#at least i do a decent job i guess sigh

[itstheghostofmypast]

Baby Steps

Domestic AU Choi San x (F)Reader

Summary: He wanted to be better- no- the best man you had ever seen.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.5 K

Est. Read Time: 12 min

Warnings: Toxic Father, Abandonment Issues

Rating: PG-17

Type: One-shot

Networks: @k-labels

Banner: @cafekitsune

A/N: GUESS WHO'S BACK!?

“I like it.” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest, staring at your husband who was standing there in all his suited glory, all tired and exhausted from a hard day's work, his not so narrow shoulders barely fitting in the small doorframe of your even smaller washroom as he sighed at your persistent banter.

“It's the disco ball isn't it.”

“Of course it's the disco ball!”

That confession and a little pout was all it had taken for the two of you to move from your extremely cramped studio apartment to a slightly better and bigger studio apartment, with more sunlight and surface area- taking with you, your mismatched furniture, potted plants and your LED monitor screen the two of you used as a TV. The two or you had spent your entire Saturday morning moving into and unpacking, setting things where they belonged in your new little home.

“See.” You huffed, landing on your back with a light thump on the mattress next to your worn out mountainous man, staring up at the ceiling, smiling when you felt him lace his fingers with yours.

“All I see is that we finally have a decent sized fridge.”

You smiled at his statement and sat on your elbows, staring at the monitor screen, “Oh~ it'll rain tomorrow!” You exclaimed, ignoring the way he groaned in response, turning to the other side, holding his ground when you pulled on his shoulder to face you, “Shall we have some soup tomorrow!? I'll bring the ingredients on my way back! OooooOo we could make this noodle soup recipe I found!”

San closed his eyes and stood his ground, resisting against your will for him to lay on your back, he just needed a 15 minute nap to recharge, but he had a feeling he was not going to blessed with it, not because of your constant yapping, no he liked your yapping, it rang like the little bells you'd here when Tinkerbell spoke, it was the bubbling guilt within him that had kept him up all night, had him sigh in defeat when you had rested you head against his chest, wrapping your limbs around him, had him frowning while packing, had him zoning out while he drove the two of you to your new home. To be fair, he should have told you but- SMACK

He winced at the smack, his shoulder aching, as the skin of his exposed shoulder stung because of the impact, causing him to sigh in defeat as he closed his eyes to rest for a few minutes. He felt the bed shake as you stood up, your grumbling voice tickling his ears as he rubbed his bare shoulder, wondering if you were upset with him for it too. You had to be, right? Any sane person would be mad at spending their biggest bonus on a rent deposit, something a man usually takes care of, it's not that you had said this to him, no, you'd never say anything like this, but it was true, it was a man’s job to provide, that's what he had promised when he had gotten down on one knee, to protect you, cherish you and give you a perfect life, comfortable life that you had always deserved. It's something he had promised you to make sure you didn't have to live the same life your mother did.

All your life you had seen your mother working, at least that's what you remembered. The memory of your father was a blur, and if you had a say yourself, you'd say your brain had deleted the file. There was no need to remember a man who had chosen his mistress over his wife, especially because his mistress was having a son. So, since that unfortunate night, you had seen your mother work tirelessly, to give you a good life, now, that did not involve luxuries, but she strongly endorsed a good education, healthy meals and a roof over your head.

There were moments in your life where you'd barely see that poor woman, who was busy doing odd jobs after her shift would end at her day job, from bagging groceries to baby sitting to making lunch meals for offices to even working in your school cafeteria part time- did you get bullied for that? Yes, you did, though all that had done was push you to study harder, work harder, and to end up earning a life that would allow your mother to quit all her jobs and then you'd be the one providing for her, giving her a comfortable life.

The moment you had confessed that to Choi San he was whipped, on the floor, down right rolling on the ground for you- the only problem was, that you had told him this as soon as you had rejected his offer on a date, ensuring that you respect him as a colleague and telling him how you do believe that he is a great person, but that you had no time or interest in men, given the lack of existence of a male figure in your and the dire need to give your honest, hardworking and loving mother the life she deserved. Fortunately for you, fate had sent your way a God sent blessing, one who effortlessly had worked day and night to gain your approval, from showing you how your father was not what a “true man” was supposed to be, to lending you a hand once and a while- and let's not talk about how he had to earn your mother's approval.

Whether you'd like to admit it or not, gaining her approval was not as difficult as you had believed it to be, as you had wanted it to be. In fact, the moment Choi San had brought you home, all soaked to the bone and shivering- your bus had broken down and you had to run home, ironically he lived in the same direction- holding you close as the two of you waited for your mother to open the apartment door, you had begun to realise how you had lost this battle, especially when you noticed the way your mother had invited him into your place of residence, urging that he too should stay for warm soup- and even though you had tried to protest, something that had San almost leaping out the window (mind you, only because he wanted to do nothing but make you feel comfortable, and if his absence did so, then he would disappear like Houdini). That night, as you lay next to your mother in your shared bed in your cramped small studio, she had nagged you for the first time, and for the first time you were jealous, especially when she had said, “He's a good boy, no, a good man.” How dare she pay more attention to him than you? She had even ended up giving her portion of rice for him, because he was a “big man”- the hell did that mean?

At the end though, two years in, when you were ever so close to giving up, the people in your team burdening you with their work had you wondering if this was your fate because you were poor, you met the warm embrace of a sun-kissed, mountainous being, one who held you close, letting you silently cry as he whispered in your hair, ever so gently, enough to have you gripping onto him tighter than you could ever imagine, “Let me help you…we can do this together.” Since then, the two of you had been an unbreakable force, especially at work, and let's just say when your mother came to know about him wanting to marry you a year ago, she had urged him to “DO IT TONIGHT!” The poor lad had to convince the potential future version of his wife, “Mother, please, I can't force her yet, after the project.” True to his word, after the project, the man had gotten down on one knee and slipped that ring on your finger faster than you could say yes.

Six months, it had been six months and here he was, having you spend your bonus on your new apartment. If only he had worked harder, done more over time work, maybe taken up another job, where he could work a few hours in the night, he could've done this himself, he could have let you save the money, or spend it on something you like or spend it on your mother, he could have set a better example-

“San?”

He flinched at the closeness of your voice, sighing when felt the tip of your finger gently push between his brows, “Why is my big man frowning in his sleep?”

Huh?

Slowly yawning he sat up, stretching his arms over his head, not noticing how you were smiling at him, he looked just like a cat sometimes. Turning his head to face you, he saw you walk back into the open kitchen, picking up a pot and placing it on the small dining table, “Come on, I made soup, even made side dishes, replenish your strength my little soldier!” Your cherry like voice calming his nerves as he quietly nodded and sat down, staring at the food before blinking up at you, “How…long was I asleep for?”

“Hmmm…I think an hour or so…but you were knocked out cold!” You exclaimed, “I dropped a pan and you didn't wake up.” Your smile faltered when you didn't get a reaction out of him, only to look at him staring at the plate in front of him, was he upset? He had seemed a bit down since yesterday, maybe he was tired, but then again, he'd been agitated ever since you had convinced him to move. Maybe he didn't want to move? Maybe he thought you were taking charge? Maybe he didn't like that- no man likes a woman taking decisions, so why would he-

“I'm sorry.”

Your thought halted at his words, eyes meeting his guilt ridden ones, what was he guilty of? He slowly reached over for your hand, having you sit on the stool that was closer to his chair, as he stroked the back of your hand with his thumb before bringing it to his lips, pressing his warm lips against your skin, whispering, “You do so much for me…I can't thank you enough,” you felt something warm blossom within you at his words as you whispered his name, only for him to continue. San reached for your other hand, now holding your smaller hands in his, though he still chose not to make eye contact, “I'm sorry you had to…pay the deposit with your bonus…it's my job, I promised to give you a comfortable life, to give you everything, and not only are you still working but you had to invest in our move. I know,” taking a deep breath he finally looked at you with a sombre expression, one that had your heart break, you never wanted him to feel this way, “I know, you say you don't mind but, I would rather have you save, or spend on your mother- I'm going to apply at the store nearby for a night shift, I can go there after work, and a morning shift for the weekends, an extra cash flow will-”

“You will do no such thing!” You snatched your hands out of his and frowned, ignoring his gasp as you scoffed, “You think I'd rather have a few extra dimes than be able to spend time with you? What are you stupid or dumb?”

“Both of those words usually mean the same thing, love.”

“That's what you got from what I just said!?” You huffed, gripping him by the front of his vest as you leaned closer to frown at him, “I don't like men, I really don't, you on the other hand just piss me off and I still love you for some ungodly reason! Do you realise I spent my bonus here because I wanted to? Because I wanted to start a happy life with you? Didn't you say we're in this together?”

His hands gently gripped your shoulders before pushing you to sit straight, not letting go of you even when you let go of him, he felt his heart leap with joy at your words, “I just…don't you think you could have spent it on yourself or your mom? I know I said we're in this together…we really are but I-”

“You're not my father, Choi San.”

His breath hitched at your statement, fingers digging into your shoulders by reflex, unsure of what to say at the confession.

“You're not like the man who abandoned me because he wanted a son, you're not like the man who was too busy living another life to even turn to look at the one he had left halfway through…each day I wake up in your arms, grateful to have found someone who puts me before himself, someone who cares about my mother, someone who wants to keep me happy, someone who treats me like an equal.”

You felt his hold on you relax at that, smiling softly at him as you leaned closer, cupping his face to have him look at you before gently brushing your lips against his, “My mother wanted to move back to the countryside, she's happy there, she knows I'm happy with you, I send her enough each month to know she's living the life she deserves…we visit her on weekends, don't we?” he nodded in your hold, his own hands now gripping your waist like you were a piece of him- which you were.

“I spent my money knowing it was a good investment, I did the math Sannie,” You smiled before leaning even closer, “You.Can.Spend.On.A.New.Mattress.” Punctuating each word with a kiss you pulled back, and moved to the chair, leaving your husband sitting there a blushing mess as you began to eat, “Let's get rid of the old thing. Need a new one…” you said before taking a bite nodding towards his food as you swallowed, “Can't give her grandkids with a busted mattress.”

From the tip of his toes to the top of his head the man felt like he was on fire. Did he know that you two were not going to have kids anytime soon? Yes, he did. Did the thought of having a family with you excite him? Yes, it brought him pure joy, enough to have him smiling like an idiot, as he started to eat like the hungry boy he was, not before putting his extra serving of rice on your side, “Eat up, love, gotta keep you strong and healthy for the future baby Chois.”

“Calm down big boy, we aren't having them anytime soon.” You snorted, as you smiled at the thought of your own little family, wondering if your kids would be as hyper as him, or as calm as you- either way, that was for later, for now, you needed to work harder, get a bigger apartment, save up and so much more, and just the thought of it had you frowning for a moment only to lock your eyes with your husband who gave you that boyish smile calming your nerves,

“I know, baby steps, baby steps, one day we change the mattress, get a bigger apartment and then before ya know it, we get our own dozen babies.”

“Sure Mr.Choi, whatever makes you sleep at night.”

[kitkat13001]

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“you’re joking.”

you look up at edgeshot in disbelief. he’s wearing his usual neutral expression, though he raises an eyebrow at your incredulous tone.

“excuse me?”

“i can’t work with him!” you cry, staring down at the file he’d just handed you, utterly dumbstruck. 

if he had just given you the name, you wouldn’t have spared a second glance. but there’s a photo attached, a news clipping action shot of a hero crouched atop a building in a crowded city. you instantly recognize the wild purple hair and sharp violet eyes, the trademark black outfit and mask, the wiry scarf wound loosely around his shoulders. seeing him unlocks a wave of memories, some good and some that you don’t care to relive. 

“and why not?”

you shake your head before nostalgia takes you, pinching the bridge of your nose. 

“what, you know him or something?”

know him? you’re very well acquainted with hitoshi shinsou — nighthide, as printed on the file. 

when did he change that? you wonder bitterly. last you knew, he was going as mindjack (the nickname you two had picked out in u.a.). 

at least, you were acquainted, up until four years ago. you don’t think you’ve spoken a word since. 

“yeah,” you reply, shaking your head. “something like that.”

“you don’t want the assignment?” 

your heart drops at that. field work is by no means hard to come by. but particular missions offered specifically to you, and with direct media exposure? this is what launches careers in the pro-world.

it’s a pretty straightforward assignment, the kind you’d normally jump at. a good source has pinned an underground crime organization, and there’s a huge weapons shipment order to move out in a couple weeks. you’d be running reconnaissance until the bust and then hopefully catching them in act. 

a good time in the field and decent publicity? you should be jumping for joy! and you would be, if you were working with anyone else…

“can’t you put me on with kamui?” you beg. “or even takeyama!”

kamihara shakes his head. “they’re both tied up with their own missions right now. and besides, the operation works best with new blood. a prime young rookie like you paired with emerging talent like him? you should be running to an opportunity like this.”

you chew on the inside of your cheek, deep in thought and memory. after the way you left things…

“and he already agreed?”

“hm? well, i’d suppose so.”

“...and he knows he’d be working with me?”

“does it really matter?”

“yes!”

his brow pinches a little, studying you carefully. “enough with the theatrics, please. do you want the job or not? i wouldn’t have offered it if i didn’t think you could handle it.”

you puff your cheeks out, holding your breath and debating for a very long moment, but you know you’re running on thin ice now. you finally release the breath, heaving a dramatic sigh. “ugh, fine!”

edgeshot leaves you with the papers, mumbling something about your melodrama and rolling his eyes. 

you stare down at hitoshi’s picture and scowl, unease swirling in your stomach. “great.”

it’s not long before you’re face-to-face with shinsou for real this time. you’d been dreading it all morning. you had considered reaching out and texting him, but everything you typed out sounded so stupid that you’d deleted it immediately before sending. what would you even say? sorry we haven’t spoken in years, guess we’re coworkers now! you didn’t even know if he still had the same number, or if he’d know it was you. your stomach turns just thinking about it. 

you’re standing on the sidewalk outside the agency with edgeshot, his hand on your shoulder, while you wait. 

sure enough, hitoshi arrives right on time. you remember that about him, that he was annoyingly punctual. hardly early, but never late. 

“‘toshi,” you say, before you can think about it. it’s the only name you’d ever called him since high school, really. your cheeks burn and you rush to correct yourself. “i mean shinsou! nighthide.”

the names are unfamiliar on your tongue. they’re clearly just as much to him, if the way his eyes widen almost imperceptibly is any indication. 

his eyes dart away quickly and he gives a quiet greeting in response, more to your superior than to you. 

you’re only half-listening when kamihara briefly reiterates the main points of the mission as he walks you both into the building. 

hitoshi is still as a stone, so you guess it falls to you to break the ice. 

“sooo…” you lapse into uncomfortable silence, fingers tapping against your thighs as you try to think of something to say. “…nighthide, huh?”

“yeah…”

“what happened to mindjack?”

he shrugs. “PR agent suggested it was time for a rebrand.”

“mindjack is a perfectly good name!” you scoff (not to mention that you helped him come up with it). “and since when do you have a PR agent?”

“i don’t.”

you frown up at him. “you…don’t?”

“i went once. for a consultation.”

“a consultation?”

“will you stop repeating everything i say?” he quips agitatedly. 

“i’m sorry, i’m just trying to understand!” you huff, frustrated. “don’t you think it’s weird how little we know about each other now?”

“you were the one who wanted it like this,” hitoshi replies sharply, an edge to his voice that you’ve heard before — though it’s never been directed at you. “so i really don’t understand why you’re so upset.”

“i’m not upset!”

he shoots you a pointed glance, and it’s not until he looks down that you realize you’re on your toes, leaning forward towards him the way you used to do when you’d bicker with him all those years ago. you two have always been sharp-tongued and quick witted, but until your split there had never been any malice behind the petty arguments. 

“i’m not upset,” you say again, but your voice carries the tone of a petulant child. 

hitoshi scoffs. anger flares up in your chest when he rolls his eyes. 

“what the hell is your problem?” you demand. 

“you know what? you haven’t changed at all—”

your bickering is silenced when edgeshot cuts in, his voice firm and commanding. 

“that’s enough!” he orders, getting between you two before you can jump at hitoshi. “if you two can’t work together like adults, this operation is terminated. you’ll both be back to the drawing board, do you understand me?”

“yes, sir,” you and shinsou grumble in unison, both refusing to make eye contact. 

he leaves you with one more cutting look, leaving you both feeling like scolded schoolchildren. 

you both stand there, sulking in silence and refusing eye contact for another series of long moments. 

“i guess we should…i should show you around. or something,” you grouse, arms crossed and head turned. 

“yeah, whatever. you’re the boss.”

there’s a mocking undertone to his voice that makes you seethe just a little, but you take off down the hallway without another word. 

you give him a brief tour of the agency before you head out for patrol. the awkward silence is eating you alive, but your stubbornness wins out. 

you walk the streets in silence for a long time, keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary, but it’s a nice day and there’s not a whole lot going on. the sun is out and people mingle on the street, but it’s not terribly crowded or rowdy today. 

a group of kids that passes you giggle and wave when they see you. you flash them a smile and a peace sign, watching them scamper off whispering to each other in awe. you don’t quite catch the side-eye shinsou shoots you.

“so how’s the big pro life? everything you ever dreamed of?” he asks, sarcasm tainting his tone on the second question. 

you ignore his dig and shrug. “it’s fine. lotta paperwork.”

“yeah, you run into that when you work through a big organization.”

“tch,” you scoff. “like you don’t do paperwork.”

“not nearly as much as you.”

you want to say something back, but you can't keep bickering like this if you have any hope of keeping this job. so you swallow your comeback, clench your teeth, and keep your mouth shut.

patrol passes by uneventfully, and soon enough you’re packing up to go home. you’re walking your normal path back when you notice shinsou on the sidewalk up ahead. 

“staying in the area?” you ask when your paces even out, trying not to sound too curious. 

he casts a sidelong glance at you before returning his gaze to the sidewalk ahead. “never left.”

you stop short, dumbstruck. he keeps walking. “what?”

you could’ve sworn he moved away after everything happened between you. since that night, you hadn’t seen him even in passing. not once did you ever run into him at a coffee shop or on the street. not even at hero conventions, though that made sense because he hates the press. 

hitoshi shrugs. “i never left.”

“you did!” you insist. “i’ve seen you on the news! you’ve gone as far north as hokkaido!”

“i travel a lot. for work.”

you jog to catch up, his long strides having carried him all the way to the crosswalk and left you stupefied behind. 

“how come i’ve never seen you then?”

he shrugs again. his easygoing demeanor is slowly driving you insane. “you live on the busy side of town. and i work nights.”

you huff to yourself in disbelief, crossing your arms. 

“surprised you’re walking anyway,” he continues, sounding bored. he doesn’t wait for you before crossing the street. “thought they would’ve given you a fancy company car by now.”

you don’t bother with a response lest you face an earful from edgeshot tomorrow. you know he’s just saying it to make you mad, but god is it working. had he always been this insufferable?

you vaguely remember meeting him at u.a. all those years ago, his insistence on not making friends (and how stupid you thought that was). it didn’t take you long to wear him down then, but now...?

back to strangers. it’s going to be a long couple of weeks...

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[fridgemissionmaster]

The demon couldn’t help wringing his hands, oh so tempted to rip that glove off. He sighed marching through those empty halls, the tapping of his footfalls drowned out by the echoing, pounding rain who’s sound came pouring though the windows and open archways.

… This was ridiculous, he should turn on heel and go right back. He didn’t need to go home, but his presents would only hinder and distract at this point, everyone else had already decided to wrap up soon anyway. At least he was able to keep the notes to go over later.

Honestly what was wrong with him. Questioning his own decisions and being stubborn about this. This was…

What?

Who was that assaulting the halls of Diavolo’s academy!?

At the end of the hall under that grand entrance was a familiar figure. But it couldn’t be. Surely you, of all people, with your boisterous entourage wouldn’t be left here in this weather. It had to have been someone else.

Yet as he approached your visage only became more and more clear. You, standing there, lightly bonking your forehead against the stone frame.

Well… though odd you weren’t actually doing any sort of dam..age…

…

“Do you not have an umbrella?”

The human flinched looking over their shoulder. Did you not notice his approach? Did you just feel that safe here or were you that air headed to not be alert of your surrounding!?

“As of this afternoon, no! Not unless you count scrap metal I guess!” You heaved a sigh, turning to the man, a bruise forming where you kept meeting the stone.

“And none of those brothers are taking you back? Classes have long since ended!”

“tch.”

“Honestly! What is with that lot! They drone on and on of their love for you yet abandon you here? Are you kidding me!? Even if not you’re still their charge, it’s their job to care for you, not leave you out in the cold! How did you come to be under their care, they can barely keep themselves presentable let alone tend to another life!”

“OH, will you just shut up, yes they suck but they didn’t mean for THIS! Even if they did cause it!”

YOU raised your voice, at him. Mephisto couldn’t tear his gaze away as you paced around, beginning to wave your hands with such force a soft whooshing sound he could pick up as you cut the air.

“I could be home by now, NNNOOOOOO, Lucifer apparently can’t be a decent dog owner and not let Cerberus use whatever the pup can find as a chew toy, and of course he came in all like ‘oh guess we’ll just have to share, here stand closer’ and everyone gets into a fight over who I should share and umbrella with cause nobody could just, oh, I don’t know, just let me run through the rain for a few minuets to get to the market for a new one! And of course the old one I found in the closet Asmo had to mess up a spell in class and TURN IT INTO AN ANGRY GUITAR! Then obviously everyone had to be busy and needed to leave early. I just wanted to study some! Is that so wrong! And Mammon said we’d go home together but Lucifer just HAD to find out about Mammon holding a betting pool on the tournament and decided that OH OF COURSE IN THE MIDDLE OF CLASS I HAVE TO DRAG HIM BACK HOME AND STRING HIM UP TO THE CEILING BECAUSE APPEARENTLY I CAN’T THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE OTHER THAN WHAT WOULD BE THE BEST WAY TO GET ON EVERYONE’S NERVES TODAY! Oh, yeah, and guess what!? I can’t even call anybody cause Levi broke my phone! You know what it’s like to wake up DROWNING in the middle of the night, and all your stuff getting flooded! NOT! FUCKING FU-”

“MC!”

THWACK

He wasn’t fast enough.

You froze the moment your hand crashed into the wall, your fingers crumpling under the force.

In stiff jolty movements you slowly removed your hand from the wall.

“Here, let me-” The moment he took your hand you ripped it away.

“I’m Fine. I’m fine.” With a heavy huff you practically fell back against the archway, holding your wrist, your hand slowly stretching out of it’s awkward positioning, looking to the floor.

…

He looked out to the front gate, a chilling breeze rolling past. A step toward the precipitation, with a pop his umbrella came open.

“Mephistopheles, wait.”

He looked to you with a raised bow. “I wasn’t going anywhere.”

“Huh?”

“Come along, it wouldn’t due for Diavolo’s guest to be left out here like this.” He tilted the umbrella your way.

It seemed your mind was running slow, just… staring at him for a moment before realizing what he was offering and scrambling to his side. “Uh- thank you!”

The pair of you walked in silence. He made sure to keep you covered, admittedly he felt a twinge of nerves, he knew the Devildom and human world shared rain but he knew there were different types and if the one today could harm you.

Those colorful lights danced and rippled across the ground, reflecting off the saturated world. It was not often he had the chance to just walk around like this. There was always so much to do, so much to research, so much to find, he always was doing something. Yet all he had to do for the moment was just… well, walk.

… Maybe it was due time to add a photography section to the paper. Students could submit entries, it could be another method to build more community in school, giving students a-

“I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier.”

“Huh? What are you talking about, you’re sounding like an angel. Is this some human nonsense.”

“What? No! I got mad at you, and had nothing to do with… ANY of that. I shouldn’t-… I don’t like that I lashed out at you.”

“… Wait, are you apologizing for indulging in your emotions?” You looked to him baffled, and likely you were greeted to a similar sight from him in that moment. He pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on. “You really are talking like an angel, repressing emotions and being ashamed of expressing them.”

“Hold on, I never said that! Look, just… know I’m not upset at you. I’m just upset you took the brunt of that.”

“Oh…” He shifted his gaze to the road ahead. It was difficult to look you in the eye for too long, they were too… too much swirled inside them, even he could get lost there. “You made it abundantly clear it was nothing on my part.”

“Still…”

Quietly the pair of you murmured amongst yourselves as you went along, drinking in the sights. It was a slow stroll back to the House of Lamentation, neither of you were in any particular rush to get there. On occasion you would point to a different path, saying there was less foot traffic. Did you really think he, of all people, the guy some people accused of being everywhere at once, wouldn’t know better? He didn’t mind though, you needed a break, and he admittedly was enjoying getting to just take a moment in the rain, it had been far too long since he last took a break himself.

Your pace slowed as you inevitably inched closer to the house, the rain the only thing separating you from those last few steps before the door.

“… Hey, thanks for being here.” You turned around to him, your back to the door. Though the porch was right behind you, you still huddled close under his umbrella.

“There’s no n-”

“Your hand! What happened?”

The demon tucked it closer to his side, trying to relax it some and not hold it so awkwardly. “We were interviewing Solomon on a new potion he made. One bump lead into some things getting knocked over and an unfinished, boiling potion spilled on it.”

“What!? It still hurts or is that just a side effect!?”

“It hurts some, even with a health potion. Solomon wanted to make me one, but I took one from the room’s emergency kit. The pain should subside in a few days.”

“A few days!? Are you kidding me!”

“It was, even if unfinished, a potion made by the most powerful wizard, I’m surprised the effects won’t last longer.”

… Huh, even more surprising, you looked more mad than when you ranted about the brothers before.

You shut your eyes and took a deep breath.

Slowly your features relaxed. “Could I hold your hand a moment?”

“Excuse me?”

“I want to try a human world remedy for pain.”

“Oh?” Well, you couldn’t make it worse.

You held his hand so delicately in both of yours’, thumbs gently caressing the back of his. You held it up and close, simply looking to it before

…

“There, kiss it better.” You chuckled. “Judging by that stunned look… it worked?” You took a few steps back. “Uh… consider it a thank you or apology for earlier, again. Okay?........ well, see you?”

Before you could turn away, your hand was taken so softly. His hot breath brushed over it before he shut those emerald eyes, pressing his lips to the back of it. Then one after the other on each of your fingers. With soft clicks that umbrella was dropped to the ground, both his hands now occupied by your shoulders. It was so soft, that kiss to your forehead, was he scared of hurting you?

He stood back, eyes not quite meeting your’s for a moment. Those drops caught in his hair marvelously. “Here’s hoping both our days go better from here.”

“I don’t think it could get better than it is now.”

Quickly that umbrella was snatched up and he marched away.

Just what was he thinking!? Sure, your spell worked on him, but he’s a demon! Did it even work since he did it. And this unbearable heat coursing through him…

Absurd, this whole thing absurd! And why did you say that, of all things!?

…

Guess he’d just have to ask you tomorrow if the spell worked on, even if it was from him. And he could inform you it certainly worked on demons.

@penappal

[imjustdelusionalok]

yandere dc: meeting camgirl! reader <3 pt. 2

Yuppp, this is the part two of my previous post <33 but this time she'll be meeting the rest of the batboys and kon! (reminder she has met some of them even from before!!)

if you get into the 'terry mcginnis' part and is confused on who he is, watch batman beyond bc hes the new batman and its sooo good and hes underrated <3

Anywho here it isss

BIG warning: this may more or less have the same amount of clownery as the last one so prepare my sweets and also my brain is fried so some parts might not make sense but i tried😔💔 please repost to support me i spent sm timee 😭

tim drake aka 'red robin':

Also one of your most biggest and creepiest faithful fans that you've ever had in your stream!

Hes a frequent donor AND victim to your relentless charms just like jason and dick.

Has met you before you decided to even become a cam girl, as you two both go to the same school AND classes too 🥰 (he may or may have not gotten bruce to manipulate the principal or some higher up into changing classes...)

he's like a lovesick highschool student who developed a crush, but this time more extreme.

While you on the otherhand, saw a weird looking boy staring at you with the most fullest smile you've ever seen. toothy, cheshire grin, and all-- (he ran away almost IMMEDIATELY when you saw him)

(...you also chased after him when he ran 💀 he was shooked, but stops once your hand grabs his shoulder and you ask him who he was)

"You >:D i saw you looking at me, who are you >:)"

...my, he never knew you were this bold... you really need to stop being so cute or your further fueling his delusions i swear--

You shake him. "Ow- okay-- my name's Tim--"

You then smile and drag a stunned but intrigued timothy with you.

...Are you perhaps some social butterfly, darling?...

From that moment on, tim's interest in you increases and a friendship between you and him bloomed! Hes so proud of himself for making the first move even though you did it first...

(Again, dont ask how darling lives in bludhaven, but meets tim and jason whose in gotham 💀 either think of her as having teleportation powers being the reason for the frequent back-and-forths or tim being so obssessed, he moves in bludhaven just to see reader--)

When i said creepy, i said c r e e p y. Even worse than klarion, thaddeus, and even dick who i said before was on another level 😦

Tim is both sweet, nervous, and shy... or at least, is how he shows himself for you.

he must look decent for you or how else would he make you reciprocate his feelings?

He's capable of changing in a blink of an eye so anybody who isn't his beloved, dont test him, okay? <3

He sits in the back with darling in class. In the back. You heard me.

Normally he'd be in the front to be able to see and listen better, but darling is a slacker so--

He sighs, looking at his rushed and poorly written notes. He doesnt even know what the topic is anymore, and it kinda looks like hieroglyphics--

Meanwhile, you on the otherhand, was cooking instant noodles with the others... with a pot AND a stove... D: (he loves you but damn he wants to cry rlly bad on how screwed you two are--)

As for the part where he finds out about your part-time job as a cam girl, this man was seething.

No honey, not at you, but at your parents-- how could they let their beautiful daughter do this?! Do they even care?!-- oh? What was that, darling?... Your parents were gone? i guess that explains it...

proceeds to feel bad for you, and wishes to look after you. But you being you, you remain so hardheaded. Why cant you let him love you?? why cant you quit that stupid job?! >:( (hes a bit hypocritical on this one since he literally donates thus further fueling you to go on)

Sigh... nevertheless, he realizes a bit that he can't persuade someone like you for now, so he donates in your live like the good friend he is...

Yeah, 'good friend'...

In the darkness of his room, he watches with unblinking eyes the way your body moves on his screen. You look so enticing, the way a bit of pink colors your cheeks, how every moan you give were light and breathy... simply fantastic. He sighs.

"Oh baby... what am i going to do with you?... <3"

Yandere rating: 100% on money, 38% for nuisance, 70% for humor (80% as red robin)

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conner kent aka 'superboy':

Ah yes, another top donor and one of your most perverted watchers out there.

Cocky, rebellious, womanizing... doll, you're just another girl for him to use in order to piss off tim since he loves pushing that man's patience so much.

Has probably met you through him too, as this man follows his best friend that has been, in his eyes, acting a bit too strange lately.

And he now knows why. You.

thinks you're absolutely adorable. the way you act out of impulse to the way you speak so brazenly to him, intrigues the kryptonian so much.

Hm, your going to be so much fun to play with <3

But unfortunately, the boy of steel did not know who he was up against.

"...Doll, what did you just say?--" it was 8 at night and he was in his best attire holding a bouquet of flowers. Not just your average red roses, but a well-thought out blend of daffodils, carnations, and tulips. just for you.

But right now, you're breaking his heart.

"Yeah Kon, i love you but no. i'm not dating you. Sorry."

...you don't have the right to say you love him.

"a-and why can't we date?--" he was so confused, these months spent trying to court you, all wasted.

"erm... im not interested, kon. yeah you're hot and you support me and all, but im gonna be honest with you... you're not my type. and plus..."

he feels his heart break even more when you continue.

"...I'm interested in someone. I've known them for so long Kon, and i would hurt them if i get with you."

...

"...sorry." you run away.

things with kon has never felt the same since. he no longer visits tim just to see you, only him. he ignores you too, not even a single glance being spared. but you swear you could feel cold blue eyes watching your figure sometimes...

...and then that happens. you see a message notification from him. conner.

'im sorry if i made things awkward between us. forgive me, doll? :('

your thumb hovered whether or not to answer. you made your decision.

'kay. wanna play dti? :3'

he's so glad you cant see him right now... crying pure tears of joy, and complete relief that you took the bait.

'okay :)'

just because he got rejected by you once that doesnt mean he's immediately gonna back down <33 and about that boy you like, who was it? can't you tell him and he'll give a quick visit to the very lucky guy...

Yandere rating: 100% on money, 49% for nuisance, 80% for humor (95% as superboy)

ᯓᡣ𐭩

damian wayne aka 'robin':

...knows the guy that you like.

he's genuinely angry at you, but mostly at your taste.

seriously, him? why not him instead...

frequently donates money and is also very dedicated in line.

(to save you trouble, most of the batfam is a big fan to you and are often your biggest donors. they wish to stop you from pursuing such a... scandalous, line of work but cant help but further support you the more they give money and get addicted to the content you make 😞💔)

discovered you on accident when a certain someone, *cough* tim, *cough* left their computer on without closing the tabs.

you cannot simply imagine the sheer shock that painted his face during that time, seeing someone, you, getting it on with another guy that seems all too familiar.

...and he cant help but get angry. (you'll all understand soon enough why he and kon hates reader's man and possible bf sm 😭)

meeting you face to face... thats a whole situation. tim immediately regrets bringing damian to see you because this man already went off on how much of a 'hoe', you are.

you can take a lot of things, but this boy rubs you off wrong.

"seriously, drake? your new friend is a prostitute? you drew the line making friends with that kryptonian clone, but this takes the cak--"

*slap.*

...that hurts. damian's hand slowly makes its way up to his cheek, where the red was starting to spring.

he looks at you like you were mad. you are, thanks to him. "...you... you little---"

he was held back by an angry but calmer kon despite being also insulted, whilst tim holds you comfortably.

"hey don't listen to damian over there, alright? :( he's just a bit--"

"I'm speaking facts here!-- hmpfh!" a hand covers his mouth.

"seriously tim, does he ever shut his mouth?" kon says.

he huffs. "no. and that's why i was considering bringing duct tape earlier, Kon."

...okay, maybe his first impression forever got him labelled as a bitch in your eyes, but damian tries to make it up to you in any way he can since he actually finds you decent after getting to know you. (think of those asian parents that after scolding you till you cry, they give you food but instead money in damian's version)

"...ahem."

no response.

"...AHEM."

you finally look up at him, and a bag was thrown straight at your face. "you stupid ass-- wait a minute." you look inside the bag and it was filled with... money.

you look up at damian, only to see his figure quickly dashing off and hide behind a wall where he would secretly try and take a peek for your reaction. you smile and give a thumbs up.

"...you aren't that bad, but try shutting your mouth most of the time, okay? :3 <3"

...the green in his eyes glinted... and he scoffs. typical damian wayne.

"...sure, prozzy-- HEY STOP CRYING--"

fierce but protective. rude but caring. that is what damian is towards you.

and that is how he'll always be as long as that man is around...

"i'll be with you. and i shall do everything in my power to ensure you do not end up with him!--" too late.

Yandere rating: 100% on money, 25% for nuisance, 78% for humor (89% as robin)

ִֶָ࣪☾.𔘓

terry mcginnis aka 'batman beyond':

...is the man that kon, damian, and the others have beef with.

how he's part of the main timeline in this is that all of the events before batman beyond happens earlier. (i also tweaked a few things in canon here so dont mind me)

terry's dad died before the entire 'Powers' situation, leading to Terry living with his mom earlier.

...terry also suffers from something.

at a young age, terry cannot feel any sort of emotions. remorse, empathy, such things were removed from him. he could only feel empty, comparable to having a large gaping hole inside his chest instead of a beating heart.

the boy ponders why he was cursed with such a thing, and why he could only feel pity and sadness. just a little.

...he thought he was unsavable. until--

his eyes lands on you, the girl who was playing on the playground's swing. (note: darling used to live in gotham as a kid)

...he gulps. pretty...

"you there, what's your name?" you asked. always the first one to make a move...

...and you sound nice.

"hm? well? :3"

...he decided to speak. "...terry. i'm terry... you?..."

you smile. "they call me (name), pretty right?" he could only nod. yes, it was very pretty...

i think everybody could guess how things go from then on.

he meets you, grows up with you, falls in love with you, and in the end lives happily with you... if only it weren't for his tendency to maim just about anyone who gets near you.

he's a dog, honey. but he's your rabid, vicious dog.

by the time he grows up, he's learned how to hide what he truly is from you, and the terry that we all come to know and love is now here.

charming, witty, humorous... terry mcginnis is nothing but an amorous boy for you... and you love it. (u match his freak sm)

in his eyes, you two are together <3 and its not even a lie you two are but you're too much in denial since you firmly believe he deserves better :( (tho thoughts like that dissapear when he and you yk ;))

absolutely hates it when you spend time with anyone, especially with his adopted siblings. dick, jason, tim, and damian? fuck no. (if you read the batman beyond comics, those two despise each other--)

...so expect those two to be at each other's necks.

and about the cam girl part, yup, this man knows. and like tim, he tries to persuade you to stop. you're a complicated person, he knows. either for money or fun, you do crazy shit like this every time... but this one's really serious.

"...look at me." you obey, eyes staring back at ocean blue ones. terry's eyes were always so pretty...

"...hehe, pretty eyed as ever, mcginnis..." and he can't help but smile slightly at your words.

"..." damn you, really. his soft spot for you is huge, and 99% of the time, you get off the hook easily.

in the end, he might have allowed you to do this... 'artist' stuff, but on one condition:

he gets to f*ck you on some parts.

you blink, cheeks starting to redden. "...what--" and just like that, your fate is sealed <3

...currently, you were on Live. the rest of your boy toys watched with envious yet very heated gazes as your pussy was getting demolished by his dick. the close up shots were so unnecessary, the way he roughly pummels into you was so--

'$10000 from GR4YS0N_68'

'GR4YS0N_68: ugh yea terry ruin that little bitches cunt'

terry grins, feeling you getting closer. the position you and him were in was perfect, babe... perfect for a pic.

his strong hand gently but firmly grabs your jaw, making you face the camera.

he whispers to you so closely."smile for the camera, sweetie."

you oblige, a broken smile on your lips. the stream abruptly ends.

no need for the public to know what you both are doing in private anymore...

Yandere rating: 100% on money, 0.0001% for nuisance, 90% for humor (100% as batman beyond)

(finally its finished 🤕 i have so many unfinished works huhu....)

(update: ill also try editing this too <3)

[marlynnofmany]

At Home in the Mud

“Hey Wio, does your hover stool work over mud?” I asked from the door to the cockpit.

“Not deep mud,” Wio said, glancing at me with her tentacles at work on the controls. “The sensors feel for solid ground.”

“Dang.” I sighed. “Guess I’m stuck with cleaning the exo suit after this delivery.”

“Yeah, sorry,” she said. “There are fresh batteries for the gravity wands, at least. Shouldn’t take you too long.”

Zhee stalked past me, his many bug feet clicking in what was probably irritation. He didn’t say anything, and neither did I, at least until he was out of earshot in the direction of the cargo bay.

I whispered to Wio, “And at least I only have two legs to clean.”

“Good point,” she agreed. “Best of luck!”

I thanked her and headed off after Zhee to where the exo suits waited. He had a head start in getting his on, which he needed. I tried not to draw attention to how easily I tugged mine on over my regular clothes (minus the shoes). Zhee didn’t even take the opportunity to make fun of my need for footwear; he seemed determined to get this delivery over with as quickly as possible.

He said, “Be sure to hold on to the hoversled so you don’t fall and slow us down.”

“Sure thing,” I agreed. I’d planned to keep a solid grip anyway. Hopefully this mud wasn’t the foot-sucking kind.

The ship landed gently — or rather, arrived. There was no landing pad close enough to our client’s location, at least none above the mud at this time of year, so Wio held the ship just above the surface on stable thrusters. The ramp nearly touched the mud.

Captain Sunlight had come in to see us off, and she stood to the side as we hustled down the ramp. “Be quick but careful!” she told us.

Zhee replied, “That’s the plan.”

I freed a hand to wave, then grabbed the edge of our most reliable hoversled. I would have liked to ride on it next to the cases of medical supplies (low priority, not urgent, thankfully), but that wouldn’t have been fair to Zhee. So I did my share of pushing and stepped cautiously into the mud.

Whew, I thought. More watery than thick. I can walk in this. And it was cold, but the exo suit did a decent job of insulating for temperature. I took in the sights more confidently, appreciating the fuzzy moss on all the trees, and the intricate shapes that the bushes grew in. It didn’t quite look like an Earth swamp, but it didn’t look hostile, and that was all I could ask for, really.

Behind us, the ship closed the bay door and lifted up to a more comfortable height to wait. Zhee, with a better view of the screen on the front of the sled, pointed with a pincher arm. We changed direction slightly and trudged through the mud.

The depth changed a few times in quick succession, going from ankle deep to above the knee and back. I did my best to maintain a careful speed, though it was tricky since I couldn’t see the bottom. Zhee seemed to be doing fine. I held onto the sled and took long strides, feeling the way with one foot before trusting my weight to it. Thicker lumps and rocks lurked along the uneven ground. I focused on stepping between them without losing my balance, trusting Zhee to keep us on track.

“Scenic,” I commented to break the monotony of silence and my own breathing inside the helmet.

“Wet,” Zhee replied.

“Scenic and wet.” I glanced up at the mossy trees, then back down at the watery mud. Muddy water? Somewhere in between. “Not the easiest place to walk, though.”

“The captain could have chosen Blip and Blop for this delivery,” Zhee griped. “But no, they’re busy helping Eggskin prepare some complicated food.”

“And Paint wouldn’t be up for this temperature,” I said as I stepped into deeper water that chilled me to my thighs. “Or this depth, really.”

“Paint misses out on a lot of unpleasant environments. Lucky.”

I looked over at him across the pile of strapped-down cases. “Only because she’d pass out and die if she got too cold. I don’t know if I’d call that lucky.”

Zhee tapped an antenna against the inside of his helmet. “Bah. Today, she’s lucky to be coldblooded. We’re stuck with this instead.”

I mentally ran down the roster of our other crewmates. Some of them, like Wio, had other jobs to be doing. “I suppose Mur wouldn’t have an easy time in something this deep either.” I didn’t even know if he could swim. Looking like a squid didn’t necessarily translate.

“No one is likely to have an easy time in this,” Zhee said, shaking a foreleg and splattering watery mud across a tree trunk. “I can’t imagine why the client chose to live here.”

“Maybe they like mud,” I said, trying to watch my feet even though I couldn’t see them.

“They are welcome to it. I look forward to getting back to the ship.”

I was in agreement about that. The info summary about this location had said it was the wet season (Really? Shocking) and that the regular roadways were unavailable. I was under the impression that there was a town somewhere nearby, or at least other people than just the one, but all I could see was endless swamp.

With rocks and the occasional tree root just waiting to trip me. I focused on stepping carefully and trying not to slow our progress.

Concentrating as I was, I didn’t realize we’d arrived until Zhee tugged the sled to the side. I looked up to find the first dry ground I’d seen rising out of the mud into a walkway of flat paving stones. A round stone house perched at the top of the rise.

We slogged up to leave an interesting set of footprints along the walkway: my left/right muddy bootprints and Zhee’s collection of much smaller splats. With the hoversled between us, it looked like this house was getting two visitors interested in staying as far away from each other as possible, instead of a single delivery.

When we got close, a chorus of tiny squeaks started up. I located the source: a small cage hanging beside the door, which held a handful of cricket-sized whatevers. While Zhee found what passed for a doorbell, I took a surreptitious look. They were small and blobby, not mini near-cousins of his, which was definitely for the best.

“Delivery!” Zhee announced while a chime jangled.

Various bumps and a muffled voice sounded from inside, then our avian client opened the door eagerly. “Thank you for coming!” he said in the same trade language we were using, just with the distinct quackity overtones of his particular species. His dark feathers were flecked with white and he kept his arms folded as if they were wings. He said earnestly, “I hope it wasn’t too long of a walk.”

“It was fine,” Zhee said. “Would you like your packages unloaded right here?”

“Oh! Ahmm…” the ducky fellow looked indecisively between the stack of boxes, the paving stones, and the indoors.

I said, “We could carry them in for you, but we’d track in a bit of mud.” The sled was much too wide to fit through the door.

“That’s all right; I’ll move them,” he decided. “Out here is fine. Now where should I—? Yes, thank you.” He took the payment screen from Zhee and signed for the delivery while I undid the straps holding everything down. We didn’t always bother with those, but I was starting to think we should. If I’d managed to trip and knock a box into the mud, that would have been an embarrassing bad mark on our record.

While we unloaded the boxes, those little whatsits serenaded us with a fresh chorus of squeaky chirps. It reminded me of tame finches with just a touch of guinea pig. I wondered if this was the local version of a windchime or something else.

The client saw me staring and said, “My dear little Cozy went missing, and these are his favorite food. I’m hoping to lure him back. You haven’t seen him, have you? A young cuddlebeast about this big, with a white stripe on his head?” He held clawed hands a few inches apart.

“Sorry, no,” I said with a look at Zhee. “I didn’t see any beasts at all. Did you?”

“No,” Zhee agreed. “Just mud.”

The client ruffled his feathers in a way I didn’t know how to read; maybe he was embarrassed. “They did tell me he’s suited to living in this environment, and he might not return if I let him out, but I haven’t given up hope. My home is nice and warm, after all.”

“We’ll keep an eye out on the walk back,” I told him. “Does he come when he’s called?”

“He always did when he was inside the house,” the guy said. “Cozy! Cozyyy!” He waited for a moment, then looked down. “He loves his cuddles. I hope nothing bad has happened to him.”

Zhee set down the last box. “You’ve done what you can,” he assured the client, sounding like he might have even meant it.

“I suppose so.” The ducky guy looked sad for a moment, then rallied. “Well, thank you again! I don’t want to keep you. Safe travels!”

We bid him goodbye and headed back down into the mud, with me waving goodbye and Zhee trying to make good time. The client went back into his house and I focused on taking long strides again.

We went slightly to the side of the route we’d taken before. The mud was much lumpier here, with herds of round rocks that rolled around and made the footing treacherous. Despite my death grip on the sled, I was nearly swimming at a couple points in an effort to keep up. The muddy water was deep enough to swim in, but not consistently so, otherwise I might have given up and started paddling.

I had just decided to ask Zhee to slow down when I lost my footing completely and went under, holding my breath in panic before I remembered the exo suit covered my head. I got my feet under me by kicking lumps out of the way and I stood in the waist-high mud, wiping futilely at the dirty face mask.

Zhee sighed audibly and stopped walking. “Really?”

“It’s hard to find somewhere solid to step!” I exclaimed. “There are rocks and lumps of mud everywhere!” I scooped one up to prove my point, ending up with what looked like a potato. “Huh. That’s too light to be a rock. Tuber?”

“Fascinating,” Zhee said drily.

“It reminds me of an Earth food, but those don’t grow in swamps,” I said, giving it a closer look.

“Do not bring it back to the ship for eating,” Zhee said sternly.

“I wasn’t going to!” I protested.

“Good. It’s probably horribly smelly and liable to poison half the crew.”

I started to protest more, just on principle, then the potato opened an eye and I dropped it. “Ah!”

“What?”

“It’s a creature!” I shuffled in place, feeling more potato-like shapes bump against my ankles in the cold watery mud. “Are these all animals??”

“Ugh,” Zhee declared, lifting a couple exo suited legs out of the murk on his side of the hoversled. “What an unpleasant choice of environmental niches.”

I was thinking fast. “Wait, these could be like toads. It’s cold right now; maybe they’re hibernating. Hey, do you know what a ‘cuddlebeast’ actually looks like?”

“Not a clue. That’s your area of expertise.” Zhee gave me a look through the domes over his faceted eyes. “Do these things look especially cuddleable to you?”

“I don’t know, maybe.” I felt around gingerly for another one, hoping they didn’t have sharp teeth to use on people who interrupted their hibernation. “But that would explain why Cozy never came back, if he’s out here dozing with his distant family.”

“Well I’m sure he’s very happy if so,” Zhee said, stepping forward. “Let’s be off.”

“Wait, lemme try something first.” I put a hand on the sled as it eased past, but did my best impression of the squeaks that the food animals had made earlier. Cute little questioning sounds, like they were curious.

“If that didn’t work close to the house, it’s unlikely to work out here,” Zhee said. But he stopped again.

“It’s worth a shot,” I said. “Cozy! Cozyyy!” Then I squeaked some more.

“What a surprise; nothing. Now let’s—” Zhee flinched when something by his hind leg croaked.

“Cozy!” I said with a grin, ducking to look under the hoversled. “Here, boy!” Something potato-like with big eyes and a distinct pale swatch on the top was treading water in the murk.

Zhee stepped fastidiously to higher ground. “I can’t believe you found it.”

“Yup,” I said, testing my footing. “Now I just have to catch it.”

“As long as you keep your mud to yourself.”

“No promises,” I said, making the first lunge of many and only splashing a little.

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.

The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

[witchygagirlwrites]

No Leftovers

Jay Halstead x Voight Daughter Reader (Nicknamed Little Bird/Birdie)

You make a move back home to Chicago and face your past. Along with it you meet your dad and Erin's unit which includes Jay Halstead. He pursues you but you are tired of coming in second to Erin.

Warnings: Erin is not the usual sweetheart and Voight has issues with his daughter

“So, I need some help” you knew as soon as you called Justin and said those words your brother would be on high alert. “What’s wrong Birdie?” you laughed lightly “Not like that Justin. I got a new job” 

You heard him audibly sigh a breath of relief “Lead with that. Had me wondering how me and Al are gonna make it to Boston in enough time to cover up whatever happened” you laughed lightly “Well it’s good news because I get to see you more regularly but unfortunately it also means I’m going to have to be working with dad and Erin” he sucked in air between his teeth “Shit, little sister. You’re the new A.D.A they hired?” “That’d be me. I need a place so think you could help me out?” he chuckled “I’m guessing you don’t want dad to know?” 

When you answered with silence he laughed again “Ok then, I’ll call a few people. How are we doing this?” You looked around your apartment “The idea is that if you can find a place, I’ll just ship my stuff and if need be I can send you some money to help pay movers or something unbox” “You send your stuff, I’ll get the place set up. I’ll call you in a day or two” he told you and you smiled, you knew you could rely on Justin. “Thank you” “I got you baby sis” he replied before you told each other goodbye and hung up.

You sat down on the couch and looked around. You liked Boston, you really did but damn you missed Justin. You never got to visit your mom’s grave. You hadn’t seen Al and his family in years. Trudy had gotten married and you’d simply been able to send a gift. 

The pay was more in Chicago, the benefits were better and you got to be home. The only fall back was you had to work with your dad and his golden girl. You refused to let those two keep you away from Chicago and your brother any longer.

“I’ll be fine Justin” you were trying to convince him that you would be ok. He’d managed to not only find you a decent place in a decent neighborhood, within your price range but he’d set it up himself to have it ready for you and had kept you a secret for the last two weeks while you ran around signing off on your paperwork with the district’s attorney office and just getting adjusted to being home.

You didn’t need him to take the day off his job to hold your hand on your first day. Just because the D.A. decided to throw you to the wolves from the word go. You parked in front of the twenty-first precinct, grabbed your briefcase and climbed out of your suv and headed for the door.  You squared your shoulders as you opened the door, fuck your dad or Erin. This was your job. 

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The moment you stepped in you heard Trudy’s voice “Oh my god. Birdie?” she was around the desk and pulling you into a hug before you knew it. You couldn’t help but smile at seeing at least one friendly face from the start. “Hey Trudy. Did you get my wedding gift?” she nodded “Thank you so much for the tickets to the bahamas. We had an amazing time” you shrugged “Least I could since I couldn’t make it back”

“I’ve missed seeing you” she told you once she let you go and you motioned with your briefcase “Well good news. You’ll be seeing a lot more of me. I’m here because I’m the new A.D.A. I was assigned the most recent case intelligence worked so I need to speak with a detective Halstead” she nodded “Come on, I’ll walk you up”

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You followed her up the stairs and she stopped at the palm scanner then held the gate for you once it popped. “I wish you wouldn’t have stayed gone so long” you shrugged “I never meant to, just things happened” “I know sweetie” she replied as the two of you made it to the top of the stairs and damn near every set of eyes landed on you.

“Who are you?” one man asked and you had to admit he was good looking, probably older than you with tattoos sticking out of the sleeve of his shirt. You were about to introduce yourself when Al stepped around the corner “Little bird!” and quickly made it across the floor to pull you into his arms. 

The commotion of someone new must have summoned everyone because two more men stepped out of the break room then your dad and Erin stepped out of his office. You felt yourself stiffen your spine immediately. “Birdie, what are you doing here?” he asked and you laughed lightly “Hey to you too dad”

“Dad?” all four men and the other woman who’d just come up the stairs behind Trudy echoed. You cut your eyes around the room and held your arms out “Surprise. Also I’m your new A.D.A.” 

“You’re the new A.D.A.?” Erin asked and you cut your eyes at her “Yeah Lindsay. Why?” she shrugged “Just curious” you didn’t want to rise to the bait. “They sought me out and offered me twice my salary in Boston. Was worth it” you turned back to your dad “I’ve been assigned your most recent case. I need to prep your detective before court is the only reason I am here. The sooner I can do that, the sooner I can leave”

He held your eyes for just a second before nodding and waving one of the men over. When he got to you he smiled slightly and offered his hand “Jay Halstead ma’am” you nodded “Just A.D.A. Voight is good” he was handsome. Six foot, seafoam blue eyes and a smile to die for but you’d heard the name from Justin. This was your dad’s pick to take over the unit one day. “Want to speak in the break room. It will only take about fifteen minutes then you can get on with your day” he nodded “Of course” and waved a hand towards the break room.

When you started to walk away your dad called your name and you cut your eyes back “I’m at work sergeant. I’ll call you later” he nodded so you walked into the break room, pulling the file you needed from your briefcase and sat across from Jay.

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You ran through the line of questioning you would do, the probable line of questioning the defense would take and made sure Jay was ready for any angle. When you were certain he was you stood, tucking everything into your briefcase. “I’ll see you in court” he watched you stand “I never knew Voight had a daughter” you scoffed “Not a biological one anyways?” he looked over his shoulder to where Erin had just walked past the open door. “Yeah”

You shrugged “We drifted after my mom got sick. Then when she died, it was only worse. Anyway, I’ll see you in court detective. Wear a suit and keep the temper I’ve heard about in check and we should be fine”  “Yes ma’am. Was nice meeting you Y/N”

You walked out of the break room and nodded to Kim, Adam, Kevin and Antonio in turn “It was nice to meet you all” then headed for the steps. Not looking back when you heard your dad’s office door open. You’d spent years begging for scraps of affection from that man after your mom’s passing. You were done. Justin had one too many yelling matches with him on your behalf. He had his golden girl, the detective. You were just you.

You walked down the steps and smiled at Trudy “I’m back in town so we need to get together soon” she nodded “I’d love that” you gave her your number then headed back outside. You would be glad to get back to the office.

You laughed at Justin’s face. His girlfriend Olive had made dinner and it was really good but bless your brother when he’d attempted to add salt he’d not checked to make sure the lid of the shaker was secure so now his plate was effectively ruined. “You want the rest of mine?” you offered and Olive shook her head with a laugh “There’s more Birdie. I’ll get him more” he looked at her “I’ll get it. You and Birdie talk”

He’d wanted you and her to get to know each other better. You’d solely spent time with the two of them since coming back home anyways. Justin was the only person in your corner and Olive didn’t know the same people you did so there was no chance of her accidentally busting you out. 

“Have you talked to Hank anymore?” she asked and you grimaced “Beyond the phone call to ask why I didn’t let him know I was moving back? No. I have court tomorrow though with one of his detectives to close a case” Justin walked back into the room and sat down next to you “How did Erin treat you?” you cut your eyes at him and he grinned slightly “That good huh?” you laughed “Sibling rivalry? I guess. I don’t mean to feel how I do but damn I am his daughter not her” Justin nodded “I know but that’s on him. You’re amazing birdie. If dad can’t see what type of woman you’ve become don’t let that affect you. I’m proud of you and mom would be” you smiled at him “Thank you Justin” he nodded “Now eat” you rolled your eyes “Yes big brother” and that made Olive laugh.

Jay normally hated being on the witness stand but with you as the A.D.A.? He was mesmerized watching you work. You owned the courtroom. He’d never seen anything like it. You had the defense attorney floundering and when you questioned him he found himself biting the urge to follow your steps with his eyes as you walked. Where the hell had you practiced law before now? 

Once the questioning was handed over to the defense attorney he watched you play with a pencil and knew when you grinned and called an objection that the defense had stumbled themselves even before the judge called a sustained

The final conviction came down and you’d gotten the highest for the perp. He’d killed two women in the process of  trafficking victims. He would never see the light of day as a free man again.

Somehow you’d gotten talked into going out to a bar called Mollys. Apparently a couple of the firefighters from Fifty one owned it. Good enough for you. You were sitting by yourself at the bar when Jay walked up next to you “Can I sit A.D.A. Voight?” you rolled your eyes “Everyone calls me Birdie, Jay” he grinned “Birdie”

He sat down and looked at you “You were amazing in court yesterday” you nodded “Working in Boston will do that to you. That’s a huge circuit” he shrugged “Still, I have to admit that was the first time I didn’t hate being in court. You’re something to watch” 

You raised an eyebrow “Jay are you trying to compliment me?” he nodded “I am actually” you laughed “Thank you I guess?” he grinned “Plus you’re the prettiest D.A. that I’ve ever been questioned by” you shook your head “and you work for my dad” he shrugged “Not working right now. Let me buy you a beer” 

“Ok” you agreed and he smiled “Ok” and waved Herrman over to order two beers.

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You were talking to Jay for the better part of two hours. You had to admit he wasn’t just a pretty face. He seemed like a decent guy too. He was sweet and easy to talk to. “So, is there any way I can get your number?” he asked and you shrugged “Why not” 

You’d just gotten through giving him your number when Justin sat down on your other side, death glaring at Jay “Foster sister wasn’t enough? You had to go for Birdie too?”

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You looked from Justin to Jay. “What’s he mean?” Justin nodded at Jay “Loverboy didn’t tell you? Him and Erin were a thing” your head swung around towards Jay “What?” he cut his eyes towards Justin “Like two years ago!” you shook your head and stood up “Take me home Justin” and looked back at Jay “I spent my childhood getting Erin’s hand me downs, I don’t need or want anymore. Forget I gave you my damn number” and stormed out. 

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[heroesrest64]

Farming For Heroes

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Chapter 1: Introductions

After years of struggling at a dead-end job in Castle Town, you finally decide you’ve had enough and take off to the countryside. Your family used to run a pretty successful farm out in Hateno Village, and gave you the deed to the land before moving overseas. You never did anything with it, not having the heart to sell it, but not particularly wanting to run it yourself in the meantime.

Of course now you’re all for that farm life! Getting down and dirty in Mother Nature, planting seeds, watering crops. You couldn’t think of a better way to spend your time.

And then you make it to Hateno Village and find the fields that you grew up in completely covered in rocks, trees and overgrown weeds.

You think you cried a little while cutting down those first few weeds, and you definitely shed some tears when it came to chopping away at the encroaching trees. What’s worse, your childhood house was completely broken down and overrun as well, weeds sprouting out of the floorboards and the roof threatening to cave in in some places. Not the leisurely farm life you were expecting, but you couldn’t very well head back now.

It takes a full day since moving in until you feel your farm is decent enough and you finally make your way into the village proper. You wake up bright and early- the sun isn't even fully up yet, but you’re eager to start the day correctly. You till your fields for the first couple hours of the day before the sun gets too high in anticipation for what you’ll be doing today- planting your first crops.

Once the sun starts shining through the treeline surrounding your farm, you stop tilling, setting aside your hoe and retreating to your dilapidated house to clean up before entering the village proper.

It’s a lively community, even so early in the morning. There are plenty of people milling about; people toting baskets filled with fresh produce back to their houses, old ladies gathered around a well gossiping about this and that. You swear your own name slips into their conversation, but you choose to ignore it. Kids chase frogs near a shallow pond where their mothers work on laundry, and a few men seem to be gathering, talking about monster sightings on the edge of town.

You breeze past most of the denizens, knowing that you’ll have to get to know them all eventually, but wanting to focus on your task for the day before anything else. There’s only two places you think of that would carry seeds. One would be the general store. The other would be the other farm near the entrance to the village. You stop by the general store first, familiar with the route even after all of these years. You’re even more surprised when you recognize the face on the other side of the counter.

“Ivee?” You ask, walking up to the counter hesitantly. The girl perks up, eyeing you curiously for a couple seconds before recognition alights in her eyes.

“Oh my gosh! You’re really back?! I thought my mom was just spouting more nonsense, but you’re really here!” Ivee grins, rounding the counter to envelop you in a tight hug. She quickly withdraws, taking your hands in hers and smiling at you.

“Haha, yeah. It’s been, what, five years?” You ask, smiling at your childhood friend. The two of you would hang out around your parents’ farm everyday back when you were younger. Ivee looks the same as ever, hair short in a pixie cut, chocolate brown eyes glittering in the low light of the store, and a delicate if slightly mischievous smile on her face.

“Six, actually. How’d the big city treat ya?” Ivee asks, rounding the counter to stand behind the register, looking busy so her dad won’t peer in and berate her for a few moments of small talk.

“Not so well, seeing as I’m back here. I guess I just wasn’t cut out for it.” You sigh, elbows propped on the counter, and Ivee hums sympathetically.

“At least the farm’s still up for you to fall back on, although last I saw, it was a bit of a wreck…” Ivee gives you a curious look, asking without actually saying anything about what your plans from here on are.

“Ugh, don’t remind me. There’s a ton of repairs I gotta get done, but I need the rupees for that first and foremost. Speaking of, I came to see if y’all had any seeds for sale. I’ve got enough saved up for a decent first crop, at least.”

“Ooh, sorry, hun, but the other farmer already stopped by to buy out our stock. I think his name’s Time- he’s a bit newer in town. He’s nice, though. You might be able to weasel some seeds out of him.” Ivee offers, and you groan but nod in defeated understanding.

“Okay… For now, I’ll put in an order for a few other seeds, and see what I can get outta this ‘Time’ fella. It’s about time for some spring crops, so…” You trail off, listing a few different seeds for your friend to reserve for you. She takes your down payment, greedily sequestering your rupees away, then waves you off with directions to the other farm set up on the western side of the village.

True to Ivee’s directions, you make it to a farm filled with rows upon rows of freshly planted crops. There’s a pretty robust sprinkling system set up despite how new the farm allegedly is. This guy must know what he’s doing. You find yourself becoming slightly intimidated, stress lining your shoulders as you walk up to a farmhouse connected to the fields, carefully brushing yourself down before lifting a fist to knock on the door.

Knock knock knock The wood of the door makes a hollow noise that sounds a bit too loud in your own ears, and you shuffle back, waiting for some sort of response. It barely takes a minute before the door is being opened with a screech, and a blonde man with a scar over one of his eyes and strange markings on his face peeks out from the house.

“Ah, hello. You must be Time. I’m the new farmer, my family used to run that plot of land up the hill.” You point vaguely in the direction of your farm, and the man follows your motions before nodding once in acknowledgement.

“I think I heard about you. Is there something I can do for you?” Time asks, and you quickly nod, grateful that he breached the subject before you were forced to.

“Yes! Actually, I was ready to plant my first crop today, but the general store was all sold out. I was wondering if I could buy some seeds off of you in the meantime.” You bow your head, internally hoping and praying that he’ll agree, and you hear a smooth chuckle in reply to your request.

“No need to pay me. I just have a small request and you can have a tidy crop of seeds all to yourself.” Time grins, and you peek up at him, interested in the offer. Free seeds and all you have to do is a little request? Doesn’t sound too bad as long as it’s not more socializing-

“I have a delivery for the tavern. My usual delivery boy is out on a monster hunt right now, so you showed up right in the nick of time.” The blonde man gestures to a stack of crates set up in a wagon waiting at the side of his house, and you’re grateful to see you won’t need a horse to draw it.

“A monster hunt, eh? That sounds like fun.” You grin, beginning to walk off the porch towards the cart. Time follows you to the first step, arms crossed over his chest as he watches you check over the cart before taking the handle and dragging it forward a couple steps.

“If you’re curious, Warriors is always taking volunteers. Talk with him and he’ll be able to set you up to go on an excursion.” Time waves at you, and you finally begin the trek to the tavern, only to realize at the last second that you don’t know where said tavern would even be.

Luckily, someone seems to notice you struggling, hopping up to your side and loudly asking if you need any help.

“Yes, actually! I have a delivery for the tavern. Could you point me in the right direction?” You ask, turning and tilting your head down. A young boy with a head of blonde curls nods dutifully, grinning brightly up at you as he begins pulling you towards a creek that cuts through the back of the village. You know there’s a bridge in the same direction, leading towards an old and abandoned house. Maybe someone fixed it up and made it into a restaurant?

“If you’re free, you should totally stop in for a bite to eat! Wild’s one of the best cooks around. It helps that he has some of the freshest fish- caught by yours truly.” The kid sniffs, looking all too proud of himself. So he’s a fisherman. That would explain the salt and sand latched onto his hair and the cute lobster shirt he’s wearing.

“I guess I’ll have to stop for some lunch, then. As thanks for showing me around, why don’t I get you something as well?” You suggest, stepping onto the bridge leading to the tavern. The boy lights up, agreeing excitedly and racing to the other side of the bridge as you slowly follow after, careful that you don’t lose any of the boxes to the creek babbling far below you.

The inside of the tavern is just as lively as the rest of the village, even given the early hour. You spot an older couple on a date by a window seat, a couple younger men set up by the bar counter, and what looks to be the chef preparing drinks behind the counter, humming a pleasant tune under his breath as he works.

“Wild! Got a delivery for ya!” The kid at your side calls out, scurrying towards the bar and popping up right between a man wearing a smithy’s apron, his hair tied back with a headband, and another man with a pink streak in his blonde hair, whose nose scrunches up with distaste at the boys outburst.

“Another one? I thought you finished your deliveries little buddy.” Wild wonders, turning with two cups in his hands- one a fresh, steaming cup of coffee, the other being a glass of apple juice. He sets both down in front of the men your companion had wedged himself between, and they both mutter their thanks and take their drinks.

“It’s not mine. I think Time got a new delivery person.” The kid shrugs, looking over his shoulder at you. Startled at being so suddenly addressed, you stumble forward, lifting your hand to wave a greeting.

“I’m just helping him out for the day. I’m gonna be running the farm up the hill. It’s nice to meet you.” You greet the men, and Wild grins at you.

“Well, I can’t wait to see what you’ll grow! We’ll have to talk shop once your first crop comes in- I try to get locally sourced food to serve here.” Wild hums happily, and you feel a smile crawl onto your lips. He seems pretty nice. You wouldn’t mind selling to him.

“Another farmer? How many does one village need?” A new voice pipes up, scoffing in a way that you were very obviously supposed to hear. You glance towards where it came from, making eye contact with the man with a pink streak in his hair.

“C’mon, Legend. Don’t be rude.” Wild shakes his head, seeming exasperated with the man. Legend shrugs, not sorry in the least. To a certain extent, he’s not wrong. Time’s farm looks like it could feed a small army. But regardless of that, don’t you deserve the chance to prove yourself before he starts talking about how you’re unnecessary?

“It’s fine, Wild. He probably just doesn’t know how much manpower it takes to run a farm.” You make your voice as breezy as possible, showing you’re not bothered by Legend’s jab. He frowns, but doesn’t say anything else as you ask Wild if he’d like some help moving the delivery indoors.

By the time you’re done moving the crates around, Legend is gone, and you find your guide has taken his seat, along with the remnants of his apple juice.

“Mind if I sit by you guys?” You ask, gesturing to a different barstool close by. The kid nods excitedly while the smithy simply dips his head once.

“I’m sure you heard earlier, but I’m the new farmer. I hope we can get along.” You reach your hand out towards the headband wearing man, and he takes it in his own calloused grip.

“I’m Four. I work at the blacksmith. Don’t mind Legend; He can be a bit snappish at first, but he’ll warm up to you eventually.” Four waves vaguely, and you nod in understanding.

“What can I get you two? It’s on the house.” Wild suddenly speaks up, coming from the sectioned off part of his kitchen with a notebook drawn and a pencil poised to take your order.

“Oh! I can, uh, pay. You don’t have to-“ You start, lifting your hands to refute the offer, but Wild shakes his head, a pleasant smile on his face.

“You helped me out bringing those ingredients all the way down here, and I think Wind deserves a reward for helping you out as well.” It’s clear the man won’t be taking no for an answer, so you nervously mumble your order while Wind chirps out his own request. Wild jots something down in his notebook before telling you both that he’ll be back soon, heading back into his kitchen to begin cooking.

“Do you know a lot about farming?” Wind asks curiously while you wait for your food, and you hum a considering note.

“I actually grew up on the farm I’m working on now. I’ll admit I’m probably not as good a farmer as my parents were, but I think I can make do.” You smile, tapping a pattern on the counter. The three of you talk for a little while longer before Wild comes bustling back, arms laden with piping hot plates of food.

Wild turns out to be an excellent chef, hitting all of the right notes- smell, presentation and flavor melding into one of the best meals you’ve had in a while. You internally promise to come back and eat at the tavern as often as you can before excusing yourself to tell Time about the successful delivery and to return his wagon.

When you get back to Time’s farm, there’s a small crowd of people standing out front, laughing and jokingly pushing at eachother. Time spots you from his place in the crowd and gestures you over.

“Thank you for your help. Here’s your reward-“ Time pulls out a couple small bags of seeds, as well as an apricot starter that makes your eyes boggle. Tree starters aren’t cheap, and he’s just handing this one over like it’s nothing! “Now why don’t I introduce you to some of my friends?”

“S-sure! Thank you again, Time, this is really too much.” You stutter, following after the man as he steps back into the group.

“Everybody, this is the new farmer. As for you, I’d like for you to meet Warriors, his sister Linkle, Sky, and my ranch hand, Twilight.” Time nods to each new person in turn, and they all say a greeting of their own. Warriors is a pretty good looking young man who carries himself like a knight while his sister Linkle is a little more wild looking. Her personality is bubbly and she hops up to greet you with a handshake. Sky seems kind of tired, but is pleasant in his own right, ruffling his brown curls while he introduces himself. Twilight acts just how you’d expect a ranch hand to- suave and with a voice created to send shivers down people’s spines. You’re lucky you grew up on a farm or you might’ve fallen for him right there and then.

“It’s nice to meet y’all. I think I heard something about your group going out for some monster hunting,” You decide to lead the conversation, curious about what all monster hunting entails. It wasn’t something that was too prevalent in your childhood, and any monster threats in Castle Town were handled by soldiers or the royal guard if it was that serious.

“Recruiting for us again, Time?” Warriors turns sly eyes on the man, who lifts his hands innocently.

“I’m sure you young folk could use all the hands you can get.” Time snarks, grinning at the younger man. Warriors rolls his eyes, but is still smiling.

“Yes, we are part of the Monster Eradication Team. Hateno doesn’t have an official militia, but monsters are an ever-present threat, so I got permission to throw this group together and hunt monsters so the village isn’t overrun.” Warriors explains, and you nod along to his explanation. It’s a nice thought, although you wonder who he’d have to ask to get permission to start a small militia in a farming village like this.

“That’s really cool! I’ll have to see about joining some other time… For now, I think it’s about time I get back to my farm.”

“Well, it was good to meet you, farmer.” Warriors nods. The rest of the group starts waving you off, and you turn to go back home.

Of course, the world has one more interaction for you to experience before the day is done. Standing on the threshold of your homestead is a young man in a green tunic, honey blonde hair wisping in the breeze, and gorgeous green eyes practically sparkling when he turns and sees you.

“Hello! You must be the new farmer, right?” The man greets, hopping over to you in a rush. You agree, giving the man your name, which seems to make him light up a bit more.

“It’s great to meet you. I’m Hyrule, I run a clinic in the village. I was actually stopping by to give you some of these-“ Hyrule reaches into his bag, procuring a couple bags of seeds, handing them over to you with a wide grin on his face.

“They’re seeds for medicinal herbs. I have my own garden, but with monster attacks on the rise, it doesn’t hurt to have a little extra. Not to mention healing items tend to be pretty lucrative. Come talk to me whenever you feel like selling and I’ll be happy to take the finished product off your hands.”

“Oh! Thank you, Hyrule. I don’t know how to pay you back…” You rub the back of your neck, not expecting this turn in events. The new people living in Hateno all seem to be really nice, it’s a little overwhelming.

“Just stop by the clinic sometime, even if it isn’t for a checkup or to sell some of your items. I’d be glad for the company.” The man waves, taking off down the hill, leaving just as suddenly as he’d appeared. You smile, heading into your farm to start planting your new seeds, thinking about all of your new acquaintances in the meantime.

[atleastpleasetelephone]

Kinktober Day 27 - Choking/Breathplay

A/N: Many thanks to @polksaladava for the idea for this one.

Pairing: Greg Nolan x model!reader

Word count: 1.8K

TWs: Choking, name-calling (it's really quite nasty but it is consensual), p in v sex, cumming on face, Greg gets a bit carried away really.

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Greg sighs deeply. It’s getting late. He’s been trying to do this shoot all afternoon and it’s been like getting blood out of a stone. He sent the rest of the crew home about half an hour ago and now it’s just you and him. And he’s pissed. 

“Okay, one more try. And can you please try not to look so much like you want to go home?”

You try to hold yourself together. This is the third bad shoot you’ve had in a row and you can’t keep fucking up. But you know Greg is getting mad and you can’t really blame him. You’re mad with yourself too. 

“Okay.”

Greg rolls his eyes and picks his camera up again, adjusting the lens. 

“Right, let’s go, come on.”

You strike a pose and try to smoulder, but you just succeed in looking about as annoyed as you feel. 

“For God’s sake, y/n! You’re supposed to be looking sexy. You look like you wanna kill me.”

“Well maybe that’s because I do!” You snap, dropping the beach ball that you were holding to cover up your tits in frustration. It bounces across the room. 

Greg rolls his eyes again and tuts loudly. “Well that attitude isn’t going to get you anywhere.”

You groan and flop down onto the nearest chair. “Nothing is going to get me anywhere. Apart from fired. Fuck.”

He sighs loudly, one hand on his hip as he looks to the ceiling for some kind of divine inspiration. “Take five, I guess. I mean you are already.”

You lean back in the chair and pout. You kind of want to cry at this point but you don’t see yourself getting any sympathy from Greg. He confirms your theory by throwing the beach ball back at you. 

“Cover up, for fuck’s sake.”

“You don’t like my tits?”

Greg has his back to you, putting the camera down and running a frustrated hand through his hair. He does like your tits, actually. He likes your ass too. And your face isn’t bad either. But none of that helps when your face shows every single emotion on it, and none of them is come here and fuck me.

“Your tits are great honey, but your tits aren’t our problem, are they?” He sneers, walking back towards you. This is all really getting on his last nerve. “It’s this pretty little face of yours. You seem to have lost your bedroom eyes.” He strokes your cheek with the back of his fingers for a second and then lets out yet another frustrated sigh. 

Him mentioning bedroom eyes gives you an idea. 

“Greg?” You ask as he wanders about the place, fiddling with lights to try and stop himself from losing his temper. 

“Yes?” 

“I have an idea about how to get them back.”

“Get what back?”

“My bedroom eyes.”

He stops fiddling and moves back towards you. “Oh yeah?”

You take a deep breath. It’s either this or you lose your job. 

“Choke me. It… um… it gets me in the mood. And then I’ll be in the right headspace for… looking sexy.”

Greg stops entirely in his tracks. “Choke you?”

“Choke me. Just a bit. Until I kind of get a bit woozy. You can tell me all the things you don’t like about me while you’re at it. It might make you feel better.”

“What?” Greg feels like his brain has just stopped. No woman has ever said anything like this to him. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted, though. There was a chance that partially strangling you actually would at least make him feel better, even if it did nothing for his chance of getting a decent shot out of this.

“I know it seems a bit weird. But… you want me to look sexy for this shoot, right?”

“Yeah and somehow you keep fucking it up.”

You stand up and drop the beach ball again, looking into his eyes as you stand there in just your bikini bottoms. “Choke me. I promise I’ll look sexy afterwards.”

Greg closes the gap between you and slips his hand around your throat, loosely. 

“Alright then. Tap me if it gets too much, yeah?” 

You nod quickly. “Sure.”

He takes a deep breath in and starts to squeeze, looking down into your face. His jaw clenches, thinking about how long this photoshoot has lasted. It ought to have been done in a couple of hours but it was almost 8pm now with still no decent photo. How stupid could you be to not be able to pose seductively in half a bikini with a goddamn beach ball? His thumb presses against your windpipe and he hears you try to gasp for air, but the noise is small, weak, pathetic. 

“Fucking hell. You can’t even choke properly. Stupid bitch.” Through gritted teeth. 

You whine, feeling yourself getting wet looking at his face, so close, so gorgeous, so fucking angry. You can tell he’s barely containing his rage right now. You try to take another breath and end up making another wheezing noise. 

“Shut up! I don’t want to hear your stupid gasping for breath. You’re too fucking useless to be allowed to breathe.”

Your eyes go wide at the words and the fact that his thumb is really bearing down on your windpipe, making it impossible to get any air at all now. Your mind starts to get a little foggy as your pussy tingles. 

“You’re just a dumb slut getting her photo taken in her panties.” He stares into your eyes with pure rage. “And you can’t even do that properly.”

Your eyes start to flutter closed as you feel yourself floating, like your brain is completely outside of your body. Like you’re in space. Like nothing that’s happened today matters at all. 

“I like you better like this,” he hisses. “Quiet and not fucking breathing anymore.”

You feel yourself bordering on consciousness. Your hand somehow finds his hip and tries to touch it. It takes him a second to move from annoyance at you flapping around to realisation that you’re tapping out. 

He opens his hand, stepping back and looking at you in shock as you gasp loudly and desperately for air. You cough and fall back into the chair, your chest heaving. 

“Shit,” he mutters, suddenly feeling horribly guilty. He’d almost got completely carried away. 

You scrabble around for the beach ball and look up at him with the sexiest bedroom eyes he’s ever seen. 

“Quick,” you croak. “Take the shot.”

He grabs the camera and takes a few pictures. Then he gets around twenty more of you standing and posing pin-up style, and then some of you crawling on the floor towards him. He doesn’t need those for the photoshoot but he can’t resist. He’ll find some use for them.

“That’s enough,” he says, eventually. He’s painfully hard but he still feels guilty. 

You sigh with relief and sit back on the chair. He shakes his head, taking your hand and leading you over to the sofa. “Here. This is a bit more comfy. Are you okay? I feel… I feel bad honey. I was real nasty back there and I almost lost control.”

His hand cups your face and you feel yourself melt at his tenderness. 

“It’s fine. It’s good. I like it, honestly.”

You look down at his lips and back at his eyes and he takes the hint, kissing you gently. Your lips are soft, and you taste good when his tongue explores your mouth. 

“Are you sure?”

You smile, then take one of his hands and slide it into your bikini bottoms so he can feel how wet your pussy is. He smiles back. 

“Oh, thank fuck.” He takes your hand and presses it against his clothed dick. “Me too.”

You bite your lip. “You wanna choke me again while you fuck me?”

He nods eagerly. “Yes please, honey.”

You slip your bikini bottoms off as he takes his dick out, pumping it a few times before lining it up with your entrance. You both moan as he slides in fully, and you wrap your legs around his waist. He looks down at you. 

“When do you want me to do it?”

“Just a little before I cum. Makes it more intense. I’ll tell you.”

He starts to roll his hips into you and you think it might be the time already. You’d got so turned on from the choking and being made to crawl around on your hands and knees whilst he took photos of you half-naked didn’t hurt either. You can feel your orgasm bubbling inside you, and it just gets closer as he grabs your breast and rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 

“Oh God…” you murmur. 

He looks up. “Already?” You nod. “Needy little slut.” He can’t help himself with the name-calling, but you love it too, moaning loudly in response. 

“Quiet,” he tells you, wrapping his hand around your throat again as he starts to really fuck you. 

He slams his hips into yours as his hand closes tightly and he watches your eyes slowly flutter shut again. He can tell you’re close by the way your body tenses and it's not much longer before he feels your pussy squeezing tightly around his dick. He lets go of you and pulls out hurriedly. 

“C’mere.” 

His hand on the back of your head guides you towards him as he kneels on the sofa, pumping his dick a few more times until he shoots cum all over your pretty little face, your eyes still closed. He groans at the rush of his release, and then sits back on his heels. 

“Shit. Fuck. How do you make me get so carried away?” 

You slowly open your eyes, coming down from your dizzying high. 

“That was incredible,” you drawl, trying ineffectually to wipe the mess off your face. 

Greg uses his sleeve to do it for you instead, then pulls you into his arms. 

“Can I take you to dinner?”

“I don’t really feel like dinner.” Greg feels his stomach sink. You don’t want to spend any more time with him. Maybe he was too mean? “But I’d love to just get some take out and watch some TV with you… if you want?” He almost doesn’t hear the second part, but then he suddenly realises what you’ve said. 

“I’d love to do that, honey. I really want to get to know you better.”

You smile into his shirt. Things have really improved since you started this photoshoot all those hours ago. Who’d have thought a good choking was all you needed to get the perfect shot?

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[dioslesbianwife]

Headcannons for jojo villains if the reader asks them to do their hair!

••••••••••••

Wamuu

He’s the first one you approach. His own hair always looks decent, so surely he’s got some secret technique.

“Wamuu,” you say, dragging a brush through a tangle with a wince, “how do you deal with this?”

“I brush it,” he replies plainly, as if it’s that simple.

“Yeah, but like—can you do mine? Please?”

Wamuu nods seriously, taking the brush from your hands. You sit cross-legged on the floor, expecting him to be gentle. Instead, he brushes with the strength of a warrior.

“Ow! I said brush, not rip my scalp off!”

“Pain builds character,” he replies without stopping, though his grip softens. By the end, your hair is smooth, but your scalp feels… disciplined.

Dio

Dio laughs when you ask him. “Do I look like a servant to you?

You shrug. “You’ve got good hair, so I figured you’d know what you’re doing. Guess I was wrong.”

He narrows his eyes, unable to resist a challenge. “Fine. Sit.”

To your surprise, Dio is actually skilled. He hums softly to himself as he braids your hair, fingers working with practiced precision.

“This isn’t bad,” you admit.

“Of course it isn’t. I am Dio.” He pauses, smirking. “Though I doubt you’ll find anyone else who can match my artistry.”

“Sure, you’re the Michelangelo of hair.”

Kira

When you ask Kira, he looks appalled.

“I don’t… touch people’s hair.”

“Not even your own?”

“I keep mine short for a reason,” he replies stiffly. “I have no interest in… detangling chaos.”

“You’re useless,” you say with a sigh, walking away. You don’t miss the way he mutters something under his breath.

Pucci

Pucci listens patiently as you explain your plight, nodding with understanding.

“Of course I’ll help,” he says, taking a seat behind you.

You hand him a comb, expecting some gentle care, but instead, he starts lecturing.

“Do you know the story of Samson?”

“Pucci, if you don’t stop monologuing and start brushing—”

“Samson’s strength was in his hair, perhaps yours holds its own power.”

It’s not the worst hair session, but the sermon drags on until you finally escape.

Doppio

Doppio is thrilled when you ask for his help.

“You trust me with your hair? Really?!”

“Yeah, just don’t do anything weird with it.”

He giggles nervously but does an okay job brushing. At one point, he ties a bow in your hair with some ribbon he found.

“There! Now you look even cuter!”

You laugh, patting his arm. “Thanks, Doppio. It’s not bad.”

When Diavolo takes over later, he immediately cuts the ribbon off.

Funny Valentine

Valentine’s reaction is pretty neutral. “Hair care is an important part of presentation,” he says, rolling up his sleeves.

You sit down, expecting some sort of patriotic monologue, but he’s actually quite skilled. His movements are efficient, and he even uses some sort of oil that leaves your hair shiny.

“There. As polished as any American hero,” he says, admiring his work.

“You’re weird, but thanks,”.

Kars

Kars is the most confident of them all. “My hair is superior,” he declares. “If you wish for perfection, you’ve come to the right being.”

You let him have his moment as he gets to work, though his commentary is endless.

“This strand is inferior,” he mutters at one point. “You should be honored I’m improving it.”

By the time he’s finished, your hair looks amazing, but you’re emotionally drained.

•••••••••••

In the end, you realize asking for help might not have been the best idea, but at least your hair looks… mostly decent.

[somuchbetterthanthat]

Sam&Alice's past, ep1-39

Episode 1

GWEN You'll have to forgive Alice, Sam. She's convinced that she's funny. SAM It's alright, we actually go way back. LENA Alice recommended Sam for the job.

(..)

GWEN So you and Alice go back? SAM Yeah, we knew each other at uni. GWEN That how she tricked you into working here? SAM To be fair, she did say the office vibes were- uh- “a bit bleak”.

(..)

SAM No, I mean for the job. I don’t know if I’ve actually said it. Thanks for this. ALICE Don’t worry about it. It’s not really the sort of job I’d expect to be thanked for hooking you up with. SAM It’s something to focus on. And I need that right now. ALICE And it’s not too awkward working with an ex? SAM Only if she won’t stop bullying me. ALICE Ah. Guess it’ll always be awkward then.. SAM snorts goodnaturedly.

More under the cut. THis is going to be so long, help :').

Episode 2 (I'm counting this one because I feel it's significant Sam remembers Luke's old band from years ago. Says a lot about their past.)

SAM So how’s Luke? ALICE He’s good! SAM He still playing with Bullets for Saint Sebastian? ALICE (returning to her desk) God no! They broke up years ago. He’s with a new group: Dredgerman. They’re pretty decent. SAM I’m glad he’s doing well, as far as brothers go you could’ve done worse.

Episode 6 (it's about the Timelines, etc.)

SAM (Yawning) I’ll have to risk it. I’m really struggling here. ALICE Oh sure. Ignore the woman who’s worked nights for almost a decade. What would she know?

(..)

ALICE Also, how do you know where I hide my biscuits. SAM It’s literally the same place you did when we were students – back of the top shelf in the upper left most cabinet. Where you think people won’t be able tall enough to see them.

Episode 9 (aka the episode that made me lose my mind first, etc.)

ALICE (sarcastic) Oh you know me, I just love to turn work into a minefield of interpersonal tension. TEDDY (who has known Alice for four years, btw.) You guys were together for years. It’s understandable.

(...)

SAM I mean, I do like Celia ALICE But? SAM But… I’m not sure we’re quite at the “going-to-Manchester-to-digthrough-a-burned-down-building” stage. ALICE Right. And we are? SAM (sheepish) Well, we used to be.

Episode 11

ALICE Well, luckily your best friend in this or any other world, the one and only Alice Dyer, has bought you a fancy coffee and a discount pasty. SAM (struggling to play along) Not the Alice Dyer? From such hits as “well at least it wasn’t both legs” and “who needs grandparents anyway?”

(..)

ALICE You actually wanted the Pain au Chocolat didn’t you? SAM What can I say? You’re predictable. ALICE Dammit.

Episode 12

ALICE (normal again) You know it’s rude to have absolutely no game? Christ, all these years and you still ask people out like a baby foal learning to tapdance. SAM Look it worked didn’t it?

Episode 13

CELIA Alice was right – it is easy to make you blush..

(...)

SAM And what else did she say about me? CELIA That you don't know how cute you are. SAM (pleased) Oh. Well… CELIA …and that you're an overachiever, obsessive, a bit repressed SAM Okay CELIA -nosey, kind of a recluse SAM Thank you. CELIA -and very easy to wind up. Beat. SAM Well, she's not wrong, I guess.

(...)

SAM Well after that it all just went downhill. Didn’t get into Oxford, so I went to Nottingham. I graduated but I missed a first by one mark. Then I went to work at a legal firm. I was there for years, hoping they’d eventually sponsor me for a law degree. CELIA And? SAM sighs. SAM I had a breakdown. Stress. There was an… incident at work. I… freaked out during a presentation. After that they “encouraged” me to move on and I did. Six unemployed months later and I took a job at the O.I.A.R. CELIA (Slightly cautious) Alice hooked you up? SAM (noticing) Yeah. Uh Full disclosure, we dated at Uni and stayed in contact after. I did my best to help her though her parents’ deaths but after that we pretty much dropped out of touch. According to her she dropped me a line about the job after “the most pathetic vague-post she had ever seen”. CELIA And now? SAM Now she’s a friend. An insufferable, obnoxious know-it-all friend but yeah, just a friend.

Episode 15

LUKE CONT. How’s Sam by the way? It’s been years since I saw the weedy git. ALICE Same as ever.

Episode 16

ALICE (sniffing) Thanks. Yeah I’m… I’m all right. Just a lot y’know? I haven’t seen someone die since… SAM Yeah.

Episode 19

ALICE Look, Sam, I really don’t have time to mess around tonight. SAM It’ll only take a sec. ALICE What’s wrong? You’re doing your twitchy eye, you only do that when something’s up?

Episode 22

SAM Why are you messing around with my cases Alice? ALICE I, uh… I would never- - SAM We both know you’re crap at lying so can we skip that bit? What are you doing?

(...)

ALICE I’m just trying to look out for you- SAM (Angry) No, you’re not! You’re trying to control me. Again. Well tough. I don’t need you breathing down my neck every second and claiming it’s to “protect” me! I can look after myself.

(...)

SAM Then why would you recommend me for this job? ALICE Because you needed something and… (sighing) I guess I just thought you’d be different. That you might actually listen to me. (beat) SAM Why are you even here Alice? ALICE I- What? SAM The money isn’t that good, the hours are crap and clearly you’ve seen this job destroy people. But you’ve still been coming in every night for years. ALICE You know why. Luke’s- SAM Don’t give me that. All you do is complain, but if things were as bad as you make out you’d already be gone. You’d never hang around if there wasn’t something in it for you, so what is it? ALICE Because if you can keep your head straight it’s actually pretty easy money. And you know what, maybe I do get a kick out of being the only one who can really hack it, but I had hoped you might be the same, that if I showed you the ropes we could… SAM (suspicious) What?

(..)

SAM (sitting) Yeah, I’m sorry. She just… pushes my buttons. CELIA It’s fine. You two have history. Maybe it’s easier if I don’t get mixed up in all the… SAM Baggage? CELIA (smiling) I was going to say “noise”. SAM Don’t worry about it. It’s her problem, not ours. I’m done trying to placate a jealous ex. She can either get over it or get lost, and right now either’s fine with me.

Episode 23

ALICE I had a favorite mug. It said “love you bitch” and had a picture of drunk dog on it. Luke got it me with the cash from his first gig. Sam broke it by accident last month. I nearly fed him the pieces…

Episode 25

ALICE Well that brings back uni memories doesn’t it. SAM Does it? ALICE The student union caff? SAM (remembering amused)Oh god, yeah! Eurgh how could I forget those “sloppy joes”. ALICE Sloppy was definitely the word. I can still taste it… SAM Ugh, D’you remember when they tried to do a veggie option and it just-

Fluff episode

COLIN I still can’t believe you got him the job, after everything you said. ALICE Hey, moaning about exes on Divorcemas is just what you do. He’s actually a good guy who just needed to catch a break.

(...)

ALICE (reluctantly) I think what Colin is trying to say is that as the newest member of this particular bitchy subcommittee you have to spill on your exes. SAM Um, ok… So, uh, there was this girl ALICE I’m right here. SAM Hey, I’ll have you know I have plenty of exes!

(...)

ALICE Oh Sam. I know you think you want normal, but I think it’s pretty obvious that deep down you only go for the truly depraved and bizarre. COLIN Sounds about right. ALICE Damn skippy. SAM Well what about you then eh? I’m guessing it was non-stop horror stories when I wasn’t on the scene. COLIN Mate, you have no idea. You’re a well-adjusted, genius, alpha-male heartthrob compared to what Alice has been dating.

Episode 37

SAM Did you try Alice? GEORGIE Who? MELANIE His better half from the sound of it SAM We’re not actually together MELANIE But you were close? SAM Close enough that our doubles might know each other too.

Episode 39

SAM I thought I recognized the address. This is Alice’s parent’s house, I’m sure of it. GEORGIE That a problem? SAM No it’s just… I helped her move their stuff out after they… huh…

(...)

ALICE (trying to muster herself) Then I’m sorry that I… SAM Don’t worry about it. It’s not the first time an Alice has flung herself at me.

(..)

ALICE Oh, I’m so sorry. SAM Don’t be. It was mutual. We actually still work together and it’s… it’s fine.

(...)

SAM It did. Few years ago, I guess around the same time. I went to hospital and it was pretty straightforward. Look. Alice visited me in the Hospital… (with a quiet smile) She hid a fetish mag under my pillow so the nurses would find it.

And that's. all we have so far folks. That I could find/remember at least. that is SO LITTLE?? when you think about it???? there is SO MUCH we don't know yet about those two.

[hotchstead]

Closed Off - Will Halstead

requested: yes

word count: 2,231

warnings: nothing really, just cute, closed off reader i guess?

a/n: i apologize if this isn't written well?? i cant tell-

Masterlist

“You’re a lot different under the sheets, aren’t you?” “How so?” “…You’re way softer, I like this side of you.”

When you started working at Chicago Med, you swore that you would just live your life there as a doctor and that was that. No romances, no mingling of any sort. As minimal talk of your personal life as possible. 

You wanted to leave that part of you back in New York and let Chicago be completely detached. As well as not letting your coworkers into your inner circle. And so far it had been working. Most of the people you worked with knew you were self reserved, respected that.

Including one Will Halstead but he really couldn’t get past the fact it drew him in even more than any sort of mystery usually would. Seriously, how could he just ignore that the new beautiful doctor at the hospital had so much hidden behind a brick wall. 

He of course respected your want to privacy, but that didn’t stop him from conveniently going to the vending machine at the same time as you, offering up any sort of light conversation he could. Simply wanting to offer out his attention and want to at least be friends.

And in all honesty, you found it cute. That he cared, if that was even the right word to use, to try and let you hunker down in this city. To know that you had each and every person in this hospital to lean on regardless of what you tried to shut out.

Usually you would just brush him off, but today was… decently hard. You had no real way to save this mother and you had to tell her family that. So you decided on grabbing something to try and calm yourself down. Some chips.

As always, Will followed you, leaning against the side of the machine with a slight grin. “Hey, what kind you getting?” He waited, knowing if you were going to reply it wouldn’t be right away. And he was right.

With a sigh, you looked up at him, “Salt and vinegar.” Short and bluntly, leaning down to grab the bag out of the bottom, sucking in a breath before going to go around him. As if he could tell, Will turned with you.

“Hey, wait. You alright?” His hand went to your arm, something that usually wouldn’t have made you stop but for some reason you did, gripping the small bag of chips in your hands. Genuinely you didn’t know if it was the bad day getting to you or what but you shook your head.

Will frowned slightly, pushing past the surprise that you actually spoke to him, “Do you wanna talk about it? Maybe I could help?” He offered, you nodding faintly. If it meant even possibly coming up with something to help your patient you’d do it.

“Yeah, my patient, she’s sick and I can’t save her. She’s past the point of chemo and everything so,” You paused faintly. “I don’t really know what to do.” Something you didn’t admit lightly. 

You were good at your job, cold shoulder or not. And honestly, one of the highest success rates of doctors in the ED, only topped by Dr. Choi. “Let me take a look at her and her papers and I’ll see if I can find anything. New eyes and all.” He once more offered.

Part of you was ashamed of the help but you brushed it off. Will managed to find something and by the end of the day, she was on a new treatment plan that was hopefully going to get her home before the holidays.

Later that night, when shift was about to end, you went into the break room, not looking for Will, but bumping into him was actually alright. “Hey, Halstead.” He lifted his head towards you with a hum of acknowledgement. “I just wanted to say an actual thank you for today.” You paused, actually feeling a bit nervous speaking up.

“I’m glad I could help. Always nice to see a parent make it home to their family.” Will shrugged his jacket on, watching as you still stood there, hands clasped together, “Was there something else?”” 

With how quickly you usually split from any sort of conversation it was odd that you didn’t with him, at least not now. “Well, I was uh, gonna see if you’d let me get you a drink.” Will’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Because honestly, I don’t think I could have handled losing that mother today.” You rolled your tongue against your cheek nervously.

He nodded faintly, doing his best (and failing) to hide the smile that was actively growing on his face. “Well, I think I’d like that.”

“Just the one though.” You faintly laughed, “Don’t get your hopes up.” You managed to joke faintly, Will holding his hands up in defense. He’d take anything he could, conversation was conversation and that was how the two of you ended up next to one another at Molly’s that evening, a beer in both of your hands.

Will leaned on the counter, “You know, you’re pretty hard to read.” He spoke, looking over at you. “And I like to think I’m pretty good at reading people.” He sipped from his drink with a thoughtful look behind his eyes. That much was true, Will was good at knowing what kind of person he was getting entangled with.

Not that he ever had the best judgment on what that meant or would lead to but at least he had a baseline. With you though it was like there was nothing. You didn’t give off anything. He had nothing to base his thoughts off.

“Well, that’s kind of the point.” You shrugged, taking a swig from your bottle, “That’s exactly how I want it to be.” Will shifted at the statement, facing you more, his eyebrows pulling together as he looked over at you.

“Why?” He chuckled faintly. “I mean, you’ve been in Chicago a few months now and all I got from you is that you’re from New York and that you like cats.” The only reason he even knew that was the pin you had attached to your jacket that you sometimes wore.

A small black cat pin. “Well if I answered that I’d be giving away all my secrets, wouldn’t I?” You cocked an eyebrow up, crossing a leg over the other. Will chuckled faintly, nodding with a shrug. He sighed faintly, tilting his bottle towards you.

“I guess you’re right.” Once more he took a decently big swig from his beer, taking a moment to think over his next words, “You know I’m gonna keep trying to get to know you right?” Will spoke, glancing to you. If he was one thing it was stubborn and one thing he wanted more than anything was to sneak through one of the tiniest cracks you had to have. 

Because everybody has one in the walls they put up. “I know.” You leaned your elbow on your knee, glancing up at him. “Doesn’t mean I’ll give in though.” The two of you shared a look, and you were unable to say you weren’t attempting to flirt at least a little bit. And it wasn’t like you were fully against talking to him in general. He wasn’t the worst company.

Will hummed faintly, he wasn’t sure what he was exactly allowed to do or say. Sure you had asked him to get the drink but that only put you at acquaintance level. If that. And as much as he wanted to reach out, put a hand on yours, he couldn’t let himself. That would be too far. 

At least to him. But truthfully, you couldn’t keep the facade up that much longer. Because he was persistent and you were only so strong. “Well, I figured as much. But hey, maybe I’ll crack you down.” Will smiled warmly, and for some reason that was it. That was the smile that made you just want to confess everything you’ve ever held back to him.

You sucked in a deep breath, looking away from him in a vain attempt at keeping your composure. “Yeah, maybe.” There was a brief silence, you finishing your beer before standing, grabbing your jacket off the back of your chair. “Well, thanks again. Enjoy the rest of your beer.” 

Will stood quickly, reaching his hand out just as fast, stopping before it touched your arm, “Wait, you’re leaving already?” He said, a tinge of disappointment in his voice. Slightly you nodded, lifting your gaze to him with pursed lips, his eyes locking with yours. 

“Uh, yeah, I should,” You gave him a light smile, frozen in place as much as you wanted to walk away it was like you couldn’t. Something about looking at Will just made you want to stay. Whether it was the warmth of his eyes, how he pressed you for conversation while still respecting when you snipped it in the bud.

Something held you there, and it wasn’t the hand he lightly put on your arm, stepping slightly closer, “Or, you could stay. Let me buy you another drink.” His voice was hopeful and so alluring that before you knew it you were agreeing, sitting back down with another drink in your hand. 

It was like somehow he just knew that you didn’t actually want to leave. That you wanted to keep talking. And he managed to keep you wrapped up in conversation along with a few more drinks that led to you walking out together and you laying in his bed that night. 

Not minding when his hands traced over your skin or how your head rested against his chest, his hands twisting through your hair, luring you to sleep.

-

You were the first to wake up the next morning, shifting onto your side to face Will. He was still asleep, his arms tucked under his head and hair sticking up all over the place. It was admittedly extremely cute and you couldn’t help but gently reach over, raking your hand through his hair and pushing it off of his forehead.

He just looked so peaceful, content, that it almost made you feel bad for always brushing him off. Made you second guess the fact that you were so closed off. Maybe this was your way of finally opening up. Will shifted slightly under your touch, making you retract it quickly, eyes widening. 

“Mmm, what time ’s it?” He mumbled, eyes still shut. Just slightly you leaned up, looking over his shoulder at the clock on the bedside table, having to push hair out of the way as it fell over your eyes.

“Only 7,” You spoke softly, laying back down, this time meeting his gaze as he finally opened his eyes. Will grinned widely, shifting closer, his arm going around your waist, nuzzling up against your side. “You’re clingy when you just wake up huh?”

The man nodded as best he could, tucking his head away in the crevice of your neck. “Only when I’m this comfortable.” His statement was muffled but you understood it nonetheless, unable to keep yourself from bringing a hand up to rake through his hair. “Now you just don’t want me to get up,” He chuckled lightly.

You hummed softly, twirling some of his hair around your fingers. “You are admittedly kind of cozy, I won’t lie.” The man lifted his head, looking across your face quickly. A deep blush covered your cheeks as he looked at you.

He was practically studying you, taking note of your face, how you looked back at him. All of it. “I… what?” You asked quickly, eyebrows tightly pulling together.

Will shook his head slightly, “Nothing, you’re just a lot different under the sheets, aren’t you.” He leaned up on his elbows, planting them on either side of you as he spoke. It made his heart flutter, the way you only seemed to be comfortable letting him in.

“How so?”

“You’re softer. Not as closed off.” He spoke, a breath catching in your throat. The man reached out, hesitantly putting a hand on the side of your face. “I like this side of you.” Will swiped his thumb over your cheek, “A lot.” He admitted, giving you a tight smile.

Everything he said was thought over, worried that the wrong move or wrong saying would send you running. That he’d overstep in some way or another. But in reality, you missed being around others. 

A lonely life in Chicago was just that. Lonely. And as much as you were content with how you were living there was always a bit of something that had you wanting to change your own mind. 

Heavily you sighed, giving up on keeping yourself from leaning into his palm. Will grinned wider, shifting closer to you. “Does this mean you’re done with that? At least with me?” He muttered, eyes meeting yours as you slightly nodded.

“At least with you,” One of your hands went over his, pulling him closer. Will’s arm went to the spot on the bed behind you, leaning forward. “Which makes you, very lucky.” You mumbled, in turn putting your hand on his cheek instead,

Will laughed quietly with a hum, “Is that so?” His voice low as you got closer to him, nodding once more before pressing your lips to his firmly, putting your arm over his shoulder tightly.

“It is.”

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Paper Ring

"I like shiny things but I'd marry you with paper rings."

Gekko X M!Reader

Summary: A popular boy with terrible grades, a less popular boy with straight A's.

Highschool au! Almost all characters are high-school student,Reyna is gekko's older sister, brimstone is M!Reader's father figure (adopted sigh).

"Please tutor me!"

"Why the hell should I? Rip-off Eminem."

"You can't keep going like this mateo." His mother sighed deeply in disappointment as she slam the F scored paper on his table. "You're almost 18! You can't be failing like this anymore."

"I don't see why it's such a big deal, it's just one bad score mom!"

His mother furrowed her eyebrows in anger, getting angrier each minute passes. "But it's not just one bad score isn't it mateo? Since this school year every test you have taken you almost failed every one of them!" She crossed her arms trying to calm down from the stress. "Look here gekko, I just want the best for you. I want you to get a decent job in the future, this is why I am doing this"

"Doing what?"

His mother looked at him dead serious in his eyes. "If you don't pick your grades up then you are not allowed to go any of those parties and dying your hair like that." His eyes widened by his mother's words as he got up from his chair to argue.

"You can't do that mom, All of my friends are expecting me to go to that party! And no they love my hair!" He said furrowing his brows.

"Guess you have to disappoint your friends then, unless you fix your grades." His mother said the final words and left him furiously clenching his fist in the room. There was still time for his final exams, few a months at least. But there was no guarantee that he would succeed all by himself like that. He had to find a tutor.

"Ugh.. this is such a pain in the ass." He mumbled under his breath as he got a notification from his phone.

hermana estúpida

Reyna

Gekko did mom see ur test score?

Gekko

Yeah she's pissed

Reyna

Well that's what you get for partying instead of studying dumbass

Gekko

stfu.

Gekko

anyways-

I need to find a tutor or smth

Gekko

do you know anyone?

Reyna

You could always ask Y/n

he's hella smart.

Gekko

who is that.

Reyna

are you serious...

do you not pay attention to anyone

I am literally upperclass of you but I know your classmates.

Reyna

he's in your class

try talking to him tomorrow

Gekko

thanks

Gilipollas

Reyna

Dont make me come downstairs gekko.

Gekko's POV

I shoved my phone in my pocket and looked out of my bedroom window the sun was setting by now, and the moon was peeking over the horizon. I decided needed some fresh air to clear my head and to mentally prepare myself for school tomorrow. I'll actually need to listen in class now, ugh..

I walked to the door, putting my shoes on and grabbing a jacket. "I'm going out! I yelled to anyone that could hear me. and then, I walked out of my house, heading to a small park nearby. I didn't get much time to go out alone, I was either going to parties with my friends or spending time with my sister. it was a rare occurrence for me to be in my own company. it was quite relaxing to be honest.

although I was relaxed, I was still angry. getting grounded because I can't get good grades? what the hell. So what if i'm failing? my family is rich anyway. If I fail I can always fall back into the family business. in my haze of frustration I barely noticed where I was going until I heard a soft meow at my feet. I looked down to see a fluffy white cat laying in a bed of flowers.

"oh shoot sorry bud, i nearly stepped on you there, huh?" It gave out another soft meow as I bent down to pet it. I couldn't help but snap a photo of it. "where's your owner, little one?" as if I had summoned it, an unfamiliar voice rang out.

"kita! kitaaa?! ugh where are you." within the darkness I saw a faint silhouette of a boy who looked about my age. as he stopped underneath a lamp post I took in his features, getting a good look at him. He had [h/c] hair that practically glowed underneath the light of the lamp post. [e/c] eyes that glanced in every direction.

I looked down at the cat who was purring beside me, noticing a light blue collar. I gently moved its head out of the way to see a name tag. kita. so this was the [h/c] boy's cat? I cleared my throat and picked the white cat up in my arms, cradling it like a baby

"uhhh excuse me?" he turned his attention to me, his [e/c] eyes glinting underneath the light. He noticed the cat in my arms and came running towards me with his arms out. before i could blink he had scooped it up in his arms, facing me whilst cuddling the cat to his chest.

"kita how could you run away from me like that?! you scared me to death." he said, over-dramatically. i cleared my throat again, trying to catch his attention. He finally noticed me standing in front of him and he looked up to meet my eyes.

I gave him a small smirk. "don't I get a thank you?" he nodded his head at me, not saying a word and simply turned to walk away. "h-hey wait! aren't you going to say thank you?!" he turned around to face me again giving me a small smile.

"thank you." he then walked off, holding kita in his arms, leaving me alone under the moonlight.

I was slightly shocked that he wasn't fanboying over me, since for as long as I can remember any time someone looked at me they would blush and ask for my number. It wasn't a surprise they acted that way, ever since I was a kid I was always naturally good looking and charming.

I took one last look at him before turning around and heading back home before anyone would get worried. after a minute or two I realised that I never caught his name. I turned around to see if he was still there but he was gone. all I saw was an empty park, with no one in sight.

Part 2

[gothicthundraog]

RANDOM TALES OF DRAKGO

Chapter 1-5

Random Tales of Drakgo

Chapter 1 Before

Shego slammed her empty glass down in anger, flipping through her magazine again. There she was—a full article mind you—but still as vague as ever for Villains Weekly. She should be flattered but she was furious. They made her sound like she was a group versus a single person, so when she got any job offers and she arrived for the interview, they seemed shocked. She rolled her eyes and groaned. It was a male-dominated field she was in, so would it kill them to at least put words like, 'She' or 'Her' in the article? She supposed they were trying to not make it seem sexist, but it would help her out a lot more if the moment she showed up to meet with a new job, she could avoid all the inappropriate jokes and references.

"Another, Shego?" asked the female bartender at the Villain's Inn. Shego had become a regular, which wasn't Shego's goal.

"Yeah," said Shego with a sigh. "Did you see this crap?"

"Hey, don't complain, at least you're getting recognition. Most hench-women end up turning into 'villain hoppers' just to get a foot into decent villainy. Sure, there're a few villainesses who didn't have to. You're lucky, you are getting your name out there without having to crawl into bed with anyone," said the bartender…what was her name? Lisa…Deena…Mina.. Gina?

"True," said Shego with an eye-roll. "Not that most of the villains I've done a few jobs for haven't tried. The last one was the worst. He acted like it was in my job description. Uh, no, my contract was for one job. Steal some sort of graphite laser out from someone else. Done. End of the mission."

"How long did it take you?" asked the bartender—maybe it was Deena?

"Knowing Shego, an hour, tops," said the male bartender as he brought over clean glasses. Kyle... Conner... They really should wear name tags.

"Half," smirked Shego, then groaned. "You know, you can be a villain without being a creep."

"Someone send them a memo," said…Casey? "So any new contracts?"

"I haven't decided. I was going to look through the want ads and see who tickles my fancy this time," said Shego as she held up the magazine. "I removed my contacts from here. The magazine did do one thing—it got my name buzzing, so now I have choices. Though I am hoping to find one that pays for a room this time. No offense, but this place is an overpriced dump."

"We know," said the two casually, before they attended the other bar patrons as the regulars arrived.

Shego sighed and flipped through the articles, smirking as she saw Dementor's face on the 'Busted' list. Whoever this Kim Possible was, she was taking out villains left and right.

Good for her.

Shego smirked, glad for once it wasn't some Global Justice punk who was poorly trained or Team Impossible—a bunch of showboating guys trying to act like a GI Joe. She looked at the hiring ads.

Housekeeper. Nope. Side-Kick. Nope. Too long term.

Accountant. Yeah, no.

Henchman. Could be something quick.

Jewel Heist. Easy money.

Assistant. No, that means long…wait.

Shego looked at it again. It had short-term and long-term listed. Benefits. Room. Vacation. That implied more than a month, but it said negotiable. She read the short article and shrugged. There was an asterisk by the article, she flipped back through and found herself reading Dementor's article.

"Dr. Drakken?" asked Shego, so that's who she'd had to out-steal under for Dementor. The name sounded familiar; a past article she was sure.

"Did you say Dr. Drakken?" asked…maybe it was Gina. "I hear he's a bit of a contract nut, really over-complicated at times. Conner, didn't Paulson and Wayne work for him?"

"Uh, yeah. I guess he's the mad scientist type, you know. Keeps to himself, kind of a loner, crazy schemes, odd inventions. Though I guess he's got really good healthcare, he's super picky," said Conner as he filled someone's drink. Shego looked at the clock.

"Hmm," she looked at the article again. "Resume?"

"Yeah, he's old school," said Conner, and Shego tapped her nails against the bar in contemplation.

Negotiable?

Chapter 2 Beginnings

Drakken spun his triangle ruler on his workspace for what had felt like hours. He was looking at his new plan to take over the world. Or rather, his revised 22nd plan, but who was counting?

…His last assistant, that's who. He rolled his eyes. Peters, Pauls, whoever… He forgot their name now. Assistant number four was a total bust, and making a robot to do his work hadn't gone over well. He rubbed the scar on his eye—no not well at all. He'd put an ad in Villains Weekly, but the reality was, good help was hard to find. He'd given thought to just hiring a mercenary, but he didn't like the idea of competing with other villains and most mercenaries weren't exactly secret keepers, contract or not. Besides, all the good ones were always booked.

He spun around in his chair. He supposed attempting to get the things he needed on his own wouldn't be the worst thing. In his beginning of villainy, he'd been able to scrape by.

"Yeah, no," he grumbled to himself and grabbed Villains Weekly's new issue and flipped through it. It had all the latest successful schemes and failures. He'd managed to get in the magazine once or twice, mostly just mentions and shade thrown by Dr. Dementor.

Drakken glared at a picture of said villain and grinned. He'd been defeated by some teenager. The humiliation brought a little joy to Drakken.

He flipped to the ads again and stopped as he glanced past the 'Featured Hench' section—yet another mention of the up-and-coming Shego, who got a whole page this time. Drakken glanced over it. This person had more mentions in the magazine than any other mercenary, hired hand, or henchman than most had had in the last year or so. Whoever they were, they were no longer listed in the 'Hiring' group—probably booked for the next few years. He found his own article and re-read it.

Assistant Needed

Looking for a Full-Time Assistant.

Competitive Pay and Benefits.

Looking for general villain assistance; combat, stealth, theft, and general villainy.

Short-term or long-term acceptable; one-year contract required.

Vacation Pay for longer terms.

Negotiable.

Drakken kept reading. Perhaps he should have spent the extra and just made it more detailed. He only had a few more sentences, mostly talking about himself in a briefing and then his contact information to send the resume.

He noticed an asterisk near his name and frowned as he flipped back through the magazine. He growled and closed it. Of course, Dementor had to throw shade at out-swindling him in getting the graphite laser he needed for his latest magnetization plan.

He grumbled. He needed to figure out something else for his hovercraft in the works. He tossed the magazine and looked around his lab. Several unfinished projects lay around, and he'd started looking more and more at Henchco products—speaking of which, he should go get the mail for his latest recipes.

"Something to look forward to, at least. I hope it's banana nut muffins this week. I need a better recipe," said Drakken. He was used to talking to himself or to his tools. Perhaps he should make something that could respond.

As Drakken mused he was even more excited to see he had been sent resumes for two new applicants in the mail. His excitement turned to bitterness rather quickly. Just two henchmen trying to find work, one a former agent of Dementor's. Drakken tossed it in the trash. Dementor would find a way out of lockup and that henchman would most likely run back squawking all the details about Drakken's devices.

He stopped as he came across a package with a signature request. He hadn't ordered anything, and he had a P.O. Box for anything from his mother. And he was not dealing with her with the mood he was in—it was bad enough he spent his Sundays mocking-up fake clients and radio static. He then remembered this week was a theme week for that. He groaned; why had he done this to himself? He could have simply told his mother he was working with orphans or something in a country far away. She wouldn't have known.

He picked up his phone and dialed the number for the package.

"Are you sure this is mine?" asked Drakken as the delivery person handed him a clipboard. A large box sat in his entryway now.

"You're Dr. Drakken? This is your address?" asked the delivery man. Drakken nodded. "Then, yes, it's yours."

"Thank you for your astute observations," glared Drakken as he shoved the clipboard at the man as he left. He turned and looked at the box. "What is it?"

Drakken shrugged and opened it. There was no return address on it, nor any note. He watched as the cardboard fell away and just stared. He felt like this was some sort of joke, or... He was so confused. There stood the graphite laser that Dementor had taken out from under him.

Drakken was a mixture of excited and nervous. This seemed like some sort of trap. What if it was a trick from Dementor or another villain? He walked into his lab and froze at yet another surprise.

They're sitting at his lab table was a woman, her legs crossed and her face looking a mixture of bored and smug. Drakken had a series of questions filter through his head as he stood there. Where did that laser come from? Who's she? How had she gotten in? Is she green? What do I say? His mind ran a mile a minute, and he kept his face as neutral as he could.

"May I help you?" asked Drakken, keeping his distance as he walked around his lab.

"I believe you're looking for help?" asked the woman as she held up a torn-out page of Villains Weekly.

"I am," said Drakken, and he took a few steps closer. The woman was, in fact, a pale green. "Did you send in a resume? How did you get in here?"

"It's kind of my thing," shrugged the woman. She took a drink of his coffee. "Is this Colombian? I think a resume never does a person justice; actions speak louder than words. Did you get my package? First one's always free."

"You... You sent me the laser?" asked Drakken with a raised brow, and she shrugged. "Why?"

"Well I saw Dementor's little statement about it, and he's not using it. Honestly, it was like taking candy from a baby." She shrugged and stood. "That is the graphite laser you need for magnetization, correct?"

"Yes, it is," said Drakken. He wanted to thank her for it, but he was well aware he had to be skeptical of gifts in the villain world. "How much?"

"As I said, the first one's a freebie," said the woman. "After that, I'm rather fond of green."

"I see that," he smirked, as she indicated to herself. "I usually require a paper resume...but, terms?"

"I don't do long term, normally a standard one-month, one-job deal. But depending on the benefits I may be swayed," said the woman.

"Health. Vision. Three paid sick days. One week vacation, depending on term length," said Drakken. He moved around the desk and opened a drawer and pulled out a copy of his standard contract. "In case you care to read it over."

"Always," said the woman. Her eyes were fixed on him as she took it. Drakken noticed her gloves had claws on them.

"Titanium?" he asked, and she smirked. "Combat?"

"Fashion," she grinned in return. Drakken raised his brow, but by her expression, it was a joke.

"Experience?" asked Drakken, and she rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry, did you send a resume?"

"You expect me to steal a laser, ship it, break in here, and type up a resume in the five hours the magazine has been out?" asked the woman. Drakken opened his mouth to agree that was a bit much, but she spoke first: "Because I did."

"Really?" asked Drakken as the woman handed him a thin black folder.

"Hope a functional-grade resume is what you are looking for. I find my skills to be more of an attribute than who I may or may not have worked for," said the woman. "Just to make sure we're clear—I have worked for Dementor in the past. Unfortunately for him, he's a leech, and I don't work for pond scum."

"Hmm?" Drakken looked at the woman and then at her resume. He thought about the laser, and then his eyes fell to her name. "Shego? I'd assume someone of your caliber would be booked with mercenary work."

"I'm very picky," said Shego. "Meaning, I choose who I work for. No one calls me."

"How did I get so lucky?" asked Drakken. He was skeptical, but a part of him wanted to re-read that article in Villains Weekly again.

"I happened to be free, you made a post, I had access to a laser," said Shego. She raised a brow. "Also, I hear you're a stickler for contracts. Not many villains are."

"There are guidelines for a reason..." Drakken glared. He'd been getting crap for his contracts for years, but a written contract, unless amended... He shook his head. "Contracts are often ignored nowadays. We are villains, but we are not savages."

"Six months," said Shego after a minute. Drakken raised a brow. "I don't do a year contracts. In fact, it's normally a month. But I would be willing to do six months."

"I suppose I could work something out," said Drakken. He tapped his fingers on his desk where Shego still sat in his chair. "If I could get to my papers, Shego?"

Chapter 3 Awkward

Shego walked around the lair trying to familiarize herself with her new temporary place of employment. The island was isolated and it was a reality that besides the postal boat, she and Dr. Drakken would be the only ones on it for a majority of the time. The place was also massive, with a series of long halls with secret doors and chambers. Typical villain overcompensation; she added to her list for figuring out her new boss.

Shego found herself in the lab as she heard a noise that turned out to be the graphite laser. She watched as Drakken fiddled with it, muttering away to himself. Perhaps he'd forgotten he'd asked her to start today.

"Dr. Drakken?" asked Shego. Drakken dropped the tool he was working with and hit his head as he stood up. Shego covered her mouth to hide the grin.

"What?! Oh, Shego." He looked shocked to see her there, and his apparent anger faded as he rubbed his head. "When did you get in? I said 7 am, it's..."

"6:58," said Shego. She'd been there longer but why bother?

"Oh, so it is," said Drakken. Shego noticed he looked a little uneasy compared to the other day, but he seemed to shake it off. "Have you had a chance to look over the final contract then?"

"Yes, signed and dated," said Shego. She indicated to his desk where she'd dropped it. "For the next six months, I'm all yours."

"Ah, yes," said Drakken. Shego watched him closely. He hadn't made an inappropriate comment. Point to him. "Well we should get you settled then. It shouldn't take long to get the laser polarizing the metal for my hovercraft. I will need a few things yet, though."

"Am I following you?" asked Shego as Drakken drifted out of the lab. He was still muttering to himself. "Guess so."

Shego followed behind him as he seemed to be ticking things off verbally, things he would or wouldn't need she supposed. She wasn't sure this salary-based pay was going to be better or worse than a single job, as he seemed to be saying a long list of things. She walked casually behind him, waiting for him to say something specific to her. She rolled her eyes as he prattled, but said nothing.

"Right, so here you are," said Drakken as he indicated to a door. They had walked to the other side of the lair. "I had it cleaned, so all you have to do is fill it."

"What?" asked Shego, as Drakken messed with the door handle of the room.

"I will have the handle replaced, sorry," said Drakken as he tinkered with it. Shego gestured for him to move and he did so. "I can get—"

"I got it," said Shego and with a small plasma blast the door came loose. "It needs a new knob now."

"Did you...? Well that's rather...fascinating," said Drakken. Shego saw him look at her hand. "Is that natural or induced by a power source?"

"Natural," said Shego with a shrug. Well as natural as it could be. He didn't look terrified like most—something she would have to work on later.

"I'm sure that's very useful," stated Drakken. She noticed his grin, which he quickly shook off and looked in the room. "Well I'll get this changed tonight then, but here you are. Mi casa es tu casa."

"Mi casa su casa," corrected Shego. She smirked, he raised his brow as she looked in the room. "Is this an apartment? In the lair?"

"Yes, it makes commuting far easier and in case of emergency...I find it gives more privacy as well. There is your own entrance and exit too," said Drakken. Shego noticed him shift a little like he was trying to remain on topic or avoid saying something. She frowned. "Is… Is this okay?"

"Depends. Are you a creep?" asked Shego. She gauged his response: shock, confusion, and then an eye roll.

"No," he said firmly. She shrugged and walked inside her new apartment. "Have you run into many?"

"Unfortunately," said Shego as she looked around. The room held a dresser, single bed, television, and lamp; standard.

"I assure you, I have far too many things to do than harass my assistant," said Drakken. Shego smirked and nodded. "Once you get settled, I'll be in the lab."

Drakken made his way back to the lab and let out an audible breath as he relaxed. Or, tried to. Why was he so nervous around her? He hadn't been the other day.

He went back to his laser and rolled his eyes. He knew why. Having a bumbling assistant wandering around was one thing, but she was not an idiot. She was a sought-after mercenary and he'd managed to secure her for six months as his assistant. The last thing he wanted to do was have her think he was a creep and book it, and he wasn't one. Evil megalomaniac, twisted, conceited, and petty at times. He wasn't delusional about being those things, but a creep he was not. He also didn't need that gossip in the villain community. He smirked as his laser began to glow the proper color.

"Finally, took long enough," said Drakken as he twisted the laser spectrum and placed a test metal under it. "Won't be long now and the hover car will be running flawlessly. I do need a couple of parts, but first the metal. How much fuel do I have from the first test? Uhg! None? How, but when? That idiot Piers or Paul or…doesn't matter, he's gone."

"Do you talk to yourself a lot?" came Shego's voice. Drakken spun around. She sat in his chair watching him.

"I find myself to be great company," said Drakken with a shrug. He waited for her to say something, but she only sat back in the chair. "Unpacked already?"

"I travel light," said Shego. "Anything I can assist you with?"

"I'll have to move the hover car closer after I've stabilized the laser, so if you could get the pallet, that would start the process," said Drakken. He indicated to where the pallet sat. "Do you know how to use one?"

"Why wouldn't I?" asked Shego. Drakken saw her brows furrow.

"Well, I ask, because my former henchman and assistants did that," said Drakken, indicating to a large dent in the wall. He watched her un-stiffen. "It's automatic, but it has a kick to it."

"I can handle it," said Shego as she got up and walked over to the area he indicated.

"All right, so let's test this... Oh...okay, that's not good," said Drakken as the piece of metal seemed to vibrate. With a loud shuffling sound, the round test metal flew and connected with his belt. "Oh come on... Nope... Ow. Are you kidding me? This is not what it's supposed to do."

"Where do you... What's happening?" asked Shego as she halted with the hover car on its temporary lift.

"I seemed to have reversed the polarization on the laser," said Drakken. He attempted yet again to remove the large circular plate.

"Have you tried clipping your belt off?" asked Shego, tilting her head as she walked over to him.

"Can't reach it at this angle. Shego can you turn that laser head and switch the knob to yellow? I'll just have to neutralize it," said Drakken. He saw Shego's eyes go wide. "What?"

"You're going to have me fire a laser at your crotch? Is this some sort kink or something?" asked Shego. Drakken froze in horror. "I mean, it's not the first time I've come across it, but most slide this in at the end of my contract terms...except that one time."

"No, this is not—what?" asked Drakken. He had a serious concern about other members of the villain community at that moment. "I just want this thing off of me so I can finish working."

"Just checking. At least you don't have to go to the bathroom," said Shego as she fiddled with the laser.

"...Why?" asked Drakken. The mere mention of not having to go made him remember the four coffees he'd had that morning.

"Hmm, this isn't going to work," said Shego, flipping the switch up and down. "The toggle is broken."

"Oh, just great," scoffed Drakken. He went to kick a nearby stool but found his leg could only move so far with the plate.

"Calm down," said Shego. "I'll get your belt. You know I usually charge extra for this."

"Excuse me?" asked Drakken. He felt a wave of discomfort hit him.

"I'm kidding." He rolled his eyes as her hands reached around him from behind. "So does it latch or clip?"

"Both," said Drakken. He grabbed the plate. "If you can clip the top and bottom, I can pull this and it will let go."

"Uhm hmm," said Shego. She was attempting not to touch him, but if anyone walked in it would look like she was hugging him from behind. "Hey Dr. Drakken? Fact. I have gold in my claws."

"Why is that... Your claws are titanium with infused gold? So they're magnetic and you're stuck then," asked Drakken taking a deep breath. "May I ask why?"

"I liked the sheen and they were out of diamonds," said Shego with a sigh. "So, how fond of this belt are you?"

"Not too much, but I'd rather we'd fired the laser than you using your nifty powers near my lower half," said Drakken. He knew that was what she was going to do because her shoulders slumped. "Can your gloves come off?"

"Can you pull the release switch for them? It's under the flap of the sleeve," said Shego. Drakken looked down and began fiddling with her wrist armor. "Hey Dr. Drakken?"

"Yes?" asked Drakken, as he felt the clip on her wrist.

"This is awkward," said Shego.

"I agree," said Drakken. He felt shaking. "Shego? Are you...are you laughing?"

"No," but she was.

"I'm glad you find this funny," Drakken grumbled, but he smirked a little.

"Is this going to be a normal day around here?" asked Shego.

"I hope not."

Chapter 4

Observations

Shego walked through the large shared kitchen of the lair. It was late—really late. But tomorrow was Saturday.

Officially her second week with Dr. Drakken was over and she didn't have to work till Monday morning. Apparently, they would be initiating his new device or something. Something about a tick or whatnot. She rolled her eyes. She'd just stolen the plans, she didn't ask why or how it would take over the world. She was sure he'd shared it when he was ranting and muttering to himself.

She looked in the fridge. Not a single thing quick she could pilfer.

He hadn't said anything about food to her and she'd yet to have time to do shopping. That was a lie, she had loads of time. Most of her time was spent sitting around, and watching him work. A few errands here, steal a plan there, jack a circuit, and run to the hardware store for bolts. She shrugged. This assistant work was cake honestly, but a little lackluster.

She opened the freezer and smirked. Frozen yogurt galore. She yanked one out and grabbed a spoon, debating on heading back to her apartment before sitting at the small table instead. On her way there she hadn't seen Drakken in his lab working. So she expected he might be sleeping, for once.

"About time," she muttered to herself.

She honestly didn't know when he slept. When she left he was in the lab every night and when she got there in the morning he was already working on his projects. He was definitely unusual, even for a Mad Scientist or Evil Genius as he claimed. She'd only worked for two others who were labeled like that in the villain world, but they were both weird in their own ways: overly chatty, uncomfortable talking to her, no boundaries for personal space, and normally much...much older.

Drakken was chatty, but mostly to himself. On the off chance he remembered Shego was there, he'd get quiet and mostly mumble. He had no problem barking orders at her or giving her lists of things to do, and occasionally he tried to make a joke about something she had no idea about. He seemed pretty aware of boundaries. In fact if she got too close, he'd take a step or two back.

She realized he kept to himself more than seemed typical. Most villains at least went out and socialized—that's how she had met most of her early clients. Villain parties, clubs, lounges, social events... In two weeks, she'd yet to see him leave the lab let alone the lair. And she noticed that he tended to forget the days, like today. When she said she would see him Monday, he looked confused and then looked like he wanted to say something, but nodded and went back to the...nano-tick thing.

She rolled her eyes and ate her frozen yogurt. She heard the sound of a wave runner from outside.

"It's three in the morning," muttered Shego as she left the kitchen and went to the large balcony on the side of the lair.

In the moonlight she could in fact see the light of a wave runner headed towards the lair. Her brow rose and she put down her frozen yogurt. She was glad she opted to stay in her normal attire when walking around the lair outside her apartment; it felt too casual and uncomfortable otherwise. It was part of her job description to be a bodyguard when needed, so off for the weekend or not, if she wanted to get paid...she needed Dr. Drakken to be alive.

She wondered then...apart from Dementor, did Drakken have any other villain rivals? Most villains did, but only a handful were actually plotting each other's deaths—something she herself was not going to partake in. That's what henchmen were for.

She scaled the side of the cliff with ease, getting close to where the wave runner pulled into a tunnel to the inside of the lair. She didn't know there was an entrance there, and she followed.

She made it just for the door to close in front of her. Now she was a little annoyed that Drakken hadn't told her about this entrance; she'd had to take the stairs, and frankly, they were tedious.

It wasn't hard to figure out it was her boss on the wave runner, so she casually walked the rest of the way as she saw him getting off of it. He was muttering to himself as he did so, seemingly in a pleasant mood. She walked up behind him as he began taking bags off the watercraft, still humming away with delight.

"Do you like piña coladas?" asked Shego as she recognized the song. Drakken yelled and jumped, his apparent purchases flying out of his hands. Shego caught a few things before they fell.

"Shego! What...what are you doing up? Doing here? Why?" asked Drakken as he caught the rest of his almost-falling bags. "I mean, don't sneak up on me like that!"

"I didn't know there was a ground entrance," said Shego, deciding to ignore his anger as she gestured to the door.

"It's on the cameras," sighed Drakken. He took a deep breath and began walking up the stairs, then turned noticing Shego wasn't by him. "Are you coming?"

"There are cameras?" asked Shego, a little agitated and a little annoyed.

"...I forgot to show you that," said Drakken. He nodded. "Monday morning, first thing."

"You went grocery shopping in the middle of the night?" asked Shego, walking up the stairs behind him.

"No, I went shopping earlier. I went out in the middle of the night," said Drakken. He gave Shego a strange look. "You know I've yet to see you leave apart from missions. You should get out more."

Shego shook her head in shock as Drakken shrugged and walked up the stairs casually. I need to go out? Her last two weeks played back in her head. Had she pegged Drakken wrong? Did he have a social life? Was he playing her? Where had he gone? He didn't smell like alcohol, so clubbing hadn't happened. His clothes weren't a mess; a little wet from the wave runner, but that meant no casual evenings with someone. She was both intrigued and confused.

"I will figure you out," said Shego with a smirk, "Dr. Drakken."

Chapter 5

Music

Drakken drove the hover car in deep silence. This was not supposed to be how the day ended, and honestly, he felt like he had embarrassed himself in front of Shego. They'd only been working together for three weeks now, and their first big plan had been foiled by a teenage cheerleader and her bumbling sidekick, who apparently couldn't even remember the name 'Dr. Drakken.' He glared at that even harder. How hard was it to remember that? He knew their names: Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable. Well, two could play at the game, Stoppable...

His thoughts fell flat as Shego shifted awkwardly in the seat to his left. Maybe putting the steering column in the middle wasn't the best idea, but it was the only way they could keep the craft balanced.

"So, that didn't go as planned," said Drakken. Shego's eyes flared and she nodded as she looked over the edge. "How's your eye?"

"I'm fine," said Shego as her hand reached for her eye.

"You..." Drakken was cut off.

"You don't have to fill this awkward silence with chatter," said Shego. Drakken nodded.

He drove on. It was probably one of the most awkward drives of his life. He wanted to get to know her a bit better considering they resided in the same lair; her apartment was on the other end of the living quarters, but they would be working together for six months. Six awkward months. They were strangers, and she seemed hell-bent on keeping it that way. At least the distance between him and his past assistants had been from his end. More often than not, they shared far too much about their lives with him. So much so, he'd banned them from the lab. Something was unsettling about living with a stranger, working with a stranger... He was starting to see why she only did one-month contracts. She seemed to not like company at all.

"Mind if I turn on some music?" asked Drakken. He was being courteous. She shrugged.

"Knock yourself out," said Shego through a grumble.

"Thank you," he said and turned on the radio.

Shego idly watched the landscape as Drakken bumbled with the radio. What had she been thinking... A six-month contract? Really? Just because he didn't come off as a creep... She glanced at him and shrugged.

At least he wasn't a creep.

Too many villains had turned out to be just that: over-egotistical, dramatic, creeps. She could live with egos, with drama, with whiny demands, and with full-blown temper tantrums...but she couldn't deal with creeps. It was hard enough being in a male-dominated field. Your boss making sexual advances and suggestions was not something she could tolerate. She kept her distance for that reason. No ties, no connections. Job done. Gone. She heard music and sighed. At least the radio was working. She found her foot tapping to the beat; she knew this song. She was almost going to hum along, but instead, she heard the music go up a bit more, and then the person next to her began singing.

"It's my life. And it's now or never..." Drakken sang along as if he'd forgotten she was even there. Normal, really.

She looked at her blue boss next to her, singing without a care in the world to Bon Jovi. She was waiting for him to remember she was there, so she turned. He glanced at her in mid-verse. Her raised brow did nothing to discourage him. In fact, he shrugged and nodded to her still-moving foot, as if indicating that she should join in. Shego shook her head and looked back over the edge. He sang on, and she just stayed silent. The next song came and she thought he'd stop, but he sang on... Her brow shot up. Was he rapping? She spun in her seat and just stared at him.

"We ain't nothing but mammals, well some of us are cannibals…" he sang.

"Are you seriously singing Slim Shady?" asked Shego as Drakken continued the verse.

"It's not singing Shego, it's poetry to a beat and tempo," he said before continuing on. "Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records..."

"This is happening," said Shego. She heard herself snort, and didn't miss the smug grin on Drakken's face. The signal changed.

"Oh," said Drakken and he fiddled with the buttons. A different song started. "Well, this will work... "This is the story of a girl. Who cried a river and drowned the whole world…"

"You know, you're actually pretty good," said Shego. Drakken shrugged and kept singing. He nodded towards her tapping foot again.

"Your clothes never wear as well the next day. And your hair never falls in quite the same way…" he sang confidently. Shego listened a little bit more and found herself muttering.

"This is the story of a girl…" Shego sang quietly.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" asked Drakken. Shego glared at him but he sang louder.

"Who cried a river and drowned the whole world," said Shego loudly, "And while she looks so sad in photographs. I absolutely love her, where she smiles."

Twenty minutes later and Shego could barely keep it together as Drakken finished singing a Backstreet Boys song with as much dedication as a band member. She'd been on board for half the song, but her fighting laughter had gotten in the way of continuing to sing along with the radio. At one point two songs had blended and in a moment of weakness she sang the other song, and he matched tempo. She was actually a little let down as they pulled into the underground of the lair.

"You know Shego, you should consider going to a Friday night karaoke with me," said Drakken. "It's a blast, and there's always free appetizers."

"Karaoke," said Shego. She looked at the grinning man next to her and scoffed. "That's where you go? You go to karaoke."

"Ohm, when I get around to it," said Drakken. She saw his smile fade quickly and he frowned. "Not every Friday or something."

"I'm not the karaoke type," said Shego with a shrug.

"Nonsense, Shego. Everyone can karaoke. Some shouldn't...but they do. Karaoke on Friday is not a competition," said Drakken with a smirk. As the moment drew on, his grin broadened. "But I would win if it was."

"Someone's a little conceited," said Shego with a smirk. She shrugged. "Maybe."

"Free appetizer, entertainment, half-off drinks," said Drakken. She shrugged again. "You're a decent singer so..."

"Decent?" asked Shego with wide eyes. "I think I'm better than decent."

"I mean, you're better than most there," said Drakken. She saw him smirk as they headed inside. "But not me."

"Did you just throw shade?" asked Shego as Drakken casually walked into the lair. He turned around and shrugged.

"Slim shade..." He walked out of view.

"Oh my..." Shego scoffed and smirked. "Okay, I see how it's going to be."

TO BE CONTINUED (Link above For More While Waiting to Post the others here on Tumblr)

[the-mountain-flower]

The Exiled And The Outcast

Chapter Twenty-Five: I’ve Never Felt This Way About Anyone

Ao3 link

Previous chapter

Content warning: illness (fictional), vague references to past trauma

Falst definitely didn’t do as well with the soup as Dainix had, but in his defense it wasn’t like he got to practice his cooking skills... well, ever.

But it smelled good and looked edible, so hopefully it was good enough.

Falst had to work not to stare when Dainix took the first sip. He wasn’t sure why he cared so much, so long as it was edible and hot it should do the job just fine. Still, the look on Dainix’s face when he tasted it made Falst’s heart leap in his chest.

He’d do it a hundred times over if it meant making Dainix smile the way he was now.

Dainix definitely wasn’t shivering as much as he had been earlier, less like a scared cub and more like a usual reaction from the cold. Falst kept feeling like he had to stop him from eating the soup while it was still burning hot, as if the Ignan hadn’t just had most of his arms directly in the fire not ten minutes ago.

Dainix put down the now-empty bowl with a sigh of contentment, then looked back up at Falst with a gaze that could melt his heart.. “Thank you, Falst. That helped a lot.”

“Good to hear.” Falst bit his lip to keep himself from saying the next thing that came to his mind, then immediately regretted keeping it in. Instead, he grabbed a second blanket from the pile and moved to drape it over the first on Dainix’s back.

Do it, you coward!

“Is the demon-fire thing giving you any more trouble?” Falst finally asked.

Dainix didn’t respond at first, and for a moment Falst wondered if he’d even heard the question before he answered, “I... I don’t think so.”

“Good.” Before he could overthink it, Falst sat down right next to Dainix and gathered the covers so that they lay over both of them.

“What-”

“Body heat.” Falst insisted, wrapping one arm as best he could around Dainix’s broad shoulders. “You know. To help.” What am I doing. Why am I doing this. This is a terrible idea. If he had a dime for every time the heat served to camouflage his blush...

“Thanks.” Dainix said softly.

For the second night in a row, they remained sitting by the fireplace in comfortable silence for a long time. Falst soon noticed Dainix’s breathing had slowed down and he was leaning heavily on Falst’s side. It couldn’t be that late already, but Falst supposed sleep was always a good thing with any illness.

Gently, careful not to disturb him, Falst moved Dainix so that his head rested on Falst’s lap, which was certain to be more comfortable than his shoulder and better for a decent rest. Dainix still clutched the Fire lacrima to his chest like a child with a stuffed animal.

Guess learning about lacrimas came in handy after all. Granted, at least half of them were already placed in housings that had the inscriptions before he took them out, and all he had to do was copy them onto the stones themselves (rather than take the risk of the housings not being fireproof and loosing his reference), but at least now he knew that he could do it in a way that worked. Even though Dainix was fireproof and would be alright if something went wrong, Falst definitely was not and wasn’t a fan of the smell of burned hair or flesh. Much better this way. It definitely looked like it was helping.

After a few moments, Falst thought he’d started purring again before he realized he was humming. He did that sometimes when he was alone and certain no one could hear him, but in front of Dainix? Well, at least he was asleep.

It was always a tune Falst knew from his mother. The songs she sang to him before her final days forever burned into his mind. They were some of the few things he still remembered clearly about her. This time it was a lullaby she’d sing when he was having trouble sleeping.

Would his mom like Dainix, if she got to meet him?

The thought stopped his humming faster than a punch to the gut.

Did it matter? Why would he bother thinking about such a thing?

But... would she? If his mom were still alive, what would she think of Dainix?

She probably would...

Falst dismissed the idea. He only remembered so much. And it didn’t matter anymore. She was gone. Unless he decided to try learning necromancy or something like that, he would never know the answer, so it was pointless to consider. Falst firmly shoved the thought out of his head. (Then dismissed the even worse idea of what Dainix’s parents might think of Falst. That one was mentally buried so far down it might as well be placed in one of Stone’s hearts.)

“You okay?”

Falst would’ve leapt in shock if he didn’t have someone resting on him at the moment. Someone who, apparently, wasn’t as asleep as Falst had thought.

“I- I’m fine. Why?”

“Stopped humming,” Dainix said, his voice still a bit shaky from the chill, but still sounding a lot better than it had earlier, “wanted to make sure.”

And apparently he’d heard that. Great. Just great.

At least this time, it actually doesn’t mean anything. I’m not the one who’s sick-

Shut up!

“It’s nothing.” Falst insisted. “You feeling better?” It was a genuine question, that just so happened to double as a diversion from everything Falst didn’t want to talk about.

“Hm, yeah. Much.”

“Good.”

Dainix reached up and took one of Falst’s hands in his own, still warm from the heat of the lacrima. “I’m sorry. This isn’t the first impression I wanted to make after... well, you know.”

Damn it, sick or not, Falst was very tempted to smack him if he dared to make him blush any more. He thought about the bruise on his neck, and figured a matching one would- Wait, no, not like that- UGH!!

“Hey, with my luck, it could’ve been much worse.” was the first thing he could think of to say that didn’t seem fatally embarrassing. Seriously? My luck? He’s the one who’s sick! Gods, why did he let himself into a position of caring about how he talked to someone? Most of his lifetime was spent running from or fighting countless dangers that might’ve destroyed any normal person, but this might be what ended him.

“I guess.” Dainix smiled softly, “a friend of mine first kissed her crush while covered in sandwyrm blood.”

“Ha! How’d that go?”

“Pretty good, actually. Apparently she thought it was hot. They’ve been together since.”

“Good for them.” Falst laughed. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered how hot Dainix might look in that situation... SHUT UP!!

Yeah, he wasn’t going to last a day like this. But the only solution he could think of was... talking about it. That idea was scarier than getting caught in the middle of a fight between dragons. Though, if push came to shove, the two of them could probably survive that. That train of thought quickly led back to the mention of sandwyrm blood to kissing to the them making out last night. It really, really didn’t help that Dainix’s hair was still unreasonably soft, at least as smooth as it was when-

Why. The fuck. Was Falst. Running his fingers. Through Dainix’s hair. And how long had he been doing that?!

R.I.P. Falst. Cause of death: an unfairly attractive Ignan.

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I've seen fics where Dainix doesn't feel the cold much bc of Crucible stuff, and ones where it's different bc of Crucible stuff but he still gets really cold. I heavily debated which theory I wanted to use for this fic before deciding on what I used, which I don't regret one bit bc I'm getting a lot of good stuff out of it. Now, Red's confirmation that Dainix recently realized he's not as susceptible to the cold, officially brings this fic into canon non-compliance :)

Also, so remember a bit ago when Falst finds that bruise on his neck? See, my asexual ass was under the impression that necking was steamy and could be interpreted as sexual, but wasn't explicitly such. A few days ago I learned that most people take it as very sexual (why????), which was not my intention when writing that. So just know, I wrote that part as mostly romantic and not sexual, and I have zero intention of ever getting sexual in this fic. Sorry for any confusion that may have caused. (In my defense I am asexual, sex-repulsed, and was raised mormon and purity culture has a negative one hundred on the "good sex ed" scale. How tf was I supposed to know??)

Remember to drink water, eat food, take your meds (if applicable), and get enough sleep. Love you all, and have a great [insert time here]! <3

[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 12

Kid x Fem Reader x Killer

Warnings: sex, slight blood play

Easy (D/P)ickings

Kid went in for a bear hug, without even the decency to put his dick away. But when has Eustass 'Captain' Kid ever been decent? Without much of a warning, Killer decked him. They bickered back and forth, Kid attempting to grab his friend and Killer batting his arms away. "Fuck you, Kid. I didn't want to wake up to that!"

The last thing you wanted was to be caught between the two, so, doing the waddle of shame, you escaped into the bathroom to clean yourself up. I should just jump into the ocean. The only thing that made you less embarrassed was the assumption that Killer had probably seen Kid do worse things and in worse positions. You just didn't want your first impression on Killer to be... that. At least Mini didn't wake up. Somehow. You came out of the bathroom and didn't really know where to place yourself, though it was a relief to note that Kid did actually put his dick away, and he seemed to have captured Killer in his embrace at the cost of a bruised cheek. 

Kid wasn't phased by it, it seemed. He was saying how happy he was that Killer was okay and thanking him for saving him from drowning. It was weird to see him like this in place of his normal grouchy asshole exterior. He was rambling trying to catch Killer up on everything that happened while he was unconscious. You felt like you were third-wheeling their reunion and were about to retreat into the bathroom, when his amber eyes found yours. "And I got us a doctor," he released Killer from his vice grip to motion towards you. 

How many times did you have to say it? "Temporarily." You glowered at him, tugging your shirt to cover more of yourself. Grumbling, you went looking in the cabinets for an eyepatch, since Kid wasn't going to give your prothetic back any time soon.

Killer, still miffed, took in your appearance. "Kid, and I don't mean this to be rude, Miss, why does our doctor look beat to hell?" Killer directed the middle part of that at you. In a voice so low he thought you wouldn't hear, he added, "Did you do that? When you were...?"

"No!" Kid looked insulted. "I would never give a lass a black eye," he went on to list exceptions to that, where he would, in fact, give a lass a black eye. Killer crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, something you could tell was a routine for them. Kid lamented to Killer how the ship was a mess without him and explained what happened earlier that day, how it wouldn't have happened if Killer was there. 

Killer digested the information, took a deep breath, and sighed. "So let me get this straight: You let this woman, our guest, our temporary doctor, get attacked, she fought her ass off, you left her to tend her own wounds, and then instead of apologizing or helping to her, you fucked her... fucked her right in front of me, your unconscious, possibly even dying, best friend." 

"Yer makin me sound like the bad guy." When Killer didn't say anything, Kid added, "WELL YER ALIVE AIN'T YA?"

Killer exhaled an exasperated sigh, "No thanks to you". He looked around quickly, suddenly realizing his face was uncovered. "Where's my helmet?" 

"Ah sorry, Kil, it got smashed in the ocean. Ya can wear an old one." 

You had been watching the exchange with a hint of amusement in your expression, leaning against the counter. Unable to find a proper eyepatch, you taped some gauze over your missing eye. The pieces of Killer's mask were still with your stuff. Killer eyed you after Kid left to grab him an old version of his helmet. "What?" It came out more snappy than you intended. 

"Nothing." He had been looking at his shirt on you. It was cute how you were swimming in it when on him, one flex would turn it into useless shreds.

You cleared your throat. "How do you feel?" Even after that embarrassment, you still had to do your job.

"Better than you look." It wasn't said in a mean way, more of a factual statement.

That made you snort. "Guess that's fair." There wasn't a mirror, but you were really starting to feel sore. You assumed Killer would go back to his room, now that he was awake and there really wasn't anything left you could do for him. "Take it easy for a day or two. You were out for a while."

It was dark out by the time Kid came to collect Killer, old helmet in hand. As he was heading out the door, you called, "Hey, K-Eustass, what did you do with the... deceased." 

"Dumped em overboard." 

You frowned. "What about the other?" 

"In the brig, why?"

"Leave him there, would ya? Minerva needs to eat." Sure she preferred vegetation, but boars would eat anything you put in front of them... bones and all. 

The swelling in your face had gone down over the next few days and your cuts had healed a tad more than one would expect, thanks to your devil fruit. You figured if you healed it in small intervals, no one would notice. Heat had brought you an eyepatch with the Kid Pirate insignia when he noticed your eye covering. Quincy kept checking on you an annoying amount, yet it was growing on you. You met the rest of the girls and a few more of the crew. Killer seemed to take your advice, seeing as you didn't see him above deck. You snooped a bit, gauging how plausible it would be to sneak into Kid's workshop to get your weapon back. Though with your current situation, maybe you could get it back the same way as your eye. While doing whatever task Heat or Wire assigned, you did your best to avoid Kid. He was really taking advantage of your 'deal', somehow finding you and pulling you into a supply closet, or cornering you in the infirmary. You pretended to be irritated or bored, though your act never lasted long, and you had to admit you liked when he sought you out. It was your little cat and mouse game. The man was insatiable, which is why you were currently hiding in the women's showers, the only Kid-free zone, or at least, you were told it was. 

"Rotten? I wonder where my wee mouse has gotten ta." Kid feigned not knowing where you were even though you could hear his heavy boots approaching. 

You could feel your body respond to his teasing. It wasn't like you didn't want to, Kid was damn near the best you had experienced, but you had things you had to do. This time, you had a surprise, a bucket of water, as you crouched behind a screen. As soon as he turned the corner, you sprang up, dousing him in cold water. Then you used his moment of distraction to run. You tried to anyway, it was hard when your leg was still hurt. You weren't even sure why it still hurt, it should have been healed now. You didn't even realize you were giggling until he caught up to you, without much effort, and grabbed you around the waist. 

"Ya think yer fuckin funny?" Kid spit some of the water that was dripping into his mouth. It seemed like you got him right in the face. 

The giggles waned as you tried to slip out of his grip. "How do you keep finding me? And I thought you weren't allowed in here!"

It was Kid's turn to laugh, "Doll, I'm the fuckin captain. I can be wherever I want ta." Kid nipped at your neck from behind, "What? Ya don't want ta see me? Yer gonna hurt my feelings." 

"If I don't, who will?" You teased.

"Yer beggin me to stuff that smart mouth of yers instead of yer cunny, are ya?"

That made you shut up. You could fuck just fine, amazingly, some might say. You couldn't be perfect though, and had been cursed with a terrible gag reflex. Most of the time you could work around it. There would be none of that with what Eustass was packing. And even worse, he was definitely going to torment you about it. His free hand was already grabbing and groping at any part of you that he could. When he grabbed at your injured thigh though, you cried out, "Fuck!" Your weight sank into the arm wrapped around your waist as you took some off your leg. The rest of your weight was taken off your leg as Kid picked you up, taking you closer to the wall, and pressing you up against it. 

Kid lifted your bad leg with his hand, nothing but cool air between your cunt and him. "Better?" There was the quick jingling of belts and the shift of fabric before you could feel his hardness pressing into you from behind. 

"Not really." A loud groan escaped your throat as he pushed himself into you. The ease with which he sank to your core betrayed how much you liked when he was mean to you. Eustass could get deep from any angle with how big he was, but from the back it felt like he was fucking your stomach. Whatever pain you were feeling was quickly replaced with pleasure as soon as Kid started to move. The slight sting of your pussy stretching around him was still there, you guessed that wouldn't change in the near future. 

Kid tucked his head next to yours, panting into your ear. He pressed your leg up to get a better angle and increased the pace. A twinge of guilt tickled the back of his mind. He knew why your leg still hurt, how he could always find you. He was actually planning on helping you the evening where the two of you made Killer want to go blind. Kid could still help, he just didn't want to. Not now, when it was so enticing to chase you around the ship and see your fake pout when he caught you. There was something he wanted to try, however, and there were other ways he could play this trivial game with you. 

"Do you trust me?" Kid had a proclivity for the rougher side of things, and he guessed that you did too. He wasn't entirely sure about the extent of your likes since these escapades had all been quickies and he hadn't had time to draw it out of you. Why was he thinking about that? Why did he even care about what you liked anyway? This was about him. He would do what he wanted regardless of your answer.

"Not particularly." You could barely form the words to answer with the way he was scrambling your guts. The cool tile pressed into you from the front and the back of your shirt was wet from the water you had thrown on Kid soaking into it. 

Kid growled. "Do ya trust me to make ya feel good?" He dropped his free hand to press against your clit, but he stopped moving until he got the answer he wanted to hear.

You whined at the loss of friction. "Yes. Yes! Jus keep going." You put your hand on top of his to make him rub against you as he started fucking into you again. Your eyes were scrunched closed, eyebrows knit together as the heat in your center grew. Then, you felt a searing, dragging pain in your leg and you opened your eyes to see a crackling purple energy dance over the skin of that leg. Kid was using his devil fruit?

Kid felt you tense when he started pulling at the bullet fragments lodged in the muscle of your thigh. He eased up though keeping a steady rhythm in the circles he rubbed into your clit. Kid felt his balls tighten when the sweet sound of your whimpers met his ears. It was a mix of pain and pleasure, and even you couldn't have told him which was which. 

The intense burn from Kid manipulating the metal in your leg and the blissful way he was toying with the apex of your thighs was overstimulating. You couldn't focus on either one at any given moment. You didn't have the capacity to even wonder what the hell Kid was doing to you, you just knew you liked it. The nail imprints from your hand gripping Kid deepened as you slid closer and closer to the edge. A warm feeling spread over your thigh as blood wept from where Kid freed one of the fragments. The pain started to dull as he removed each one, leaving you with a few fresh, small wounds. Kid didn't let it fully dissipate however, pushing his thumb into one of the defects where he pulled a fragment from. That finally sent you crashing over the edge, a string of curses tumbled from your mouth, brought to an end only when Kid released your leg and pushed his bloodied fingers into your mouth. 

Kid had been holding out since he saw the red of your blood dripping to the floor, and he wasn't far behind you. Digging his finger into the fresh wounds again, the warm, wet feeling of your flesh, the cry of pain from you, and the intense clench of your cunt around his cock was all it took. Kid grunted and pinned your hips into the wall, at the same time gripping your hair roughly to bring your mouth to his so he could taste the metallic tang of blood left from his fingers.

It took a minute or two to catch your breath, and when you did you realized what Kid had done. Even though the bullet went through your leg and hit the deck, some fragments were left behind. You guessed Kid could sense these pieces with his devil fruit. "You're a real piece of shit," you panted. "You really let me painfully hobble around with metal in my leg just so you could find your nut faster." Kid pulled out and you felt the warm drip of your mixed juices go down your leg. Good thing you were in the showers already. 

"Ya weren't complaining." Kid smirked, "Didn't even hafta spit on yer pussy ya were so drippin wet fer me." He tugged his pants on and fixed his hair before turning to leave. 

You wished so badly that you had something to fling at his head to wipe the smug look from it. 

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[behindthewanderlust]

Waterworks

Murdoc x gn!reader

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Summary - Murdoc likes to think he’s a decent enough lover. Except for when you give him a problem he doesn't know how to solve.

Word Count - 904

Warnings - Hints of Murdoc’s alcoholism, Murdoc’s self doubt (he thinks he’s a bad partner), this isn’t beta read

A/N - Can take place in any phase! Also, constructive criticism is very much welcome! If I missed any warnings, please let me know

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Murdoc likes to think he’s a decent enough lover.

Don’t get him wrong, he could do a better job and he knows you deserve someone better than him…but hey, you haven’t left him yet - that’s gotta mean something, right? He can make you laugh like no other and will buy you the flashiest shit on the planet if you asked. He knows how to do that well.

So it’s quite unfortunate that you’re now crying in his arms. He shifts uncomfortably, he doesn’t know what to do about this. He’s tense as you sob into his chest; his mind races, wondering what he should do or say. He gives you a few awkward pats on the back, something he remembers Noodle doing the last time he vomited after drinking too much. Drinking’s always been how he solved all his negative emotions. He almost suggests it, but stops himself, knowing he doesn’t want you to end up like him.

Murdoc thinks about getting Noodle, Russel, or the nitwit - someone, anyone who can comfort you better than he ever could. He thinks about a previous time you cried, Russel made you tea and offered you words of wisdom before watching a movie with you. Another time, 2D and Noodle brought you food to lift your spirits. Kind gestures don’t come easily to Murdoc, he mentally curses his bandmates for having sympathy. He tries to get up to grab someone, but you hold him so tight there’s no point in standing up. His shirt’s soaked, and you only seem to be crying harder. Murdoc’s powerless, a feeling he can’t stand. Negative thoughts gnaw at his insides with each sob you let out; he silently beats himself up for being such a useless boyfriend.

“Er - uh, do ya wanna talk about it?”

A sense of familiarity is felt when Murdoc finally spits a question out. He remembers Russel asking the same question after he first witnessed one of Murdoc’s drunken depressive episodes. You shake your head and whine out a quick no thank you. His memory’s a bit spotty, but Murdoc remembers his reaction being much more violent; a chair was possibly thrown in Russ’ direction.

He glances over at a clock that may or may not be set to the incorrect time. You’ve been crying for hours - at least, that’s what Murdoc thinks. Father Time would disagree and say you’ve been wailing for only seven minutes. He sighs, starting to feel a bit impatient. He’s got a raging headache from the stiff drinks he had last night. His plan was to keep this escapade from you, not wanting you to know he’s been drinking again, but he knows you’re not an idiot. You smelled the remnants of alcohol when you barged into his room, face wet with tears.

Murdoc then wonders if distraction would work. He’s already 0-2 when it comes to ideas, so why not go for a strikeout?

“Ha! I just remembered! I swiped Noodle’s last cig earlier,” he starts to boast, “and she gets all pissy ‘bout it, but guess who she’s blamin’? The half-brain 2D, who else? ‘Coulda told her I nabbed it, but why would I? Watching the two argue about a smoke was pure entertainment.”

Murdoc laughs again, before shifting you in his lap to sit more comfortably. “It wasn’t even a good smoke anyway.”

He begins to recall other events, like 2D’s voice cracking during a song, and Russel’s drumstick falling out of his hand. Murdoc, of course, claims to have played perfectly; not a single bum note coming from his bass.

“Ya should’ve been there, love,” he hums, his hand unconsciously rubbing your back much less awkwardly than the tense pats from earlier. You take a few sharp breaths. Murdoc notes how you’re slightly more calm than before. He took the moment to speak again.

“Now, why am I seeing waterworks? Spit it out, what’s got ya bawling like a baby?”

He doesn’t miss the amused huff you let out. You sniffle as you pull away from his embrace and wipe the tears. Your eyes are a bit dull, and your face is red and puffy. Murdoc still thinks you look nice. He stays quiet as you take a few more deep, shaky breaths to calm yourself. You speak, your voice cracking as you force the words out.

“I just had a rough day, that’s all. Thanks for holding me.”

Murdoc wipes a stray tear from your eye before looking down at his shirt. It’s cold and wet with your tears and snot. Your eyes follow his, and you cringe at the mess you left on his clothes. The room is silent, save for the murmur of the TV you didn’t even realize was on. You enjoy the moment; a calm that came after the storm instead of before. Your eyes dance across the room, not really paying attention to anything interesting before they land on your boyfriend, who is staring directly at you.

“Y’know, love,” he speaks, a grin forming on his face. “For a moment there, it felt like I was at Niagara Falls.” He laughs, the noise turning into a cackle as you groan and hit his shoulder. You roll your eyes before laughing too. The dullness of your eyes is now replaced with a slight sparkle. Murdoc couldn’t think of a prettier sight.

Maybe he wasn’t as bad of a boyfriend as he thought.