albeit hesitantly, but when his hands touch that miracle fabric he looks just as shocked, “You’ve got such peculiar clothing… I like it."

"Well, I was just telling my buddy over here that I’m going to get everyone some and absolutely ruin your wardrobe since you’ll never want to wear anything but these ever again.” You tell him smugly, jumping to your feet suddenly, “Oh, I’ve gotta go do something. Keep an eye on Penny for me, won’t you?"

Yeah, they don’t need to since she’s busy sleeping on a napping Aragorn, but you ask nonetheless.

You retreat to another room and begin to organize the things you moved from your guest bedroom, wanting everything to be less cluttered while they stay here.

The air mattress had to come out and everything because of how many there are, but you don’t mind a little extra work for some companionship in response. Heaven knows you need someone to keep you out of your own head.

While you’re neatening things, the blond elf guy walks in and observes you for a few moments, saying nothing and kinda just standing there. You turn after a minute or so and look at him questioningly, "Is there something I can help you with?"

He doesn’t say anything right away, and so you grab a couple of books and straighten them while you wait.

"What are you doing?” He asks instead of answering you (a very Pippin move).

Despite your heart wanting you to be sarcastic in your reply you answer him seriously, “I’m cleaning up a bit since I had to take all of this stuff out of my guest room. It’s kinda messy if you couldn’t tell."

You wipe your hands on your fluffy pants and smile at him. "I’m almost done. Did you need me for something?"

He actually acknowledges your question this time with a shake of his head, "No. I wanted to see if you require any assistance."

Ah, that makes sense. He definitely seems like the helpful type.

"Oh, well some help would be nice. Maybe you could move those boxes,” you point to some cardboard boxes in the corner of the closet you shoved everything into, “over there.” You then point to a shelf that is mostly empty.

He nods again and goes to do just that right away, and you go back to sorting through a box full of papers.

“What made you allow us to stay?” He suddenly inquires, lifting the boxes you asked for help with easily.

You’re a bit surprised at his engagement in conversation and the topic he chose, but you answer despite that. “Well like I said before, I know a group of sad saps when I see it… I didn’t know you’d lost your friend, but I could tell something wasn’t right. And… I don’t know, your hobbits looked so hungry and tired, I couldn’t kick you all out and keep a clean conscience.” It’s true, but what you leave out is the desire you had for some company. Penny is more than enough, but recently you’ve been feeling lonely and inadequate, so you jumped on the opportunity to be useful in your monotone life.

“There’s something you’re not saying.” He says it like a statement rather than a question, and while he’s right you only shrug.

“My reasons are my own, but what I told you is my main explanation. Take it or leave it.” You don’t mean to act so cold and aloof, but the thinking about your flaws and recently depressive state only serves to dampen your mood.

“I meant not to offend, I apologize if upset you. I was only curious."

You smile at him over your shoulder apologetically yourself, "No, don’t say sorry. I’m just a bit cranky is all, haven’t been getting much sleep."

He can tell that’s not the truth, but he nods anyway and lets it drop.

Suddenly the sound of Penny barking reaches your ears, and you sigh knowing that someone is probably at the door.

When she abruptly stops, you pause and decide to finish with the last small stack you have before going out to check.

Big mistake.

Once you walk out of the storage closet, you’re met with the sight of two hiding hobbits, and Aragorn at the freaking door. Your eyes widen in horror, and you turn and close the door in Legolas’ face before he can exit.

When the door slams, someone pokes their head around the tall 'ranger’ and smiles.

"Oh, Y/N there you are!"

Uh oh, he’s not supposed to be there.

"B-Brian, hey, what… what are you doing here?” You ask slowly, walking over to try and diffuse whatever situation is going on here. “I didn’t even know you knew my address…"

He smiles brightly despite that and waves his hand, "Don’t worry about it, the boss gave it to me and told me to check up on you! You haven’t been answering your messages and this is the most work you’ve missed in the past, like, 4 years.” His tone is bright and cheery, but you can see behind that mask of pleasantries is nothing but a prying brat who has to know everything 24/7.

You ignore your dark thoughts and simply smile at him in return, “Yes, well I’ve been very busy. And, actually, I texted Marissa about my absence for the week ahead of time, so I don’t see why she would send you. She told me that I can work from home until I’m ready to come back.” You never liked Brian. Much too nosy and too much of a snake for your liking.

You pull your phone out of your pocket and see that you have… holy shit, 43 missed messages? All from Brian? Ew, okay, that’s weird.

But you decide not to comment on it.

“Right, well, who is this? I haven’t seen him before."

Shoot.

You look up at the brown-haired man sharply, then back at Brian. "W-Who, him? Oh, this is just my… boy…friend… Ara- Er, Aaron. He’s, uh, staying here because his house burned down.” God, you’re a horrible liar, but you try to keep your face straight either way. “Who he is doesn’t matter, I’m kinda busy right now so if you could just…"

You go to close the door, but he only steps a bit closer, "Wait-! I didn’t know you have a boyfriend!” His expression is more panic stricken now, and dare I say upset,

Ughhhhh fucking Brian .

Suddenly a voice pipes up from behind you, “Is there an issue over here?"

Oh great, another challenger has appeared, and his name is freaking Boromir.

"Wait, who is this then?” His countenance goes kinda sour, “Your other boyfriend?"

You face-palm and slowly drag your hand down your cheek, groaning internally at his horrible timing (also electing to ignore Brian’s bitter comment). "This is… Aaron’s druggie brother, Bo…Beau. He likes meth.”

Brian looks alarmed at your mention of him being a meth head, but you only smile and internally kick yourself for coming up with something like that . “You have crackheads staying at your house?! With how you’ve been recently?! S-Should I-"

You only shake your head once and slam your hand on the wall, "Brian, I am a big girl, and big girls don’t need their coworkers to keep them safe. I’ve been nice, but what I do is literally none of your fucking business, so leave me alone or I’ll call Marissa and tell her about,” you pause and lean forward, whispering with a faux sweet voice, “The janitors closet…"

His face goes pale at the mention of the horrid sight you’d walked into that one faithful Tuesday, and he nods his head in understanding, "R-Right, sorry to bother you! I’ll uh, get going now then. Enjoy your break!"

He’s gone before you even close the door.

You simply stare at the closed door for a few moments, trying to process what the hell just happened.

"Miss Y/N?” Merry calls from behind the couch. “What did he mean by 'how you’ve been’? Are you alright?"

Unable to keep your cool, you reach up and bury your fingers in your hair and groan loudly from frustration, "Ugh! Fucking Brian! Why did you have to open the door to that loser!?” You yell incredulously, pulling on your hair rather harshly. You don’t even entertain the idea of answering that question.

Aragorn seems surprised by your sudden angry outburst, so much so that he steps back and bumps against the wall.

“He’s always in my damn business! Acting like I haven’t caught him doing unmentionable things in that closet! Why him? Why did you think it was a good idea to open the door?!” You don’t mean to yell or to get so angry, but it’s almost like a splash of cold water in the face. A reminder that things are temporary and unexplainable to outsiders. “He’s such a stalker! God, this is going to come back and bite me in the ass!”

You drag your hands down your face and simply stand there for a moment, ignoring all the people gathering in your living room to stare at their mental brake-down having hostess.

“I apologize, I-I didn’t mean to-” Woah he actually trips over his words.

Before he can finish his apology you raise a hand up in a silencing motion. “No, shut up. Don’t apologize I’m not actually mad at you.” It sounds like you are, but you aren’t.

If you were looking at him, you’d see that he visibly relaxes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell I just… he frustrates me. I’m not angry at any of you, I promise.” You drop your hands back to your side and stare at the door for a few moments before turning and walking back into the living room.

“You’re kind of scary,” Sam states from Frodo’s side at the entrance of the kitchen.

You look over at the two and furrow your eyebrows, “Scary? Me? No way. Just a little irritated.” If anything they’re the scary ones, with their swords and evil ring and all that.

You glance back at the dark-haired man still at the front door and bite your lip, “I’m really sorry."

A small and forgiving smile creeps onto his face, and you feel relieved right away. "Perhaps I shouldn’t have opened the door."

This earns a small laugh and nod from you, "Now that freak thinks you’re my homeless male friend and he’s your drugged up brother. Not a very good reputation.” You don’t bother going over calling him your boyfriend in a panic - if they even know what it means in the first place.

Suddenly ever innocent Pippin asks, “What’s meth?"

Lord save your soul.

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After explaining to everyone what meth is and how you straight up just called Boromir a doped up loser to someone none of them know, you all have a good laugh. And once you’re all done laughing, you join Sam in the kitchen and notice that he’s taken an inventory of your kitchen.

"Hello, chef Ramsay. What can I do for you?” You ask with a cheery smile, watching him go through your cupboard while literally standing on the counter with Frodo watching from the floor.

“Who is chef Ramsay?” Sam asks, looking down at you from his leveraged spot on the counter.

Oh, right, the poor soul doesn’t know the meme.

“Nobody, what are you up to?” You change the subject quickly, a part of you hoping he approves of your kitchen.

“Well… your shelves are lacking a lot. And your… what did you call it, fridge? It is basically empty. What do you eat all week?"

You don’t reply right away, staring holes into him at his obviously spotty memory. "Well, Sam the thing is, I am one woman, and this one woman didn’t think she’d need to buy groceries for 8 men who all eat like they haven’t seen food for the past week… every meal."

"So then perhaps we should go shopping!” He exclaims, closing the cabinet and hopping back down to the tiled floor.

Excuse me, did he just say 'we’? Uh, yeah no.

You shake your head quickly, “No, Sam there aren’t people like you in my world. I can’t take you."

His face falls and he looks around at the kitchen, crestfallen, "But I can’t tell you what to get if I don’t go…"

Aw… he looks so sad. It makes your heart pang uncomfortably, and you find that you wanna make him smile again. "Here, I’ll tell you what. I’ll get some paper and a pen, and you can write down everything you want me to get on that. How does that sound?”

Almost immediately he perks up and nods his head, “Oh, that sounds wonderful!"

Bingo.

"Did you hear that Mr. Frodo? She said she’ll get whatever we want! Come help me make the list!” Okay, maybe this wasn’t a good idea.

You gather the things you promised from a drawer to your right, then hand them down to him. “Here you are, dear. Take your time, and I’ll go tomorrow. And don’t forget to ask everyone else what they want.”

Hopefully, you won’t live to regret this.

Without further ado, he rushes out of the kitchen calling for Merry and Pippin.

These fellas are going to bankrupt you… but if you get to see those happy smiles again, then it’s definitely worth it.

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headshxtina · 4 years ago

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Brave - Koishi Sugawara

Genre: Fluff, au

Warnings: Language! And that’s all hehe

Song of the day:

Hope you enjoy! I just wrote this out if nowhere since I’ve been in love with him so much,, forgive me for the cliché-ish plot djjdjd this is my first tumblr fic i’ve only written one-shots before all my fics are on wattpad 🥺

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“Dealing with the kids is pretty hard, right?”

Sugawara asked, eyebrow slightly lifted as you were oblivious to his appearance again because of being too concentrated on the lists of teams Karasuno were about to have practice matches with in two weeks.

“Oh? Y- yeah...”

The boy leaned down to the notes, nonchalantly humming, but it seemed like he was focused on your expression more than the tough lists that could match the math revise papers you get.

“Are you tired of replacing Yachi? She’d be absent for pretty long. maybe for MONTHS...” Sugawara left out a soft sigh, being his considerate self as usual, or at least that what was you thought.

He was also known for being the gentle parental figure and the sweet, gentle setter of the team. He was training very hard with the team, even though he wasn’t usually the main setter.

But he seemed to not mind. He appreciated how his appearance helped his fellows practice more consistently and more focused, not to mention his calmness and skillful way of thinking during the matches. You liked that about him, but the recent thoughts about him have been... different from the past ones. Like an evolution. Like how his smile was like an efflorescent kind of spring, how the gentle color of his eyes was like clouds passing the clear afternoon skies, and his comforting smile that sometimes you couldn’t face, and how his iries sometimes were labyrinthe whenever he turned to yo-

“Hey? HEY...?”

Your thoughts stopped in a halt.

“HUH? HUH? WHAT THE FUC-“

“You accidentally kicked your coffee...”

“Oh my GOD... I’m so sorry, I- OH SHIT!”

His shirt was filled with the smell of cappuccino.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! I’M SO SORRY SUGA! DO- DO YOU-“

The latter lifted your frown up by caressing the corners of your lips and gently pulled them up, ended it with a soft cheeks pinch.

“Hey... I have extra shirts. I’m okay, you know how third years always know how to prepare.”

“Oh. Okay. I’m still so sorry though.”

“Remember to not kick your sprite next time.” He mocked you and went to grab an another shirt. “Do you need me to buy you an another coff-“

“NAH. NAH. ME GOOD AS FUCK. UH...”

“Okay then! Don’t worry about me. Poor you... so focused on work.”

His footsteps echoed around the practice room, as the team weren’t there yet. Suga went early because he said he “wanted fresh air and some time to talk to the new manager”, which is you.

The sun rays soared the clear sky, replacing the early aurora. It was somewhat idyllic, it reminded you of the halcyon ages, the early mornings when you and your ex-boyfriend would walk into the convenient stores on the way to school, how he would share his coffee with you. Cappuccino. Always cappuccino.

But that was before your break-up last year. Your heart has promised itself to create a barrier from any emotions from being hurt deep down from his getaway. but somehow, it has lost its composure.

Just because of some other boy.

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“Yes Daichi!”

Sugawara fist-bumped Daichi when they got an another point for the red team.

They were having a practice set, as always.

“Aye! Y/n, are you tired?”

Your thoughts stopped wandering when you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Oh! Asahi! How’s the match going?”

“Oh! Yamaguchi asked me to let him replace me for a while. Homeboy’s doing good. Like look at him. Awww...”

“Proud dad you are, Asahi.”

You two left out a small chuckle as he could feel something going on instantly with his left and nimble instinct. And a compassionate soul.

“Y/n, you like Koushi-boy, right?”

Asahi saying that left a huff out of your lips.

“What? Who said that?”

“Nah, just feels like it. Sorry if i’m wrong. But man, the way you’ve been looking at him these past months since Yachi left means something.”

Your tongue was mixed in dirt and cut dry. Somehow, your saliva was nowhere to be found in the back of your throat.

“Uh... Yeah. Sugawara. I l-“

“SEE? HOMEBOY I WAS RIGHT BITCH! OKAY SO WHAT CAN I DO TO HELP YO-“

“SHHH BITCH!”

Your warning reminded Asahi that it was the practice room you guys were standing in, not in the supermarket.

“Okay. But uh...”

“Hm?” He asked as soon as the words left your lips again, like a reflex.

“Dude doesn’t even look at me. No chance. Still painful since my last break-up. No way. I don’t even think of-“

“So,” Asahi stopped you in a gentle manner and leaned in. “I know it hurts, but feelings can’t be stopped. We are human. Being hurt and showing how you feel isn’t bad at all... It’s called being brave. And after it, you can be even stronger. You have to take over your fears. You have me here advising and sharing everything with you. Don’t think of covering it up. It’s better if you just tell Koushi. And, to be honest, you are too focused on your papers you rarely observe how he looks at you.”

You punched Asahi in the stomach, which made he chuckle a little bit. “Ow!”

“Anyways... Yamaguchi’s going in again. You should get out there.”

“Okay.”

The way Asahi smiled at you told you to DO something. Do a thing you’d never thought of doing again.

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The night at the Karasuno rest house was a mess and rowdy as always, filled with the laughs of Tanaka, Nishinoya and Hinata in the halls, and the shouts from Daichi and Ukai telling them to shut up.

It was eerie as the clock hit twelve. Kageyama and Hinata weren’t practicing as always, they fell off asleep after the practice that day, since they had to do about ten laps of running around the school for having a fight and then forgetting about it again.

You were closing your eyes, but it stung. You couldn’t bare to sleep with your heart beating so fast in the middle of the quiet and calm night air.

Your head was full of Sugawara. No, you couldn’t push the heavy brick blocking your emotions out of your heart. It would be forgotten, as many other emotions.

But no. It had been there for months.

Refusing to continue that annoying phrase, you slipped into your slippers and walked out the hallways, out into the staircase in front of the house.

Everyone must’ve been asleep by then. Even Asahi, whom was in the same class as you and understood you the most. There was no one to talk to.

Your lips left out a sigh and as you were just about to close your eyes to meet with the sounds of the night wind, a figure passed by you in silence, a little observant as you realized it was a silhouette of someone.

“Y/n? Aren’t you supposed to be in your bed right now, idiot?”

It was no other than Suga.

“Should be you more, turd. It’s literally midnight, why the fuck are you still here?”

“Can’t sleep.” He replied. “Just thoughts...”

“Too many thoughts are up in my head, couldn’t sleep either.”

You earned nothing but a look down to the ground between both of you. The boy said nothing, as he diverted his pupils to the sky. Immediately, the sight of his face being illuminated by the carressing moonlight holding his face so firmly and softly made your heart fly out of your chest again. Something inside you was urging you to say just three words. Just. Three.

But the past memories triggered them away. You could not get yourself hurt again.

The voice of Asahi stuck inside your head.

“I know it hurts, but feelings can’t be stopped. We are human. Being hurt and showing how you feel isn’t bad at all... It’s called being brave.”

You opened your lips in a short second, which was noticed by Suga.

“You were about to say?”

“KOUSHI SUGAWARA! I-“

Your heart was competing with speed of your tongue. Competing with the tears about to fall right down your face. But just three words was the easiest thing you could say that time. No way back.

Your tears could drop at the moment. Your tongue could be cut at that moment. Your trust in love could be crushed again.

“I LIKE YOU!”

He stood there, looking at you, a little bit observant and calm.

“I like you. Ever since Yachi left for the business trip. I just... don’t believe after that stupid break-up, I could ever let my emotions happen again. I...” You choked on the tears beginning to fall from your lids. “I could be he- heartbroken- again- I’m so- sorry-“

Your hiccups were the sound of pain to him. He immediately walked in nearer to you when your tears started to fall. They kept on wetting your cheeks. They dropped. Fell. Wet the road. They were salty upon your lips and your soft hiccups.

“I’M SUCH AN IDIOT! I’M EMBARRASSING US TWO! I’M A FAILURE... I’m so sorry Suga...”

“Why? Why would you ever be one? Why would you be a failure? You just did the bravest thing." His voice was soft and was faded between your hiccups. You couldn't quite hear or see the caring look on his eyes when he touched your fingers and hesitated for a little before caressing them and molding them inbetween his.

You kept on crying loudly and sobbing. You didn't care about anything anymore. You knew it was a failure saying those words. And the feelings you've kept for so long. If Asahi broke the brick wall of Datekou, then you'd just broken the walls keeping your emotions flow out again.

Noticing you didn't reply, Koushi just quietly planted a soft kiss on your temple, and he kept on kissing when he turned to you and you nodded, he kissed all the way down to your cheeks, feelings your tears touching his lips, but he kept on kissing and stopped at your neck.

"Don't wanna do the licky licky thing over here-"

That left out a soft chuckle from you, which made him a little happy.

"Now... All you have to know is that you're the bravest you've ever been. You're always so brave..."

Before he could notice, your sobs quickly turned into lazy snores as your head bumped down onto his shoulders. The boy realized you had fell asleep and smiled, and there was a beautiful flower blooming inside of his heart as well. His love for you these past months have been opened up by you, not him. He felt like a wimp for not saying it first, but he finally felt happy you'd broken out of your tight shell.

So his hands went to caress your hair between pulling his fingers down your lucious locks. They were soft, opposite to the way his heart was beating for you.

“Sleep tight, sugar. I love you so much.” He whispered.

Asahi and Kiyoko were no other than the ones who brought you two up to your bunks, chuckling at each other, knowing everything by the way you two both fell asleep on each other on the staircase, Suga's hand still holding yours. Firmly. Like he wouldn't ever want to let it go.

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As the alarm clock rang through the eerie silence, you heard everyone groaning in tiredness as Tanaka shouted against Daichi that he wanted a little more sleep and quickly snored again against the soft blanket.

Everyone got ready with huffs and complains under their sleepy breaths, Hinata fixed his funny-looking disheveled hair while shouting at Kageyama for stealing his snacks.

When Karasuno got into the practice room, hyper and ready for an another day of practice, you immediately noticed that familiar silhoutte passing by and stopping right in front of you.

"So, here's a thing, Y/n."

His lips figured in about a few seconds.

"I also... like you back. I love everything about you."

"Hm."

You flashed a smile at him, your eyes still puffy from last night. He just went in and gently kissed the corner of your eye. "Don't cry because of me again, that was.... heartbreaking to see."

"Who would, idiot."

"Who ELSE would." He mocked you as you shyly looked down.

"So, be my girlfriend? As in girlfriend, not girl-friend... uh... like friend as a girl hsjssjshshdh- Alright, be my girlfriend?"

"Gladly, Koushi."

In a sudden, he caught everyone's attention intentionally when he called everyone to get ready and immediately turned to you, got a nod, and crashed his lips onto yours.

A sweet apple smell from his hair passed by your nose, your lips were perfectly molded together, and his soft breath made you feel even better, ecstasy was filling your body, your hands keeping on playing with his soft grey locks.

"OKAY SUGAWHATTHEFUCK?"

Nishinoya and Tanaka's squeals could be heard from afar as Tsukki smiled softly. "Well, Yamaguchi, looks like our setter has fallen in love."

The whole room was filled with squeals and excitement, especially Hinata continuously pulling Kageyama's shirt in surprise, and the latter couldn't care less but gasp and felt so happy for both of you and didn't give a single fuck about Hinata's stupid actions.

"Uh hum." Coach Ukai could be heard from a distance. "Well, looks like our setter has been having a little... makeout sessi-"

"OH SHIT SORRY COACH-" Both of you turned around and realized the whole team has surrounded you guys, including Coach Ukai and Takeda sensei.

"Okay! Suga has a lovey dovey girlfriend, but that doesn't mean we don't continue to practice, remember? You two do that lovey dovey shit at home, not here-"

"YES COACH! I FEEL SO MUCH MORE ENERGETIC AFTER SPEAKING UP MY THOUGHTS! LET ME DO A FUCKING TWO-ATTACK-"

Everyone laughed at Suga's excitement. In the corner of the room, you saw a smile upon Asahi's lips, his eyes gentle and his grin wide as he raised a thumbs up.

"Good job." The tall boy chuckled as he walked towards you.

"All bets on you, Asahi." You smiled back at him. "Thank you. For everything."

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whyisnicole · 5 years ago

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Show Me Your Darkness - Chapter 6

Lemme know if you wanna be tagged <3

Trigger Warnings:

None! Just some coffee spillage.

The relentless sounds of ringing phones, shuffling papers, and constant chatter had become white noise to Peter Parker. He'd learned many things thus far by working as an assistant. One of the top tricks instilled in him was how to focus on his lists of tasks and tune out everything that was of at least slight unimportance.

"Peter?"

The voice of his boss catches Peter's attention, causing him to glance up from his stack of files that he's been searching through all morning long.

"Yes sir?" He asks, transferring his full attention to the suit-clad man standing in the doorway of his office space.

"Why don't you take a break, go on a uh, coffee run for us? I've got a list if you're okay with that."

"Yes, sir!" Peter answers eagerly, his brain buzzing at the thought of being able to finally get a breath of fresh air.

Grabbing his coat and retrieving the paper from his boss's hand, he readies himself to head down the block to the office's hotspot for all things breakfast and break related.

"Will that be all, Mr. Murdock?" Peter asks, making sure he's all set before he leaves.

"Yeah, as far as I know," Matt responds, moving so he's out of Peter's way.

"Karen wrote everything down, so if there's anything missing just be sure to take it up with her." Matt finishes, giving the young assistant a smile as he begins to head towards his office.

After a final check, Peter heads out of the cramped yet functional space. Business had picked up fairly recently after his boss had a big case with some "King-Pin" guy, better known as Wilson Fisk, and it hadn't slowed since.

That was a while ago. There was talk between he group about finding a bigger space, but with all of the hustle and bustle as of recent there hadn't really been much time to office hunt.

While Peter may be out of the active duty superhero game, he's still in the loop of knowledge while also flying under the radar.

Spider-Man was no more. His reputation long gone, buried under the dirt of the in-factual speculation of the public and false tales of the media. Peter Parker, on the other hand, was alive and pretty well. Working for a successful law firm commonly known as "Nelson and Murdock Law Firm," Peter has a good group of people that he's grown close to. People that are closer than he may realize…

Peter covers his tracks more than well, but working for Matthew Murdock, grade A lawyer by day and crime-fighting vigilante by night, means that you're working for someone who knows their shit. And, while Peter may not realize that his boss doubles as Hell's Kitchen's famous "Daredevil," he does know that he always has to keep appearances up; double checking lies that he may have used in the past to make sure what he's saying now adds up, or even hiding from people who knew of his double life in the past.

People such as Tony Stark.

Peter is certain that the tech-savvy, brilliant Iron Man has to know where he is, but the fact that Mr. Stark hasn't shown up yet is the only reason why Peter would doubt that theory. It's been years since Peter dropped off of the radar, but the memories of times spent in Tony's lab, or the countless hours spent trying to build a "Lego Death Star" with his best friend, or trying some new recipe that Aunt May had come up with were still painful to think about.

It felt as if all of that had happened just yesterday.

Guilt ate away at Peter every day for just up and leaving the ones who he loved most - the ones that loved him most - but, anytime he would think of that, he would see the dead eyes of the man who he had killed, along with everyone he had failed to save. He was reminded of nights spend screaming and sobbing, wanting all the hurt to go away. He was reminded of sleepless nights and days that would seemingly run together for weeks at a time. Every time his mind went to that, he was reminded of why he left, and he was always left to contemplate which memory he felt guiltiest for. Peter was 21 now, and all that seemed to plague his mind when he wasn't neck-deep in paperwork or fixing the ever-jamming copy machine was wondering what all he had missed since he'd left.

Hearing the cheerful chime of the coffee shops bell, Peter is drawn back to the present as he's greeted with a wide smile and happy hello from one of the store's owners, Barbra.

"Good morning, Peter!" She calls from behind the counter, busy kneading some dough while Don emerges from the back of the shop, a white apron tied on, to-go boxes in one hand and coffee cups in another.

Apparently today's been busy for everyone so far.

"Morning, Barbra! Morning, Don!" Exclaims a smiling Peter as he gets in line behind a distracted patron, glancing at something on their phone before being called to have their order taken by Don.

Taking a look around the homey shop, Peter sees a few familiar faces but mostly new people lounging about on the couches and chairs set up. Some people are playing board games, others reading, and others either talking or messing with some sort of device.

Reaching the counter to place his order, he tells Don the usual items from the list, making sure to get Karen's, Foggy's, Matt's, and his own order out slow and clear. With a quick smile and thanks from the overworked, underpaid, yet perfectly content owner, Peter steps to the side to carry on some idle chit chat with Barbra while she works on throwing together some pastries and he waits for his order to be filled.

"Peter," Barbra voices, not even looking up from her task as she calls out his name melodically, almost as if speaking to a child who was doing something that they know is wrong.

"Barbra," Peter chides, a smirk on his face as he returns the tone. The smile left his face as quick as it appeared though, as soon as he received a side eye from the stressed woman.

"You look tired." She examines, taking a moment to study his face and meet his bright yet sunken eyes.

"So do you." Peter chastises. They share a pause and knowing look that says "pull the plank out of your own eye before worrying about the splinter in mine," before both break into a grin.

She gives Peter a quick whip of a hand towel.

"Take care of yourself, hunny."

"You do the same, Mrs. Barbra."

"Peter!" Calls Don from the pick-up section a little off to the side.

"That's me!" Peter playfully quips back, eliciting a wide smile from Don, and a small chuckle from Barbra.

"have a good day, kid," Don says, his studious brown eyes peeking over the rim of his glasses as he watches Peter collect his order, plus a free bag of goodies - which Peter makes sure to thank them for.

"You take it easy now," he finishes, playfully scolding the bustling boy while making his way back towards the register.

"Thank you, Mr. Don! And same to you," Peter calls out, throwing up his hand that’s only holding the bag of free treats.

Receiving a wave from the couple, Peter uses his back to open the glass door of the shop, and does a spin outside - but it was just a tad too quick, and Peter was just a tad too focused on the items in hand that he didn't even catch a glimpse of the person who was just about to make their way inside the shop.

Until he covered them in scalding hot coffee…

It was as if it was in slow motion - Peter saw the body connect with his own, he witnessed the steaming beverage pour onto the covered skin of said body, and he heard the yelp of pain cross their lips as the heat registered and both them and Peter fell to the concrete sidewalk.

"Oh my God," cried Peter, "Are you alright? I am so, so sorry! I totally wasn't looking a-and I just, I didn't even… I - I'm sorry." Peter rambles, not yet seeing the down-cast face of the girl he had just knocked down and, more than likely, literally burned. Grabbing the spare napkins inside one of the to-go bags, he immediately offers them to her and tries to help her clean up as best he can without making the situation impossibly worse than it already is.

"It's alright," she responds, her bright eyes now meeting his as he's able to see her in all. She looks friendly, yet troubled. Like someone you'd want to be friends with and never be on the wrong side of. Peter thinks she looks familiar, but can't quite place where he's seen her before. Perhaps she's a usual and he's passed by her in the shop before.

Feeling her gratefully take the napkins, he listens as she continues;

"I wasn't looking either, really. Not your fault, just an accident." She admits, glancing down at her coffee-covered clothes.

The familiar feeling of guilt creeps up peter's throat and begins to choke him. How can he make this better?

"Did you get burned? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Peter checks, receiving a gracious smile and laugh, followed by a shake of the young girl's head.

"No, no, thank you but I'm alright," she affirms, "I am grateful for the offer, though. Are you okay? Did you need to get another coffee?" She asks as she gets herself off the ground, brushing bits of dirt from her pants.

Peter can't help but let out a laugh at her sarcasm. He could tell it wasn't coming from a malicious place, but rather to lighten the mood; and for that Peter was grateful.

"No, that's alright," he confirms, doing exactly what she had just done by giving her a wide smile and shake of his head.

"Thank you, though. I uh, I'm sorry about your clothes," Peter mentions, now fully noticing that her once grey cardigan is not stained with splotches of brown.

"Oh, it's honestly not a problem."

"Well, if it's okay with you," Peter mumbles, reaching into his backpack and rummaging around until he finds what he needs;

"I'd like to make at least that up to you. I don't have any cash on me at the moment, but please, please give me a call as soon as you'd like, ad let me at least get that taken care of. It truly is the lease I can do." Peter is practically begging her to let him make this right, so, with just a bit of hesitation, the girl takes the notebook paper from him, and finds a phone number written across it.

Not knowing what to say or do, she gives a confirming nod. "Okay. Thank you."

"You're welcome," responds Peter, happy that she finally accepted a happy compromise.

"My name's Peter by the way," he informs, immediately holding out his hand, still sitting in the middle of the sidewalk with this girl he didn't even know, yet not giving a single care in the world. He was happy to meet someone so real for a change.

"Nice to meet you, Peter," responds the girl, extending her arm until her right hand connects with his, giving it a firm shake.

"I'm Alex."

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mandowh0re · 6 years ago

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Trust

CH 2

Requested: No

Fandom: Avengers MCU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Female Reader

Summary: Reader meets Bucky while on a mission with Steve and Natasha to bring him back to the States and makes an unexpected connection with him.

Word Count: 1690

Warnings: Some swearing, mention of death (bad guys)

Comments: I will be explaining past events as flashbacks for background as the story continues, this will be written in italics. Some details are purposely left out, but will come to light later in the story. If things don’t make sense, you have an idea for the story, or a request of your own, please don’t hesitate to message me!

BIG thank you to @this-swede-loves-superheroes for being my amazing beta!

Happy reading!

Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6/ Part 7/ Part 8/ Part 9

You were hovering in the common room in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows. Your eyes were closed and you were attempting to meditate, it helped you keep your powers in check. But your mind kept going in circles.

You were curled up in your bed, curled up and hugging a pillow to your chest. Your cheeks were stained with tears and your chest was still in pain from your panic attack you were still recovering from.

You heard your door open and close, but you didn’t bother to look at your guest, you knew who it was.

There was a sudden weight on the bed, and a large hand began carding through your hair.

“Wanna talk about it?” Came Steve’s voice from behind you.

You took a deep breath to try and steady your voice, “No, but I have a feeling you are going to make me talk anyways.”

He chuckled, “You’re not wrong.”

You took a few more steadying breaths. You weren’t quite sure where to start. You figured he knew what happened, or at least knew what you did. After all, he would have spoken to the authorities in Bucharest after you all left.

You turned so that you were facing him, but didn’t make eye contact, “It happened again.”

You saw him nod in your peripheral vision, his hands still carding through your hair, “What happened again?”

Damn it. You knew he knew what you meant. But you didn’t want to say it out loud, so you tried just brushing the topic. You should have known better. This was Steve, and he was going to make you talk about it.

“I lost control.” Your voice broke at the end.

You saw him nod again, “Do you know why?”

Sighing, you took another steadying breath, “I was trying to get James-”

“Bucky.”

“Is that really important right now?”

“He wants you to call him Bucky, just trying to break the habit.” Steve smiled down at you.

You took a deep breath, slightly annoyed, and continued, “I was trying to get Bucky out of the building while trying to hold back the HYDRA men, but then one of them started shouting Bucky’s trigger words and I panicked. I do not know why. But I did. But the panic was not for me. He was in pain, and he was scared, and I was angry that these men believed that they were entitled to do such things. So I snapped, and that feeling took over and I killed them.”

You were nearing another panic attack, your breaths coming in short pants and heart rate picking up when Steve spoke, “(Y/N), you need to calm down, take a breath,” he grabbed your hand and held it to his chest, “Breathe with me. You’re going to make yourself sick.”

“I am sorry.” You choked out, “I did not mean to lose control. I was doing so well. It has not happened in months. I just, I could not let them-”

“(Y/N), stop. Nobody is upset. If Natasha were there she would have killed them too. And believe me, I do understand that when it comes to war sacrifices need to be made. But not at the expense of losing control of your powers. More than just the enemy can get hurt. People can get caught in the crossfire. Civilians and teammates alike.”

Guilt pooled in your stomach and tears began falling again.

“Hey,” Steve whispered, “Beating yourself up over it isn’t going to change anything. Let’s just be glad nobody else got hurt, move on, and work on it from here. Okay?”

After a few minutes, your panic began to subside and you nodded, letting Steve know you understood.

“Good, now come out to the common room. Peter’s been asking for you all day. Something about an idea for Spidey’s Insta. Whatever the hell that means.”

Without warning you were pulled out of your memories and jerked back into reality by the sudden grip of a hand on arm. Breaking the concentration of levitating, your feet dropped to the floor, your knees caving under you, but the firm grip on your bicep held you up.

“Damn it!” You looked up to see a more than smug Tony Stark holding back a laugh, “Tony! Do not do that!” You gripped your chest with your right hand, forcing yourself to breathe.

He smirked down at you, “Sorry, I kept calling for you, but you wouldn’t answer. I debated throwing a pillow at you but I figured you would startle, which I was right about by the way, and I didn’t want you to bust your ass.”

“So I am to thank you?” You retorted, feeling your heat return to its normal, steady pace.

“Well yeah, duh.”

“Thank you for my heart attack, Tony.” You flashed a smile and brushed past him, walking towards the couch, “Was there something that you needed me for?”

“Yeah, I wanted to know what you wanted for dinner.” Tony said as he plopped on the couch next to you.

You cocked your head at him and looked at your watch, “It is only two o’clock?”

He just waved his hand in a dismissing manner, beginning to type away on his phone, “Yeah, but they’re all arguing already. Half of them want pizza and half of them want Chinese. They said they would go with whatever you chose.”

You thought for a moment, debating and weighing the options before deciding, “I could just make dinner, it will give me something to do and everyone likes when I cook anyways. That way nobody gets their feelings hurt.”

Tony looked up from his phone at you and furrowed his brows, “You’re too nice for your own good, you do realize that, right?”

You only shrugged, and got up to head to the kitchen, “I should get started, it takes a while to make enough to feed an entire team of superheroes.”

Tony followed behind you and jumped up on the counter, picking up an apple from the bowl, “Oh that reminds me. Steve is coming back with Bucky this evening.”

That caused your movements to stutter and the bowl you had in your hand slipped from your grasp. You fumbled with it for a few seconds before you had it securely in your hands again.

“Oh? I was not aware they would be getting back so early.” You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and set the bowl on the counter, keeping your eyes purposely away from Tony’s.

There was a slight pause, “Uh, yeah. Except it’s not early, today’s when they were scheduled to come back.” You could hear the amusement in Tony’s voice, and you absolutely refused to turn around to face him.

“Oh, I must have forgotten.” You could actually feel his eyes bore into the back of your head and you felt blood rush to your face.

“Uh huh,” Another pause, “Welp!” He clapped his hands effectively making you jump, “I’m gonna let the others know about dinner. You have fun now. Try not to drop anything else.”

You snapped your head towards him and caught him giving you a knowing smirk and a wink before walking off towards the elevator.

Letting out a large huff, you forced your mind off of Bucky coming back, and focused on your task at hand.

***

“Man, I don’t care what you say. Tangled is so much better than Frozen.” Sam argued.

“It’s not! Frozen is far superior to Tangled. They didn’t need a prince to save them, it wasn’t true love’s kiss that saved Anna, it was the love Elsa had for her sister. That’s some next level shit!” Clint ranted on.

“Nuh uh. Elsa put everyone in danger by secluding herself and bottling up her powers and then blowing up. Rapunzel embraced her powers and she also knew not to fall in love with someone the first day she met them-”

You laughed at the collective groan you heard from the living room. Checking the time, it was nearing 5:00. The lasagnas had another half hour to bake and you had to keep an eye on the clock so you could put the garlic bread in at the right time so everything would be done together.

“Hey.” You felt a poke in your side and looked up to find Wanda leaning against the counter next to you.

“Hello.”

She grabbed one of the dishes you had washed and began drying, “So,”

You looked up at her to see she had a smug look on her face. That was never good, “So?”

“Rumor has it you have a crush on the new guy.”

And again, the object you were holding slipped from your hands and fell into the sink, making a loud CRASH against the rest of the dishes. Everyone looked over at the two of you.

“Sorry, I dropped a bowl. My bad.” You felt your cheeks redden in embarrassment as everyone’s eyes lingered on you a little longer before they went back to their previous conversations.

You turned and hissed at Wanda, “Who told you? I have not even told anyone!” You directed your attention back to cleaning the spoon that you now had in your hands.

She shrugged, “Nobody told me, your mind is very loud when you’re nervous.” Wanda grinned, still looking at the dish she was drying off.

You groaned, leaning down and placing your head on your arms against the sink.

“You have a crush on Bucky??” You heard a whisper from behind you, and whipped around to see Peter hanging from a web with a large smile on his face.

Rolling your eyes, you flicked his forehead, “Um, ow!”

“Curse you two and your stupid enhanced abilities that limit my privacy.”

“Peter! What did I say about hanging from webs in the house?” Tony called from the living room.

“Sorry!” Peter dropped to the floor and walked to your other side, but before he could ask anything else, the elevator doors opened, and out stepped Steve and Bucky.

Oh dear God, didn’t they have enhanced hearing too??

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wayward-demons · 7 years ago

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Game For Anything Pt. 18

Word Count: 1,665 Warnings/Notes: Trigger warning I think... (panic attack of sorts.) Tags: @crawegirl @nea90sweetie @littlegirlsdontplaynice @queen-of-moons-peace-out-bitches @gaysmutstiel @xolyssaaa @uruburock13 @lisa-horn@jencharlan @fangirl1802 @spn-4-eva @hey-um-misha ((if you want to be added to the list just let me know))

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Dean and Sam sat across from you at a table in a little empty diner. Both staring at you intently. Both struggling to figure out what to say, and what to do about your current image. You looked like hell, but you also looked put together and healthy. As if that were possible. The layer of blood was washed off of you and all that remained were a few cuts and bruises after your quick little visit to the bathroom of this place.

Sam and Dean hadn’t learned much about what was happening to you. Neither knew how to ask on the awkward car ride; which only ended because Dean offered food and everyone silently agreed to stop.

All that had been muttered from your lips was a small little “mmhm.” You were too busy trying to hide your true feelings in the back seat of the overbearing impala.

‘Am I a vampire? Did Randy turn me? Why does everything seem so loud? So, bright? What’s going on?’ Playing over and over on repeat in your head. You couldn’t hear much over the roaring engine of Dean’s car. But everything else you could barely make out. The sound of the tires crunching the pavement under them, the birds chirping in far off tree’s that you couldn’t even see.

You were becoming overwhelmed. And when Dean had yelled that he was going to pull off to a little diner, you muttered your “mmhmm” barely audible to them, but like shouting to yourself.

So here you sat, able to hear the cooks talking in the kitchen as if you were standing next to them. Could barely see Sam and Dean from the blinding sun blaring down on you. “Guys, ask your questions.” You said, trying to break this awkwardness. Trying to act as normal as you could despite all the setbacks against you.

Dean looked at his brother, mouth open as he tried to make words form into sentences. “Uh-.” Dean cleared his throat. “What uh- happened? Like, what happened?” He asked, looking back and forth between you and his brother. As if needing reassurance that the question was okay.

You chuckled. “Let’s see. Randy-“

“That was Randy? You’re best friend/ ex-hunter Randy?” Sam asked, pushing himself closer in his seat. H quickly caught himself, and pressed his back into the chair, you could hear the metal leg scratching the tile under it.

“How do you-? Never mind. Yeah that Randy” You sighed. Not wanting to know how they had figured out who Randy was. Maybe it was better to keep them only knowing what they could find out online. Which wasn’t much. “He kidnapped me, and tortured me, and here I am.” You said mater-of-factly. As if everything that had just happened meant nothing.

Dean and Sam weren’t dense enough to buy that. Dean scoffed, “Yeah and I’m Santa Clause. Come on Y/N, I saw you. You were… well whatever happened couldn’t have been good. Couldn’t have left you sitting here all-“

“But if you don’t wanna talk about it we won’t force you. Right Dean?” Sam said, interrupting his brother from pressing too hard. It was obvious you didn’t want to talk about it. And if anyone could see that it should have been Dean, but he was using his feelings and not his brain. So Sam had to remind him.

Dean licked his lips and tapped his hand on the table as he leaned back in his seat. “Yeah. You’re right.” He felt stupid, suddenly regretting everything he had just said. He knew better than to press you about what happened.

Dean tried to watch you without you knowing. Tried to peak at you from the corner of his eyes. But there you sat, right in front of him and he was making it more awkward trying to avoid you than just watching you. You could hear his heart beating in his chest. Your teeth started to salivate as you remembered the taste of his blood in your mouth.

“Just know we are here for you when you are ready to talk about it.” Sam confessed. As if you didn’t know that the two of them cared about you already. But it was nice to hear.

You smiled, “Thanks guys.”

It took longer than needed to make it back to the bunker. To the point you were going mad and just wanted to be alone. It seemed as if Dean was driving slower, or like he was finding the long way home. Everything going on was driving you to the point of madness. Not to mention you were starving and the food from the diner was making you sick to your stomach.

Both brothers retreated to their own rooms after they had unloaded the car. They were equally as ready to wash of the stench of dead Vampire from their clothes and skin. Shedding clothing and throwing it along the floor till they both had made it safely to their own bathrooms.

Water beat down on them, steam filling their own rooms. Dean washed his body quickly, only wincing when he drug his hand over the fresh bite marks on his arm. He looked at them trying to remember how he had gotten them in the first place. Mind racing to picture the moment when a vamp had even gotten close enough to suck on him.

Dean quickly ended his shower, throwing clothes on his still wet body and feeling them stick to him. Dean ran the towel over his hair a few times, letting it spike up for a moment.

He showed the bite mark to Sam when they met back in the kitchen. “When did you become vamp food?” Sam asked letting Deans hand fall back at his side. He made his way to the fridge, searching for something to eat. His stomach roaring at him again already.

“That’s the thing. I don’t remember.” Dean watched his brother shut the door to the fridge and look back at him. “Maybe it was Randy?” He said, picking at the beginnings of a blood clot over the bites.

The brothers hadn’t said anything when you retreated almost instantly to your “bedroom” and didn’t bother you for quite a while. Not that you couldn’t hear them. You heard Dean mutter “What the-“ to himself when he found the mark. Heard Sam cough as he breathed in the steamy air.

Dean came knocking hours later with a plate of food in his arms. He opened the door slowly when you didn’t answer, creepily entering the room. He assumed you’d just be sleeping. He chuckled to himself as he remembered the first time you were here. Sleeping in Sam’s room for days.

He found you on the floor with your arms holding your knees close and rocking back and forth. Dean quickly set the food in his arm down on the bed side table, not bothering to care if he had spilt anything.

He joined you on the floor and placed his hands on your knees to stop you from rocking. “ARE YOU OKAY? Y/N WHATS GOING ON??” He asked, voice blaring into your ears. You pushed him away, harder than you had intended as you watched his body fly until it hit your bed. “y/n?” Dean barely muttered. His words coming out in his breath. You could hear his gasping, could hear that you had clearly knocked the wind out of him.

You ugly cried. Tears ran down your face as you realized exactly what was going on. “No, Dean get away. Stay away. Please. I don’t-“ Everything was happening so fast suddenly. Your vision getting worse, turning red. You wanted to eat. Your stomach screaming at you as you listened to Dean’s heart racing in his chest. As you heard the blood pumping throughout his body.

Dean scrambled to get a grip on the floor, resting on his elbow as he looked at you. “Y/N, what’s- what’s going on?” Dean asked, still laying against your bed, fear in his eyes, his jaw clenched and strong. You were strong, but by no means should you have pushed him like that. “SAAAM!” Dean yelled.

Before you knew it, Sam was in the doorway. Almost filling the whole thing so that no light peeked from behind him. “Y/N? Dean? What’s going on?” He asked.

It was too much. Dean and Sam in the same room alone with you was too much. “Get out! Please! Leave me be!” You yelled. You tried to push yourself farther away. You rose to your feet and took a few shakey steps to the bathroom.

You quickly shut the door, slammed it more like. “Y/N, you have to come out of there eventually.” Sam said.

Dean and Sam sat on your bed, waiting anxiously for you to come out. “What do you think is going on?” Sam whispered

“I don’t know. I came in here and it looked like she was having a panic attack. Then she pushed me away. And Sammy, she pushed hard. I mean, if this bed wasn’t here, across the room hard.”

“You don’t think?�� Sam’s mind was racing. You were kidnapped by vampires after all. It wasn’t unlikely that they had tried to turn you.

Dean shook his head. “I don’t want to think that. But I’m starting to think that.” Dean didn’t want to admit it, even he was starting to believe that you’d been turned. He rubbed the bite marks on his arm, hoping that they hadn’t been from you.

“Then we should make the spell, the drink.” Sam hit his brother on the arm, as if overcome with such a great thought. “Turn her back to a human.”

“Okay. You go do that, I’ll wait here.”

“Dean you should be the one to make it.” Sam sighed. “You’re not that great at consoling people when they start crying.”

Dean nodded as he stood. Clapping his hands on his thighs. “Fine, just. Be careful.”

“Always.”

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