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I See Red 18+

Chapter 4 - I Do Have a Heart You Know

Word Count: 9784

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Have you ever had a headache so bad it felt like little, tiny construction workers were using jackhammers inside your head? That you felt so nauseous because of it, it was like you were pregnant?

Have you ever felt as though your head was ten times bigger than it actually was? With a bell swinging back and forth inside, pounding off either side of your skull and shaking your entire brain with it?

Well Selina had.

Or rather, she was currently experiencing that exact one as the morning after their little slumber party in a sleazy motel she woke with the worstheadache imaginable. To the point where she hadn’t been able to open her eyes for a good ten minutes after she woke up and when she did it felt like she’d just looked directly into the sun. Through binoculars.

Selina had never quite experienced a headache such as this before. Never one to this extent. Where she could barely open her eyes and when she did it was like they weighed a ton. One where when she sat up, it was like she was floating, her body swaying back and forth as her soul drifted from within her. Or at least, that’s what it felt like.

If she was being honest, she felt miserable. She felt sick to her stomach, and she hadn’t even eaten anything. Nor could she as her breakfast pancakes went untouched until she gave them to Dean, who’d been eyeing them up from the moment she started picking at them with clear intentions of not eating them as she didn’t think she could stomach them.

But more importantly she was sick of the beating inside her ears. Like there were two tiny little hearts inside each drum, pumping away and driving her to the point of insanity. And all she wanted to do was go back to the bunker and crawl into bed, with all the lights turned off and an ice pack on her head.

But she couldn’t. At least, not yet anyway. She had to stick around to make sure her brothers and Crowley behaved otherwise they’d never get Kevin’s mother back and this all would have been for nothing. She knew it would pass, it always did and once the painkillers she’d taken took effect, she was sure she’d be feeling like her usual self again soon.

However, until then she’d remain miserable. More so than usual as she seemed to have forgotten that the fourth member of their little group, the demon member, took up the other half of the Impala’s backseat. Meaning Selina couldn’t lie down across it like she normally would have on days like this, rendering her uncomfortable from the moment she climbed into her brother's beloved car.

Annoyedly Selina shuffled in her seat, the leather squeaking beneath her as she tried her hardest to find a comfortable position. She’d already tried resting her head against the window, but that only made things ten times worse than they already were.

What from the brightness around them that burned her eyes, to the slight vibrations of the moving car that shook the glass beneath her and only added to the headache itself, accelerating the tiny jackhammers inside it and making her groan from discomfort.

Her boots lay discarded on the floor, a blanket wrapped around her fragile feeling body and she lifted her legs up onto the space between her and Crowley, who was partially adding to her misery simply by being there.

If only he’d told them where Mrs Tran was then she’d have been able to lie down properly instead of having to suffer like this.

And Crowley could tell she was. He could tell Selina was miserable and part of him was tempted to offer her his lap as a pillow, with something like her jacket on top of it, of course. But he bit his tongue, even despite how much it seemed to pain him to do, as he knew that wouldn’t go over well with her brothers.

Hell, Dean would probably stab him for even offering and then all of Selina’s uncomfortableness would have been for nothing. And Crowley didn’t exactly want that to happen. So, he said nothing.

Instead, he watched as Selina pulled the old, tartan blanket up and over one side of her head, sliding down the door and edging herself closer to him. To the point where her toes were ever so slightly brushing against his thigh, causing them to twitch involuntarily beneath him.

But thankfully she hadn’t seemed to feel that as the last thing he wanted was for her to realise she was touching him and pull away, as at least this way she was a little less miserable than she’d been a few minutes ago.

Or at least he thought she was, as no more than thirty seconds later Selina groaned deeply, turning herself on the seat so that her back faced her brothers and she was nose to nose with the leather behind her. She stretched out her tensing legs a little, immediately pulling them back when she felt her toes poke, rather deep, into Crowley’s thigh, causing his eyes to drift towards her once again.

What the hell? He thought to himself. What harm could it possibly cause to offer her his lap if it meant she felt a little less like death? What were her brothers going to do? Stab him for being polite?

“You can rest your legs on me if you wish, darling. I don’t bite.” Crowley said softly.

A little too softly for his own liking. And everyone else's for that matter. Well except Selina, who wouldn’t have cared even if she had picked up on it given that his voice sounded all muffled to her, sort of like she was underwater.

“Well, unless that’s something you’re into.” Crowley added quickly and playfully. With a wink too, as he hoped it would save him from his slip up in appearing like he was too caring as even though he did seem to care about Selina, he had a reputation to keep.

For now.

Sam was quick to turn around, glaring at the demon in a way that made him surprised he hadn’t turned to stone immediately. He was about to open his mouth, to tell Crowley not to even think about touching Selina before her legs extended, filling her with relief as they stretched out over his lap and allowed her to lie properly along the backseat.

“Thank you.” Selina whispered, flashing a sweet smile towards him. One only Crowley could see and that warmed his cold heart as she shuffled a little more to find the best position she was ever going to get.

All whilst ignoring Sam’s knitted together brow that he fired her way, confusion riddling every fibre of his being as the Selina he knew… The one he grew up with… The one who was his literal other half, would have rather suffered for days on end than ever accept any sort of help from a demon.

And yet here she was. Legs stretched over the King of Hell’s lap, the one she’d been rather open about hating in the past, and acting nothing at all like herself. In a way that baffled not only Sam himself, but Dean too. And Crowley for that matter as he’d half expected her to tell him to go to Hell than ever allow herself to lean on him and yet she did.

Selina Winchester. The most feared Winchester amongst the supernatural community, was currently resting on him like they’d been friends their whole life and honestly, Crowley couldn’t quite believe it. But he wouldn’t deny, it felt nice to be actively watching her opinion on him change and he was very much hoping it would last for however long was left of their journey.

“Hands to yourself, you hear?” Dean warned, glancing briefly back at Crowley with a stern look on his face before his attention fell back onto the road.

“This may come as a shock to even you, Dean…” Crowley began through partially gritted teeth, craning his neck to get a better look at the driver. “But even before you lot pumped me full of human blood, I’d never dream of touching a woman without her consent. I may be a demon but that doesn’t make me an animal.”

Dean said nothing in response as he simply shuffled in his seat a little. In a way that showed Sam, and would have shown Selina if she bothered to look over at him, that he wouldn’t even have known what to say to that as part of him believed it to be true. But he’d never openly admit that to Crowley, therefore he kept his mouth shut and his eyes firmly on the road as they cruised leisurely along the surface of it.

Satisfied, Crowley leaned back against the seat, glancing down to his side towards Selina, who was still looking up at him with appreciation written all over her sleepy face. His lips pressed together a little, into what could almost be described as a smile as his cuffed hands hovered in the air above her legs, where he’d have happily kept them suspended if it meant not making her uncomfortable.

“It’s okay.” Selina whispered, her lips twitching upwards as her eyes flicked down to his hands. “I don’t mind.”

Crowley nodded slightly in thanks, slowly lowering his joined hands to rest gently atop her calves, just below her knees. He kept his fingers laced together, nothing but the side of his palms touching her as even with her consent he didn’t want to make her more uncomfortable as he was well aware of her hatred for being touched. Which only added to his surprise that they were sitting like this at all.

Eventually, Selina fell back into a much needed, and rather deep sleep, rendering the car quiet for the next few hours as no one wanted to wake her. Not when she was like this. And not when she was just a few days past the biggest demon takedown, by a single person, in Winchester history.

Sam and Dean exchanged a few words here and there, and Kevin had called at one point looking for updates but other than that not a single peep, other than the rumble of the engine, drifted throughout the car, which at this point was nothing but white noise to Selina who didn’t move an inch the entire time she slept.

A few hours later Selina woke with a sudden start, finding a touch of relief that her migraine had shifted to a much more bearable headache, but now overcome with the dire need to throw up. She knew she never should have taken those pain meds on an empty stomach, but she might not have been able to cope if she hadn’t.

Shooting up in her seat, in a way that had Crowley lurch forward when his hands suddenly fell between his legs, Selina’s own hand landed on her stomach, which gurgled a little beneath her touch as she could feel the heat rising in her throat.

“Pull over.” She breathed out, swallowing thickly as she knew Dean would kick her ass if she threw up in his car.

“What?” Dean glanced back, eyebrows knitted together.

“Pull over.” Selina said again, practically demanding this time and with one well timed, and subtle, gag behind her tightly pressed together lips, Dean did what he was told. And quickly too.

The car swerved to the side of the road and Selina was already barrelling out of it, with no shoes on, before it even came to a stop. She ran for the tree line, what little she had in her stomach hitting the forest floor before she’d even had time to bend over properly.

The squeaking of the car door’s went unheard as Selina carried on, surprised at just how much she had in her. Hurried footsteps came up behind her, a large hand landing on her back as Sam’s shoes came into her view, his other hand lifting her messy braids and holding them back and out of the way.

Something she greatly appreciated as she’d only washed her hair the other night and didn’t have the energy, or the mental willpower, to do it again.

Stomach now completely empty, and surprisingly not on the floor, Selina straightened, wiping her mouth with the side of her hand as she felt her hair hit against her back again. She turned slowly, groaning faintly as the back of her throat burned something fierce.

“That was unpleasant.” Selina muttered, a quiet burp escaping into her mouth and making her shudder, her head shaking a little as she always hated throwing up.

“You okay?” Sam asked, falling in line beside her as the two of them worked their way back up the gentle slope they’d climbed down.

“Yeah, actually. I, uh, I think I needed that.”

“What about your head?”

“It feels better.” Selina exhaled, nodding her head as they reached the car again, where Dean had been leaning half out of and had now slunk back into. “Nothing two aspirin won’t fix.” She added, noticing the sceptical look painted all over her twin’s face. “Seriously, Sam. I’m okay.”

“I know, I just…” Sam began, sighing softly to himself as he ran his hand through his hair. “You’ve been through a lot these past few weeks. I mean, more than any of us ever have in such a short space of time and if you keep pushing yourself like this, you’re never going to get better.”

“I’m not pushing myself on purpose, Sam.” Selina said with furrowed brow. “I had to kill those demons otherwise they’d have taken Kevin. And killed Crowley. You know that.”

“I know you had to.” Sam nodded, holding up his hand to keep her silent as he could tell she was about to ramble on. “That’s not what I meant. I just… You need to take it easy before you reach that point again where it takes Cas multiple sessions to try and heal you.”

“I’m taking it easy.” Selina said reassuringly, even though she knew her definition of the phrase and Sam’s were a lot different. “At least, I will once we get Kevin’s mom back so quit your worrying. I’ll be back to normal soon.”

“What kind of big brother would I be if I didn’t worry?” Sam said humorously, making Selina tense her jaw as she ran her tongue over her teeth.

“You’re only ten minutes older than me, you know.”

“Ten minutes is ten minutes.” Sam shrugged, finding amusement in Selina’s faint glare as she always hated being classed as the youngest. “Still makes me older.”

“Yeah, whatever. Just get your giant ass back in the car, would you?” Selina shook her head, doing her best to stifle her chuckle as she climbed back in beside Crowley, who had heard every word said outside.

“You good?” Dean turned to her, catching her as she wrapped her blanket back around her shoulders and nodded her head in response. “Good… Just don’t throw up in my car.”

“No promises.” Selina smiled sarcastically, earning herself an unamused and ‘so help me God if you do’ look from Dean before he swivelled back around and pulled off onto the road again, the gravel crunching loudly beneath the gentle squeal of wheels.

The rest of the drive was relatively normal, meaning Selina sat up straight and didn’t rest against Crowley again, bringing him minor disappointment and her brother’s major relief. But she didn’t feel the need for a nap again, so she was more than happy to sit properly and focus on staring out the window at the world surrounding them.

They eventually reached their destination, a storage facility just outside of Massachusetts. The four of them swiftly entered, the bell above the door jingling faintly and attracting the attention of the rather puzzled looking guy behind the counter.

“Del.” Crowley greeted, although not in a way most people would as he didn’t seem overly happy to see him. “The keys if you will.”

“A demon… What a surprise.” Dean muttered, rolling his eyes a little.

“Of course, sir.” Del murmured nervously in response as he began to fumble for the keys, searching one pocket before frantically swapping to the other.

He managed to find them before Crowley ran out of patience, which had been wearing thin by the way he bit down on his inner lip a little. Del reached over the counter, handing them, shakily, to the King who turned on his heels and held them out towards Sam.

“Corridor Q. She’s the one in the middle.” Crowley told him, Sam’s jaw twitching as he snatched the keys from within his grasp, clearly pissed as was evident by the way he spat out his next words.

“There’s others here? Other people you kidnapped?”

“Just two.” Crowley replied, a tickle of regret building inside his chest as his eyes drifted in Selina’s direction, who didn’t seem as angry as her brothers were to that little drop of news. He was a demon after all, were they really all that surprised?

“We’re letting them go too.” Dean told him sternly, his fist clenched tightly around the handle of the demon killing knife, making Selina step forwards a little.

“By all means.” Crowley replied rather happily, which took them by surprise.

“Oh.” Dean mumbled, his brow dropping a little as he’d been expecting a fight. And truth be told, he kind of wanted one as he’d take any excuse to threaten Crowley with the knife. “That was easy.”

“I have no use for them anymore.” Crowley told him. “You’d be doing me a favour by releasing them, saves me the hassle of cleaning up.” He added with that signature grin of his, earning frowns from the two brothers before they headed off in the direction of the corridor.

“Something tells me it wouldn’t exactly be you doing the cleaning up, now would it?” Selina pointed out humorously, propping her elbows up on the counter as she leaned back against it.

“You know me too well, darling.” Crowley flirted, the, this time, genuine smile on his face sending a flutter throughout Selina’s stomach.

“Sir.” Del interrupted nervously, holding one finger up in attempts to catch his King’s attention. “Does this mean I can stand down now?”

“Do whatever you want.” Crowley muttered, earning a raised eyebrow from Selina. “I don’t care.”

Del hesitated a moment, clearly debating whether this was a test or not and if he was going to end up punished for leaving. But Crowley seemed genuine, for once, too busy fixating on Selina to pay any notice to Del and his furrowed brows. And so the demon left, the jingle of the bell not even doing anything to pull the King’s attention away from the youngest Winchester, who found his lack of care surprising.

“That was unexpected.” Selina said curiously, tilting her head a little. “I’d have expected a little more… I don’t know… Concern, perhaps?”

“He’s a low level demon. Hardly worth concerning myself with now is he?”

“And yet you trusted him to watch over your prisoners.” Selina pointed out, her tone a little more playful than the topic of conversation needed.

"Trust is a strong word.” Crowley replied, sparking Selina’s interest more. “I merely threatened him with having his spine ripped out for the rest of eternity should he fail me.”

“Sounds pleasant.”

“Oh it is.” Crowley said humorously, making Selina chuckle softly to herself.

“So what will you do now? Now that you’re free?”

“Am I?” Crowley questioned, lifting his cuffed hands a touch.

“You will be. Just as soon as I get the go ahead from Sam and Dean.” Selina assured him. “I don’t go back on my word, Crowley.”

“We’ll see.” Crowley murmured, but he trusted her. As much as it puzzled him, he had faith she’d hold up her end of the deal. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“You chose Kevin over yourself. Over getting, I’d assume you’d pick, Bobby back from the dead… Why?”

“My whole life I’ve lost people.” Selina began, her voice low and if Crowley hadn’t been a demon he’d have never have picked up on the underlying sadness beneath her words. “I’ve grown used to losing people and sure, giving that opportunity up hurt me more than you could possibly understand but… Kevin’s still a kid. And kids need their mother. He shouldn’t have to know what it feels like to go through life without one.”

“Well that’s rather… Selfless of you, I guess.” Crowley replied, even though he wasn’t surprised as Selina always was one to choose others over herself.

Hence the whole almost sacrificing herself in order to close the gates of hell forever.

“Don’t act so shocked.” Selina huffed out around a chuckle. “I do have a heart you know.”

“Yes, I see that now.” Crowley murmured and in one blink his gaze had dropped to where her heart lay, a small, minute part of him beginning to wonder if there would ever be room for him in there as that’s all he ever wanted.

To be loved like that.

And who better to be loved by than a Winchester? Who were known for doing anything, including dying, for those they loved.

Normally Crowley would have found disgust in even thinking that, especially about a Winchester, but right now? As his eyes drifted up to lock with Selina’s own, rather soft looking ones, he found himself a little curious as to what it might feel like to finally get the love he’d rambled about that day in the church.

When he’d been at his lowest. His most vulnerable. Almost human in terms of how he felt inside. And even now, as he was more than certain the blood was gone from within him, he still felt like that. Still felt human. Still felt connected to Selina which may be why he was finding himself wishing she could be the one to give him that love.

He knew it was unlikely, but still. It didn’t mean he wouldn’t try to see if maybe, underneath that rough and tumble exterior she put on, there was even a small part of her who felt the same way about him as he was beginning to feel about her.

And to start in doing that, he figured a thanks for saving his life might be in order. That way she could see he’d truly changed as he’d never once have thanked her for anything.

“I never thanked you...” Crowley said quietly, earning himself a dipped brow from Selina as she pushed off the counter. “For saving me back in that little dungeon of yours.”

“I didn’t think thanks were your kind of thing.” Selina replied with a touch of humour, arching her eyebrow as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“They weren’t. But like you said…” Crowley hesitated, his gaze shifting from her as ran his tongue over his teeth. “I’ve changed.”

Before Selina could respond, with words she hadn’t found yet, her brothers returned to the foyer with the former prisoners in tow. Minus Mrs Tran who had ended up flying air Castiel back to the bunker as they didn’t a, want Kevin to wait any longer and b, want her to have to see Crowley again so soon. Sam’s idea, obviously.

“We’re gonna get the others to a hospital, make sure they're okay.” Dean told his sister, firing a glare towards Crowley who simply looked around him at the much more interesting flyers on the wall.

“All right… I don’t wanna be squeezed into the back seat so I’ll wait around here for a bit.” Selina shrugged, glancing at the unmanned desk behind her that was full of keys. “Might even break into some storage units and nose around… Never know what I might find.”

“No need for that.” Crowley interrupted, stepping forward to join the conversation but keeping his distance as Dean was still armed. “I can take you back to that secret little hideout you call home.”

“Like I’m gonna let you take her anywhere.” Dean barked back, sidestepping, protectively, in front of his sister.

“Goodness mummy, loosen the grip, will you?” Crowley muttered, catching the way Selina rolled her lips a little. “Have you that little trust in me?”

“Yes.” Dean gritted, about to step forward as his fist tightened around the handle of his blade before he was pulled back by Selina, who also disarmed him one quick motion. “What the…”

“Relax, Dean.” Selina sighed, tossing his blade briefly in the air with a cocky smile creeping up on her face as she caught it. “I can take care of myself.”

“Yeah that’s what I’m worried about.” Dean grumbled, frowning as he held out his hand as that wasn’t the first time she’d disarmed him so swiftly like that.

Why Henry ever taught her that trick he’d never know.

“You go straight home.” He pointed towards her with the blade, not finding much trust in the ‘X’ she drew on her chest as she simply nodded his head.

Dean didn’t have much faith that Selina wouldn’t have Crowley zap her somewhere fun for a few hours. Like Disneyland for example as she always talked a lot about wanting to go there. But she was his sister and so he had no choice but to trust that she’d behave herself.

Satisfied, but barely, Dean eventually left the building, the bell above the door jingling with his swift exit and he even peeked back around the frame, pointing in warning towards his sister who simply saluted him. Although once he disappeared for good, a different finger rose on her hand and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

“Big brothers… Always so protective, aren’t they?” Crowley muttered, hearing a faint scoff escape up Selina’s throat as she turned back to him. He raised his hands, his eyebrow too before he added. “Now if you’d be a dear.”

Selina stepped forward, digging into her pocket for the key to his cuffs. She pulled it out, tapping it lightly against her palm as she shuffled closer to him, their bodies mere inches from one another as she undid the locks from around his wrists, in a way a lot slower than it should have been as she never once dropped her eyes from his.

Crowley did nothing but stare back at her, relishing in every single brush of her fingertips, even if they were nothing but ghosts dancing across his skin in a way that had him shudder beneath it. He was almost, scratch that, he was disappointed when her hands fell back to her sides, the cuffs with them.

“You’re free to go.” Selina whispered, her chest rising a little more than she would have expected with each, almost, airless breath she sucked in.

“Words I thought I’d never hear.” Crowley exhaled, his tongue running subtly over his bottom lip, his eyes dropping to hers as he couldn’t help but imagine what they might feel like.

But imagine was all he’d ever have as within the next second, Selina awkwardly cleared her throat, stepping as far back away from him as she could. That had been a little… weird to tell the truth, being so close to him yet feeling nothing but, God she didn’t even know what she was feeling.

Confusion? Intrigue? Lust? Whatever it was, she needed it to stop. Crowley was a demon. And if there was one thing she wasn’t going to do, it was allow herself to think of one in any way that might condemn her soul to Hell for all eternity. You know, if it wasn’t already given the whole true vessel of Lucifer thing.

That’s right, Sam may have said yes to the Devil, but that didn’t mean he was the one destined to help destroy the world.

“I believe you offered me a lift?” Selina said a little breathlessly, hoping it wasn’t as obvious as she thought it was as she’d never live it down if Crowley noticed it.

But luckily for her he hadn’t, not when his mind had been occupied elsewhere.

“Right.” Crowley swallowed, nodding his head as he dropped it to the side a touch. “And where might this home of yours be?”

“Lebanon, Kansas. In a bunker just outside of town.” Selina replied, Crowley’s head lifting as his eyes squinted towards her in question.

“It wouldn’t happen to be the old Men of Letters bunker, now would it?”

“It might be.”

“My my, you lot are just full of surprises aren’t you?” Crowley said playfully, shaking his head as trust the Winchesters to get their hands on the keys to that fortress.

“Oh…” Selina chuckled, stepping forward once again as her tone bordered on flirtatious. “…You have no idea.”

“Care to enlighten me?”

“No.” Selina emphasised, shaking her head, which only made Crowley frown a little as here he thought they were bonding. “Perhaps if you behave, I might give you a sneak peek one day… But for now, take me home please?”

“Certainly.” Crowley held out his arm, motioning for Selina to take it and to his amazement she did it without question. Or a witty retort slash well thought out insult.

Disappearing on the spot, the two of them quickly found themselves right outside the old Men of Letters bunker, where Selina couldn’t help but wobble on her feet at the sudden teleportation. She held onto Crowley’s arm, tighter than she had done previously as her eyes fell into focus again, helped along by the fast and hard blinks she forced out as she regained her balance.

Even to this day she never let Castiel zap her anywhere as she hated the way it felt. But she didn’t think she’d have lasted another twenty-five hour drive home as all she wanted to do was curl up in her own bed and sleep.

Preferably for a week. Or perhaps even two.

“Well thanks for the lift, I guess.” Selina exhaled, slipping her arm out from under Crowley’s and backing away from him just a foot as she didn’t think it was wise to be so close to him after their… Moment?

Or at least, her moment as she wasn’t overly sure what was going through his mind today. Or ever really.

“If I were you I’d keep my distance for a while, otherwise Dean might not hesitate long enough for me to disarm him before he stabs you.”

“My own knight in shining armour, who would have thought?” Crowley teased, causing Selina to tense her jaw a little at what was hopefully notanother nickname about to stick as him calling her kitten was bad enough.

Although he hadn’t called her that since before the church, so who knows? Maybe it was done for.

“Call me that again and I’ll stab you.” Selina muttered, but not without a faint smile creeping up onto her face, one which allowed Crowley the knowledge that she was kidding. Sort of.

Stepping back, Selina fiddled with the sleeves of her jacket, unsure what to do next other than to just go inside, which is what she should be doing but at the same time it’s like she almost didn’t want to. She glanced up at him from the ground, smiling softly in thanks before whispering.

“I’ll see you around, Crowley.”

Crowley did nothing but watch as she walked away, one singular spark in his chest longing to pull her back and ask if she needed to go anywhere else as he’d happily take her there if it meant getting to spend more time with her.

And alone too as he was rather sick of her brothers getting in the way.

His eyes never left her, not even when she glanced over her shoulder towards him, firing him yet another smile before she disappeared down the steps to the bunker. Crowley lingered for a moment, just long enough to hear the thick, steel door slam shut and once it did he was gone in the blink of an eye.

Forced to return back to the asylum he called home, where his throne awaited him and thankfully Hell hadn’t gone down the toilet too much in his absence. But he had been greeted with a boatload of paperwork to do the second he arrived back and announced that he was in fact, not dead.

If he knew being King would be this boring, he’d have never taken up the mantle. But he had. And it was for everybody’s best interest that it stayed that way otherwise they’d end up with an Abaddon loyalist running things and that wouldn’t exactly end well.

The first thing they’d do would be to storm the bunker again in search of the Knight’s body in order to piece her back together. And if there was one thing Crowley did know, it was that Selina did not need another night where she slaughtered enough demons to put her right at the top of their most feared list.

Although he was fairly certain she was already there. Right up at number one. And he wouldn’t deny… He was rather proud of her for it.

It had taken Crowley upwards of two weeks. Two whole weeks to catch up on what he’d missed whilst “on sabbatical” aka being locked up inside the Winchesters dungeon. Something he didn’t overly mind now given what had come from it, which was Selina’s drastic change in opinion on him.

At least, he was hoping her opinion had changed as he hadn’t exactly heard from her since the day he dropped her off outside the bunker. He hadn’t been able to get her off his mind after that. Her smile. Her voice. Even her laugh, but more importantly it was the way she looked at him that he couldn’t quite shake from his thoughts.

Throughout the years she’d only ever looked at him like what he was, a demon. But ever since that fateful night, the night on which she saved him, her eyes had never once been anything but kind to him and he wouldn’t lie, he longed to see them again. Preferably soon.

Crowley had thought, or rather feared, that once the human blood fully wore off, as it had done now, that he’d go back to his olds ways. His malicious, ‘I don’t care about anyone but me’ ways.

But he hadn’t.

Sure, he was a little less human now but there was still that small sliver inside him that remained. Large enough to allow him the pleasure, that’s right pleasure, of feeling things towards Selina. Things he’d never, ever have thought of before. Like love for example.

It’s not that he was suddenly in love with her but he still wished to be loved in one way or another. If he had a preference of who he could be loved by, it would, without a doubt, be Selina and who knows, maybe one day he’d be able to return that love if she let him. You know, if she ever did manage to find it in her heart to love him in the first place.

But it got him thinking… She’d given up her own happiness for Kevin. Cashed in the chit Crowley offered her for saving her life and yet she got nothing for herself in return. Not truly anyway.

Crowley couldn’t help but think she deserved something. Hell, she did deserve something. And as much as he wanted to bring Bobby back for her, he figured it might be best if he left that alone as it would only spell trouble for him down the line.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to offer her at least a little something special that showed his appreciation for her saving his life.

Pulling out his phone, Crowley was hesitant to start typing. Would Selina even want to see him now that she was more than likely fully recovered? Would she even remember any of the things she’d done whilst under the influence of the trials? Guess he’d find out as before his mind could decide on whether or not to text her, his fingers already had.

Crowley: Meet me at the bar near the bunker at 6… And wear something nice. No flannel.

And to his complete and utter surprise, Selina replied. Wittily of course, but he wouldn’t have expected anything less.

Selina: What’s wrong with flannel?

Crowley: What’s right with it?

Selina: It’s cute

Crowley: Love, I’m afraid you and I have very different definitions of the word cute.

Selina: Funny, I didn’t think demons found things cute

Crowley: I’ll have you know, we’re perfectly capable of finding some things cute.

Like you. Crowley typed and then deleted as perhaps that was going too far too soon. Even though he’d called her plenty of other things before all this. But that was different. This time, he meant it.

Selina: Shocking

Crowley: Just meet me at the bar. And don’t keep me waiting. I’m not known for my patience.

Selina: 😈

Selina couldn’t help but smile down at her phone, hiding it beneath the table in the library as the last thing she needed was for Sam, Dean or Castiel to see who she was texting. And who had come as a shock to even have texting her as she never expected to hear from him again so soon.

But she wouldn’t deny, each message sent a strange flutter through her stomach and at one time, a message telling her to meet a demon at a bar would have instantly gone ignored. Especially one from Crowley as it would have had alarm bells go off inside her head at what he could possibly want from her.

However ever since that day in the dungeon, things did seem different. Even if she hadn’t seen him since, she didn’t feel as she once did around Crowley and when six o’clock rolled by, she surprised herself when she set off for the bar, under the disguise of her going for a walk as she did most nights, therefore it didn’t raise any red flags with her brothers.

It was a relatively warm night, nothing but a gentle breeze drifting through the air as Selina walked quicker than normal down the sidewalk, eager to see just what Crowley wanted from her, which came as a shock to her given their history.

But all that was in the past now. They’d been through too much together lately. Bonded in a rather strange way in that church for it not to be. So as far as Selina was concerned, this was a clean slate.

Upon entering the rather quiet and ambient bar it didn’t take Selina long to spot Crowley, sitting with his back to her and with a scotch undoubtedly nestled between his hands. She stopped just briefly behind him, subtly fixing her hair and making sure her flannel free outfit was sitting properly before she kept moving.

“Is this seat taken?” Selina said a little flirtatiously as she leaned her elbow on the bar next to him, a cheeky grin on her face as she raised her eyebrow.

Crowley turned, the small smile that had risen on his lips at the sound of her voice slowly falling, as did his eyes as he simply looked her up and down. His fingers wrapped around his glass, downing the entire contents in one go before sighing to himself.

“What part of nice do you not quite understand?” He asked, glancing back down at her ripped jeans, washed out Led Zeppelin tee and fraying leather jacket.

“I’m a hunter Crowley, I don’t have nice clothes.” Selina grumbled, rolling her eyes a little. “Besides, I did what you asked, didn’t I? See…” She held open her jacket briefly. “No flannel.”

“Well, thank God for that.” Crowley mumbled, spinning a little better on his stool to face her.

“So, why did you invite me here?” Selina asked curiously, gesturing around her to the rather dingy bar surrounding them. “This place doesn’t exactly seem like it’s your vibe.”

“Oh believe me, it isn’t.” Crowley replied, sliding off his stool and hitting the ground with a soft thud. “It’s simply a meeting point as I didn’t think you’d want me popping up inside that little bunker of yours.”

“You couldn’t even if you wanted to. It’s warded against demons.” Selina said playfully, wiggling her eyebrows a little as Crowley seethed to himself, which was evident by his slightly squinted eyes. “And that means you only get in if I let you in.”

“Would you?” Crowley questioned, watching as Selina bit at the skin of her lips a little, shrugging her shoulders.

“Maybe one day… Like I said, if you behave I might just let you have a sneak peek at those secrets I’m so full of.”

“Well colour me intrigued, darling.” Crowley exhaled, running his tongue over his bottom lip as he couldn’t stop himself from gazing her up and down.

And even if her outfit didn’t exactly match the vibe of what he had planned for the evening, he wouldn’t deny, she looked pretty damn good wearing it.

“So, if this is a meeting point.” Selina began, glancing around her and snapping Crowley from his rather dirty thoughts about her outfit looking better on the floor. “Where exactly do you plan to take me?”

“All in good time.” Crowley replied rather cryptically, sparking Selina’s interest more. “But first we really must do something about your outfit.”

“What’s wrong with my outfit?” Selina asked, unsure whether she should be offended or not as she followed him out of the bar. He didn’t answer her, instead he simply led her into the dark, secluded alleyway next to them, causing her stomach to start twisting a little from nerves.

The further in they got, the more uneasy Selina began to feel. From the eerie silence around her to the lack of commentary from Crowley, who didn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon, it raised her guard greatly.

“I don’t like this, Crowley.” Selina said quietly, crossing her arms over her chest as she came to a sudden stop, that hint of uncomfortableness slipping through her lips having Crowley halt himself too. “A demon leads me into a secluded alleyway? It’s the beginning of every horror movie and I will warn you, I’m armed.”

“That doesn’t surprise me.” Crowley chuckled, taking a step closer to her and throwing his hands in on surrender when she backed away from him. “Relax, darling. I didn’t lure you here to kill you. I simply didn’t want anyone to see when I did this.”

With a click of his fingers, Selina’s once casual outfit was replaced by something she’d never worn before in her life, not even once. A dress. Not just any dress but a silk dress. One with diamond encrusted spaghetti straps and a rather plunging neckline, offering for ample view of the dark tattoo that resided between her breasts.

The material clung to her body, in a way that she didn’t know whether she liked or not as she much preferred baggy clothes and often wore her brothers as they were much more comfortable. But Crowley clearly liked what he saw, obviously as the dress was his pick after all. He couldn’t seem to pull his eyes away from her and truthfully, that made Selina’s stomach flutter a little and perhaps the dress wasn’t as bad as it seemed.

“Crowley? What’s going on?” Selina asked, her brow slightly furrowed as she finally lifted Crowley’s attention from her body. “Why am I wearing this?”

“Have you ever been to Paris?” Crowley asked, only making Selina’s brow dip even further as she scoffed.

“Paris? Please, I’ve been number two on the FBI’s most wanted list, oh let me see, twice now. I’m pretty sure I’m on the no fly list as well.”

“Lucky for you we aren’t flying.”

“Wait wh…” Selina’s voice faded out as Crowley’s hand landed on her, the world around her seemingly spinning as they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The once secluded, and rather smelly, alleyway warped around them, changing instantaneously to a rather large balcony. One that overlooked none other than the Eiffel Tower itself, the white lights that illuminated it twinkling brightly in the reflection of the river before it, the water of which rippled gently in the soft breeze that swept through the air.

Selina had never seen such a sight before in her life, which was evident by the way her eyes widened as she stepped forward, her palms placed flat against the top of the stone wall surrounding them. She couldn’t seem to look away, too enthralled by the beauty that was facing her that she didn’t even notice Crowley step up beside her. Didn’t even feel his fingers as they brushed a loose curl of her hair back over her shoulder to join the rest.

“You like it?” Crowley asked, his eyes finding Selina’s and his heart beginning to pound rather hard in his chest when he saw nothing but the reflection of the Tower in them, lighting them in a way he’d never seen before.

“I do.” Selina whispered, nodding her head as she turned it just a touch to glance at him, the smile on her face making the entire thing worth it. She returned her gaze out onto the city, her lips never once dropping as she didn’t have a reason for it to do so. “It’s beautiful.”

“That it is.” Crowley said softly, only he wasn’t looking at the view. His hand landed on hers, causing Selina’s eyes to drop to them, slowly rising to meet his. “Come, there’ll be plenty of time to see the city later but for now, perhaps you’re hungry?”

“That’s an understatement.” Selina chuckled, allowing Crowley to lead her, by hand, towards a small table that sat flush against the balcony wall, overlooking the street below them.

It was only then she realised they were in a restaurant, or rather, outside a restaurant. She glanced over at the balcony doors, the interior full of other diners and yet not a single soul sat outside, making her stomach flutter momentarily as it was like Crowley had personally requested that they have the entire outside seating area to themselves.

“Selina?” Crowley’s questioning voice pulled her attention back towards him, his brow a little furrowed and she was quick to notice she’d stopped walking and simply zoned out.

“Sorry.” Selina cleared her throat, hoping she wasn’t flushing as much as she felt like she was. “I’m just… Not used to this, that’s all.”

“If it’s too much, I can take you home…”

“No.” Selina said immediately, shaking her head and sparking heat in Crowley’s chest over her swiftness to answer. “No, it’s okay. Really. I… I want to do this. I want to be here.” She added, confusing herself a little as she didn’t know what ‘this’ was.

Was this a date? Was she on a date with a demon? With Crowley? Surely not… Right?

But whatever it was, Selina wanted to be here. Not just because here happened to be a fancy restaurant in the middle of Paris but because here happened to include Crowley, the one person she hadn’t seemed to be able to get off her mind for the last two weeks.

“Shall we?” Crowley gestured to the table, Selina nodding gently as she carried on across the balcony, raising her eyebrow when he pulled her chair out for her.

“Who knew you were such a gentleman?” Selina teased, hearing Crowley’s faint chuckle as she took a seat.

“Much like yourself, I’m full of secrets darling.” He rounded the table, unbuttoning jacket with one hand as he swiftly took his own seat.

With a snap of his fingers, the glasses on the table filled with wine and two covered plates appeared suddenly in front of them which Selina wouldn’t lie and say didn’t make her jump a little. Because they did, and Crowley found it a touch amusing.

“There better not be snails under there.” Selina said around a chuckle, pointing down at the silver dome sitting atop her plate. Although she wasn’t joking.

“Guess you won’t know until you lift it.” Crowley said plainly, watching as Selina carefully, and rather slowly, lifted the lid, relief washing over her face when she saw what was underneath. Her favourite, lasagna. “A little birdie told me that you favour a more Italian cuisine.”

“And yet you brought me to Paris?”

“Well, you can’t exactly find a view like that…” Crowley gestured to the world around them, Selina’s gaze drifting towards it again and the way she smiled? He’d never get sick of seeing that. “…in Italy, now can you?”

“I guess not.” She breathed out, turning herself back round to face him again. She reached out the second her eyes met his, lifting her wine glass and taking a rather large sip as the way she felt inside right now.

That furious beat, beat, beat of her heart only confused her greatly and if she didn’t find something to calm her nerves, it was going to burst right out of her chest and land on her lasagna.

“Who’s this little birdie?” Selina asked, once her heartbeat had slowed to a relatively normal and less ‘I should see a doctor’ way. “The one who told you I like Italian food.”

“I believe he goes by the name of Chuck Shurley.”

“Chuck?” Selina’s eyebrow knitted together, her glass landing back on the table. “You know Chuck?”

“Not personally, no.” Crowley replied, taking his own sip of wine. “But I’ve read his work.”

“The Supernatural books.” Selina mumbled, biting at her lip in a way that showed Crowley she had an obvious hatred for them. “You’ve read them?”

“I have.” Crowley nodded, noticing the way she shuffled almost nervously in her seat. “And let me just say, you’re a lot different on the page than you are in person.”

“Oh yeah? And how’s that?”

“Well for starters, the you I read about in the books wouldn’t have so much as cared about my well-being let alone saved my life back in the dungeon of yours.” Crowley began, sipping on his wine as he caught the way Selina’s eyes shifted around the place. “And you definitely wouldn’t be sitting here with me now.”

“You’re forgetting.” Selina began, her tone quieter than before. “Those books ended with Sam going to Hell and experiencing that… Watching your twin brother be possessed by Lucifer and jump into Hell… Not to mention what happened after with the Leviathans and the year I spent in Purgatory, can you really fault me if I’m different?”

“Oh, I’m not faulting you, darling. Not at all.” Crowley shook his head, setting his glass down softly on the tablecloth covered table. “In fact, I like this new you. No offence but you’re a lot less… Stiff, than you once were.”

“Yeah, well, you’re not the only one who's changed.” Selina murmured, downing the remainder of her wine in one large mouthful, the glass refilling the second she set it down again. “Past you would have never invited me to dinner. Or allowed me to rest my legs over your lap.”

“Ah, so you remember that?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Selina questioned, her eyes narrowing.

“No reason.” Crowley brushed off and was that a flutter he was feeling in his chest? Yes, he thinks it was. “Just wasn’t sure if you’d remember anything after your little slaughter as you were pretty out of it for the most part.”

“Sorry to disappoint you, but I remember everything.”

“I’m not disappointed, Selina.” Crowley replied, shaking his head softly. “In fact, I'm quite the opposite. Like I said, I like this new you and I have to say, I look forward to getting to know her better… Starting with that nickname of yours.”

“You mean ‘Cat’?” Selina’s head tilted, her mind doing its best to ignore the tingly feeling she felt inside over Crowley’s clear excitement to get to know her better. “What about it?”

“Where did that come from? The books don’t exactly go into a lot of details about stuff like that.”

“Are you familiar with the Batman franchise? More specifically, Catwoman?” Selina asked, Crowley humming softly in response. “Well when I was younger I wasn’t what you’d necessarily call a kleptomaniac as I only ever stole things we truly needed like food and whatnot but sometimes I got sticky fingers…

“Anyway, Dean liked to joke, called me Catwoman and mentioned how it was like I was named after her. My likeness, and skill, for stealing and blah, blah, blah. But pretty much over the years the name shortened, became ‘Cat’ and I guess it just stuck.” Selina finished, shrugging her shoulders a little as she took a forkful of her food as she was growing hungry. “Oh, and there’s also the part where I like cats.”

“Cat person.” Crowley chuckled, having learned more about Selina from her very own lips in that entire minute than he’d ever done before. “Now why doesn’t that surprise me.”

“Let me guess, you’re a dog person?”

“I do have hounds, darling… You should know. You killed one of them.”

“Right.” Selina sucked at her teeth, her eyes dropping to her plate. “Sorry about that.”

“Relax, Selina.” Crowley said, causing her to look up and part of her seemed surprised that even after asking her about her nickname, he still didn’t use it. “I don’t hold it against you and frankly, that hound was old. Past his prime if you will.”

“Didn’t seem like it when he was trying to tear me apart.” Selina scoffed lightly, her eyes widening briefly as she thought back to that day. And she couldn’t help but shiver over the thought of that very hounds blood covering her entire body. “But still, I am sorry.”

“Well, I appreciate that.” Crowley exhaled, nodding briefly in thanks. “Now, what do you say we eat and you tell me a little bit more about these kleptomaniac urges you seemed to suffer from when you were a child?”

“I was not a klepto.” Selina defended, unable to help but laugh a little, her foot reaching out to nudge the amused Crowley’s leg.

And for the rest of the night the atmosphere never darkened.

It was almost like they were on a date. A strange, ‘this guy is a demon who almost killed me once’ and ‘this woman almost turned me human’ sort of date. But neither of them would admit that aloud as to them, it felt one sided. As though the other couldn't possibly think it was a date given who they were.

But regardless it was a rather perfect night. A night Selina almost didn’t want to end and when they left the restaurant, stepping out onto the quiet, brightly lit streets of Paris she almost didn’t want to say anything should Crowley be reminded that she was still there even though their dinner was over.

“So…” Selina began hesitantly, her eyes fixated on the ground beneath her as she fiddled anxiously with her fingers. “What now?”

Spotting the movement of Crowley’s arm, Selina looked up, seeing how he simply held it out as he’d once done the day he took her home. Part of her grew disappointed, that the night was clearly over and it took her a second to link her arm with his, expecting to be teleported back to the alleyway which they’d left.

But instead, Crowley began to walk, guiding her slowly across the road where they soon began to stroll alongside the river that still sparkled with the light of the Eiffel Tower, which looked much bigger now that they were on ground level.

Not quite believing she was walking arm in arm down the streets of Paris with the King of Hell, Selina didn’t know where she wanted to look. In front of her? At the Tower itself? Or at Crowley? Whose own eyes were glued firmly to the path laid out before them as they both did nothing but walk, Selina settling on staring in front of her as it seemed like the best idea.

Neither of them said a word the entire time as honestly, they didn’t need to. The moment didn’t call for conversation and frankly, by the end of it, they both weren’t quite ready to say goodbye. But as the saying goes, all good things come to an end, as they soon found themselves back in the alleyway they left from, Selina’s original clothes replacing the dress she’d grown rather fond of in the duration of the night.

“That was…” Selina began, a touch breathlessly she didn’t even know where to start. “Incredible, Crowley… Thank you. I… I had a really nice time tonight.”

“I’m glad.” Crowley smiled, a small one, as he didn’t want to show too much reaction to her words, but a warm one.

One that had Selina hoping, or praying rather, that he was about to ask her out again as she wouldn’t deny, she’d never once been treated like that in her entire life. Only, he didn’t. He simply stood there, as though waiting for her to make the next move and she’d be damned if she’d be the one to suggest they meet up again as if he didn’t want to, she didn’t need that embarrassment with her for the rest of her life.

“Well, I should probably get going.” Selina pointed briefly behind her with her thumb as she took a step back. “Before my brothers send out a search party.” She added with a chuckle, as she continued to move. “Goodnight, Crowley.”

“Goodnight, Selina.” Crowley replied, his voice low as he did nothing but watch her walk away from him, shooting him another smile over her shoulder as she reached the end of the alleyway before disappearing.

Crowley just stood there, doing nothing but staring at the empty space she once occupied. Her blood may be fully out of his system but that didn't mean a smidge of humanity didn’t remain in him. And had he not figured that out before he definitely would have tonight as that dinner, or date, or whatever it was?

Well that was all he needed to know that he was falling for the one and only Selina Winchester.

Chapter 5 ->

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nire-the-mithridatist · 1 year ago

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Hello, Nire! I saw your reblog earlier and it made me reread. Thanks! Gosh, I miss them.

Picking a passage from this piece was /hard/. In the end, it's either The Mirror/Glass or The Wall, but I went with Mirror.

“I’m okay—it’s just… I’m really dead,” she said wonderingly. “You know, they say people never really get to see what they look like, because mirrors are reverse images and cameras distort and—what I’m saying is, have I always looked like that?”

“No,” he replied, low enough that if anyone walked in, they would assume that he was talking to the dead body. “You were alive.”

“I don’t feel dead, is the thing,” she said. “I can feel everything you’re feeling. When you walk, it feels like I’m walking. When you see things, I see them too. I mean, sure, it’s a little different—you should really get your eyes checked, by the way, I think you’re slightly myopic—and I can also sort of read your mind, but none of this feels like how I thought being dead would feel like.”

And then—

“Is this normal? I mean, you… you did this, right? I feel like this isn’t normal. Also, can you look away from my cadaver for a little bit? It’s disturbing.”

He obliged, turning his gaze ceiling-ward. His eyes watered in the face of the dry brightness of the neon lights, his throat a knot of fishbones. There were no words to quite explain what he was and what he had done; instead, he let himself think it, hurling his mind to the past—distant and otherwise—and allowed her to watch the memories unfurl, from the first time he’d eaten a soul to the moment he panicked and entombed her within him.

Eventually, she said, “I see,” and he wasn’t ready for the sheer relief brought by her matter-of-fact response. She added, after a while, “I don’t suppose you can… reverse it? Pour me back into my own body?”

A futile question, futilely asked. He didn’t bother with lies and platitudes. The knowledge was real in him: she was a shard of glass lodged in his flesh; pulling her out wasn’t going to make the mirror whole again, and he might even bleed to death from the wound. Now, there was only living with it, with her—only the pain of her fragmented life as he carried her around with him.

- i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)

((THE soulmate & cohabitation fic EVER. But watch out.)) I adore this so very much and I adore you. 🧡

HELLOOOO

OKOKOK sorry this took a while but this fic is actually one of my biggest pride and joys, and definitely my favorite of all the fics I've written for Vincenzo (and I wrote... some. lmao). Anyway, the Wall is the scene that I had wanted to write from the beginning, it was probably the reason this fic existed at all. I can talk about that (and the media that inspired it in the first place) FOREVER.

But that's not the scene you asked about, hehehe, so I'll restrain myself.

The Mirror scene as you dubbed it is part of the story set-up; as far as fantasy stories go, this one is definitely very soft fantasy, but I needed to set some rules anyway. Like, the obvious question is, can he spit her soul back out into her body? Definitely not or we wouldn't have a story (or well. it would be a very different story) but Cha Young would ask that question, and the reader would probably ask that question. So the main thing the scene asserts is that she's not coming back to life like nothing ever happened. This is permanent. The story is about them permanently stuck together in his body. I was actually kind of worried people would be mad at me for not giving them a "happy ending", but to me the happy ending lies in them learning the joy of this new shape of life they now have, rather than him carrying the guilt of her death the whole time, and I was hoping to hint at that ending through this scene.

The thing about how people never can actually see themselves is a fun fact that every so often haunts me. We don't 100% know what we look like! We know how we look like in the mirror and how we look like photographed, but neither of those are the same as how we can see other people directly, as they really are. And even here, now, Cha Young isn't really seeing herself and she never will. She's seeing her own dead body -- and dead bodies look very much unlike living ones -- through a slightly myopic pair of eyes that's not her own.

(Yet.) (Part of the story is also about how the body turns from something she borrows from him into something she actually shares ownership with him, and that's why around the wall scene their body and body parts are referred to as "their" and not "his".)

Anyway I'll stop rambling before I bore you but thank you SO much for asking about this fic and giving me an excuse to revisit it <3 <3 <3

send me a short extract from my writing and i'll give you a "dvd commentary" about it!

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biggest-gaudiest-patronuses · 3 years ago

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So I (finally!) bought a pair of really good noise cancelling headphones, and it has changed my life! It's the fanciest thing I've bought in years, so to recoup some of the cost, I’ve researched & written a little essay based on my experiences with extreme noise sensitivity.

Hypersensitivity to sound is something I’ve dealt with all of my life, but I only recently found out it's medically known a Hyperacusis. (Please note this is a separate condition from Misophonia.) If you consistently struggle to cope with noise, the info below could be helpful! I’m including a link to my ko-fi, and I will be answering questions in the notes.

(skip to the bottom to read fun facts about my tax return and/or street organs vendettas!)

DISCLAIMER: I am not a professional, this is based solely on my experiences as a patient, and on what I have read and been told by professionals. Please notify me if you have corrections or concerns about accuracy!

BACKGROUND: Sensitivity to sound is a common type of sensory issue. While anyone can experience such issues (most people, for example, might be bothered by loud music in a crowded restaurant), some people are more sensitive than others, to the point it becomes a quality-of-life aka a medical issue.

If you consistently struggle with environmental stimuli that other people aren’t bothered by (background noises, bright lights, certain textures and tastes, etc), to the point it causes daily discomfort or limits the environments you can be in, I recommend reading about Sensory Processing Disorder.

SPD and sound sensitivity are both super common in autistic folks (like me!), but allistic (non-autistic) people can experience them too. Weep, ye prisoners of mortal coil, for none are safe, nothing sacred, not in this thy most accursed tomb of human flesh!

Anyway.

SOUND SENSITIVITY or HYPERACUSIS: Noise issues are particularly difficult to navigate in a world that is increasingly...noisy. The relatively new phenomenon of constant overhead music in restaurants, grocery stores, shopping malls etc—all of this means that public spaces are increasingly inaccessible to people with auditory issues.*

As a kid, nothing quite triggered sensory overload/meltdowns for me like the constant exposure to noise I couldn’t control—the background chatter of other kids in the lunchroom, the constant noise in public spaces, being trapped in the car with the radio on.... I had so many fights with my siblings about the car radio, and who got to choose the music.**

But it’s not just loud sounds that are the problem. As an adult who lives alone and works from home***, I’m lucky enough to be able to avoid loud environments most of the time. This does wonders for my general levels of anxiety and discomfort. But even in a mostly controlled environment, I still experience problems. Because part of sound sensitivity is that even normal or quiet sounds can feel loud and intrusive. Here are some “normal” sounds that can cause me discomfort (ranging from annoyance to outright pain, depending on the day):

refrigerator/AC/ceiling lights humming

dishwasher/washing machine noises

ceiling fan making that damn ceiling fan noise

faint sounds of traffic

riding in a car

other people having a normal conversation in the background

someone talking to me in a perfectly normal inside voice

Unfortunately, even in a “controlled” environment, many triggering noises can’t be controlled. And many parts of life can’t be lived in a controlled environment. This presents...some incredibly freaking annoying problems. Luckily there are solutions!

Sorta.

There are sorta some solutions.

They are imperfect, but they help.

TREATMENT: And now I have something rather shame-faced to admit. In all the years of managing my symptoms, it never once occurred to me to see a hearing specialist for my issues with sound. I wasn’t even aware that treatment options exist, because none of my other doctors mentioned it. Instead, I’ve spent years finding my own coping mechanisms and tools, with help from therapists and psychiatrists, but without ever consulting an audiologist/ENT. It was only while researching this post that I found out that was even an option, holy shit.

So it turns out I am going to be making an appointment with my local ENT practice. shit.

Apparently treatment options include sound/acoustic therapy, systematic desensitization/exposure therapy, cognitive behavior therapy, sound machines, and other options that I had no idea even existed, goddammit.

MANAGEMENT: In the meantime, here are my current coping mechanisms. I’ve relied rather heavily on hearing protection, which is very useful when used in moderation. Unfortunately, it can cause its own problems: it’s important not to overuse hearing protection, because in the long-term this can increase your sensitivity. So again: a useful tool, but be careful not to overdo it.

With that in mind, here are some of the coping strategies I’ve used over the last decade to manage my symptoms. This is not a perfect system and you should contact your local ENT clinic for better, long-term solutions, but in the meantime here are some tips I use to just get myself through the damn day:

Regularly spending time in a quiet controlled environment, to allow my nervous system to decompress.

Wearing earplugs, (I use two different grade, depending on the level of noise prevention I need), and always carrying an extra pair in case I need them unexpectedly. I bought a 50 pack for $7 and put spares in all my bags and jacket pockets.

(I mostly use Mack’s Ultra Soft, but there are so many types and materials and brands, including foam, silicone, wax, custom moldable etc. Even if you have trouble wearing things in your ears, you might be able to find something comfortable.)

Similarly: hearing protection earmuffs, the kind used in gun ranges and on construction sites. I bought mine online for $10. they look like normal wireless headphones, so I've never gotten comments when wearing mine in public (other than “cool heaphones” bc i added skull glitter stickers).

Sometimes I wear the earmuffs on top of earplugs, when life is just too damn LOUD.

Listening to music w/ earbuds or headphones is a great way to balance out background noises, especially if you can find soothing playlists that help you concentrate. Also useful to put in just one earbud when you need to pay attention in class/at work.

Pro tip: if your hair is long enough you can wear wireless earbuds without anyone knowing.

White noise, rain noises, ocean noises etc can be helpful! Some people like whale songs although personally this activates my primal fear response

Active noise cancelling headphones: the reason I wrote this post to begin with—I finally bought a pair! As in, a really good pair! As in, a depressingly expensive pair with noise cancelling technology that actually WORKS, holy shit. I probably need to wear them a little less at home (bc overprotection causes problems in the longterm) but they have absolutely transformed my ability to go out in public and i never ever want to take these suckers off again please take a power screwdriver and nail these to my head, bury me in the sweet sweet shroud of silence. holy canoli and cream puffs I want to marry form a civil partnership with these headphones. Plus they have a bunch of features, like being able to control the level of noise cancellation, so I can hold a conversation or be aware of some ambient noise for safety reasons.

Oh, and also they play music I guess?

Sorry sorry I promise this post wasn’t supposed to be me shilling for Big Electronics. I’m just excited, I’m an excited flabby little ball of expired flubber. ANC headphones aren’t a perfect solution, and I still sometimes wear earplugs underneath, and I will always be uncomfortable some of the time, but for me it’s been a big step.

Unfortunately the cost of good quality ANC technology means this isn’t an option for everyone, and the (much cheaper) gunshot protection earmuffs I mentioned earlier still provide an impressive amount of protection and bang-for-your buck (maybe even an equal amount of protection, if you can find ones that fit well). But if noise consistently prevents you from enjoying public space and life in general, and you’ve already tried earmuffs & earplugs and find they don’t offer enough comfort/convenience/protection, and if you’re in a position to save up for a one time non-necessity purchase of $150+, noise cancelling headphones are an option to be aware of. (Please always check the return policy so you can try before you buy. I ended up buying and returning 2 pairs before finding what worked best for me. And please look for a retailer that offers an extended warranty. You want those motherforkers to last).

There are cheaper options available, including some under $50. The ones I tried didn't work as well as my hearing protection earmuffs, but some people report good experiences, so that is something to consider. it's always good to know your options! Passive noise canceling is another affordable alternative.

Medication: A final tool in my toolbox, which for me personally has helped as much as every other method combined. Like, a lot, it’s helped a lot. It turns out some anti-anxiety medications can also help sensory issues. There’s not much research on this, and I only discovered it firsthand when a medication my doctor prescribed for anxiety ended up significantly helping my sensory issues. I no longer need medication for anxiety, but my psychiatrist still prescribes that same medication off-label for my sensory stuff. Ask your psychiatrist to research your options (they will probably have to do some digging to find relevant research, but you deserve to know all your options, even the obscure ones). Fyi, the medication I use is in the benzodiazepines class, but there are other options for those concerned about dependency or side effects.

(I'm also told anti-anxiety supplements may be helpful, though I haven't tried this yet. If you're on prescription meds, always talk to your doctor about contraindications before taking anything over-the-counter.)

So there you have it, my main coping strategies for sound sensitivity! They are not a replacement for medical treatment (except that last one which is in fact...medical treatment), but I find them helpful and I hope some of you will too! I’ve struggled for a long time, and I’m very pleased to have reached the point where I can just do things in public. Eating out in loud restaurants? I can do that now, and even enjoy it, holy shit! I can comfortably travel in cars for hours at a time, and walk around shopping malls and grocery stores with overhead music, and, and —and just exist. It is so so freeing, to feel like maybe, after everything, you are actually allowed to just exist in a world that wasn’t really designed for you.

Again, be careful not to overuse hearing protection—the goal is to allow you to be less uncomfortable and to function better, but if you find you are becoming more sensitive to noise, it is time to dial it back a notch. Or maybe consider listening to music (at a reasonable volume) to block out background noise instead.

*(This also includes people with hearing loss and related issues, btw. While that’s not my area of knowledge, I would welcome it if any of my HoH followers want to share their experiences.)

**A sign of sensory issues that parents often miss is when a child complains about music being too loud—but has no problem listening to their own music at high volume. This is because music that is already familiar to the listener (and that the listener enjoys) is much easier for the brain to process, since it knows what pattern of sounds to expect. Loud music that they get to control can be soothing for people with sound issues, especially when it blocks out background noise and sensations. This is why repetitively playing the same songs can be a helpful form of stimming.

***(working on this blog, actually. since it’s my only source of income, my 2020 income tax return literally lists my occupation as ‘Tumblr Blogger.’ Oddly, my parent didn’t feel this achievement was worth including in the holiday family newsletter.)

bonus fun fact: Charles Babbage aka “father of the computer” may have been autistic and hypersensitive to sound. He definitely had a huge problem with public noise pollution, and spent his later year waging a war on street musicians (and organ grinders in particular).

(bc like, yeah. screw organ grinders.)

Sometimes when I’m out in public and the overhead music is particularly unbearable, I’ll take a moment to look up to the sky and scream out: “HE TRIED TO WARN US! THE FATHER OF COMPUTERS TRIED TO WARN US!!! we should have listened, sweet heaven we should have listened!”

except i don’t scream it, i say it very quietly under my breath

(i have issues with noise)

so yeah that is my short essay. and here is the ko-fi goal

k ciao i gotta go pick out glitter stickers for my headphones

#actuallyautistic #not a shitpost #holy shit how did i spend 3 hours writing this what even is my blog #this blog is supposed to be blue whale anxiety and uncomfortably sexy clown jokes #what am i doing #sensory processing disorder #sensory issues #mental health #actually autistic #NOTIFY ME OF ANY TYPOS #i proofread this 5 times my eyes weep an unceasing flood of blood and regret #adhd #actuallyadhd #autism #sensory problems

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lemonade-if · 3 years ago

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Rather than giving away a profile, I decided to go around campus and interview anonymous Morigaoka students ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ Perhaps some direct quotes from peers would be the best way to convey the basic impressions of these eight characters.

Without further ado...

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Ren Sugiyama 杉山蓮 (F) - Year 1 Class A

“Did you know? There’s a tree by the west campus gate called the ‘Tree of Rejection’. Apparently, 18 people confessed to Ren-chan there last month and she turned all of them down. That’s why I’m planning to confess to her by the shoe lockers instead...oi, why are you laughing. I’m serious.”

“Sugiyama’s filthy rich. Her mom’s that famous designer, Kanae Sugiyama. Wonder why the kid of such a hotshot would attend such a normal school like Mori High...not that I’m complaining.”

“Whew, Ren-chan from 1-A!! She’s got it all. Half of me wants to date her, and the other half wants to be her. I’ve heard she’s dated a few people in the past. I wonder what they were like...it must be a lot of pressure to date someone as popular and high profile as Ren-chan."

“I hate sports, but I joined one just so I could see Ren-chan cheer for me at our games...well, I suck so I have to watch the cheer team from the bench, but that’s still technically her cheering for me...um, are you okay? You’re looking at me like I’m disgusting.”

Yuushin Mikazuki 三日月勇心 (M) - Year 1 Class A

"N-no comment. Sorry.”

“Grumpy bastard. Mysterious. Absolute worst case of Resting Bitch Face I’ve ever seen. I sit in front of him in class so his glare pierces right through my back. Wait, don’t publish that last part, he’ll know who I am-”

“Um...I guess he ditches a lot. Why? Who knows...fighting, maybe? He gets called to the guidance room a lot for showing up injured. Imagine fighting Mikazuki though...he’s huge.”

“I don’t really know him, but a guy like that is bad news for sure. It’s best to stay away. I feel sorry for whoever gets assigned the empty seat next to him.”

A/N: Yuushin’s route includes heavier themes, language, and content than the other routes, including problematic behavior such as fighting and underage smoking. He is not an abuser in any capacity, but his route is not recommended for those seeking a warmer and light-hearted playthrough.

Shion Kisaragi 如月詩音 (F) - Year 1 Class D

“Class B’s Kisaragi is the school’s top student and the only first year in student council. I wonder what she’s like outside of school. Can’t really imagine her doing anything besides schoolwork...but they say the quiet ones are the craziest, right? Kidding, kidding...”

“She’s...smart? Studious? She seems really busy, too...I've never seen her just sit around doing nothing. Even during lunch, she's multitasking as she eats."

“I don’t know her, but I overheard her talking to the principal once. Her voice gave me this weird sense of deja vu...can’t imagine why...”

“I’m a moron, so our homeroom teacher always makes Kisaragi-san tutor me. She seems plain at a glance, but she’s actually really cute up close, especially when she adjusts her glasses...huh? You didn’t ask about that? My bad.”

Hikaru Takeuchi 武内光 (M) - Year 1 Class B

“Ah, the soccer team’s freshman ace! He’s an idiot, but he’s a fun idiot who knows how to work hard and play hard. Bright, easygoing, mischievous but dependable in times of need-- he’s the type who can get along with anybody. I doubt there’s anyone in this school who has bad things to say about a guy like him."

“Ever since I watched Takeuchi eat 12 servings of mazesoba for lunch, I’ve wondered if he’s really a human. It’s actually insane how much that guy can eat. If soccer doesn’t work out, he’ll have a good shot in the competitive eating world.”

“Sometimes, Takeuchi seems like he’s in pain...I asked him about it before, but he laughed it off. Maybe I imagined it.”

“There was a time back in junior high when I had detention with Hikaru for a whole month. We were riding our mops like racehorses through the hallways when we crashed into the principal, knocking off his wig...Hikaru tried to help by picking it up and putting it back on the geezer’s head but the guy went berserk. He retired shortly after that.”

Leila Ozaki 尾崎レイラ (F) - Year 1 Class A

“I heard Ozaki lives in a dorm? She moved to Tokyo alone for high school. No wonder she feels so mature...it must be tough to move out so early.”

“It’s unfortunate what happened to her band...you didn’t hear? Their vocalist went missing half a year ago and the police still have no leads. They were invited to headline some pretty big gigs but had to cancel all of them. They’ve been on hiatus ever since. Re;Light 13, you can look them up. Ozaki’s the drummer.”

“She’s cool as hell. I wish I could talk to her, but she’s always wearing headphones or airpods...she seems like the type of person who’d have really interesting stories. Someday, I want to ask her about what it’s like growing up in Los Angeles.*”

“You can’t think I’m creepy for this, promise? And you can’t tell...okay, Ozaki has a tattoo on her ribcage. I swear I wasn’t trying to look-- I just happened to see when we were changing for gym!! She noticed that I saw and just...raised a finger to her lips and smirked...”

*Leila is Blasian, with an African American father and Japanese mother. She moved to Japan after elementary school.

Aleksei Zakharov アレクセイ・ザハロフ (M) - Year 1 Class C

“He’s a shameless flirt. I’d never go out with a cocky guy like that. He’s completely irresista- unreliable! I mean unreliable! I definitely don’t think he’s charming!!"

“The exchange student in Class C, right? ...wait, what? He's not an exchange student? Huh? He was born in Japan? That makes sense. I always wondered how he was so fluent...”*

“Al’s well-built and athletic, so all the sports coaches were bending backwards trying to recruit him. You should’ve seen their faces when he ended up joining Journalism instead...he doesn’t even like writing.”

“I’m friends with Zakharov so I know he’s the type you should play around with, not the type to expect anything from. Still, there are people who think they can change him...you just can’t change people like that, you know? At least he has the tact to reject them upfront. He doesn’t get involved with anyone who likes him seriously."

*Aleksei is Caucasian. He was born and raised in Japan.

A/N: This route is more "bold" than others due to his personality. He will not continue to flirt with MC if discomfort is expressed. However, if MC does not indicate discomfort, he will flirt with them even outside of his route because he finds MC attractive in every route.

Akane Yoshida 吉田茜 (F) - Year 1 Class D

“Yoshida-chan is pure-hearted, down-to-earth, and unconditionally kind. She’s too good for this world, to tell the truth. I always tell her that it’s alright to be more selfish, but it’s hard for someone who grew up prioritizing other people their whole life.”

“Class D’s Yoshida right? I admire her. She's not the most confident in herself, but she always puts 120% into everything she does, no matter how much she’s struggling or how bad the odds. Watching her makes me want to work harder myself.”

“That reminds me, Akane invited me to the movies the other day. She said she got tickets for a fun movie that she's been looking forward to. It turned out to be some horror film with a weird killer clown...she said it looked cute...unbelievable."

"Yoshida-chan baked brownies for class a few months ago, right before finals. Don’t tell her, but she used salt instead of sugar. None of us had the heart to disappoint her when she asked how it tasted with such a bright smile. My buddy and I ate every last crumb to make sure she’d never find out...god, it was awful..."

Yosuke Takanashi 鷹無永祐 (M) - Year 1 Class B

“He has the looks to be an actor but the expressive range of stale bread. Seriously, I’ve never seen that guy smile or laugh, ever. Is he scared of getting wrinkles? I don’t get it, but all the girls think he’s so cool...what’s the deal with girls liking black-haired guys with emotional constipation...”

“Takanashi won regional MVP at Nationals last year, so he had scholarship offers to a number of elite schools. I’m just confused why he chose Morigaoka. Is he a masochist? Everyone knows our basketball team sucks ass..."

“Oh, I’ve known him awhile. He's actually a really good guy, but...I wonder what's up with his family. For all he’s achieved, you’d think his parents would at least show up to something. They've never even showed up for student conferences."

“At first, I couldn’t believe that someone as stoic as Takanashi could be best friends with guys as rowdy as Takeuchi and Zakharov. Now, I'm starting to get the sense that Takanashi's pretty passionate himself. It just doesn’t show on his face."

A/N: This route is a slower burn with a stubborn stick-in-the-ass. It is not recommended for those who would like “instant” gratification.

Aside from the ROs, there are side characters MC will encounter as well. Their overviews will be up at a later date.

Thank you for reading! (´∀｀)♡

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movedtodykedvonte · 3 years ago

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If you’re not busy how bout a headcanon for how the four lords would react to their s/o, a doctor/field medic, somehow healing them of their cadou parasites and returning them to their normal selves

If you can't afford medical treatment just get your doctor S/O to do a quick surgery. It's legal and fun!!

Here's a cut cause this bad boy is long

Alcina Dimitrescu

You two had discussed it and agreed that it needed to be done. The girls would be in constant danger from BSAA/Blue Umbrella if Alcina was still such a strong bio-weapon.

She had worries; would she be weaker? Would she need to worry about her blood disease again? How would she protect her daughters? You assured her that you two would figure it out, that you would never do this if you thought it would do more harm than good.

The girls protested, saying they could handle whatever was thrown at them but Alcina hushed them, explaining that it was for her sake as well. It was only so long until BSAA stopped letting her get away with literal murder, no matter how necessary.

You had explained the most likely and best outcome, that she'd be cured and all the effects reversed, that she'd need regular infusions of blood and may feel weaker. You tried to treat her like a regular patient, the coldness of being a medic, but the worry loomed over you.

It was a quick procedure, the cadou just as it had smoothly integrated with Alcina, had been slipped out, the changes almost just as quick.

Her skin became humanly pale, no longer a porcelain white, wrinkles showing the age she was when infected, her height dwindling. You didn't account for her to wake up as quick as she did and had to dive to catch her as she wobbled of the operating table, not yet used to her smaller size.

"A mirror" "Are you sure, Alcina? Maybe you should-" "I want a mirror now" She was demanding, but you understood how justified that was. You only had a small one for operating on you but it would have to do.

She pulled at her face, a look of disdain as she inspecting the face of a mortal woman instead of an immortal lord. Seeing this you came up behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist like you were never able to fully do before, and planted a kiss on her cheek, now noticing how warm it was compared to her previous form

"I look horrid" "You look beautiful" The comment drew a smile from her, but you could still sense the doubt in her.

She stayed in her room for a while, you being the only one allowed entrance to tend her: Infusions, getting her used to human food rather than humans for food. Alcina insisted she fully recovers before her girls saw her as to not incite panic.

It was tough on her to be distant with her girls, but tougher on them to not see her after such a harrowing surgery.

When the girls first saw her it was as if they were interacting with a valuable and fragile vase, none of them wanted to get close in fear of hurting her, but they desperately wanted to inspect their mother.

"I'm not made of paper, an embrace won't kill me." It was lovely seeing them perk up at their mother's usual sass and even more relieving when they practically dove into her arms, bombarding her with questions on how she felt.

There were many things to still discuss, but for now, everyone was happy.

Donna Beneviento

Donna surprisingly brought it up to you first. You were having tea having a calm conversation with Angie for once. The mood felt off for that alone but for the whole day it felt off, now you knew why.

She wanted a normal life with you, one free of the mold and her dependence on her dolls. It was all a crutch and she wanted to start to walk without it.

You asked if she was sure, the dolls, especially Angie, meant so much to her, you didn't want to do it unless she was positively certain

"We've made our mind up, Y/N. We want this." Angie's serious response and Donna's nod were a startling confirmation. You set a date and prepared the tools for the procedure

Before all of that, you set up a party for Donna and Angie, placing all the dolls for one last goodbye. "Surprise!" You pop out with all the dolls, you suspect she knew as the dolls came to life to yell as well but she was crying tears of joy either way.

She said goodbye to all the dolls individually, thanking them for being there for her as she shut down her cadou in each of them. Donna told you that Angie didn't want to go until she had to. You understood completely.

On the day of the procedure, you knelt down to Angie and hugged her. She was always a little bit of a pain to you and she found you a bit dull but in the end, you cared and you were going to miss her rambunctiousness. You spared yourself the tears of a verbal goodbye as you placed her on the operating table next to Donna, she feigned unconscious to mimic her sedated friend.

It was slow and grueling to remove the cadou carefully from her face and skull, you wanted to leave as little scarring as possible. Donna had just stopped wearing the veil and you had no desire to be the reason it came back on

The procedure was no less easy as every amount removed, you noticed Angie appearing even more lifeless.

When it was done, she woke up, her working eye blinking under the bright lights of your operating chambers. She did not address you but immediately turned to Angie. You had not an idea of how she knew she was lying next to her

"Angie?" There was no response and you could see the tears forming as she slowly reached for her best friend, caressing the inanimate face. You took her other hand and squeezed it, before lifting it to your lips and planting a kiss.

Recovering was less physical than mental. Occasionally she'd ask her dolls a question, you'd catch her staring sorrowfully at them as they stared back unblinking. It was even worse when you heard her call for Angie, knowing it was impossible for her to respond.

Sometimes you'd find her staring out the window, holding Angie as she took in the horizon.

"It's difficult... She was always there for me." She stared at Angie, brushing the veil from her face as the setting sun leaked in. You sat next to her, leaning in close so you could support Angie's slumped head... Donna smiled at the action. "But, I suppose there's a lot else for me too." Donna rested her head on your shoulder, now looking at the broad horizon before you both.

Salvatore Moreau

It hurt you like nothing else to see Salvatore live in constant pain and suffering. You had done wonders for the hurt of loneliness but physically he was still in agony.

He has insisted not to burden yourself with him and that he was used to it, but the more he assured you the less you actually felt comforted. It came to a head one day that all he was doing was vomiting. You were sure you saw red at some point

"Stop saying you're fine!" "I'm used to it, Y/N" "Well I'm not!" You were a medic, it had become an instinct to stop people from being in pain, and Moreau made it flare up.

He refused to be operated on, making up excuses or insisting it was not a big deal to him after all these years. Clearly, you could tell it was something else, something he wasn't telling you but he refused to let it slip. It became a strain on your relationship. It felt bad but you had to threaten to leave if he was not going to be honest. He owed you that.

You felt even worse when you found out. "I'm scared it would get worse!" You realized that the last time Moreau was likely on an operating table, it turned him into what he was now. It was beyond inconsiderate to try and force him through it again.

For a while, you dropped it, letting the waters calm... until another vomiting fit happened and you thought you might lose him.

Luckily you didn't and unluckily for Moreau he had to see you're tear-ridden face the whole time, unable to assure you he would be fine due to the wretching. A day later he agreed to let you try.

You were relieved but now it went on to how you were exactly going to do this. You were unsure if removing the cadou would be enough to rid him of the tumors or if you would be on that too, you had no intention to make things worse like he feared.

A while passed as you collected the tools and set up an area in the reservoir to operate, everytime you made progress Moreau strayed farther from the area.

You finally finished and Moreau was off lurking in the waters, much like a child hiding from getting a shot. "Are you ready?" "Yes." "Are you lying?" "Yes." You were happy he found humor in the situation but you needed confidence.

You practically held his hand the whole way to the table, both to keep him from escaping to the water and a half for comforting, his grip did not slip until you had fully sedated him.

The procedure was more difficult than ever expected, the tumors were gelatinous and blocked the way to his cadou. You had to be careful not to burst one as well as not to accidentally paralyze him due to the proximity to his spine. It was slow and meticulous but eventually, you got it all.

Nothing happened. He laid unconscious on the table, cadou thoroughly gone, you made sure... but nothing happened. Did you fail? Was there another one? You pondered the possibilities but quickly stood up as the tumors began to swell, becoming enflamed before one burst, an acidic substance barely missing you and melting part of the floor. As more popped you took cover as not to get burned.

The grotesque sounds of bursting meat slowly faded, becoming less frequent until they stopped, but you waited, ensuring you did not accidentally get splashed by a straggler.

"Y/N?" The sound of your name from a familiar deep but the somehow less nauseous voice made you peer from around your cover, a man all too foreign and all too familiar sat dazed-looking on the table.

"Salvatore?" {Insert your own description of Moreau, I don't want to intrude on anyone's interpretation.} "Y/N!" He immediately tried to get off the table to come to you before you quickly stopped him, remnants of acid a very real danger. You covered a path and made your way to him, stopping at the edge of the table. "Did it work?"

Something about the question seemed laughable as you assumed the feeling would be completely different, but you still pulled a mirror close and let him marvel at a face he had long forgotten.

"Did I make it worse?" It was a snarky remark at his previous fears, probably a little insensitive but at the moment he smiled, suddenly pulling you into your first full kiss in your relationship. "Not at all."

Karl Heisenberg

You were helping him in the factory one day, decommissioning the more specialized soldats at the request of BSAA. You being less tech-oriented focused on the less mechanical soldiers while Karl took on the scrap heavy ones.

Having used some Cadou in them, you had to carefully remove that too, to ensure they would not resurrect after the metal was removed. It took no time for Karl to piece together who else that skill could be used on.

"Make space for me on your schedules, Y/N" He lit a cigar after the sentence, not explaining further. "Excuse me?" "You heard me, sweetheart." He ripped a core from another soldat before putting it on the belt to bring it towards you. You stared in disbelief.

"You want me to remove your cadou?" "Yep." "But I thought BSAA was." "I don't want those dick heads snooping in my body like I'm some labrat. You do it." The conversation was quick and honestly, it should have been expected.

Karl had joked with you before that you could take away his cadou. Just snip and a rip and it'd be done. You explained it wasn't that simple and he would chuckle out an agreement, but you could tell that the jokes had an air of seriousness around them. It had been his goal for a while to reverse what had been done to him

Picking a date was the biggest issue. Karl wanted to do it as soon as possible, get it out and be rid of it. You had to explain you needed time to prepare as the place was delicate and a risk. You knew it was out of excitement and anticipation.

When you finally made time, Karl was on the table before you had even put on gloves or disinfected it. "An eager beaver I see?" You tried to bring the humor Karl often did to scenarios like this, but you could see a sense of series on his face, even the glint of his glasses seemed steeled. "I want every trace of that bitch gone."

You nodded, pulling out the syringe to sedate him as you laid him down on the table. Removing his glasses you looked directly in his eyes, there was a trust in his that made you that much more determined. "You ready?" You asked as a medic protocol. "Just stick me doc." You rolled your eyes as he smirked before relishing in the slight scared look he gave the needle when you lifted it before him

The silence of it all unnerved you. Karl was always making wisecracks or jokes to alleviate the dreary mood of the factory. Having him laying silently before you, face still somehow serious while completely relaxed, made it all the more discomforting.

You worked diligently, careful to find all traces of the cadou and to remove them into a jar you had set aside. It was long but you did it with dutiful ease, Karl had waited so long for this and you must do it right

When it was all finished you took the jar, disgusted at the somehow living organism inside. How could she put this in someone she considered her child. Bitch, was too kind a word Karl used for her. You took the jar to a furnace, throwing it in and watching the thing wriggle frantically before burning to a crisp.

Coming back to the table you found Karl stirring awake, groggily holding himself up on his forearms. "So, how'd it go?" "You tell me?"

Karl looked around the room, his hammer resting in the corner. Focusing on it he waited for the item to float toward him, yet it remained still. After a minute of nothing he stopped, a slow chuckle emerging from him, melding into a proud laugh.

"Well, I'll be damned, Y/N. You've outdone yourself." He began patting himself in search of a cigar. You pulled one from the side table and offered it, snatching it away before he could get a grasp on it. "No smoking until you're fully healed."

He shook his head, chuckling a little more before sitting up and pulling you close. Tilting your head up he locked your lips together. Pulling apart he smiled, "Whatever you say, doc."

I completely forgot that Moreau was a doctor and honestly I should've added something about medical knowledge but its super late and I have a job interview to get up for.

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labomi · 4 years ago

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a demon’s promise | (18+)

summary: You didn't want to spend your Friday night trying to summon the king of all demons in your tiny apartment, but here you are with your best friend by your side reciting an incantation from a strange book. To your utter relief, the spell doesn't work or so you seem to think.

pairing: sukuna ryomen x f!reader

words: 4.2k

warnings: explicit sexual content, slight dubcon, smut, explicit language, choking, overstimulation, rough sex, pet names, not a particularly happy ending

notes: read on ao3 here! first sukuna piece and i don’t have much to say except aahhhhh!! i initially planned it to be more of a cute, fluffy story but obviously that didn’t happen oops. well anyways thanks for reading!

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” you ask hesitantly, watching your best friend finish drawing a pentagram on your living room floor. Kimi dusts the chalk off her fingers, admiring her work with a satisfied smile.

“Oh, come on,” she says, a little exasperated at you. “Don’t bail on me now. Aren’t you the tiniest bit excited?”

“About summoning a demon from a weird book you found in the back of a sketchy thrift shop? Yea, I’m absolutely thrilled,” you deadpan.

It was about a week ago when Kimi surprised you with her new find. The book was bound in torn leather and filled with handwritten notes about how to conjure the supernatural on ink stained, wrinkled pages. It certainly looked old, but you couldn’t help but think it was a scam. Some kid might have decided to replicate the look and feel of an ancient book, filling it with absolute nonsense that your best friend was clearing falling for.

Unfortunately, once Kimi had gotten a hold of this book, she would not shut up about it. For the past week, you tried your best to feign interest in her new obsession as she flipped through pages, oohing and aahing at the sketches and descriptions of different types of demons. They ranged from little mischievous creatures to incubi and succubi and even a terrifying being that ate the souls of its prey.

For the most part, you think the book is absolutely absurd, but you can't ignore the tiny voice in your head that is just a little terrified about the potential existence of demons. Kimi had begged you nonstop to try one of the spells. You were hesitant and initially said no, but she kept begging you over and over again. Eventually you gave in because she was your best friend, and she was clearly excited about trying out the book with you. There is no harm in humoring her a little, right?

Kimi finishes lighting the five candles that surround the pentagram as you place a small bowl in the center.

“Alright!” Kimi says, clapping her hands. She looks at the open spell book next to her, double checking the instructions. “The only thing left is a drop of human blood.” Kimi looks at you expectantly.

You blink and point a finger at yourself. “Me?” you squeak. “But isn’t this your idea?”

“But you know how squeamish I get about pain and blood! Pretty pretty pleaassee,” your best friend begs.

You sigh. “Alright, alright. You owe me big time for this. Hand me the knife.” Kimi happily gives you the small knife that you had grabbed earlier from the kitchen. Scrunching your face, you make a tiny little cut on your index finger and squeeze one drop of blood into the bowl. You suck on your finger, hoping it would scab over quickly. “Ok, now what?”

Kimi turns the page. “Now we just have to say this incantation together. Come here.” You scoot over to sit next to your friend as she holds the book between the two of you. Together, you both recite the words scribbled down on the crumbled page.

You wait.

And wait.

And nothing happens.

“Umm,” you break the awkward silence. “Nothing happened.”

“No, this can’t be right.” Kimi groans and starts aggressively flipping through the pages. “We followed the instructions exactly. It should have worked!”

Part of you feels relieved. You weren’t particularly thrilled about inviting the supernatural into your tiny apartment on a Friday night. Now you’re more convinced that the book really is a fake.

“What were we supposed to summon anyway?” you ask, a little curious.

Kimi frowns, still re-reading the instructions. “A creature named Sukuna Ryomen. Apparently he’s the king of all demons.”

Your mouth falls open in shock. “What the fuck, Kimi? The king? You chose to summon the king of all demons? What were you thinking? I thought we were going to summon those harmless creatures that steal people’s left socks or something like that!”

Kimi huffs. “Well, I did ask you what we should summon, but you said you didn’t care and that I should pick something. So I did!”

You rub your temples, trying to keep calm. “You’re right, you’re right. My bad. I’m sorry.” You could tell that Kimi is already quite upset that the spell didn’t work, and you were just adding fuel to the fire. “Hey! It’s ok. Let’s just take the rest of the night off. I’ll clean everything up, don’t worry about it. And listen, maybe we can try a different spell next week. Perhaps there’s not enough spiritual energy in this room or something to summon the big guy.”

Kimi perks up a little at your words. “We can try again next week? Really?”

You nod. “Promise. Take the book back to your place and choose something a little bit more tame, ok?”

Kimi giggles. “Ok, I promise too!” She grabs the book and carefully places it in her bag before getting up and heading towards the door. You follow her and give her a quick hug.

“Talk to you tomorrow,” you say.

“Yep! Good night!”

Once Kimi leaves your apartment, you let out a deep breath. You survey the mess on your living room floor with a frown. You truly love your best friend to death, but she’s just a little too adventurous for your tastes sometimes.

A sudden wave of lethargy washes over you, causing you to lean against your kitchen counter for support. You rub your eyes, struggling to keep them open as your eyelids start to feel unusually heavy.

Weird.

It isn’t particularly late, so you are a bit surprised to feel so tired out of the blue. You figure the excitement of tonight’s activities likely got the best of you, so you decide to retire early for the night. Walking into the living room, you blow out all the candles around the pentagram before retreating into your bedroom. You will clean up everything tomorrow. No harm in letting it sit out for the night.

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You wake up with a start. The darkness of your bedroom greets you. Groaning, you grab your phone in order to check the time but it was dead. You silently curse at yourself for forgetting to charge it before passing out. You lean back in your bed with a sigh. Normally, you sleep through the night undisturbed. You briefly wonder what had woken you up.

Crash!

You instantly freeze and hold your breath. The noise came from the living room. It sounded like something had fallen. You try to calm your racing heart as you convince yourself that it was just one of your decorations falling off the wall. But you know you won’t be able to comfortably go back to sleep without checking, so you quietly slip out of bed and open your bedroom door. You peek into the living room, but you’re unable to make out anything clearly in the darkness.

You fully step out of your bedroom and hit the light switch for the living room. Squinting your eyes, you try to adjust to the sudden brightness. Once your vision finally clears, you gasp.

There’s someone in your living room.

The first thing you notice about the intruder is his tattoos. Intricate symbols mark his entire body, including his face.

The second thing you realize is that he’s completely naked.

You open your mouth to scream, but the intruder appears right in front of you within the blink of an eye and clamps his large hand over your mouth to shush you.

“Be quiet,” he growls deeply. “You can’t act so surprised. After all, you’re the one who called me here.”

You feel a chill crawl down your spine as your eyes widen in realization.

No. No. It can’t be.

Once the intruder is convinced you won’t start screaming, he removes his hand from your mouth. He stands back and takes in your appearance as you stand there numbly in your pajama shirt and shorts.

“A woman, huh.” He licks his lips. “I wasn’t expecting a woman to be the one to resurrect me, but I’m not complaining.”

This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening!

You try to convince yourself that you’re still dead asleep in your bed and dreaming about this entire encounter. There is no way that damn book actually worked!

“Ryomen Sukuna,” you whisper to yourself, suddenly recalling the name of the demon you tried to summon with Kimi.

You don’t miss the way his eyes light up. “Oh! You’ve heard of me!” He grins. “You should feel honored to be in the presence of the Great King of Demons.”

You shudder at his voice. There’s a certain aura of power, strength, and pure evil that you can feel radiating from the demon, but his appearance is still rather surprising. For the Great King of Demons, he looks rather...human. You could have easily mistaken him as a normal man who just really liked tattoos. No tail. No wings. No horns. Perhaps your view of demons was a bit outdated.

“I have to admit. I’m a little disappointed,” Sukuna says with a small frown, surveying his own body. “It seems you didn’t summon me correctly. My power is nowhere near what it should be, and it took me forever to spawn into this measly physical form. I normally have four arms and two faces.”

Your eyes bulge out of your head. Did he say four arms? And two faces?

The demon taps a finger on his chin in thought. “I did start off as a human before becoming a demon, so I guess it makes sense I’m reborn looking like a human at first.”

You silently thank your friend for messing up the ritual. If Sukuna had spawned immediately at full power, the two of you would have both been in danger. At least it’s only you in harm’s way. Kimi is safe and sound, far away from your tiny apartment.

“It’s ok,” Sukuna purrs, approaching you. “It doesn’t matter that you messed up the ritual a little. You can help me fix it now, pet.”

You stumble backwards, heart racing and body quivering in fear. He reaches out to place his hands on your shoulders, steadying you before pushing you against the wall. You instantly freeze, breath caught in your throat as you wonder what he’ll ask of you.

Sukuna lightly strokes your cheek with one hand. You want to recoil in fear and disgust, but your body remains frozen in horror.

“You haven’t noticed?” he asks. “It was your blood used in the summoning ritual. That means we are bonded.”

No. No.

Sukuna places two fingers underneath your chin and lifts them up so you look directly up into his eyes. You tremble uncontrollably as you meet his dark gaze.

“The way I regain my strength is by sucking the energy out of you. You might have noticed that you felt tired and sluggish after the ritual. That’s because the it took a lot of energy from you to give me a physical form. Don’t worry though, it’s not enough to kill you. But you are pretty weak, so it might take me awhile to regain my full strength.”

You gulp. The Great King of Demons at full strength? You know you have to prevent this from happening somehow, but your phone is dead, the book is gone, and Sukuna is not likely to let you leave his sight long enough for you to figure out a plan. Was it even possible to fight back against him? Maybe your best bet was to comply with his demands and hope he spares you.

“But there is a way to speed up the process.” He looks down at your body hungrily before leaning his head towards you until his lips hover over your left ear. “Sex,” he whispers huskily.

You stiffen slightly and try to ignore the spark that travels down your body and lights up your core.

“Wh-what do you mean?” you stammer nervously.

“I feed off your body’s energy, and everyone knows that there’s nothing more powerful than sexual energy. Sex gets your heart racing and blood pumping. It’s the perfect energy source for my complete resurrection.” Sukuna moves away from your ear and grins at your stricken face. “You are the one who summoned me here. It would be rude to not feed your guest and accommodate his needs.”

He places a thumb on your bottom lip, rubbing it back and forth. You try not to react, but your body won’t listen to you. Sukuna’s presence is overwhelming. His bare chest is practically pressed against your body. His eyes are dark with lust as he gazes at your face. His thumb continues to rub your lips which leaves you flustered. Your mind feels hazy, and your body feels unusually warm. A small, sane part of you tries to fight back. A little voice in your head reminds that this is the king of all demons. How could you fall for the literal embodiment of pure evil?

“I know you’re turned on,” Sukuna says smugly. You look away feeling absolutely mortified, but the demon grabs your head and forces you to look back at him. “Ah ah. Keep your eyes on me. No need to get embarrassed. Like I said before, I was resurrected from your blood, so we share a connection. This means I can feel your blood pumping in your own body, and I can tell exactly where it’s headed.” Sukuna drops his gaze down your body to emphasize his point. He doesn’t miss how your thighs suddenly clench together.

With a dangerous flash in his eyes, Sukuna hoists you over his shoulder and throws you on your bed. Before you could even think about saying no, Sukuna is on top of you harshly nipping and sucking at your neck. One hand is already underneath your shirt, fondling one of your breasts and playing with your hard nipple. He sucks at a particularly sensitive spot on your neck which leaves you moaning shamelessly underneath him. Any doubts or reservations immediately leave your mind.

Your body feels like it’s on fire being this close to Sukuna. He chuckles darkly, leaving your neck and pulling out his hand from underneath your skirt. “That’s my good pet,” he purrs. “So eager just for me.” Sukuna kisses you roughly, leaving you gasping as you try to match his fervor. Eventually he leans back and admires how swollen your lips look after his harsh treatment. Your pupils are blown wide with lust. With Sukuna’s face hovering just above yours, you can’t help but admire his unique markings. Without realizing, you reach a hand out and start tracing the lines on his cheek. Sukuna stills for a moment, enjoying your tender touch.

The moment of gentleness shatters when Sukuna rips open your shirt with his bare hands. He immediately latches onto one of your breasts with his mouth and roughly gropes the other. You grip the back of his head, digging your fingers in his short hair. He bites down a little too sharply on your nipple, causing you to yelp in slight pain. Sukuna lightly chuckles at your reaction and finally pulls away, giving your now sore breasts a break. He suddenly flips your positions so that you are now hovering over him as his back hits the bed.

You stare at his chiseled chest and can’t resist rubbing your hands up and down his prominent muscles. Sukuna observes you with an amused look as you openly admire his body.

“You like what you see?” he smirks.

You ignore the question and begin peppering light kisses down his chest and over his abs. The demon hums, enjoying your soft touch all over his body. However, he eventually has enough of your teasing. He pushes your head down until you’re forced to look at something you’ve tried to avoid glancing at the entire night. Your heart flutters with a little nervousness as you’re greeted with Sukuna’s dick. It’s long and thick with just the slightest curve. You wonder how you’re going to be able to handle his impressive size.

Sukuna can sense your hesitation, so he decides to give you a little push. He grabs your hair roughly and brings your face closer to his throbbing dick. “Be a good girl and open wide.” With a shaky breath, you take the tip of Sukuna’s cock into your mouth. He’s so thick that you can barely fit him in your mouth. With the demon’s hand still on your head, he coaxes you take him in deeper and you oblige. Sukuna groans as your hot, wet mouth takes more and more of his length. You look so good with your lips wrapped around his cock.

You start to bob your head up and down to Sukuna’s delight, but he’s rather annoyed at your languid pace. “Too slow,” he growls and that’s the only warning you get before the demon jerks his hips up sharpy. You gag as his dick hits the back of your throat, but Sukuna's firm grasp on your head keeps you in place. He tightens his grip and then begins to roughly thrust into your mouth. You try to relax your throat and keep your composure even as tears start to fall from your eyes as the demon ruthlessly fucks your face.

“You feel so good,” Sukuna groans. “You were made to take my dick.” A particularly rough thrust leaves you gagging again and drooling all over his cock. “Fuck yea, just like that.”

Once the demon is satisfied, he releases his grip on your hair and you immediately pull back to catch your breath. You wipe the spit from your mouth and the tears from your eyes, panting heavily from the rough treatment. Sukuna silently admires the way your breasts look against your heaving chest.

“Take the rest of your clothes off,” he demands. You shakily get off the bed and shimmy out of your pajama shorts. As you roll down your underwear, Sukuna doesn’t miss how it’s already drenched with your arousal. As you climb back on the bed, Sukuna roughly places you underneath him once again. He spreads open your legs and presses a finger against your entrance to test your wetness.

“Damn,” Sukuna growls. “You’re this wet from choking on my cock.” You moan in relief as you finally feel some friction against your throbbing core. “A good little whore just for me.”

The demon strokes your folds at a leisurely pace which drives you insane. You unconsciously grind against his hand, silently begging him to pick up the tempo, but Sukuna just chuckles and continues to tease you. He barely brushes your swollen clit with each stroke, causing you to whine in frustration.

“Please,” you whimper.

Sukuna raises his eyebrows with a smirk. “Please what?” He suddenly stops his ministrations to your immediate displeasure.

You bite your lip feeling slightly embarrassed, but you decide to swallow whatever pride you have left. “T-touch me. I want to feel you. I n-need to feel you.”

“Only because you asked so sweetly,” Sukuna hums. He finally rubs his thumb over your throbbing clit, and you immediately cry out as pleasure wracks your body. The demon’s touch becomes faster and rougher, leaving you a writhing mess underneath him. Just as you’re about to hit your climax, Sukuna pulls away and you can’t stop the frustrated whine that leaves your mouth. He strokes his dick amused by your reaction and leans down to whisper in your ear. “Wouldn’t it feel better to cum around my cock? Come on. Tell me that’s what you want, pet.”

The fire between your legs only grows as you listen to his words. Desperate for any sort of release, you beg for Sukuna’s cock. “P-please fuck me. I need your dick so badly. Please please please.”

Sukuna answers your pleas by lining his cock against your sopping entrance before pushing into you in one go. You groan at the slight burn as your walls stretch around his wide girth, but you’re so wet he manages to slide his entire length into you without much resistance. Once he’s fully sheathed, the feeling is completely overwhelming. You feel absolutely stuffed to the brim with his giant cock pulsing inside you.

“Oh my god,” you breath. “You’re so big. Fuck.”

Sukuna doesn’t give you much chance to adjust to his size as he immediately pulls out until only his tip remains before ramming back into you at full force. You yelp at the sudden movement, while the demon softly groans. He sets a brutal pace that leaves you absolutely breathless. With every snap of his hips, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Your toes curl in pleasure, and you rake your nails down his muscular back as the demon fucks you senseless.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Sukuna growls as you continue to moan and whimper wantonly underneath him. When the head of his cock hits that sensitive spot inside you at just the right angle, the tension in your body finally snaps and a wave of pleasure completely washes over you. You cry out as you reach your climax, squeezing your eyes shut as you surrender yourself to the sensations of pure bliss.

Once you start to come down from your high, Sukuna pulls out of you and adjusts your body so that you’re on your hands and knees. Your arms are still quivering from your orgasm but you have just enough strength to keep yourself from collapsing. Both you and Sukuna groan as he enters you once again. He somehow fucks you even harder than before. The lewd, wet noises of your bodies slamming against one of another fill the bedroom. Sukuna grips your waist with such force as he slams into you over and over again that you know you’ll wake up with nasty bruises tomorrow. In this position, it feels like his cock is pushing even deeper inside you at such a brutal pace.

“You going to cum on my cock again?” Sukuna pants. He slaps your ass, and you squeak at the unexpected sting. “Answer the question, pet.” He gives you another slap.

“Oh god, yes,” you gasp as your cunt clenches around him. “F-fuck. Your cock feels s-so good.” Satisfied with your answer, Sukuna reaches around to rub your clit. It was just the right amount of extra stimulation you needed to reach your climax again. Your body shudders as you lose yourself to the white hot pleasure. Sukuna pulls out of you, and you immediately collapse on the bed.

“Who said we were done yet, pet?” The demon picks you up and places you on top of him as he lays back on the bed. You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck as your hard nipples rub against his chest. You can feel his still erect cock poking at your entrance. “I want to watch your face as I fill you up with my cum.”

You wince as he slips back into you. You’re already starting to feel overstimulated and sore, but Sukuna hasn’t shown any signs of slowing down yet. He ruts into your limp body, only concerned about chasing his own pleasure.

You don’t think it’s possible for you to cum again, but Sukuna’s cock is continuing to hit all the right places. The pain from overstimulation only seems to egg you on further as you feel the familiar tension building within your body once again. Sukuna groans as your walls start to clench down on him. His thrusts become more erratic as he approaches his own release.

As he continues to pound into you as you’re splayed across his chest, the demon tells you about all the humans he’ll kill once he’s at full power. Not even women or children will be safe from his destruction. He’ll lay siege to all Japan, perhaps even the world. Sukuna mentions how the golden age of demons will begin once again.

You begin crying, but you can’t even tell if it’s from the overstimulation, the shame of letting him use you like this, or the guilt of bringing such a horrifying demon back to Earth. With one more rough thrust, you come undone again for the third time during the night. Sukuna follows right after you, pumping you full of his cum. There’s so much that you can already feel his seed leaking out of you.

Sukuna remains still, trying to catch his breath as you quietly sob against his chest. The demon rubs your head with surprising tenderness.

“Don’t worry, pet. I promise I’ll spare you,” Sukuna says. “You’re mine now. No one else will ever touch you again.”

You hiccup through your tears as Sukuna’s words fill you with dread. It’s all your fault. He’s going to be reborn at full power and wipe out human civilization because of you. The guilt tears at your heart.

What have you done?

Sukuna can already feel his power returning to him. It’s only a matter of time before he’ll be unstoppable. Perhaps a couple of more days of indulging himself with your body will get the job done. He rubs your back, feeling how your sobs rack your body. Your tears only amuse him. Just another sign of how weak humans really are.

“Get ready for the new age, pet. And it’s all thanks to you.”

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ephemeral-sorrow · 3 years ago

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experiencing jealousy towards you [twelve]

in spite of always trying to see the bright side of numerous matters in life, twelve is actually pretty insecure when it comes to his soul.

his blazing smile and lively twinkling eyes have always been a façade for those around him, as he was concealing his true feelings and worries from the outside world, fearing that it will shatter him, shall he be careless in letting someone peek into his dark heart.

that being said, you must have been… special. so undeniably and truly important for twelve to open up and allow you to take place in the deepest part of his being. so deep that, in fact, he wouldn`t be able to rip you out, no matter how much he strained against the better judgement.

the venomous, spiky roots of jealousy will effortlessly slither their way through his chest. they will burn him alive from inside out, but twelve won`t drop the facetious smile resting on his glued lips. the mere assumption that you might turn your back on him for someone better, more stable, more reliable, someone normal destroys him like a time bomb.

he will keep the mood light and fun, not wanting to ruin your day with overbearing questions and anything that will make you uncomfortable. the last thing he wants is for both of you to become distant and lose an intimate deep connection you share.

he will forever stay faithful to you and support the decisions you make, regardless of him internally approving or not, because he respects and values your opinion; if you told him not to offend or hold a grudge against the said person, he would relent, albeit reluctantly, as his concern and possessiveness increase tenfold. however, twelve would not hesitate to use force to protect you. he will go as far as risk his own safety to ensure no harm is coming your way, ask nine to check up the information about the person and lord forgive them if they turn out to be some scumbag, that dared to rest their filthy hands on you.

as for the physical aspect, twelve will touch you often: be it him holding your hand, supporting you by the small of your back in a respectful manner or caringly tucking the strand of hair behind your ear as a poor attempt to cover up his longing to gently caress your cheek with his warm fingertips. on the rare occasion, when despair cracks his pained heart open, he may surprise you with an impulsive hug. his thin arms hold you with unseen passion and strength, as if afraid you might disappear into the void of tokyo.

“twelve…” you whisper into the outline of his collarbone, breathing in his gingery smell, unable to quiet down the frantic beating of your confused heart. the proximity sent every nerve ablaze, making your mind swirl with thoughts and emotions; the questions threatening to arise simultaneously died on your tongue. you reached your arms and carefully enwinded them around twelve’s neck, pulling your bodies closer until you felt complete.

you could`ve sworn you`ve heard him exhale shakily.

“(name), you do not spare my feelings, do you?” he attempted to laugh as cheerfully as he always did, but the sound that came out of his mouth was forced; in contradiction to his voice, a palm on your back was rubbing comforting and loving patterns. “letting him touch your face like that.”

“he kept saying i looked funny with my hair being messy…”

“he was hitting on you.” it wasn`t the fact that the guy didn’t acknowledge him that troubled twelve, but rather your blindness to such sly methods used to get a hold on you. the slightest insinuation of you possibly being hurt by some individual messed with his head.

when you kept quiet for too long, unable to work out a response out of astonishment, twelve sighed and pulled away a little, lightly gripping your shoulders and making you gaze into his languid, soft russet eyes.

“you have no idea how… worried i am that someday i won`t be near to protect you.”

#zankyou no terror #terror in resonance #twelve #twelve x reader #hisami touji #hisami touji x reader #zankyou no terror twelve #zankyou no terror nine

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tommyspeakycap · 3 years ago

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blue

chapter four

another morning, another hangover and thankfully for you, another opportunity to get drunk

The cold bites against your cheeks, painting a windswept colour against the dulled shade of your exhausted face. The sun hasn't made it into full wakefulness yet despite the fact it's after noon, clouded by the dull clouds full of rain as it begins to form streaks of light.

For that you're glad, sure that your headache would only be massively intensified by the existence of a bright winter morning. By the time you reach the door to the apartment building you opt to press the services buzzer to let you in rather than bother to fish out your key from your stuffed full jacket pockets of the nike hooded jacket that hangs haphazardly over your arm and is probably trailing along the floor behind you somehow one way or another.

You manage to stagger up the stairs in the most sophisticated way possible, avoiding tripping over your excessively heavy feet or collapsing in a heap from the dehydration and dizziness that is thumping through your skull every second. The messy shoving of your key against the door, scratching against the metal around it until it's scratched up but eventually in the key hole. You throw yourself gracelessly against the door so it swings open with you stumbling into your hallway to drop down the bags and tumble your way through to the living room where you crash down onto the couch and let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"Rough night?"

A yelp snaps out of your lips, the sudden voice having you shoot up from your position laying face first on the couch until your blurry vision falls onto John. Your mind is slow, but fast enough to clock onto the fact that you do actually have to at least pretend to look normal for the man who has somehow appeared in your apartment.

"John what the fuck?" Your voice comes out croaky, throat as dry as sandpaper that actually causes you pain to release words from. You're forced to cough to try and clear it. John frowns. "I was returning your car since you've refused to come and get it." He explains, finally turning to face you for the first time since you'd sat up. He's carrying a glass of water that nearly slips from his large hand when he see's your face. "You know I hate driving," you mutter, trying both to avoid his eyes and to not let him get onto the subject of your face.

You hardly think he'll let it go.

He hurriedly puts the glass down, rushing over to sit on the couch next to you with his face contorted in worry as his hands immediately reach for your face. "Who did this to you? What the hell happened (y/n)?" He asks firmly, gently prodding his fingers into your cheekbone and then eyebrow before smoothing his thumb under your warm eye soothingly. "No one," you shrug, "Tripped off the pavement and smashed my face off the kerb."

John frowns even deeper, a sigh parting his lips before he presses them into a firm line. "Face wasn't the only thing smashed that night, was it? You were out of it again weren't you?" He challenges, standing to go to your cupboard and see if you have any pain killers or any ice in your freezer to put over the violent black eye that has flourished across around your eye, over your eyebrow and under onto your cheekbone. "Because you should probably have seen a doctor at the time and I'm guessing you didn't if you were smashed?"

His voice sounds probably a lot more condescending than he intends it to be, but it hurts enough nonetheless. It doesn't matter how he intended it, it just really matters how it is that he said it and how he said it hurts you because you know he disapproves of the behaviour and he certainly thinks less of you for it without ever having to say so. "Just drunk," you reply, voice small and quiet in a way you try to play off as hungover and not heart shattering agony.

Maybe if he hadn't asked you to come and meet him at the Etihad and then ditched you, you wouldn't have felt the need to quench your hurt with maybe one too many vodka shots and tequila heavy cocktails. "It's no big deal, really."

“No big deal?" John snarks out on an exhale. "I texted and called you a million times (y/n) (y/l/n)! Have you ever heard of a phone? I’ve been here for an hour, i was worried sick!” He rushes out, sounding a lot more panicked that he had five minutes ago as you sink yourself back into your couch and close both of your painful eyes.

“You catch the game that was on this morning?” You call out to him as he rummages through your cupboards. John shakes his head despite the fact you can’t see him. “Well i was too busy scrolling through all the pictures i have of you trying to figure out which one i’d use for your missing persons flyer wasn't I?” He shoots back, striding back into your living room with a little packet of paracetamol and a wet cloth.

"Oh, that reminds me I've been meaning to tell you!" You quip, popping one eye open, attracting John's immediate attention as he looks over at you. "If I ever do go missing and you dare put my weight on a missing poster I'm not coming back." You explain as he joins you on the couch while dragging a blanket in behind him.

"Right." John mutters, "And here I was thinking you might have something important to say. Silly me." He snarks, making you roll your eyes.

"Don't be a dick, John."

"Duly noted." He responds.

"Good. Now you never did properly answer me when I asked how come you're here?” You query, one eyebrow quirking up to follow the question that makes John sigh. “It’s Kyle’s birthday thing remember?”

No, you had not remembered.

A long, guttural groan echoes out of your throat. “Uhgggg John do we have to go?” You proclaim, knitting your brows together as you tip your head back against the couch. “Eh, yes?” John retorts, “Now hurry up. You need to sober up, wash and Kyle wants us at the bar early.” He instructs, hearing you hug a sigh once again. “Free bar?” You flip one eye open, making John snort a laugh. “Yes, free bar. Get a move on!”

You had to stifle yawns the entire drive to the upscale events suite that Kyle’s birthday party was being held at a mere few hours after John had appeared in your flat. You’d only just dragged yourself back from a night out on the piss up and now you have to be presentable and nice to people you barely know enough to know whether you like or not. John’s fiancé was meeting him there, so while you were going to the party with him, he probably wouldn’t be by your side very long before you’d have to sit at the bar alone and get rat-arsed by yourself.

“Vodka shot please.” You smile, face strained as you raise yourself to take a seat on the barstool. “I’ll get that.”

You turn your head slowly to save the neck ache you’d probably get if you tried to turn any faster. Your eyes meet the sweetly smiling face of Rúben Dias, sliding himself onto the seat next to you with something of an awkward smile to the bartender. You could tell immediately this wasn’t the kind of scenario that he thrives in. He doesn’t seem to really do parties and he doesn’t drink. Very much the opposite of yourself.

“Having fun?” He asks sweetly, a soft glint in his shimmering brown eyes. You shrug your shoulders, gratefully accepting the shot from the bartender. “Meh. It’s all fun and games until everyone starts arguing and slash or sobering up.” You tease with a shrug, not even giving so much as a grimace when you shoot back the clear liquid and tap the shot glass down onto the bar top. “Really? They do that?” Rúben queries, tilting his head with his eyebrows raised. “Oh of course,” you smile, twisting around in your seat, “Main culprits are Kyle and Raz arguing about who’s faster. John likes to talk crap about how he’s not from Sheffield. If i’m feeling lucky i’d put money on him whipping out his passport and probably crying when Kyle starts telling people his postcode again.”

Rúben snorts, "It sounds like you speak from experience?" He tilts his head, prompting a slight smile from you. "That's because I do. It's every night out honestly." Rúben laughs slightly, his full bellow stifled by the fact you're telling jokes but you look so sad. You don’t look like someone who’s telling jokes. You don’t laugh along, nor do you jest with the full intensity John’s told him about. Rúben is the kind of person who remembers pretty much every single detail people tell him. He holds information close to him, allowing you to fill in the few blanks John left when describing you.

The England international didn’t tell him you were so beautiful.

He didn’t tell Rúben about those dimples that pop up on your cheeks with even the slightest hint of a smile, or that one of those dimples - the one on the right - disappears when you actually really smile. John failed to tell Rúben about the way the light shines in your eyes, changing the colour of them depending on the glow on the room. He didn’t tell him that they’re a unique colour, probably unmatched by anyone in the world because they are yours. John didn’t tell Rúben that the tingling in his chest beneath the thundering of his usually calm heart would be a side effect of knowing you after merely a few meetings. Rúben could never have known that his pure rage and worry would scarper up from the pits on his stomach to tint his cheeks a mild red the second he sees the deep, violent bruising across your eye and cheek.

“Some fresh air?” The centre back offers softly, holding out his hand after standing from his barstool. You nod, careful not to aggravate the pain in your head. For whatever reason that your brain doesn’t even compute, you take his hand that is offered to you instead of walking on ahead like you usually might have. Later, you’d probably blame that on your concussion, but for now you just let yourself enjoy the feeling of his large hand in yours.

Once you step out the back of the venue into the dimly lit decked patio area, Rúben immediately turns towards you. “Who did this to you?” He hurries, cupping your cheek with his cold hand. It’s breathtakingly soft and shockingly soothing. Your head instinctively rests against his hand like a puppy might do. Rúben’s heart fills to its brim with adoration and pain.

You have been so starved of love.

“Me.” You shrug, turning away from him after mere moment of allowing him to fill that gap in your heart. it aches in Rúben’s chest. You begin rummaging through your bag, hands searching for what you know is in there before dropping your bag down on a table. “Tripped and fell yesterday.” Rúben frowns, wondering what it is that you’re doing. He hears the tell tale clicking of a lighter and then you turn around with a cigarette between your lips and held by two fingers. “Did you see a doctor?” He presses carefully, mindful of the way he speaks and trying his hardest not to push you beyond your limits. But you scoff, blowing the smoke from your lungs into the air. Rúben can’t smell it fully, but he does catch the lingering scent of the strong nicotine. “You sound like John.”

Rúben senses you’re saying that as more of a bad thing than a good.

“I’m sorry,” he rescinds, “It just looks sore.”

It may be too late to salvage the conversation because it seems as though your guard is already up and John said that when your guard goes up, it doesn’t tend to come back down for a while. “It is.” You admit, “But it’s alright.” Rúben isn’t sure why you’re giving him so much leeway. Maybe John just exaggerated when he spoke about you or maybe you just trust the Portuguese defender more than John thought you would.

He doesn’t know, but he is determined not to squander this trust. He is enthralled by you, desperate for you to let him in so he can see every part of you.

He’s certain he’ll enjoy it just as much as he enjoys this little tidbits he does get to see.

“If you ice it for twenty minutes with ten minutes in between and take..how do you say? Ibuprofeno?” He furrows his brows, seemingly searching his vocabulary for the English word that has slipped his mind. “Basically the same thing here Rúben, just without the o at the end.” You smile subconsciously, eyes crinkling as he flushes a little crimson. “Yes, ibuprofen. It will make you feel better. I promise. And i will keep John busy, he gives people headaches at the best of times, you need peace.”

His kindness, even when he’s poking fun at John, just shines right out of him. You couldn’t cover it or dim it, it’s simply too everpresent. He barely knows you, really. But in all honesty, he’s been kinder to you in these few weeks than many have in your whole life. It confuses you, makes your head throb and makes you wonder what on earth you did to deserve it. Rúben wishes he could tell you that you do not have to earn love.

“I’m going to get drunk.” You announce after a break in the conversation, “If you’d like to join?”

Rúben nods his head, chewing on his lip as you display a little mini shot bottle from inside of your bag that is clean down your throat in a matter of seconds. He will join you, but in all likelihood he won’t touch a sip of alcohol. John told him last week you were in what he calls ‘self destruct mode’ for now, and the only thing there is to do is wait it out, let you do your thing and pick up the pieces at the end. Rúben doesn’t like that idea. Maybe it’s because he new to this, new to knowing you or maybe it’s because of that innate, instinctual desire to protect you, to keep you safe, that overwhelms him every time he sees you and those big beautiful agony filled eyes. He isn’t sure.

Either way, for whatever reason it is, he will stick by your side tonight, sober and careful so he can make sure that you get home safe. Self destructive or not, Rúben cannot cope with the possibility of you in pain, physical or emotional .

cigarettes and tiny liquor bottles. just what you'd expect inside her new balenciaga

#rúben dias #rúben dias x reader #rúben dias imagine #rúben dias imagines #footie fics #football fics #footballer fics #footballer imagines #football imagines

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llamagoddessofficial · 3 years ago

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Thank you @eldritch-and-tired for commissioning this lil’ /Reader piece of @megalommi‘s Sans, Baggs. I will ALWAYS be a simp for this sexyman. Enjoy!!

Tw: injections, unwilling hypnosis/mind control

...

You giggled.

The light was so pretty. Swirling, undulating, cyan and magenta warping and shifting in and out of one another in an endless hypnotising rhythm. It made you think of a funfair... spirals everywhere, from the tops of the stalls to the decorations on the rides, to the signs leading you around to those huge lollipops that tasted tooth-meltingly sweet. Happy memories, carefree, far away and non-solid but still wonderful. What were you doing? You couldn’t remember anything. You liked blue and purple, they were everywhere, all around you, such pretty colours.

Pretty, pretty...

“... there we go. easy now.”

... You didn’t realise he was even there until he (somewhat cautiously?) spoke. Your senses were just colours. The voice was odd and a bit disembodied at first but slowly, slowly, you became aware of its source- a face hovering just over you. The awareness spread to your body, too... you were bent at an odd angle with your feet just barely lifted off the floor, your back flat on a rather uncomfortable table, gravity pulling your hair and cheeks. And he... he was just a few inches over you, pinning you by one of your wrists.

...

A tight and tense, cutting smile, clear signs of stress around his face and shoulders making it obvious that this was the smile of a man on the edge and not one of any particular joy. Deep sockets, so wide they looked borderline painful, glaring down at you with so much intensity...

... You could feel his body heat. And his breath against your face. Your heartbeat, your slightly itchy nose, how tight he was holding your wrist.

“... Mh... Huh?” You said, ever-so articulately, vision spinning in the same direction as the swirls emanating from his left socket. A similar way to how the world rocked when you were dizzy... except for you, it never righted itself. It just kept spinning and spinning and spinning. Everything was so bright, as you fell under a pleasant fuzzy sensation burrowed into your chest and mind, blanketing your thoughts as if you were just in the middle of a nice dream where nothing much mattered.

“shh...”

When he gently closed his gloved fingers around something you had gripped in your pinned hand, you put up no fuss, loosening your hold and allowing him to take it... when did you pick up a scalpel? What an odd thing to have. The back of your head hurt and your knuckles felt the telltale aches of having been tense a few moments ago, even though they were now just an unwound coil like the rest of you.

... Dr. Baggs let out a long slow, breath. You could feel it against your nose and neck, he was that close... his mouth open barely a crack, the magenta hue of his tongue glinting against his fangs.

“... alright.” He said, voice silky, gentle on your thrumming ears and head, sockets easing around the edges as he calmed down. The bluish shadows of sleep deprivation under them became more apparent as the tension in the room, face and posture waned. “that’s better.”

... Yeah. You thought, relaxed and calm. It is.

... He gave you the bare minimum of personal space, leaning back and helping you to sit, lifting you with the perfect combination of gentle but firm as if he knew you’d immediately feel so dizzy when you became upright. Your hands moved up and held onto his shoulders to steady yourself- the fabric of his lab coat was surprisingly soft, it was very nice to touch.

... He was so close. Supportive but strict hands on your elbows, your knees on either side of him, he smelled like... the artificial flavouring they added candy that just wasn’t quite natural. And a specific, scented brand of antiseptic; clean and sterile and prepared.

“... well.” He hummed, reaching out of sight for something with one hand. Your forehead would bump his collarbone if you leant forward any more. His voice was so soothing and calming, especially since you were only a few inches from his clavicle... you were getting pretty close to shutting your eyes at this point, but a prick in your arm kept you from completely nodding off- you barely noticed it, too busy studying the aesthetically pleasing purple trim to his coat and enjoying the funny fuzzy sensation in your chest and temples. Oh, he suddenly had a full syringe in his hand that he was putting a cap on... where did he get that?

“i knew from the start you’d be uncooperative, but... not that kind of uncooperative.”

He held something up to your face. You opened your mouth, (wait, why am I opening my mouth...) and he quickly placed it on your tongue. You swallowed, again, without knowing why... it was like your body was following a list of instructions that you couldn’t see or hear. Someone else had taken the wheel; tugging the right strings to make the right parts of you move when they were needed.

... You didn’t think about it much. No panic, no confusion, no considering the implications. The thoughts were disconnected... just ships in the night, sailing by your muffled brain. All you could really think about was how whatever he’d given you was very strange and bitter and ew, you cringed, an odd acrid taste lingering in the back of your throat.

... Another prick in your arm. That’s weird, he keeps pricking me. Oh well. This time, you looked just in time to see him removing a now-empty syringe; he wiped where he’d poked your forearm with something very cold, then placed a little circular red band-aid over it.

...

There were six other band-aids on that forearm. Two green, three navy, one black... and now the red one.

Hm... I feel like I should be alarmed by that...

Again, all you could think about was how nice you felt right now. Dizzy, warm, safe. Like you’d had a little too much to drink, but now you were laying out in the sun with your friends... I miss the sun...

“most of my ‘patients’ are at least... consistent.” Baggs hummed, continuining to hold you carefully by the elbows, predicting your post-jab swaying. He didn’t seem to realise he was talking aloud, just a scientist observing his experiment, and you weren’t really paying enough attention to what he was actually saying- too many words to process, boooring. “uncooperative awake, uncooperative under. you’re always displaying aggression toward me... and yet as soon as you have no control, there’s an obediency so immediate it’s borderline subconscious. rather fascinating.”

Instead, you...

“... Sexy voice.”

...

“... what?”

Apparently, that was enough to finally break him out of his thoughts. You glanced up at Baggs’ face, still only a few inches away, you kept forgetting where things were around you... the cushion around your soul never wavered but for a moment there was a little blip in the swirls. A slight interruption.

“Mmmhm.”

...

... His expression sort of... well, ‘melted’ was the wrong word. It was more akin to the sun peeking out from between two clouds. The detached, observational, scientific air to him thinned and began to evaporate... revealing something a little more warm.

The razor and unfriendly edges of his smile were rounding into something organic. Perhaps even, daresay, resembling forward.

“my.” He purred. “how forward of you.”

“S’very nice. Very smooth...” Your tongue felt... eh. And your arm, where he’d poked you, was starting to itch. “And you have a nice face too... handsome man. I think so.”

...

His smile started growing even more, and he leaned back an inch or two as if to look at all of you and make sure you were really the same person he’d brought into this examination room less than an hour ago. “... oh really?”

“Yeah...” ... Your hands had been just holding onto his coat... but, spurred on by your sudden drunken confidence, you properly looped them around his neck.

... He blinked, but he only let himself appear taken aback for a moment or two. Despite how ominously his magenta eyelights glowed in his dark, shadowed sockets... you could tell he was enjoying himself, and this sudden turn of events. “i’m flattered.”

You laid your head on his chest. It was getting kinda hard to stay upright.

... Your nose scrunched.

“Funky smell, though.”

That was enough to get an actual laugh out of him- albeit shortlived, his skull cocking like a curious mirthful bird. “are you... genuinely telling me that i smell, darling?”

“Yeah. Because it’s true. You’re gremlin.”

“i’m... gremlin?”

“Mhm.”

“stars. i wish i could tell pap about this.”

Your body shifted, enough to make you lightly squeak- things were spinning so much that it took you a minute to realise Baggs had picked you up, an arm hooked under your legs and another around your back.

“you’re all done for the day, pet.” His eyelights had become a thrumming, almost amethyst colour as he looked at you, a far gentler shade of purple than his previous headache-inducing magenta. You weren’t sure what’d caused that but you weren’t complaining. You weren’t sure what’d caused him to carry you either, considering he usually just brought someone to collect his ‘patients’ for him... but, again, not complaining. “it’s time to get back to your room.”

“I feel funny.” You mumbled.

“that’s normal.”

He started walking. The halls all looked the same, as he moved through them, blending into one another... white and sterile, a few doors dotted inbetween if you were lucky but mostly just the exact same tiles and patterns and lack of anything that would clue you into the fact that people had actually (at some point) existed in this area.

“Hm... is this where you work...?”

A little chuckle. He was sounding further and further away. “yes. this is my job, dear.”

“It’s so g... ug-ly.”

“oh? you think so?” Baggs’ tone had become... light? Perhaps a little teasing.

“Jus... put up some nice posters, or something.” Your head was so heavy. Since when was it this heavy? You had to rest it against his chest, feeling that nice fabric against your cheek, hearing an equally nice humming sound from inside his ribcage. “Paint the walls. It’s so... white. Clini... ...clinicic... Calic...”

“clinical?”

“... Yeah.Tthat.”

A gloved phalange touched your arm. It was probably an attempt at a comforting gesture- stroking the skin. “good to know. i’ll make sure to pass that eloquent advice along to the decorating team.”

“Good.”

He brought you to a cell-like room. It was... vaguely familiar? A bed with one pillow, thin white sheets... some strange posters and a window with bars over it. You felt like you’d spent a long time in there, but it was impossible to think straight enough to actually muster up any memories.

Baggs laid you down on the bed, slowly, handling you like you’d fall apart at any moment. You made a little noise- it wasn’t a very soft bed... but it was good enough. And your body felt so strange and tired that any soft surface honestly was nice enough to lay down on forever.

“comfy?” He asked. Since when did he inquire if you were comfy?

“M... no. S’whatever.”

...

You peeked at him, crouched by your bed... and you reached out, pressing your inexplicably heavy finger against the top of his nasal cavity in a booping motion. You mumbled a little victorious “Silly skeleton.”

...

He took your hand in his gloved one, gently, before it could go limp and flop down. You couldn’t really make out his expression at this point.

“don’t tell the other subjects...” He murmured... he sounded amused, at least. “but i think you’ve become my favourite.”

“Course.” You shut your eyes. “I’m... m’amazing.”

“... yes. course.”

A feeling, like a kiss on your hand, before he placed it by your side.

“... go to sleep.”

...

And just like that, your body obeyed him before your head could even process what he’d said, and you were asleep.

#commissions #megalosomnia #baggs sans #not my sans #but damn #i wish i was his [pensive emoji]#i fuckin LOVE writing hypnosis if you couldnt tell hfsdkjf

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alaskasmonsters · 4 years ago

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Gentle Hands | Shigaraki Tomura

with a quirk like shigaraki’s, physical touch had never been something another person had trusted him with. the fear of what he could do proved to be too great to get close enough. everyone was scared to touch him...everyone but you.

part two

pairing: shigaraki tomura x gn!reader

w.c: 3. 223

warnings: canon-typical violence, mentions of blood, descriptions of injuries, shigs is touch-starved :c

a.n: this took me way too long to turn out like this...i seriously don’t know what happened along the way but this was meant to go an entirely different direction...idek.

Shigaraki’s room was enveloped in darkness. The only source of light coming from where you had carefully cracked the door open after several unanswered knocks. It barely illuminated the small space inside, only revealing the silhouettes and rough placement of the furniture.

You’d never been inside of Shigaraki’s room before. There had never been a reason.

As the league’s personal medical support (or nurse, something Dabi liked to refer you to) you’d mostly only talked to any of them if there was an emergency that required your help. Then they’d meet you in the “living room” (you hesitated using homey words like that in connection to the hovel the members of the league had resided in the last few months).

Not that you didn’t get along with them, but you couldn’t really say you were particularly close with any of them. Criminals liked to keep their distance. Distance meant safety, it was the first rule in the handbook basically. Shigaraki was no different. He was the most mysterious of them you’d say, even more distanced with you it seemed. Saying there was no reason to grow attached to a NPC, like you were a dog that would be returned to their rightful owner soon anyway.

It didn’t bother you much. You knew the man needed his personal space, he had his reasons to be suspicious of new people, to be hesitant to let anyone too close...they all had.

That’s the price they paid in a life like that, or maybe they had already been like this before they ever became villains.

Entering Shigaraki’s room now and without permission was probably the closest you’ve ever come to being disintegrated, you thought as you carefully peeked inside. The guilt from intruding already crawled up your stomach. You wouldn’t normally do this, but you were worried after Kurogiri had told you about an “incident” this morning.

It had left Shigaraki badly injured and hiding himself in the darkness of his own four walls, since they had returned. Kurogiri hadn’t told you any details, but you could tell whatever happened had been bad, judging by his concerned tone when he’d requested you to look after the man. He asked you to heal him even if he were to refuse and you had agreed immediately, although you doubted you’d get close enough to Shigaraki if he didn’t want it.

The darkness was thick before your eyes, you could hardly tell the difference between the bed and the rest of the room. Not even the tv’s light was burning...you had expected Shigaraki to play a game if he really were as frustrated as Kurogiri had made it sound like.

The only reason you spotted a glimpse of where the man was located was due to the way the light reflected off the white strands of his hair. He was on the ground behind his bed.

“Shigaraki?” you called his name softly, not sure if he’d already noticed you or if maybe he’d fallen asleep.

You got no answer.

“Kurogiri sent me. Can I come in?”

You waited a minute, probably longer, but when there was still no answer you let out a heavy sigh.

“I’ll take that as a “I don’t mind either way”.”

You squeezed through the small space between the frame and the door, not daring to expose the man to more of the light he seemed to be so sensitive to. At least you guessed that that was the reason he was sitting in the darkness. Maybe he was just feeling emo, Shigaraki seemed the type.

You closed the door behind you, plunging the room into darkness again. This turned out to be a bad idea, since now you were both without sight and you had to slowly and carefully approach where you remembered the bed to be. You could only speak of luck you hadn’t bumped into anything before you made contact with the bedframe, using it to navigate closer to where you suspected Shigaraki to cower at, sliding down to sit on the ground as well.

You sat in silence for a while, making sure he didn’t want you to leave after all, but Shigaraki stayed quiet, the only sign he was still next to you was the sound of his ragged breathing.

You debated what would be the best approach. Should you scoot closer? Maybe you should start with telling him Kurogiri had sent you? Or maybe you could let the two of you stay in silence for a little while?

Approaching Shigaraki when he was in a vulnerable state was similar to a wild animal that had been injured. You had to be careful about it.

“You hurt your hands,” the words slipped your mouth.

Not careful enough.

Had you seriously gone with the worst approach you could have possibly chosen? Good job, Y/n!

Shigaraki didn’t curse you out so you guessed it was fine after all. Maybe his hands were off worse than you had initially thought...

“I want to fix them, if that’s alright but i’d need a little bit of light to do so,” you explained, keeping your voice quiet and calm.

There wasn’t an answer for several minutes. You started to grow restless, thinking that maybe you had overstepped a line, maybe it was better if you left again…

Before you could though you heard a grumbling agreement, barely audible, much closer than you had expected. A second later a dim light illuminated the small room.

You had to close your eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness before you could finally look at Shigaraki, who was sitting a few feet away from you, his back leaned against the matratze of his bed.

He looked miserable, his face was lowered so he couldn’t meet your eyes and his features were hidden by the messy white locks.

But what shocked you most was his hands. He had spread his fingers, palms up, on his lap so you saw the actual damage that the attacker had done.

His palms were blood-smeared, cut open, some cuts running so deep you thought you could see parts of the bone peaking out from between the damaged skin.

You felt bile rise up your throat at the view.

It looked painful, cruel. As if someone had tried to ruin his hands in the most painful way possible.

You inched closer, eyes trained on the damage.

Shigaraki tensed up as you scooted closer and you stopped immediately, looking up into his face, making sure you didn’t overstep again.

He was still avoidant of your eyes, shrunken in on himself with his shoulders hunched. He looked like a scared child to you...

“May I?” you asked him, desperately hoping he’d say yes.

His eyes only flickered between you and his hands once before he gave a soft nod.

You carefully reached out to grab the backside of his hands, meaning to pull them closer for you to inspect. The way Shugaraki froze at your touch made you pause and you realized with dread that you had forgotten to ask if it was okay to touch him. He must be in pain, of course he was.

You quickly removed your hands again, giving him a concerned look.

“I’m sorry Shigaraki-kun, did i hurt you?”

He frowned at your question, eyes quickly jumping between your expression and your hands just inches beneath his, waiting to reach out again if he’d allowed it.

He seemed conflicted for a second, but then he shook his head.

You chose not to question it, only giving a soft nod in response before reaching out again. This time you gently wrapped your fingers around his wrists instead, drawing his hands closer so you could inspect them better.

The light was still too dim to see the most gruesome parts of the injury, but even without it you could easily get an idea of what had occured.

The wounds were too deep, the blood that came out of the slashes in a dark flow...this wasn’t caused by a normal knife. Rather by another person’s quirk, one related to mutilation because how else would you describe the cruelty of the wounds inflicted.

It probably made it impossible to heal by itself, too.

Whoever did this had wanted to make Shigaraki’s quirk absolutely useless, damaging his hands beyond repair in the most cruel way.

And while you did know he’d caused a lot of pain with those hands, the idea someone had tried to mutilate them made you sick to your stomach.

You let out a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down as you leaned down to hover just above Shigaraki’s hands.

Thankfully the league of villains had you and your quirk, seeing as you could heal almost everything, as long as the wound was still fresh and cells weren’t too damaged to manipulate.

Dabi had been the one to introduce you since he’d found you years before when you first started helping him with his unfit quirk. You weren’t a villain, only by association, but you’d always had a soft spot for difficult cases. You hadn’t been able to heal his scars then, since the cells were already dead and the injuries were old and your quirk wouldn’t let you revive anything. But you’d suggested to take care of all the newer wounds

Now you were working with the league of villains or maybe helped out was a better way to phrase it, considering the only method of payment you’d receive was fast food.

You focused your attention on Shigaraki’s injuries, leaning even closer to be able to see everything up close. It was necessary to use your quirk appropriately.

“Ready?” you asked, eyes searching for Shigaraki.

They were wide and attentive. He looked nervous if you had to guess, although he would have denied it if you had asked.

He gave you a nod and you smiled at him, giving his wrists a reassuring squeeze. You decided to ignore the way his eyebrows knit together at the gesture. You imagined he didn’t like touch very much.

You shift your attention to his left palm first, removing your hand from where they had gripped the man’s wrist to let it hover over the injured skin. The tell-tale sign of buzzing spread through your skin as you focused all your senses on the damage you’d been inspecting.

The sight of the cuts running oh so deep, the smell of iron stinging your nose, the feeling of broken and ruined skin and bones and muscles.

A green light, slowly growing brighter and bigger, more intense in color too formed and enveloped your hand. Your fingers inching closer and closer to the bloodied and ripped skin. Just right before your hand would touch his you stopped, the light now extending until it was enveloping his hand as well.

Shigaraki’s fingers twitched, his wrist tensed under your touch. You pressed down on the juncture to reassure him you’d hurry up.

You watched his skin pulling bac, his hands shaking a little when you concentrated on repairing the muscles that have been torn apart before.

It was a slow process, you knew that. You were known for officiency not speed, after all. And you were aware it hurt, probably just as terrible as when the blade had ripped through his skin in the first place. Regenerating injuries like this would usually take weeks and months, a dozen operations and it still would never go back to the way it once was. Doing it your way, basically forcing the cells to regenerate, speeding up the natural process and enhancing it...it took energy from both you and him.

His breathing was ragged, his arm was shaking in your grip, more intense than before and you hated it, hated knowing he was hurting and you couldn’t do anything to make the process go smoother for him, make it hurt any less.

All you could think of was running your thumb over the inside of his wrists, trying to reassure him like that. Trying to signal him that it would be over soon.

You didn’t know if it helped but you certainly felt his body freeze up for a moment. Maybe that was just because of the procedure though.

You watched the skin grow over again, slowly, and leave behind a slightly bloodied but smooth skinned palm. Shigaraki sank back into his seat, letting out a small huff as the pain stopped.

You took the time to inspect his palm, letting your fingers glide over the smooth skin and noting how it all seemed to be back to how they were originally with joy.

“Does your left hand feel okay? Flex your fingers a little.”

When he stayed still you looked up, Shigaraki’s gaze already focused on your face. There was something unreadable in the way he looked at you. He almost looked confused.

You bit your lip, glancing between his hands and his face as dread slowly rose in your stomach.

“You can flex your fingers...right?” you asked nervously.

What if you made a mistake? What if you messed up with his muscles?

Shigaraki’s finger twitched, before he bent them. Spreading them apart before creating a fist. You quickly pulled your hand away to leave him the room to move around a little, returning to tap his skin once more when you saw he was done.

“You feel that?” you asked, less nervous now that you knew that he could still move it.

The only answer you got was a grunt but that’s all you needed.

You moved on to his right hand then. Clasping his wrist with one hand to stabilize him and raising your other just above his palm. You repeated the procedure once more, green light enveloping both your hands as your face was set into a deep frown of concentration.

You stroked his wrist with your thumb once more as soon as you felt Shigaraki tense up again.

He was trembling even harder this time and you couldn’t tell if it was only because he was already exhausted or because this hand had been through more damage.

All you could feel was that the level of damage must be similar, the time it took you to fix the connections of the muscles felt about the same. Then his skin grew over slowly.

You repeated your check up, smoothing your fingers over the skin of his palm and telling him to flex his fingers. He reacted quicker this time, clenching and unclenching his fist a few times.

You gave his wrist a last squeeze before you let go, satisfied and happy you’d done a good job. Of course you wouldn’t know for sure until a few days later when Shigaraki was able to tell you if his hands were giving him any problems. But for now Shigaraki looked a lot better.

His pale face had filled with a little bit of color again, although his eyes were weirdly unfocused as he lowered his head to inspect his hands. You watched him in confusion, as he flexed his fingers again. Wasn’t he sure if you’ve done a good job? Did he feel pain?

“Is everything alright? Wait, lemme see again.”

You leaned forward, softly gripping his hands to pull them closer to inspect once more. Shigaraki froze up at the contact again and you frowned when you saw that the skin was all smooth and fixed, giving no reason for the man to act so tensed up.

You searched his eyes, only finding him already staring at you with an undefinable look in his eyes. You were just about to open your mouth to ask him about it. Not necessarily why he was acting so weirdly, but more specifically what haunted him.

Before you could do that, he surprised you with pulling his hands back before opening his palms which were facing upwards.

You watched in confusion.

He stretched his fingers, raising his hand upwards. The motion made you cock your head to the side. He was looking at you with narrowed eyes, clearly expecting something from you. Thinking you knew what he tried to ask of you you placed your hand on top of his, noticing him spreading his thumb apart to not touch you with all five of his fingers.

Shigaraki searched your face for a reaction but you didn’t know what kind of reaction that was supposed to be.

“I knew you were kinda crazy but that’s another level.”

“Excuse me?” you gaped at him.

“Only a crazy person wouldn’t be afraid to touch me.”

Gears started turning in your head and your cheeks heated up at the realization that that had been the reason why he’d frozen up. He wasn’t used to touch. He had been probably overwhelmed having your hands all over him.

“Oh...I guess I trust you wouldn’t disintegrate my hands.”

He raised an eyebrow at you.

“I’m useful aren’t i? Maybe I'd be more worried about a foot or knee cap but I kinda need my hands for the healing.”

He hummed in agreement, seemingly satisfied knowing you weren’t a total moron.

Although to be quite honest you weren’t so sure if you’d flinch from his touch even if it was directed towards your face. You didn’t know if you had it in you to mistrust him. When it had come to this point you didn’t know, somewhere along the way you had just stopped questioning your growing positive feelings towards the leader of the league of villains (and the other members as well).

Sometimes you liked to think both of you had mutual respect for each other. Enough to not randomly disintegrate the other person, that was.

“I’m sorry i made you uncomfortable, though. I should have asked beforehand.”

He snorted, fingers flexing under your grip, bending to run them over the palms of your hand.

“I don’t mind,” he muttered.

You didn’t think it was all he had wanted to say, but whatever else tried to leave his mouth was held back by Shigaraki biting his lip. You didn’t question it.

The man continued exploring your skin and you spread your fingers a little wider to give him more access. It was fascinating to you, how curiously he was exploring your skin, like a small child eager to experience new sensations. He had cocked his head to the side, eyeing you from beneath his hair, calculating, waiting.

He reached for your hand and you let him. Let him grip and turn it, until he could easily intertwine his fingers with yours, hesitant and careful to touch you, mindful to spread his pinky to not touch your skin.

You felt your cheeks heat up at the gesture, curiously glancing up at the man that was so hesistant with physical touch usually.

“Shigaraki-kun?”

He shook his head, eyes focused on your hands

“Tomura.”

You smiled, surprised but satisfied for some reason.

“Tomura,” you whispered, closing your grip around his hands.

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Baby Steps (A Good Man)

A/N: Hello my sunshines! I’m back with another little installment of the AGM ‘verse with our favorite Javi and Dulzura! I love them so much and I’m glad y’all do too! I hope you guys enjoy! As always, comments and feedback are welcome, and if you’d like to be tagged let me know! Xx

*can be read as a standalone or part of the ‘verse as a whole*

Pairing: Professor! Javi x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: language, pregnant!reader

A GOOD MAN ‘VERSE MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST

JAVIER MASTERLIST

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“Mrs. Peña?” the sound of your name still surprised you, despite the fact that the students had been calling you for several months now. A grin worked its way onto your face as you looked at the young boy who was watching you with wide, eager eyes. Putting your pen down, you motioned for him to continue, “will you come outside and play with us?”

“You want me to hang out with you guys?” you almost laughed at the idea that any kid deemed you worthy of spending time with them, “I thought teachers were lame, Mikey?”

“Some of them, but not all of them! You’re pretty cool,” he smiled and displayed his toothy grin. How were you supposed to say no to him? You nodded and stood up, taking the hand he was holding out to you, “besides we’re playing kickball and we need one more person!!”

“I should have known you were just using me for my exceptional skills,” you pretended to be hurt as he pulled out of the building and into the playground, where the sun was shining brightly.

Normally, you’d have turned him down, opting to get some work done during the lunch period, but decided you might as well indulge him and yourself. You really enjoyed the kids you had this year, and it was a gorgeous early spring day.

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Turns out, kickball with a bunch of seven and eight year olds was not as simple as it seemed. They seemed to come up with all sorts of nonsense rules, and on top of it all, they happened to be extremely competitive. And yet...you were thoroughly enjoying yourself - and glad you had opted to wear jeans today instead of a skirt or dress. Javi had been particularly fond of the tight, high-waisted jeans that hugged you in all the right places, getting very handsy before you both had to leave for work. Typical Javier; not that you minded of course.

“Come on, give us a good one, Mrs. P!” Mikey yelled at the top of his small lungs as you proceeded to kick the ball that was rolled at you. You offered up a firm kick, but not one you would have used if you’d been playing with only adults. Taking unfair advantage was something you definitely didn’t want to do.

As soon as your foot made contact with the red rubber ball, you watched it whistle through the air before running to the first base. But...it was over before it started as you ran and then immediately proceeded to trip over your slightly untied shoelaces. You made contact with the hard earth before you knew and rolled your ankle in the process.

You landed with a mixture of an annoyed sigh and a loud oof as you chided yourself. You should have made sure they were properly tied before doing anything. The kids clambered around you, faces anxious as they tried to make sure you were okay. Physically you were sure you’d be just fine, but mentally your pride was wounded. Oh, to make a fool of yourself in front of a bunch of children.

“I’m alright,” you promised as you slowly rose to your feet; an instant tinge of pain shot through your ankle and leg as you almost lost your balance again. Maybe you were hurt… “it’s alright - you guys go back to playing and I’m going to go back to the classroom and sit for a moment. I might have twisted my ankle.”

They nodded, but gave you wary looks as you hobbled back inside the building. You should have remained the umpire and refused to play; you were obviously not coordinated enough for any of this. Slumping back in your chair, you rolled up your pant leg and hissed at the sight of the already swollen ankle. Shit.

“You’d better get that checked out,” Anna, one of the teachers from across the hall looked at you with a pained expression, “looks painful.”

“Nothing some rest and elevation won’t fix,” you insisted as you slumped against the back of the chair, “I’m too old for this! When did I become an adult?"

“Hey, at least they think you’re cool,” she huffed playfully, “they never ask me to play! But seriously, that looks pretty bad. And it happened at work, you know how they get about stuff like that.”

“Fineeee,” you groaned, “I’ll go to the school nurse.”

“I would recommend an actual urgent care or ER visit,” she raised an eyebrow, “besides, you know how Javi gets - he'll flay us all if he thought we weren’t looking out for you.”

“He’s...something else.”

“He’s amazing,” she reminded as you nodded in agreement. For how much of a worrywart he could be, you knew it was all out of love, “now go and get it checked out. I’ll handle getting the sub in and telling everyone. You have enough to worry about. Can you make it okay, or will you need a ride? Should I call Javi?”

“I can drive myself,” you promised, thankful it happened to your left foot and not the right, “I’m not going to bother my darling, overprotective husband just yet. Not until I can confirm that nothing is actually wrong. I don’t want him to stress over nothing, and I’m sure by the time he gets home tonight he’ll just be laughing at me and my clumsiness!”

“Alright,” Anna grabbed your purse and handed it to you, as you managed to slink out of the chair, “go get checked out and feel better. If you need anything at all, just call me.”

“Thanks for all of your help,” you hobbled towards the door, trying to keep as much weight off of your foot as possible, as Anna grimaced at you, “I swear it’s not that bad - worse than it looks.”

“Sure, sure,” she disagreed politely, “now quit stalling and go get help!”

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The white walls and bright lights of the exam room were enough to rattle your nerves, even if just ever so lightly. You sat on the examination bed and tried to keep yourself calm as you waited for the nurse to come back and begin examining you. Nothing but the distant sounds of people outside and the tick-tock of the aging clock met your ears. You almost wish you’d called Javier just to have some company. Shit.

“Mrs. Peña?” a kind looking woman, maybe around Javier’s age poked her head in as you nodded, “sorry for the wait, we’re pretty busy right now. You’re here for a rolled ankle?”

“Yeah,” you answered as you relaxed at her comforting presence as she came in and sat on her rolling stool, eyes immediately dropping your swollen and irritated ankle, “I was playing with my kids outside - kickball - and then tripped over my own damn feet and ta da!”

“Were you at home when this happened? Playing with your kids?”

“Oh no, I’m a teacher,” you quickly explained, a warm flush rising up your cheeks at the thought of children, “it was on their lunch break at school. I-I don’t have any children of my own.”

You weren’t sure why you felt the need to offer up a clarifying statement.

“I see,” she made a few notes before turning back to you, “it looks pretty bad, to be quite frank. I’m going to assume it wasn’t a break, a sprain rather, from how you’re managing, but we’ll need to do some x-rays to confirm. We’ll do your blood work as well just to make sure everything is in order. Before we do x-rays or anything - are you pregnant?”

“No,” you admitted, looking at your feet as you tried not to sigh. It had been on your mind recently, and you weren’t sure quite what to make of your own feelings on the matter. While you hadn't been actively trying, you couldn't help but wonder if it would ever happen.

“Any chance you could be?”

“Umm,” you twiddled your thumbs as you shrugged your shoulders, “I-I suppose. I’m not on birth control and my husband and I don’t use protection...we’ve been trying but not trying if that makes sense? But my cycle’s been regular so I highly doubt it.”

“Okay,” the scratching of her pen on paper was almost maddening as she was making notes and you just sat there. You could curse yourself for babbling on to her, but you couldn’t really help it. Besides, it’d be better for them to know all the details if they were going to x-ray and poke and prod you, “very good. Let me just go get everything and we’ll get started and a better look at everything. We’ll have you set and on your way in no time.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

“Here you go,” you scratched Stevie’s ears as you offered him a treat, a scrap of carrot from the vegetables you were chopping up for dinner, “what do you think, buddy? Should we tell him tonight?”

“Should we tell who and what tonight?” Javi’s voice startled you so much that you almost dropped your knife. You hadn’t even heard him come in, ever the sneaky DEA agent as he walked into the kitchen. A smile was on his face as he came over to you and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “hi baby.”

“J-Javi,” you couldn’t help but melt into his touch, despite his surprise arrival, “you’re home!”

“Oh very observant of you, Dulzura,” he teased as he pulled back and started to undo his tie. It was only then that he noticed you weren’t wearing what you had earlier in the day; you were in one of his sweaters and a pair of joggers and… “what the hell happened to your ankle?!”

There it was - Javier switching into overdrive. You put everything down on the counter and turned to him, putting on your most innocent and sheepish expression. His large, warm hands found your face as he looked you over to make sure you were okay.

“It’s nothing, Javi,” you promised him, “I swear it. It’s just a bad sprain, but I went and had it looked at and they wrapped it and gave me pain killers. It’s umm...a stupid little story actually…”

“What happened?” he bent down and reached out to tentatively and delicately cheek the binding to make sure the nurse had properly tended to your sprain. He made a small sound of disgruntled satisfaction before standing up and waiting for a proper explanation, “why didn’t you call me?”

“I didn’t want to worry you, Javier,” you promised as he crossed his arms over his broad but acquiesced with a nod, “you’re so busy, and honestly, it wasn’t a big deal at all. Besides, Anna was ready to call you immediately, but I told her not to worry. All that happened was that I was outside with the kids and we were playing kickball and I tried over my laces, fell, and twisted my ankle. It hurts, but no fracture or anything.”

Javier’s lips twitched as he tried not to laugh, his shoulders shaking with effort as he just studied you, “are you....are you serious, Dulzura?”

“Don’t laugh at me!” you pouted as he started laughing at your dismal nod when you confirmed that that was what actually happened, “they thought I was cool and how was I supposed to say no to them!? I’m the cool teacher to them!”

“And look what that got you,” he snickered as you sighed heavily, “I’m sorry - I’m sorry. As long as you’re okay, that’s what matters. Whatever you need, just tell me the word and I’ll make sure you have it. I’ll take good care of you, Dulzura.”

“I know you will...you always do,” your heart raced as you tried to decide whether or not to tell him the rest of your revelations. But then he looked at you with those eyes, those soft brown, gentle eyes, and your heart melted. He gently pulled you into his arms as he kissed you again, chasing after your soft, sweet lips with his own, seemingly never able to get enough of you, “Javier, I love you.”

“I love you too,” you felt him smile against your lips, “what’s brought on your sudden declaration of love, mi alma?”

“I...I’m pregnant,” you blurted it out without even really thinking about it. Javier pulled back as a surprised expression crossed his features. He looked at you, seemingly in a state of shock, before opening and closing his mouth a few times, “Javi?”

“You’re pregnant?” he repeated as you nodded. It took about a moment for everything to finally come full circle as he finally realized what you had said. Immediately, an overwhelming wave of emotion came over you as you felt the back of your eyes start to sting with tears. He grabbed your face and slowly crashed his lips back onto yours and kissed deeply and slowly, “holy shit.”

“I know,” you beamed at him, “they asked before they did x-rays and blood work and then well...they discovered I was pregnant. I had no clue and then they told me and yeah - holy shit."

“That’s amazing,” he said softly, “pregnant....”

“I know,” you breathed him in and ran a hand through his dark curls, “I’m not far along, only like six weeks, so it’s still very early, but yes. We’re finally having a baby, Javier!

“I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you,” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around and held you in a tight embrace, “I love you so much.”

“You deserve this - everything. You are such a good man, Javier, and I am so honored to call you my husband, and the father of my child,” he almost melted under your praise as you traced along his features before resting your hand on his cheek, “I love you, Javi. I am so excited for this.”

“Me too,” he agreed, “this is everything - you are everything.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

3 months pregnant

“Dulzura?” Javier yawned as he wiped the sleep from his eyes as he got up and found you in the kitchen, peering into the fridge. You were in the mood for...something. You just weren’t sure what that something was. Everything sounded good but nothing seemed to satiate that craving you had deep within, “what are you doing up?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” you admitted, hoping you hadn’t woken him up by accident, “and I got hungry. I’m sorry if I woke you, my love. Go back to bed, Javier.”

“It’s fine,” he insisted as he shuffled into the kitchen and slowly pried you away from the fridge, “sit down, and let me make you something to eat. What sounds good?”

“Javier,” you did as he asked, padding over to the other side of the counter and taking a seat at the bar. You rested your head on your hands as he stifled a yawn, "honey, go back to bed. You're exhausted and you've got back to back classes tomorrow."

"They start in the late morning," he insisted, with a sleepy nod as you just laughed at him. He was such a stubborn man sometimes it drove you crazy - but you knew it came from a place of love and concern, "don't sleep well without you anyways. 's better when you're there."

"Oh, my sweet husband," he reached into the fridge and pulled out some cheese, butter, and your favorite pickled jalapeños. You watched in curiosity as he went to the bread box and grabbed the fresh loaf of bread you'd purchased earlier at the store, "grilled cheese?"

"Grilled cheese with jalapeños," he corrected, a lazy smile tugged up the corners of his mouth. You made a small sound of musing as you realized it didn't sound too bad at all, "and tomato soup, naturally. How does that sound?"

"Sounds delicious," you grinned eagerly as you leaned in to watch him work. You made a small sound of surprise as your stomach rumbled loudly. Apparently you were hungrier than you had thought, "apparently, my stomach and I agree. I think its your daughter that agrees."

At the mention of your baby, Javier paused and smiled, his eyes flitting to your barely visible bump. Some days he still couldn't believe that you were having a baby. You were his wife. What a wild world it was indeed; years ago he'd never dreamed he would have all of this. The Javier that once existed and refused to believe that there was any light in the world could never have pictured any of this.

But here you were. Continually proving him wrong. And he loved it all.

"Wait - how do you know we're having a girl?" he asked, suddenly wide awake as he raised an eyebrow at you, "I thought we still need to wait another month or so."

"We do," you grinned at him, "but I just know. I'm sure of it!"

"Well, you do have a fifty-fifty chance of being right…"

"I have a hundred percent chance of being right," you insisted as you reached over the counter and grabbed the jar of pickled jalapeños and fished a few out, and popped them into your mouth, "don't argue with your pregnant wife, Javier Peña. You of all people should know not to cross someone so dangerous."

He snorted with laughter, suddenly feeling much more awake as he sliced up cheese and turned on the stove, "and if we end up having a son?"

"Then we keep having more until we have a daughter and I am proven right," you plastered on a sweet smile, knowing it would wind him up. You'd never really discussed how many children you wanted or planned on having. It was just a sort of...whatever happens happens type thing. But, if you were being honest, you'd probably have given Javier as many children as he wanted. Your husband fell silent as he watched you for a moment before taking the jar away from, "nothing to add? Silence isn't like you, my love."

"We can have as many as you'd like," he promised, "you're the one doing all the hard work. If you're done after one, then it's fine for me. You already amaze me every day."

"Don't make me cry, Javier," your whole body soaked in the warmth and love from his simple words, "its getting really easy at this point, and you're taking advantage!"

"Sorry," he shot you a wink before leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to your lips, "back to business."

"Hmm," you mused quietly, "I thought kissing me was business."

"I thought you were hungry?"

"Fine," you playfully huffed as he carried on cooking, "Javi?"

"Dulzura?"

"I love you," you beamed at him, the little smile that worked its way onto his face take your breath away - as it always had.

"I love you."

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6 months pregnant

A huff escaped your lips as you tried to reach for the socks and underwear that had fallen out of the laundry basket. It was no easy feat when you couldn’t see your own feet anymore. But you were determined to get everything up and off the floor as you walked back towards your bedroom to put away the clean clothes. And you weren’t about to give up and ask for help - not yet anyway.

Instead, you opted to awkwardly lower yourself to the floor in order to blindly grab for the discarded items. But it was no use...this was almost harder.

“You alright, Dulzura?” Javier came in and found you struggling, cleaning his dirty hands off on a rag. He’d been working outside, getting the garden spruced up as the summer slowly came to an end, “can’t reach?”

“I can,” you stuck your tongue out at him as he huffed with laughter, but motioned for you to go on. Wanting to prove that you were right, and weren’t completely helpless after all. It hadn’t been easy having to give up a lot of the things you used to be able to do with ease as you progressed in your pregnancy. The fact that none of your pants would fit over your belly anymore had been a point of horror for you - it meant you were truly and actually pregnant, you were actually having a baby. You’d always known, but that had been what made it all extremely real. Every day you got closer and closer to your due date, it all became a little more real. Exciting - but terrifying.

Not being able to see your feet had been another blow. You could hardly get proper shoes on anymore, opting for easy slide ons, which were great for the warmth of summer and didn’t matter since you were on summer break along with your kids. It was almost as though Javier could sense your frustration, and he’d often silently help you with getting your shoes on in the morning. He never said a word, knowing he didn’t have to. He always told you he loved you in so many ways, often without saying it.

You tried to again, dangling your hand along on the floor as you tried again. After watching you struggle for a moment, Javier came over and grabbed everything in one foul swoop before taking your hand in his and helping you upright.

“Hey,” you pouted at him as he put the items back into your basket, “I almost had it!”

“I know,” he kissed the tip of your nose, “but I wanted to help. Why can I not help my gorgeous wife?”

“Your very pregnant and easily frustrated wife?” you teased as you started to walk towards the bedroom. He followed after you, swatting at your bum as you squealed in delight, “Javier!”

“Come on, mi alma,” he grinned, “let me help put everything away.”

“If I let you help, you’re just going to take me to bed and then I’ll have to wash the sheets again!”

“I’ve never heard a single complaint from you before,” as you set the basket on the dresser, he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist before settling a hand on your belly and gently rubbing it a few times. He pressed a few kisses to the side of your neck as you tilted your head to give him easier access, “there we go, Dulzura. Just like you like it.”

“You’re the worst,” you teased as you turned your head to kiss him, “you’re lucky I love you. And I’m seemingly always in the mood right now - they really weren’t kidding about pregnancy making you more horny. Although, I’ve never heard a single complaint from you before.”

“And you never will,” he promised, his low in your ear as you tried not to completely let your mind wander too far away, “do you have any plans for this afternoon, Dulzura?”

“N-no,” you managed to choke out as one of his hands skimmed along the waistband of your leggings. You knew exactly where this was going, and you were loath to stop him, especially as he slowly kept kissing you.

“Good,” he rasped, “because I have plans for you. Been thinking about you all day, especially in these tight leggings. You knew exactly what you were doing, didn’t you honey?”

“Uh huh,” you agreed as his warm hand slipped inside and a shiver ran up your spine, “Javier. Please.”

“Don’t worry, mi alma,” he captured your gasp in a sweet kiss, “I’ll take good care of you.”

The laundry could definitely wait.

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9 months pregnant

It was an early, chilling morning as you sipped on some tea as you sat out in the garden. It was probably too cold to be sitting outside, but you were handled up in blankets and didn't care.

Christmas was a few weeks away and you enjoyed peeking into the neighbor's yards to see what they all had going on for decorations.

"Are you sure you don't want to come inside?" Javier poked his head out from the sliding screen door, his brow furrowed in concentration, "its freezing! And I have breakfast!"

"I've got blankets and a baby keeping me warm," you reminded him, pointing at your large belly. You were due in a couple of weeks; how time had flown. He jokingly frowned at you, sticking out his tongue. Playfully rolling your eyes, you clambered to your feet and waddled over to him, "fine, hold on you big baby. This is because I want breakfast."

Javier was on his winter break from teaching and you were on maternity leave now and you definitely didn't mind having him around all the time. If you could have always had it this way, you definitely wouldn't have minded.

"I'm just looking out for you," he insisted with a pout as you pressed a kiss to his lips, "I talked to Papà. He's really excited to come in a few weeks - more like excited to meet his grandbaby."

"I'm not complaining at all," you insisted, knowing there would be many sleepless nights and chaotic days ahead of you, "we'll need all the help we can get. Hell, maybe we can convince Steve and Connie to come and visit too…"

"I'm sure we'll have all the help in the world between our families and friends, Dulzura," he promised as he took your hand and pulled you into the warm kitchen, putting a plate of breakfast for you on the counter, "I'm sure we'll get sick of having so many people around."

"I guess we'll just have to wait and see," you took a bite and smiled as Stevie laid by your feet. The whole house was warm and cozy, perfectly decorated for Christmas, with a huge tree and already lots of presents. Javier had really outdone himself this year, seemingly more in the Christmas spirit than you. Honestly, you were feeling a little bit out of it - being so pregnant would do that to you.

You watched your husband for a few moments, admiring his profile and lazy smile. Gods, you were still so in love with him. He felt you watching him closely, and turned to you, cooking a dark brow, "what's on your mind, mi alma?"

"Nothing much," you shrugged lightly, feeling a flush of warmth was over you at him catching you, "just thinking about how I love you, and how I'm glad you're here with me, that you knocked me up, and yeah. Are you…are you nervous Javi?"

"About the baby?"

"No, about the Astros' odds next season," you snorted as he groaned at your joke, "of course the baby. I'm just...so nervous. Like I feel ready to meet her, but I'm so scared that I'll fuck it up somehow."

"You still think its a girl?"

"Positive," you grinned at him - you'd decided not to find out the sex ahead of time, leaving it a surprise for both of you. You were still convinced it was a girl, Javier was undecided, "we'll find out soon enough!"

"Either way," he brought his plate and sat down next to you, "everything will be alright. You're going to be an amazing mother, Dulzura. You are everything."

"I love you, Javier," you beamed as he gently put a hand on your belly, "I know it'll be alright, but holy shit - I'm so nervous. Its getting so real lately. We're going to be parents."

"Parents," he repeated, "fuck."

"Who would have thought-" you were quickly cut off when you felt the baby flutter round. A small sound of surprise left your lips as you grabbed Javier's hand and placed it on your belly, "she's telling you not to curse."

He was silent for a moment as a smile spread on his features; despite having felt this many times by now, it still continued to surprise him. He couldn't even imagine how it felt for you, "this is...everything."

"I realized I didn't know what to get you for Christmas so I got you a baby instead," you don't know why it came to mind, but as soon as the words left your lips you brought into a fit of laughter - Javier joined in, a brilliant sound that you adored above all.

"Best Christmas present ever," he whispered before leaning in and giving you a gentle kiss - sweet from the syrup and pancakes he had just eaten, "I mean it. I love you both more than you will ever know."

"We love you too," you grinned as he stroked your belly, "I'm glad your class was the only one available and I took it. I'm glad you were a grumpy professor that let me into his office - I was able to work my magic and look where that got us."

He threw his back with laughter, his dark curls shining brilliantly in the light as his eyes crinkled in the corners. You'd never been more glad for subjecting yourself to his class.

"Me too," he whispered as he put a hand on your cheek, "you always were a stubborn thing."

"Some things never change," you stuck your tongue out at him, "I trust your daughter will be the same!"

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You were humming to yourself as you shuffled around the kitchen and tried to put together a mid afternoon snack when you felt an odd sensation in your lower belly. It caused you to drop the knife on the counter as you held onto the marble and gritted your teeth. Stevie was at your feet in an instant, looking at you with concern.

"Its okay, buddy," you reassured him as the pain passed. Surely it couldn't have been anything too bad...probably just an end of pregnancy pain. Sighing at your nonsense worry, you reached for the knife again but before you reached it, the pain was back, "never mind, shit shit shit."

Trying to keep yourself calm, you leaned against the counter and tried to even your breathing. Contractions. Of course. You were due in a week and you still hadn't been expecting it.

"Javier?" he was down the hall in the second bedroom that had been converted into the nursery, putting away the final touches of clothing. Before he could respond, you felt an odd sensation followed by liquid running down your legs, "Javier!"

"What's wrong, Dulzura?" he rushed down the hall and back into the kitchen, worry etched onto his features as you stood there in shock and clutched at your belly, "honey-"

"My water broke," you said meekly as you pointed to your wet pants, "and I've had a few contractions - I think the baby's coming."

"Okay," he immediately kicked into gear as he remained cool and calm, despite wanting to panic and worry along with you, "its okay. I'm going to get the hospital bag, we'll get you in the car, Stevie to the neighbor, and then we'll go and have a baby."

"You make it seem so simple," you huffed lightly as you tried to channel his inner calm demeanor, "we'll be okay, right? I-I'm scared…"

"I know, honey," he promised as he kissed the side of your head, "you've done so amazing already, it will all be okay. I'm right here, okay? I'm just going to grab your bag and the dog and we'll go. Ten minutes and we'll be on the way."

"Okay," you agreed as he practically ran down the hall to get your packed bag, "we're going to have a baby, Javi."

"Indeed we are," he agreed with a small smile as he reached for his wallet and keys and stuff for the neighbor to watch Stevie for a few days, "we're having our baby."

Holy shit.

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“You’re doing amazing, sweetheart,” Javier praised you as you squeezed his hand after another push. You groaned and gritted your teeth as you glared at him; this was absolute hell, “the baby’s almost there.”

“Shut up, Javier,” you hissed as you got ready for another push, “I am never letting you touch me again! You did this to me.”

“Hey - it was a team effort,” he reminded you in a vain attempt at a joke. Your death glare and the squeezing of his hand said it all, “sorry, Dulzura. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you said as you took a deep breath, “but right now, I’m blaming this on you.”

“Fair enough,” he said as you pushed again. He was sure his hand was going to break.

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It wasn’t much longer before you were laying back and holding the smallest bundle you could ever imagine in your arms. You were somewhere between crying tears of joy and exhaustion, as you stared at your newborn daughter in awe. Javier was sitting next to you, looking down at her, his own eyes glossy as he gently touched her cheek. She had the darkest eyes and a shock of dark hair, already taking after her father. She had come into the world squealing and crying but had fallen asleep almost as soon as Javier held her.

“I told you we were having a girl,” you teased him softly, “I was right. Look at her, Javier. That’s our daughter. We made her.”

“You did all the hard work, mi alma,” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “she’s beautiful.”

“Lucia Luna Peña,” you grinned at your husband, “it’s perfect. I love you both more than you could ever know. Javier...you really are everything to me - the best friend, best husband, and now the best father. She’s going to love the hell out of you, just like I do.”

He remained silent for a moment as he looked at the sleeping baby before looking back at you. His whole world was in his arms, and the thought of that alone was enough to overwhelm him with emotion. He’d never thought he wanted this - a “boring” job, a home, a wife, and a baby.

But here he was. And he had never felt happier, never felt more full of love and life. This was everything.

“I love you so much, Dulzura - you and Lucia,” he promised as he rested his head on top of yours, “you have given me everything, more than you know. Te quiero con todo.”

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bcdwhcre · 4 years ago

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“Fear,” Levi x Reader

Summary: where Levi’s partner is a normal citizen living behind wall Maria and he finds out it’s been overrun by Titans.

Warnings: noneeee just some angst for y’all

Levi had been out on a expeditation and even then, he had barely came back in time before wall Maria had fallen. You stayed out there in your small cottage your family owned with some land and farm animals. You had met Levi through your father when he was helping Levi out with a project they were working on and your dad was one of the old scouts that had long retired but helped from inside the wall.

After your father passed away from old age, you had stepped in and helped Levi with the remaining ideas and plans your father handed down to you. You two became a good team and one thing led to another. You two never made anything official but it was an unspoken relationship that you two shared when he would come back and visit you, staying around for hours and even days until he would have to be gone for weeks at a time to lead his cadets.

You had accepted the weird relationship, you had accepted Levi for who he was inside and out, he did the same for you. He never had a problem going over to your district and spending as much time as he could, he actually loved to do it, it was peaceful and calm to spend time on such a quiet and open farm. The land you had was far from the main town but it was definitely worth the quiet and privacy.

Once the Titans had broke a hole in the wall and led more inside, you were in town shopping for food and it was bad place, bad timing. The sudden attack had you on edge and definitely worried for your life. At one point a piece of the wall had fallen just beside you and sent you flying from the blow, the wounds on your face made it hard to breathe or see anything from the blood pouring down over your eyes.

Levi had gotten word about the attack and he didn’t hesitate to make his way over to wall Maria, ignoring Commander Erwin when he tried to make him stay. His thoughts had landed on you, reaching your farm to see it empty and surprisingly in top shape which meant you were in town where the main attack was occurring and that made his anxiety worse.

He flew through the town, watching the Titans walk around and pick up citizens, tearing their limbs apart as they screamed and pleaded for their life. He wish he was more concerned and willingly to help the citizens but he would admit that he didn’t care and he only wanted you.

It had taken a while, running around and searching and searching until his eyes had landed on you, you were in a empty alleyway, unconscious and covered in blood. He noticed that a Titan had actually noticed your body and was headed your way, even picking your body up before Levi had gotten there.

He screamed, louder than he should have but the frustration he was feeling, the hatred he felt towards the Titans was so intense that he had murdered the beast and even did a slight overkill to satisfy his needs before running to where you laid.

“Y/N? Can you hear me? Y/N?” He had repeated your name, grabbing a hold of your face and gently patting it but you stayed completely still.

For a moment Levi was convinced you were dead from the amount of blood you were covered in. His eyebrows knitted together, the rage boiling inside of him was screaming to be let out and dealt with. He wanted to go out there and murder every single one of those bastards that stepped inside the walls.

But deep down he was terrified, like the scared little boy he was when he was almost of the edge of death, starving and staying inside the same room as his dead mother. He was frozen in place, his arms holding you tightly as the tears started to sting his eyes before slipping down his cheeks that had spots of blood on them.

His shaky hand had reached down to your neck, trying to feel for a pulse and at first he couldn’t find one and that made his heart almost rip out of his chest from pounding so hard until his fingers finally felt your heartbeat, it was barely there and that had given him enough confidence to finally get off his feet and use his gear to get to safety behind the next wall.

His legs ran once he made it over, going straight to the base he had stayed at for the time being and burst through the doors like a maniac, making all the scouts turn to look at him then down at your limp body in his arms.

“There’s a heartbeat, please just help,” this was the first time Levi was pleading, he would never do so unless it was an extreme emergency and it was, you were the extreme emergency.

It had been hours, hours of you being unconscious on the bed, stitched and wrapped up perfectly fine. Levi sat by your bed, he refused to leave until you opened your eyes and the cadets were actually scared, they never seen their Captain like this, this upset, this quiet and this scared to lose someone.

Levi had never spoken about you to anyone so them seeing him in a state where he is genuinely concerned for your well being- it was shocking to the others and they left him alone for almost a day until they realized he wasn’t eating or sleeping, he couldn’t anyway, even if he wanted to.

“I brought you some coffee and breakfast, I know you said you aren’t hungry but I really need you to eat.” Hange stepped inside the room, her eyes full of pain seeing Levi this way and she glanced over at you as you slept.

She left the tray on the table, leaving once Levi didn’t bother to speak or even look at her. She knew he was in pain, he just wasn’t comfortable to speak up about it right now, not when you’re like this. His eyes trained on your body, he would admit you looked peaceful as you slept. You were still beautiful in this condition and that had made his heart hurt more.

He was afraid you would never wake up.

Finally later that day, you had stirred in the bed and that had caught Levi’s attention rather quickly. He watched your hand twitch, your fingers moving until finally your eyes had opened up then closing again from the bright light that blinded you.

A groan had left your lips, the sudden pain all rushing to your head and you opened your eyes again, looking around and your eyes landed on Levi’s.

“Hey.. Y/N..” He smiled at you, leaning over on the bed and taking your hand in his, gently squeezing it.

He released a long breath that he didn’t realize he was holding in until you woke up. All his worries had slipped away, the relief washing over him like a cold shower after a hot day. He had never been happier to see your pair of eyes until today. Of course he was always happy to see you but today.. it was different.

“Levi? What happened, what are you doing here?” You had rambled, feeling his fingers trace over the top of your hand and you relaxed, staying back against the pillows.

“Titans destroyed wall Maria, you were in the middle of it. You’re at the scouts base, for now at least.” He mumbled, the bags under his eyes evident and the tears began to sting his eyes again.

He stared at you, he felt like if he blinked- you would be gone in an instant and he couldn’t handle losing you. He had moved his hands up, caressing your cheek and stroking it with the pad of his thumb, a tear managing to slip from his eye, sliding down his cheek and you sighed, wiping the tear away.

“Hey, don’t cry, come here.” You scoot over on your bed, ignoring the pain you felt shooting through you body and pat the spot beside you.

Levi was hesitant but they were both alone and you were alive and well so he moved to lay beside you on the bed, laying on his side and facing you. His arm gently snaked around your waist and pulled your body close to his, afraid of letting go.

“I’m alive because of you, Levi.” You muttered, your eyes staying on his and your hand reaching up to brush his hair back from his face.

“I can’t stop thinking about... if I was a minute late, you would’ve been a Titans dinner.” You cracked a smile, rolling your eyes, typical Levi you thought to yourself.

“I think I would make a good meal but..” You made a smile creep on his lips, his turn to roll his eyes at your dumb joke.

“Not funny.” He whispered, getting comfortable and laying his head on your shoulder with his face buried in the crook of your neck, taking in your scent and he felt like he was in heaven, you were his heaven.

His eyes had fluttered closed, taking the moment in incase it gets ripped away. His endless thoughts always went back to what if you actually gotten eaten? How would he live on without you? A sigh slipped from his parted lips, the sadness taking over again until your lips were on his head, giving him a reassuring kiss while your small arms slipped around him, hugging his body tightly.

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” You whispered, causing him to grunt in response and you smile at his clinginess as he gripped onto you tighter.

“Better not.”

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kyberphilosopher · 3 years ago

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Eunoia

The Mantis crew decides to take a well deserved break. Word Count: 2422

Warning(s): straight fluff, short Requested: yep This can be read for a female, male, non binary, or any other reader.

Eunoia is the shortest English word containing all five main vowel graphemes. It comes from the Greek word εὔνοια, meaning "well mind" or "beautiful thinking”. It is also a rarely used medical term referring to a state of normal mental health. In rhetoric, eunoia is the goodwill a speaker cultivates between himself and his audience, a condition of receptivity. In book eight of Nicomachean Ethics, Aristotle uses the term to refer to the kind and benevolent feelings of goodwill a spouse has which form the basis for the ethical foundation of human life.

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Cal is actually not as observant as people think he is. You know because you’ve been leaning against his doorway, watching him, for about two minutes now and he hasn’t noticed a thing.

Maybe if you were in his position you’d be the same. That seems about right. He’s hunched over his desk with the lamp on bright, tinkering with something that you can only assume is for BD-1. He’s probably lost in thought. Maybe he’s dreaming of better days. Or maybe he’s just trying to figure out which wires and bolts connect to which. There’s no way to be certain from your position. He’s the mechanic, you are not.

So why have you been watching the redhead from his doorway for three minutes now? A simple answer. He is your friend, and you enjoy his company. Even when he’s not giving you attention, completely unaware to your presence in moments like this one, lost in his own world, it’s his warmth that really counts. Cal is such a relaxing bout of fresh air compared to everything else in the galaxy, in your life. It’s like being at a great party, but whether you enjoy it or not, stepping outside and tasting the air and the smell of something wonderful. Even if you had a day full of talking to people and had become burned out, talking to Cal would have been no problem at all. Maybe in a way that makes him your favorite person.

Yeah, maybe.

BD-1 jumps onto Cal’s desk. His head looks at the boys hands, cocking about as if observing. Then he meets your gaze, only to find a smile. One index finger raises to your lips, prompting the little droid to stay quiet about this, before you turn away and head towards the main part of the ship.

“Where’s Cal?” Greez gruffs upon seeing you. He’s shaking spice onto a steaming brown plate, which puts a pep in your step. Greez’s cooking always makes life better.

“In his room,” you answer. You turn from the doorway to the counter, where something hot does cause stringy, swirly puffs of air to waft upwards from a large metal container. With your back to Greez, you pull a plate for yourself and begin hulling it full of food. Some sort of rice or grain?

“Hmph, that reminds me,” the Latero begins mid-chew. “Me and Cere was talking about taking a vacation.”

“Vacation?” you scrunch your eyebrows and put the lid back on the container. “Where to?”

“The beach maybe?”

You scoff as you turn around and lean on the counter. One hand holds the plate while the other uses your index finger to prod at the mush. It smells alluring. The individual pieces of it stick to your skin. They burn and sting, but it’s so small it doesn’t bring much of a reaction. “I don’t know a lot of beaches.”

“Well, ya know,” Greez shrugs. “Just a thought.”

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It was more than just a thought. Six days later, the Mantis touches down on Scarif. But first there’s the issue of landing.

“Watch that tree,” you point, leaning over Cal’s shoulder as he co-pilots beside Greez. A second later, the ship gives a great rock and the palm tree crunches beneath it. “You weren’t watching the tree.”

“Sorry,” Cal offers sheepishly.

“What?” Greez says. He’s the one in main control of the ship. He’d never let Cal take over the whole thing. “What he do?”

“Ran over a tree,” you snort.

“Cal!” Cere scolds, turning around in her chair.

“I said I was sorry!” Cal defends.

“I’m telling the wookies what you did,” you whisper.

“Don’t,” Cal whispers back, though it’s still desperate.

The Mantis parks itself in a field of tropical emerald on the cuff of a beach. The sand is white, the waves cyan and royal blue and sloshing. There’s several beaches on the planet. All of which are very beautiful. Would be a true shame if anything were to ever happen to Scarif. It’s so different compared to so many other planets in the galaxy- not occupied by Imperial forces or scumbags.

Greez waves everybody off. Cere exits first. Cal is ahead of you, but he steps to the side and rather gentlemanly insists, “You first.”

You hum and move past him. The Scarif air hits your face with a warm breeze. It smells of salt and water and some kind of flower. The horizon goes orange and pink and salmon with the setting sun. It is... serene. It nearly knocks you off your feet. It takes his voice to realize Cal is beside you at the bottom of the ramp.

“Woah,” he offers simply, in as much awe as yourself.

“Woah,” you repeat in agreement. It’s still for a second. “Come on. Let’s join them. Or else I’ll have to cast a Jedi mind trick on you.” Your fingers wiggle up and down by Cal’s face for dramatic effect.

Cal rolls his eyes. “Shut up,” he utters with a push on your elbow, urging you forward into the sand.

Okay, so maybe you like Cal more than just a friend. But who can blame you? Things had been feeling different between you two lately. You’d always gotten along pretty smoothly. You made up for skills that Cal seemed to lack himself, and his abilities- human and nonhuman- never ceased to amaze you. He was a friend. And then, when you tended to the stab wound he’d gotten from Vader, there was a moment where you held each others eyes. After that, the joking became more constant. The little touches on the shoulders and elbows and forehead taps happened more often. And you started watching him from his doorway sometimes and... and at some point you just caught feelings.

Cal Kestis seemed to feel the same, but who could really say? No use poking that bear right now.

The sand is soft, even beneath your boots. Cere stands in front of the water, just breathing in the air. The light breeze makes her vest ripple. It’s tempting to just join her.

“Gotta say,” you hear a familiar voice say from your left and below. “We picked a nice place.”

“Maybe we should stay a while,” you joke, though you secretly hope for it, to Greez.

“Yeah,” Greez rolls his eyes. “Until this moron gets us into trouble again!”

Cal perks up. “What did I do?”

“Anybody who can lift things with their mind is gonna attract some attention, kid. You just brought it on us.”

“So true,” you jump on with a smirk to Cal.

“Alright,” Cal turns away towards the beach. You position yourself so you’re closer to him, and Greez takes the opportunity to waddle away further ahead to waves.

“Sorry for bursting your bubble, Cal,” you continue with a smug grin. “Maybe in the next life, don’t be born with force powers? Just a suggestion.”

“You think you’re so funny,” Cal tells you, though he’s smiling too. His pale green eyes spare a glance at you, thick lashes dancing on his boyish face.

Your knees bend until you collapse on your bottom in the sand. It’s so soft, it doesn’t even resist your weight. It makes way for you easily, like a blanket. “I do.”

Cal joins you in the sand quickly enough. You’re both face to face, the wind in your hair and the water at your side. It crashes every few seconds, but it’s peaceful. Some kind of bird flies overhead, and butterflies are in the forested area behind you. The light of the sunset illuminates Cal’s hair more than usual. The brightest points of his eyes are highlighted.

“He loves you,” you offer.

“You think so?”

“I am one hundred percent certain... Just don’t touch the ship.”

Cal raises his hands as if surrendering. “Understood. Hands off.”

You turn your head to the water. Greez and Cere are standing ahead, most likely having a conversation of their own. The tide carries so much of the stress your shoulders hold away from you. Everything with the holocron, the empire- it was ridiculous what living in hiding could do to a person. It’s hard to imagine how Cal did it for so long. How painful that must’ve been for him. How painful it is to imagine him in pain.

“How’s your stomach?” you decide to ask at last.

Cal tilts his head for a second. “Better.”

“Perfect?” you raise your knees to your chest and rest your arms on them.

Just then, a little whirring noise pulls both of your attentions away. BD-1 bounds down the ramp of the ship, twirling around in observance as if excited. “Hey, BD,” Cal greets. “I know, buddy. I know.” The droid places itself in Cal’s lap, still looking around at the change in scenery.

“We’ve never been able to do this before,” you tell him. “I mean, I wasn’t here for the whole adventure. But I was here after and before and... and just... we’ve never done this.”

Cal is quiet. “I haven’t either.”

You look at him.

“Taken a break. I guess time on Bracca was the closest thing.”

You smile softly. “I’m sure it was really nice.”

Cal rolls his eyes along with his head, though the corner of his chapped pink lips turn upwards. “As nice as it could be with the Empire.”

“That’s pretty nice.”

Cal and you huff a humorous puff of air in unison.

“What were you doing before the Mantis?” Cal suddenly asked.

“Oh,” you roll your eyes and wave your hand. “Not important. Don’t even worry about it.”

“Come on!” Cal shifts.

“I’m serious!” you defend. “It’s boring stuff. You wouldn’t want to hear about it. Not as interesting as the force.”

“Well anything related to you is interesting,” Cal says casually, one of his palms lifting in the air for effect as he shifts again.

Well that makes your face feel hot. Anything related to you is interesting. How often do people get to hear that? And how casually it comes out of Cal’s mouth, the shrug of his shoulders that you tie so easily to him, that’s how you know it’s honest. Not only have you heard something intimate that not many people will in their whole lives, but it was also heartfelt.

“Yeah,” you mutter, though it sounds distant and far away as you watch Cal’s eyes. He doesn’t seem to mind. Then you snap back to reality. “This is gonna be good.”

Cal watches you pop to life, standing up entirely and running towards the water. BD-1 perks up as well to watch you just in time to see your much bigger form nearly knock the Latero over. And, much to Cal’s surprise, the little droid jumps from his lap and bounds after you. The red head decides he’s next to follow.

“BD-1,” he rasps, also nearly pushing Greez to the ground. “Don’t touch the water!”

But it’s too late. However, nothing happens. BD-1 stands in the shallow waves, unelectrocuted and unbroken. He doesn’t spark a bit, only cocking his head in wonder at his friend.

“Think fast!” a voice calls.

A splash of warm and salty water slaps against Cal’s face. He cringes, turning his shoulders away on impact with a little gasp that makes his throat burn. “Hey!”

Another splash.

Cal turns to you. You’re standing with your hands on either side of yourself, open and matching your smug and proud face. Your boots are still on, which can’t be comfortable given that they’re now submerged in water. BD-1 is on the back of your shoulders- something Cal thought was only between him and the droid. Apparently not.

“What’s wrong, Cal? Can’t handle the current?”

Cal stills himself. Then he bends down himself and flicks water upwards.

“Hey! No!”

He does it once more.

“No!”

So you too repeat your original actions and begin forcing salty liquid up into the air in Cal’s direction as well. BD-1 grips onto your collar for stability while you both go to town, careful to not open your mouths too wide and taste the saltiness.

“Be careful you two!” Cere calls from the shore. Neither Cal nor yourself heed her words, continuing on in disrupting the tide.

“They’re fine,” Greez assures with the wave of one of his many arms.

“Are you sure about that?” Cere responds with a hand on her hip as she watches you tackle the Jedi to the sandy terrain below the shallow water.

“Completely fine.”

You push both of Cal’s shoulders down jokingly, careful not to subdue his head under the water. He cranes his neck to keep it above the waves. Through his soft lashes, Cal can just see your smiling, evil intentioned face with BD-1 on your shoulder gazing at him.

Honestly, it feels just how it did last week- the last time you had watched Cal in his room. Gazing at him, admiring him. Just now you get to touch him, relax with him, splash water at him, even. You wish you could capture this moment if not forever, then for a while, and Cal wishes the same.

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Sorry it’s short. Idk if it’s my best work certainly but I haven’t written for Cal or Star Wars in a while. But I didn’t kill the reader in this fic or have someone sick or in danger! So it might be my first ever straight fluff? I don’t know. But what a good character to do it with. I’m glad to give Cal a break. And i hope the requester enjoys.

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contorted-curruptions · 3 years ago

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*-Mug Shot-*-Poly KiriBaku X reader-*-part one-*

Note: Surprise Saturday, I got carried away with the story and thought it might be best to section it off in two parts so you’ll be getting this one and another post tomorrow peeps, I hope you enjoy my first attempt at a story like this one. Smut is not in this one so if you are looking for that you’ll find it tomorrow, until then please feel free to enjoy this. Also all characters are aged up and the time the story takes place is when they are already pro heroes, so keep that in mind.

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Running, running, the sound of bare feet harshly pounding across the hard surface of the ground below. The pavement cold and merciless on your bare feet, you feel the damage from all the running with no shoes. As you run the sound of your terror echoes out across the soundless night, the streets so empty, not like how they usually are in the daytime. Not a soul will hear you and if they do it’ll be a little too late. It’s dark and only the street lights give you any semblance of where you are going. You hear and feel your heartbeat pounding away in your chest, that feeling becoming more painful with each pound. You feel yourself falter a bit more but you can’t afford to stop, can’t afford to stop running even for a minute. You know they have to be hot on your tail, know they won’t waste time in giving chase once they know you have fled the scene, that most horrifying scene that you left behind. The images flash through your mind as you ran churning your stomach and bringing fresh tears to your eyes. You stifle a sob but that makes your chest clench most painfully but worst of all in this panic while you turn into an alleyway you haven’t noticed the glass scattering across the entrance of the alley. Though you become sorely aware of it once your feet make contact with the shards causing you to let out a scream at the pain shooting through the fresh wounds the glass makes. You wind up tumbling to the ground, you scuff up your hands and knees as you make contact earning more painful noises from you. You fell unceremoniously on the ground in a small heap. Those sobs you kept in achingly inside your chest burst out and you howl out, hot tears now streaming down your face.

For a moment you lose your resolve while you lay there in that heap on the pavement. The pain from all the running through the city catching up with you. Your breathing erratic and you are finding it hard to catch the breath that you lost during this chase. You feel dizzy, your entire body aching in agony, and for this time all you can focus on is the sheer panic coursing through your entire form. You need to get up, need to, have to, you can’t just keep lying like this out in the open, they’ll find you. Another surge of adrenaline gives you the energy you need, you rise to your feet and start running again. You are ignoring the pain in your feet and in other areas of your body which is over-exhausting. You’re Focusing on what is dead ahead of you, a building that looks abandoned. You can focus on much of anything else except the idea of escaping, the idea you can hide and rest a moment. Though, you have to wonder what you are going to do. You can’t run forever and you doubt hiding will do you much good either. No, not when facing off with two pro heroes who are much more experienced than you. Two pro heroes and friends you never had thought until now would have done something like this in the first place and no one else will believe such a claim either. No one will convict two heroes that have done nothing but good.

These thoughts alone left you feeling alone, so very alone. Who do you turn to in a time like this one? Who will even believe you? You, a simple book store clerk and hobbyist selling random things for fun? You are what most would call a nobody, just another face in the crowd, which is why you have to wonder what wound you up getting mixed up with these two in the first place. However, this is no time to think about that. There is no time to be drudging back into the past when what you need to focus on is finding a solution to your problem. A solution that doesn’t come easy or seemingly at all. The alarm of this chase slowly starts to dull into confusion as to why you haven’t been hearing anything from the two who should be hunting you down right now. You haven’t even seen a glimpse of either of the two males you figure are after you currently. Everything quiet and dark, not a sound, not a peep, nothing. You pause your running once reaching the abandoned building and making your way inside. You pant and groan, your lungs and everything else feeling like they are on fire. You place your hands on your knees and take in a deep gasp of breath before coughing loudly. You are choking and gasping after all that running, that dizzy feeling coming back to you. You stumble to the wall and lean against it, you in this tiring state slide down not caring about the filth on it or the ground under you, and there is trash along with other more grimy looking things all around, nonetheless at the moment, you choose to ignore it. Your body too worn and your mind still scattering about too much to really mind it all. All you need is to breathe, that is all you can think, you need a moment. Maybe if lucky, they aren’t chasing you after all. You can only hope that is the case yet you can’t be too certain so you know you can’t linger for too long.

“Fuck...fuck...it stings damn it…why…?!”

You curse under your breath finally starting to feel the glass in your feet you didn’t bother to remove before. You are fearful to even look at the bottoms of your feet right now, you can only imagine how torn up they must look currently, The blood. Looking off you can see the small trail leading to you. You let out a small whimper as you raise your hands to look at them. They too sting badly from falling a few times before. Looking them over it seems they have been torn up pretty badly. A few rocks rest under the skin now, you poke at the bloody and bruising flesh trying to scoot a rock from under the flesh to get it out only to hiss from how it feels to do so and once more curse.

“Damn it…stings...”

You say in a whimper as you move to curl up into yourself, more tears start to cascade down your cheeks, that tight feeling in your chest returning.

“(BF/n), oh god...what am I...?!”

You curl up and start sobbing the images of your beloved’s corpse chard and beaten to a pulp on the floor creeping into your brain, it once more causes you to feel sick. It makes you want to vomit. The smell, the sight, the screaming before all that, those are things you know you’ll never forget. All of them tear you up inside, this is all your fault after all if it weren’t for taking on that project for the two pro heroes you wouldn’t have been winding up here, would you?

It had been a simple day, one like any other, the sky was bright and sunny dotted with a few clouds which you had remembered you stared up at that day. It was very nice unlike tonight, cold and unbearable regardless you remember you woke up beside your lover then. Your boyfriend had given you a good morning kiss like always ever since you had moved in together. Honestly, you hadn’t been in that house together all that long, only a couple of months but those moments spent together had been a dream. A dream you hadn’t wanted to wake up from. You would both get up and get ready to go to work. That morning you showered together, you both got a bit frisky that morning. You and your boyfriend would make out tongues danced together while your arms would be wrapped around each other. You could feel how well your bodies fit together.

Hard to believe that is all over now, that lovely little dream with your boyfriend dead, as dead as he is now. You will never feel that perfect fit with him again. Knowing that sends another wave of pain through you and causes another sob to echo out from your chest as you shiver and wish for the warmth of your lover. Right now you feel more cold and alone than ever before.

Continuing that trip down memory lane, you could recall you left the house alone that day. Your boyfriend would take his car to work and you would walk, being that you didn’t live that far away from the book store which you work at. You can’t help but think that years ago you wouldn’t have seen yourself working in such a place and it’s not because you don’t like books more so you have problems dealing with people. It fills you with a lot of anxiety to deal with things most days. Honestly, you feel you might have just wasted away if it wasn’t for your boyfriend who always seemed to have your back when you needed it. What are you going to do now that he is gone? Are you going to spiral out of control? No, somehow you will stay strong for his sake.

Regardless, continuing on. The day moved forward normally nothing seemed out of place, not even the random email you had gotten when you came home. The email was another commission for a project by another faceless person. You didn’t know that this request would wind you up in deep trouble later, in that deep trouble now. The commission seemed all too normal. The client wanted something special done for an anniversary gift for their boyfriend which seemed very cute to you. Really you sort of like hearing from the clients more than most do. The theme was simple it was to be a Red Riot and Ground Zero themed item or rather mugs. They wanted it to be a bit flashy or at least the art on them to be, it was something you could do, Honestly. Despite not being that into heroes, you were happy to do this for the client. You love making things and even more so making those who enjoy your work happy. So like with any other client you got to work after you sorted through the details, and actually, you were very excited. This was something you could do with your boyfriend, he was much more into the whole hero thing than you were and still are. Funny enough your boyfriend did like those two in particular. They were heroes that he very much enjoyed so that day you learned quite a lot about the pair of heroes in question.

The project went on as normal and with your newfound information, you made the gift extra special. You wanted to be very specific to the client’s taste so you tried to ask questions however they seemed very lax about everything they had said that they trusted your judgment. You didn’t mind this one bit. You had given the client updates and he seemed to like them. Eventually, the day came for the project to be done and you shipped them out. You had been very proud of your work and even your boyfriend was. Actually, Your boyfriend had got all pouty, he wished he could keep them which you had found funny then...what you would give to be able to hear him laugh again, to see that smile, and now that was stolen from you.

For a long while, things seemed alright, there had been no word from the client. However, you had been paid so you assumed they were happy with what they had gotten. It wasn’t until a full two months later that things started to kick off again. The day had started normal enough, you made it to the bookstore on time, and would work as you normally would. That day was quiet, not many customers, and most of the day spent slacked off with your coworker while doing what needed to be done around the store. Though at some point the bell on the door would sound it would call you back to the front of the store. A young man with crimson red spikey hair and eyes was the one who sounded the bell when he walked in. Upon further inspection your eyes would widen you would form a recognition with the redhead in the store, it was the hero Red Riot. You couldn’t help but stand there dumbfounded.

“H-Hello and welcome to Nook Books, how can I help you?”

That had been what you said when you finally had found your words, your voice had come out in a bit of a stutter and you had given him a small nervous laugh. He responded to your more shy behavior with merely a smile and offered up an adorable laugh of his own, which actually eased your own anxiety towards the situation at the time.

“Hey there, yeah I could actually use a bit of help finding a book.”

You would smile at the young hero and gave a small nod, you of course were always happy to help the customer, and there was no exception then either. Not to mention you were face to face with the hero Red Riot and at that time you had been oh too excited to be in his presence for the fact you could tell your boyfriend about the encounter. Maybe if you were lucky you could get an autograph, or maybe at least a picture, though to be honest you also hadn’t wanted to bother him so you so it was just a debate in your mind. you at the time though knew it would make your boyfriend happy if you would get it.

“Ah yes, well I’m happy to help, what book are you looking for?”

You would offer up one of your best smiles and try not to fidget too much however you had already shifted to and fro a bit out of nervousness already.

“Ah well, haha, I kinda don’t know…”

You would blink a moment in confusion but nod a moment before you responded.

“You don’t know? Are you buying for someone else?”

You would question a moment, you thought maybe his mind had been on someone else when he thought of the book he wanted, it might have been a gift if he wasn’t sure what kind of book he was on the look for however just as well he might just not had been sure what type of book he needed for himself, but something told you it wasn’t for him, you had a felt that way anyway.

“Haha, yeah, it isn’t for me, though he’s very special to me, he’s a bit difficult to buy for sometimes. Do you have any books that would be more action-packed and manly?”

You had smiled when you listened to his explanation for who it was for and even giggled when you heard what exactly he was had been in search for. There were many, many books on hand that could cover what he wanted but with so little given and that he said the other was difficult to buy for well it seemed like a slightly daunting task. Even so at that time you were determined to find the perfect book for this special someone that he had talked about. You smiled and worked very hard, you asked specific questions to try and get a better gauge on what type of book to get. If only you had known what you had been dealing with back then you wouldn’t have worked as hard as you did to make him happy. You wouldn’t have been as pleasant to him, but sadly you hadn’t known and you had been as positive and polite as possible. You even asked more than you would have given your normal comfort zone. You had tired yourself out on one customer something you wouldn’t usually do, but you wanted to impress the male. You wanted to make sure someone like him left very happy. You did manage that, you got him the perfect book, after you found that book for him you brought him over to the register to check him out.

“I think that book will make him smile, and if it doesn’t feel free to hold me accountable.”

You would chirp out as you rang up the book, you had a good conversation with the young hero. He’d even told you his name which was interesting to know. Kirishima seemed to talk about Ground Zero. Of course, it was said they were good friends so you supposed that was only natural, and he’d mentioned a few other interesting aspects about himself which had tickled you to learn about. It wasn’t every day you could have said you got to talk to a pro hero.

“Don’t worry, I trust your judgment, I don’t think you’d steer me wrong haha.”

You would nod and laugh as you placed the book in a bag and told him how much the book would be, Kirishima would pay you and you would hand him the bag, of course surprisingly he didn’t rush off after that, he would stick by the counter a moment.

“Before I go, would you like an autograph or something?”

He had given you a big grin and you would blink, you had held back and tried not to ask because you hadn’t wanted to bother him and there he asked you about what you had wanted from him, almost too eager you lept at the opportunity.

“Y-Yes actually I’d love that, my boyfriend is a big fan.”

At the first part of your statement it would seem that Kirishima was very happy to hear what you had to say but as you look back on it now you realize that he had twitched lightly, he had made a small change in his facial expression that said something else when you mentioned your boyfriend, you thought nothing of it back then but now it was very apparent that he was upset to hear you were with someone and that the reason you wanted a picture and autograph was because of him and not because you were a fan.

“Yeah? Alright then, glad I could help you make his day like you made mine.”

After that, you would get to pose with him for a picture and he would sign a piece of notebook paper for you, it was the only thing you had on hand at the moment, but he happily signed it for you. You also hadn’t noticed that he looked for more reasons to make conversation with you but your coworker interrupted and him unlike your boyfriend wasn’t very fond of heroes so he could care less that one was in the store other than the fact it meant that the store might get a good review from someone who mattered.

“(Y/n), I need you to do something for me in the back.”

Your coworker would speak up, you could tell from the tone of his voice he just wanted to hurry things along.

“Oh, I don’t want to keep you. It was nice to meet you, (Y/n). Hopefully, I’ll see you again.”

With that Kirishima had given you a small smile and wave before he made his way to the door.

“Yeah, you too, have a lovely day, I hope the person you were buying for enjoys your gift!!”

You would call back to him before he fully left, you hadn’t thought about how he used your first name, you didn’t tell him he couldn’t then, which would come to be a mistake later, many things would lead to being mistakes you couldn’t have fathomed being so problematic. After that meet with him, you had continued work only to be nagged by your coworker about doing your job in a timely fashion which irked you quite a lot but you hadn’t let it ruin your day. Like you assumed your boyfriend would be over the moon to see the autograph and to see the picture you had been so pleased to see his smile, that night was one to remember, Your boyfriend had been so excited he made love to you. Part of you doesn’t want to remember that part, only because it’s yet another thing that you will never have from him again, and giving the current situation, you find it inappropriate.

Suddenly you hear a loud bang echo out, a growl and cussing from not too far away from where you are in the building. Your heart begins pounding in your chest, it looks like those who were chasing you after you had fled are finally here to collect you. Your breathing picks up and you move scrabbling to your feet. If you stay here they’ll find you for sure, that is all that you are thinking about, you need to escape and now.

“Where the fuck are you (Y/n)!! I know you’re fucking here, can’t hide forever idiot!!”

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