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thewritetofreespeech · 3 years ago

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Hiii! I don't know if your requests are open. But i would still like to request one. I would a knb one where the gom+kagami gfs wore a skirt(which shrunk during washing and had no choice but to wear it) and every time they bent, their patience are tested until they couldn't take it anymore. Their s/o completed obvious to the attention they are getting from others.

GOM Boys + Kagami and Short Skirt Reader (f!reader)

Akashi

“[Y/N]-chan, lets go in here.” You pause in your walk with Akashi around town, spending the lovely outside, in front of a pose looking clothing store.

“Here? Why?”

“I thought you might like to buy something in here.” He replied with a soft smile.

“Oh...Akashi-kun...I don’t know. It looks awfully expensive.”

“It’s my treat.” He countered. The corners of his soft smile becoming strained. “I’ll get you anything you want.”

“I appreciate it Akashi-kun, but I couldn’t let you do that. Spending money on me like that would make me feel uncomfortable.”

“[Y/N] please.” Now not only were the corners of his mouth strained, but his voice as well. “I’m trying to put this as delicately as possible but, you’re skirt is too short.” You blink at Akashi. Not expecting that, nor did you really think your skirt was that short. Sure you’d had it since middle school but... “It’s incredibly distracting, and not just for me.” His mouth scrunched in an unflattering frown before it softened again. Those beautiful crimson eyes darting to the left, sending a pack of boys running off. “So please, let me buy you a new skirt or outfit. You look beautiful in anything, so you don’t need a short skirt like that to get my attention.”

That hadn’t been your intention in wearing the skirt today and you blush. “Well....ok.” It was always really hard to argue with him.

Akashi bought you a new outfit in the store; you dare not look at the price tags. You continue on your date hand in hand. Your skirt you had thrown in the shopping bag after changing mysteriously vanishing when you got home.

Aomine

The bell for second period ending chimed, and was soon drowned out by the sound of students shuffling through the halls. You were about to join them to your next class when Ryo asked if you’d seen Aomine. He wasn’t in class, apparently, and he took it upon himself to collect his teammate’s assignments to pass them on to him.

Such a nice guy.

You look towards the window, where the sun was shinning brightly, and sighed. “I’ll give them to him.” You knew exactly where he was.

Climbing the stairs to the roof, you of course find Aomine there. Stretched out like a cat in the warm sun, dozing the day away in the fresh air.

“Honestly Aomine, you couldn’t even make it to second period?”

The tall, tan basketball star opened his eyes slowly from his cat nap and grinned at you. "What up with your skirt?”

Your cheeks turn red and you tried to futilely pull the front down. “I-I-It shrunk in the wash! The school was supposed to get me a new one but they didn’t have my size!”

“Nah. Keep it. I like this one much better.” His grin grew wider. “Did you wear those blue panties just for me today? Since it’s my favorite color?”

Your blush deepened and your growled at your boyfriend. You swing your arm to swat at his propped up knee but he caught your wrist and pulled you down. Forcing you to fall haphazardly on top of him; just like he planned.

“A-Aomine! Q-Quit it!”

“Nope. No can do.” He replied. His hand on your thigh. “I held out as long as I could. You can’t expect me not to react when you wear your battle panties in front of me.”

Needless to say, neither of you made it to third period.

Kagami

Another lively afternoon at Serin basketball practice. You were sitting on the bleachers, watching your friends and boyfriend, play 2-on-2 games around the court for training. You would cheer Kagami and some of the others on. Doing your part to motivate the team as your way to show support.

Riko finally blew her whistle to call for a break and the team let out a collective sigh of relief.

“H-H-Here!” You look put at Kagami when he came up to you, cheeks flushed, holding out his warm up jacket. “Put it on!”

“I...uh..thanks Kagami-kun. But I’m not cold.” You assume that why he gave it to you.

“It’s not that! Just put it on! Don’t worry. It’s not dirty or anything.”

“Um...ok. But why?”

“Don’t worry about it!” He snapped. “Just put it on!”

You frown and grumble a little, before you demand, “no. Not until you tell me why.”

Kagami grumbled himself and looked away. “....your skirt....” He said it so quietly that you have to give a little ‘hn?’ and he repeated, “your skirt. It keeps riding up when you cheer. I can’t practice right.....”

You blink in confusion, then blush. You hadn’t thought about your skirt coming up when you cheered. Now you felt embarrassed.

You took his jacket and put it on. Obviously swimming in it with your boyfriend’s large frame, which was good for once because it fell past your skirt for coverage. “Is this better Kagami-kun?”

The red head’s eyes went a little wide, and his cheeks darked to almost the shade of his hair. “N-N-No!” He exclaimed, taking you by surprise, before he looked away and scratched his head. “Now you look even cuter......”

Kise

“It was so nice of manager-san to give me this skirt. I can’t believe I own something from a designer now!”

Kise grumbled beside you as you left his photoshoot. His hand attached to yours squeezing it tighter as you walked. “Kise-kun? Is something wrong?”

The blonde seemed to realize that he was frowning, and quickly bounced back to his jovial self. “What? Oh, no. Nothing’s wrong [Y/N]-cchi. Just tired I guess.” You give a suspicious hum at Kise. Knowing that when he did 180s like this that something really was wrong.

“Kise, you know you can tell me anything. If something wrong, just tell me.”

“It’s....your skirt.” He finally confessed. Looking slightly to the left, away from you. “I’m all for fashion, and it was really nice of manager-san to give it to you, but....it’s too short. And I didn’t want to say anything because I sound like a cranky old man, but it’s true! [Y/N]-cchi’s perfect legs are only for me! I don’t want anyone else to see them!”

You snicker at Kise’s outburst. He could really be so silly sometimes.

“If you didn’t want me to wear it, then why didn’t you say anything.”

“I didn’t want to insult manager-san.” He told you. “He’s helped a lot with my career. And he really was being so nice to you. Plus, green is not my color.” Meaning he was jealous.

You giggle again and lean up to give him a kiss. “Lets head back to my place then and I’ll take it off. I’ll put on something more ‘appropriate’ for you.”

“Or....maybe don’t.” His hand squeezed yours again, only this time his face held on to a bright grin when he looked at you.

“We’ll see.”

Kuroko

You fiddle with the charm on your phone as you head down the street, leaving your apartment to go meet Kuroko.

He was supposed to meet you at your house, but when you didn't see him outside you just assumed that he got mixed up and went to the bookstore you had been planning to go to instead. Boys could be so spacey sometimes.

"Short," you jump a little at the sound behind you, seeing Kuroko there. "Your skirt is short."

"K-Kuroko-kun! Don't scare me like that! Wait....what?" It took you a minute to process what Kuroko was saying, being startled like that. "My skirt is too short?"

"Yes." Kuroko replied in his normal, soft tone, with a little nod. "It's too short."

You grumble a little and stamp your foot. "Who are you to tell me my skirt is too short??"

"No one I guess. But, I'm your boyfriend." He said. As if you needed to be reminded. "And I don't like other people staring at you, [Y/N]-kun." You blink once back at him. You hadn't noticed anyone staring. Nor had you noticed the slight tightening in Kuroko's fist until now. "It's why I've been following behind you for a while now. To keep your butt safe."

You let out a startled squeal and swat Kuroko in the arm as your cheeks turn red. "D-Don't say stuff like that!" You scold while he rubbed his arm. But...maybe he was right. Maybe it was too short. "Fine. Follow me home and I'll go change."

"Right behind you." Kuroko said with a smirk as he came along.

Midorima

‘Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!’ You repeated over and over in your mind as you sprinted in a mad dash towards school.

You alarm hadn’t gone off, and it was honestly a miracle you had woken up even remotely close to the time with just enough time to make it out the door in a panic. If you some how made it to school on time you would never forget to set your alarm again!!

Cresting the hill, you see the gates to the school coming into view. And, more importantly, Midorima standing there. He was always on time, so he must have been waiting for you. Your heart swelled at the thought of it, and it gave you the extra boost to run fast towards him.

“Midorima-kun!”

“Don’t shout. In any case why are you so -- WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING?!?!”

You come to an abrupt halt in front of your boyfriend. Not expecting that response when you got close to him. “W-What? My uniform?”

“That’s not your uniform! That skirt is too short!”

You look down and turn about as red as Midorima was as you realize the skirt you had pulled out of your closet was your middle school uniform skirt. Not your high school one. They looked close enough in color you hadn’t noticed, and thought the ‘breeze’ was from you running. Could this day get any worse!!

There was movement out of the corner of your eye and you look up from your moping to see a field of green being offered to you. “The Oha Asa is never wrong.”

“M-Midorima-kun.....” You feel like you’re about to cry as you take the scarf and wrap it around your waist. This would do, for now. At least until you could get to your gym locker after first period.

“Let’s go. We’ll be late for class.”

You smile at Midorima and fall in beside him as you head to class. Spirts lifted. Maybe you should listen to the Oha Asa more too.

Murasakibara

"What is the process called when an animal reproduces with itself? Is it A) Biomorphic reproduction? B) Symbiotic reproduction? Or C) Asexual reproduction? ....Mura-kun....? Mura-kun? Are you even listening to me?!"

"Ccccccaaaannnn'ttt...." Murasakibara whined from his place across from you at the table. Looking rather comical scrunched up like that.

"Jeez Mura-kun. I offer to help you study. The least you can do is pay attention."

"Ehh.... I can't. [Y/N]-chin is trying to seduce me."

"W-What??"

The towering teen smirked before he licked the potato chip salt off his fingers, then tugged at the hem of your skirt. "[Y/N]-chin's legs look like tasty mochi. I can't resist."

Your cheeks turn pink and you bat his hand away before returning to your book. "Y-Your...You're not going to get out of this so easy Murasakibara-kun! You need to study!"

Murasakibara frowned with a low hum of disappointment before retuning to his potato chips. "I'd rather have mochi......"

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kamino-blues · 3 years ago

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Self-Care With the Bad Batch

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: brief mentions of nudity (non-sexual), references to making out

I’ve been really focused on self-care recently due to coming off of finals week, so I wanted to write the Bad Batch participating in some self-care with the reader! Hope you enjoy!

Hunter

Hunter had witnessed you doing face masks after long missions, relaxing on your bunk with your eyes closed

He at first thought that you looked kind of silly, especially with the paper facemarks that you frequently bought for easy application

But seeing how relaxed you looked, he secretly really wanted to try one

It didn’t come out until late at night when you and him were having a conversation about his senses

He thought that it could be a way to calm down his senses when his senses go into overload

Hunter mentioned this to you, and you automatically got up and looked through your face masks, pulling out a bottle and two headbands

You had been preparing to ask him if he wanted to try one out, but finding a time through the chaos of missions and time away from his brothers was hard

You showed him the one that you specially picked out for him, it being a scentless calming mask that you had picked up on Coruscant

Hunter was incredibly awkward with the whole process at first, not knowing exactly what to do

So this is why you took over!

You quickly grabbed one of the headbands (It was a light red and had small Tooka shaped ears on the top), and moved to sit in front of him

He ended up pulling you into his lap, giving you a quick kiss before you started your magic

You gently took his famous headband off, not wanting to get mask on it, and ran your fingers through his hair gently

He leaned into this touch, absolutely loving it when you do that

You finally pulled his hair back in the headband that you had bought him, making sure no hair was on his face

You would usually use a brush, but you figured it would be more intimate to use your fingers to put the mask on

Hunter had his eyes closed, flinching a tiny bit as the cool liquid came in contact with his skin

After a few moments, you had coated his face, and you ended up giggling because of how his tattoo was completely covered

He raised an eyebrow at that, before you jumped off him and let him look at himself in the mirror

As he stared trying to figure out the mask, you had quickly put on your matching headband and started placing the face mask on

Hunter noticed this, and lightly grabbed your wrist to stop you, grabbing the tube to put the mask on for you

It was a little bit of a messy process, but after a few minutes he managed to evenly get it on

After he had washed his hands, you dragged him back to his bunk, his arm around you as you both unwound from the long day

This became a daily activity, Hunter not giving a shit if the others teased him about it

Crosshair

It was not often that the Bad Batch stayed on planet in someplace other then the Havoc Marauder

But this was one of the rare occurrences, there being three rooms to share between the six of you

You and Crosshair were sharing, which was absolutely perfect

The two of you had been together for a while at this point, completely comfortable with each other

So when you discovered that there was a bath with a whole slew of products to put in it, you were over the moon

Crosshair wasn’t a big self-care kind of guy, you had tried to get him to do a face mask once, but he refused profusely

You quickly got the bath started (It was a nice bath, probably the largest you had ever seen), putting lavender bubble bath in

Walking out, you saw Cross laying on the shared bed, arms crossed with his eyes closed

You called out to him, asking him if he wanted to join you in the bath

He stared at you for a second, then nodded with a smirk

You were honestly shocked at how fast he agreed (but you weren't complaining)

You quickly grabbed your sleep clothes (aka one of the tops of Crosshairs blacks and some shorts) and placed them on the counter in the refresher, and started undressing

You were in the bath before Crosshair walked in, completely engulfed in bubbles (yeah you accidentally put to much in but shhhh the more bubbles the better)

He rolled his eyes at this, a small smile on his lips as he pulled off his shirt off

You turned away, giving him his privacy as he slipped out of the rest of his blacks, feeling the water behind you shift as he stepped in

Once he settled, you automatically leaned back into him, his arms slipping around your waist

No words needed to be said in this moment, both of your eyes closed as you both basked in each others presences

This was one of the things that made you fall in love with Crosshair, the ability to communicate with actions instead of words

You and Cross stayed in the water until it got cold, him pulling you into a kiss before you got out

You quickly got changed, him following suit before heading to bed

This evening made Crosshair definitely consider getting the batch to stay off ship more often

Tech

When you first started traveling with the Bad Batch, you weren’t able to bring all of your usual skin care with you

So you trying to adjust with what you had was difficult- especially since most of the soap that was on the ship was the basic GAR supplied soaps

The first time you guys stop on Coruscant and you have free time, you are automatically stopping at a drugstore to at least get some of the basics

While holding a container of moisturizer, you heard someone behind you tell you that the brand isn’t a good choice

Startled, you almost drop the container as you turn around, coming face to face with Tech

You two had been dating for a few weeks at this point, and you hadn’t even realized that he had followed you on your little outing

He held onto your shoulder, helping you pick out different brands that you had not even heard of

You truthfully weren’t expecting him to know so much about skin care, but you were truthfully grateful for it

When you both got back to the ship, Tech pulled you into the refresher, closing the door behind him

You were startled, but when he pulled out the stuff that you both had bought it clicked quickly what he was doing

He brought his hands to caress your face, slowly moving into your hair so that he could pull it back for you

Tech started putting what you guys had bought on your face, the experience being a lot more intimate than you expected

By the time he was done, your cheeks were bright red, and you leaned up to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck

It ends up in a make-out session, both of you leaving the bathroom a flustered mess

Every time you guys were on a planet with a store selling skin-care products, Tech would always want to check it out with you

He ends up making a skin-care routine for you <3

After a while he joins you in the routine, solely just so that he could feel your touch when you applied it to his face

Tech never lets you do this by yourself, he always wanted to help (He enjoyed talking to you while he helped you, plus being able to make-out after was a great motivator)

Wrecker

Wrecker wasn’t one to slow down, if he had it his way he would be moving 24/7

You had tried to do face masks with him before, but he much more preferred to unwind in other ways

He absolutely loved to work out, so you decided to ask him if he wanted to do a small workout before you headed off to bed

Wrecker agreed automatically, giving you a big thumbs up

You were usually pretty tired by the end of the day, so you figured that you could get him to possibly try yoga

But before you dropped that question on him, you started with a jog, running around the area outside of the ship

The atmosphere was so peaceful, him keeping pace with you as the sun's setting on the planet you were on faded in the distance

He was just wearing his blacks, and you were just wearing a simple workout outfit that you had on hand

Around halfway through the jog, he reached over, grabbing your hand with a huge smile

If you got tired, he would stop you, quickly picking you up, your legs wrapping around his waist and your arms wrapping around his neck

You would press kisses against the side of his head and neck, while Wrecker jogged back to the ship

You felt so secure in his embrace, his arms holding you safely in place

Once you get back to the ship, Wrecker lightly pulled you away, not without pulling you in for a kiss

When you were back on your own two feet, that was when you threw the question out about ‘yoga’

You convince him to do it by challenging him to see who could do the tree pose the longest

It becomes a huge competition, lots of giggling and trying to get the other distracted so they would fall over

Wrecker ended up falling first, you laughing as you went out of the pose to run over to him, plopping down next to him to jokingly gloat about your victory

He quickly managed to shut you up by pulling you into his lap and putting his lips on yours

Echo

The Bad Batch moved around so much with the amount of missions they had, so it was hard to stop and focus on what’s happening around

So you and Echo had developed a routine when you were planet-side

Bringing two of the light spare blankets from the ship outside, you would both hunt for a perfect clearing to settle down for the evening

You would sneak snacks out, and lay one of the blankets out to have a makeshift picnic

Now the main event wasn’t the picnic, but it was fun swapping stories with Echo about both of your pasts

Since you were away from Echo's brothers, catch you guys sneaking secret kisses

He was still trying to get used to a lot of contact so it wasn’t anything that steamy, but you both enjoyed it <3

When the sun set, you would pull that second blanket out, pulling it over both you and Echo

He would pull you against him, your backs hitting the ground as you stared straight up at the stars

Echo would start to point out different stars, jokingly trying to figure out what shapes they were making

You would quickly join in, making up stories about the different speckles in the sky that you could see

After a while you would both go silent, just taking in how peaceful the atmosphere was

Catch you falling asleep against Echo, him realizing after a while and looking down on you with a small smile

He would pick you up bridal style (Him being extra careful since of his arm prosthetic), bringing you back to his bunk

Echo would quickly run back, grabbing the blankets you had left out there

Shifting you carefully, he would hold you facing him, both of you lying under the blankets that you had hoarded

He would kiss your forehead, before you both drifted off to sleep

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the-cult-of-russo · 3 years ago

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gotta know how u think billy would be as a dad with his kids :D

I had so many requests for Dad!Billy headcanons 😭

I hope you're ready for this chaotic ramble.

Please remember this is my Billy I'm writing

You know those parents who take like a million pictures of their kid and show them to everyone? The kind that talks about their kid nonstop to anyone who'll listen? Their family, friends, the poor random old lady at the store that just wants to buy some damn milk.

That's Billy.

He's such an unbelievably proud parent, his pride for his kids knows no bounds. It doesn't even need to be some kind of milestone worth celebrating, everything his kid does makes him proud. You better believe when his baby has an explosive crap and ruins their clothes, he's boasting about it the next day to Frank and the guys at Anvil.

He's incredibly protective. Murder is a possibility if his kids in danger. He wants nothing more than to keep his kids safe. If they're being bullied, it takes all of his willpower to stop himself from kicking the kids ass for doing that to his kid. He's not above picking a fight with the bullies dad though if they don't get their little shit head in check and also making it known to the principle that this shit won't fly with him.

"Mr Russo, I don't think you understand how serious this is. Your son broke a kids nose," the principle mutters with a glare.

Billy tilts his head, regarding the teacher with those unsettling eyes that has the old man squirming in his seat.

"You’re damn right he did," Billy replies seriously, a proud tone to his voice. His dark eyes cut to his left where his son is, practically his double. As Billy smirks, unable to help himself, his son wears the same one although he's lowering his head to hide his amusement.

"We don't tolerate that behaviour here, Mr Russo," the principle huffs. Billy's eyes harden then as his eyes narrow, sitting forward in his chair just the right amount to be imposing. The second the man leans back he knows it worked.

"You know what I don't tolerate? My kid bein' bullied. You assholes won't do shit to stop it, so I say let the little fucker get a taste of his own medicine. Serves him right for messin' with a Russo," he smirks wickedly.

He teaches them self defence, wanting them to be able to look after themselves if it ever came down to it. Naturally, for their 16th birthday, they're gifted with a big ass knife.

Billy as a dad is so stupidly soft.

We all remember the scene from the show, right? Where he's in the hospital with his mom and he says;

"Maybe you did me a solid, you know? I mean, the way I see it, you want weak kids, give 'em everything. But if you... if you want 'em strong... treat 'em hard."

When he has a kid of his own he realises just what utter garbage this is. The idea of all the shit he's been through making him into the tough son of a bitch he is today is born from trauma that he still hasn't dealt with. The way his brain tries to rationalise what he went though. To make it make sense instead of it being so goddamn senseless.

But if he's honest, more than he'd like to admit, he finds himself wondering just what his life would have been like if he grew up in a loving home. What it would be like to feel wanted and cared for. To rise to the top being helped and cheered on by others instead of clawing his way there with bloodied and dirty fingers, the weight of the world bearing down on him as he's beat down at every turn.

He never wants his kids to feel that way. Not even a fraction of how unloved and unwanted he felt. He does everything in his power to make sure they know just how much he cares about them. There's literally nothing he wouldn't do for his kids. They could turn up at home one day and confess to a murder and Billy wouldn't hesitate to ask where the body is so he can handle it for them.

Billy is ridiculously sentimental when it comes to his kids. Drawings go up on the fridge and when a new one takes its place, the old one goes into a box of many others that he can't seem to ever throw away. He has multiple pictures of his kids at his office, even some framed cute drawings they did for him. He's kept all the mementos from the pregnancy, birth and onwards. They're his little treasures.

Billy is super supportive of everything his kids do. He makes sure they get a good education but he never pushes them to do something they don't want to do. Despite the large college fund he's got for them, if they choose not to go to college, he doesn't pressure them. Instead, whatever hopes and dreams they have, he does everything in his power to support and help them. Whether that's moral and emotional support, money or even breaking a few jaws of people standing in their way.

Let's look a little bit at how he is throughout some of the ages of his kid.

Billy with a baby is a sight to behold. No one has ever seen Lieutenant William Russo so goddamn soft. Once he's got hold of his baby, you've got no chance of getting them back off him. You'd have to fight him. He adores holding his little one close, soaking them in. He's constantly holding them no matter what he's doing and baby carriers and wraps are a godsend to him. You'd heard about them from a friend and told Billy and you better believe by the time the baby's born that he's an expert on all things baby wearing. He's a perfectionist and carrying a baby wrong can be dangerous. He makes sure he knows how to do it right.

Just as he has little affectionate touches for you, he has the same for his baby. His large hand stroking their tiny head and little hair. His finger stroking their chubby little cheek. He's a tactile person and touch is grounding for him. It soothes him to do so with his baby and reassures him they're really there and that they're okay.

He's super attentive. Of course he works a lot but as soon as he becomes a dad, he doesn't stay late anymore and makes sure to have days off. The second he comes home, he's making a beeline for his baby, scooping them up with a grin. He loves to read to them, something that continues as they grow up. His weekends used to be restful or if he was feeling like a masochist, he'd work from home. But now weekends are his time to shine. By the time you wake up on a Saturday morning, he's already up with the baby, making you breakfast as he's got the baby attached to him via baby carrier.

As his baby grows into a toddler, each milestone makes him tearful and full of pride. He kisses any booboos that happen and he's constantly playing with his child. He has a pretty silly side to him that most don't get to see. Making his kid laugh and smile brings him the greatest joy.

He loves taking his toddler to the office with him. Everyone dotes on his kid and treats them like royalty.

When they turn into a small child, he watches with a proud smile and amusement as his kid wants to fight with his men, watching them 'beat' the shit out of them. The guys at Anvil are more than happy to very dramatically go down, and the apple doesn't fall far from the tree when the tiny Russo grins smugly at their 'win'.

Their first day at school and Billy's a mess. It's such a turning point and he doesn't know how to deal with how fast their growing up. But every achievement at school, even minor ones, and he's showering them with praise.

He encourages them to work hard and as soft as he might be, he is still the boss. He makes sure they do their homework and don't fall behind on their studies.

One thing Billy loves is teaching his kids stuff. Whether that's mundane stuff to help with school or teaching them shit he knows like survivalist things, because you can never be too prepared, right? He loves helping them with school projects and answering any questions they might have about one of the many things he's knowledgeable about.

When his kids moves onto those hard teenage years, the ones where everything feels so dramatic and world ending, he's a little tougher when it calls for it. Billy is no novice to rebellion, he has a rebellious streak of his own and marches to the beat of his own drum half the time. He respects that. What he doesn't respect or tolerate is behaviour that's going to fuck his kid over in the long run or self sabotage. He will be firm and a hard ass if he needs to be to keep his kids on a path where they don't get hurt or ruin their life.

Billy has a zero tolerance policy on drugs. After the shit with his mother, he won't budge on this. If he finds out his kid is dabbling in drugs, they're grounded until they're old enough to move out.

No matter what age his kids are, Billy loves them immensely. He wants to be the father he wished he'd had growing up and he pours all of his anguish and pain from his upbringing into it. Channeling it into the purest form of love for his kids. To break the curse that had hold of him. He won't perpetuate the cycle.

Being a father brings him a sense of completeness and peace he didn't think was possible for him to achieve. It fills the void that's been eating away at his soul from his lack of love as a child and he loves every second of being a parent. Even the hard moments.

Bonus:

The Russo's and the Castle's go on monthly camping trips together. Billy loves the outdoors, the mild survivalist feelings he gets from it without the real danger. He loves taking his kids there, teaching them everything. In his role as dad and uncle, he sits around the camp fire at night, the light of the flames dancing along his face as he very theatrically tells the kids a spooky story.

You and his kids are his immediate family but the Castle's are his family too. So he really loves it when you all get to spend time together like that.

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #the punisher #billy russo imagine #billy russo headcanons

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chrisevansjellybeans · 4 years ago

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TikTok Challenge (2)

A/N: Been getting a lot of love on the first part of this and that means the world so thank you guys so much! Here’s part 2 and I hope you enjoy :)

Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: swearing(??), indication of smut

Word Count: 1546

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You shouldn’t have been surprised that your TikTok with Chris would blow up. You weren’t dumb and you had been on TikTok enough to know that there was whole pages just dedicated to your incredible silly and loveable boyfriend. Hell, you followed most of them and quite frankly chatted with some of the creators because they loved your boyfriend as much as you did.

And yet here you were, stunned, as you stared at your video as it played the iconic scene over and over again and tucked nicely on the side was the number 2.3 million. Over 2 million people liked yours and Chris’s video, and it had only been up for about a week. And the comments were so kind and funny. People demanding that you continue doing small pranks on him or requesting other couple challenges. Your face lit up when you saw Chris Olson commented, since you had tagged him you hoped it would reach him but you weren’t sure.

“Holy shit.” You mumbled to yourself as you also stared at your follower count. When you had first downloaded your TikTok you had maybe 25 followers, just close friends and family. You had made a couple just silly videos with Dodge and that had made you get a couple hundred more when people started to recognize you, but now you were at 150k.

Quickly you started thinking of a different video that you could do. Immediately the video of girls going up to their boyfriends like they were about to initiate sex but then stand up and jump on them came to mind.

Perfect.

Now you just had to find a way to set up the camera while Chris was in the bedroom. You got up from the couch and made your way to the bedroom, luckily he was still showering after his workout. You glanced around the room and tried to pinpoint the perfect spot for your phone later.

The dresser on the side wall had some candles on it that would be the perfect prop and it was just out of the way enough that he wouldn’t really notice if your phone was over there. As you fiddled with your phone you heard the shower turn off and Chris’s voice, humming to whatever song he was playing, was getting closer. Quickly, you grabbed your phone and hopped on the bed trying to act like you were just relaxing.

“Hey babygirl,” Chris smiled at you as he walked out of the bathroom, running a towel through his hair as another was loosely wrapped around his waist. He made his way over to you instead of his closet and leaned down and gave you a kiss. “What ya doing?”

“Just going through Instagram. Thinking about my hot boyfriend all wet and sudsy in the shower. You know, the usual.” You grinned up at him. He raised his eyebrow slightly as he leaned more on you.

“Oh really?” He pressed his lips against that spot on your neck that had you melting in his hands. “And why didn’t you join me? I had something I needed you to take care of in there.” The vibration of his voice against your skin was felt as it made your nipples stand at attention and your core ache.

“Hmm.” You moaned as you ran your fingers through his hair, having him move up so that you could give him a proper kiss. “I’m here now.”

“That you are, babygirl.” Chris said against your lips as he let the towel around his waist fall down and pulled you closer to him. “Let me show you what you missed.”

You stood outside, waiting for Dodger to finish going to the bathroom before bedtime. As soon as he finished, you finished turning off all the lights around the house and blowing out any candles that Chris might have missed on his way to bed.

“Come on, Dodge. Let’s go find daddy.” Dodger followed dutifully behind you, his favorite stuffed Lion secured between his teeth.

Chris looked like every girl’s wet dream when you walked into the bedroom. He was leaning up against the bed frame with a book in front of him, bare chested and only in a pair of plaid pajamas pants. The icing on the cake though was his new reading glasses he just got. It seemed impossible but he somehow got even sexier with those on.

You quickly changed out of your clothes and put on your favorite of Chris’s t-shirts to sleep in and since you were about to film a video, put on some pajama shorts as well. You walked over to the dresser with the notion to take off your jewelry, but as you did that you also set up your phone on the spot that you had decided on before.

When the timer went off you walked over to Chris, once again trying hard not to break character as you tried to seem as seductive as possible. He looked over the top of his book as you moved onto him, straddling his waist. Immediately he set down his book and glasses on the nightstand and his hands found their way to your ass.

“Are you sure you’re ready for, what would this be, round 4?” You felt yourself blush all over knowing that Chris’s words would be heard on the internet. You didn’t say anything as you lightly kissed right under his jaw. Chris groaned and his head fell back as he gripped your ass tighter. But his face of pleasure soon turned to confusion as you stood up.

“Worldstar baby!” You laughed as you tapped your elbow and jumped. But of course your “I do my own stunts” boyfriend had reflexes like a goddamn cat and before you could fully land on him he caught you.

“Are you on crack?” Chris laughed as he tickled your sides as you fell to the side of him. You giggled as he continued to tickle you.

“It’s for-” you could barely finish seeing as you couldn’t breathe from laughing. You pointed to your phone on the dresser. “Tiktok babe.”

Chris groaned as he stopped his ticklish assault on you and pushed his face into the crook of your neck.

“Babe!” He groaned as he rolled over and sat up, looking directly in the camera like a scene out of the office. You sat up behind him and wrapped your arms around his neck as you smiled into the camera as well.

“Smile for the fans, honey.” You joked.

“Wait, so does that mean no sex tonight?”

“Christopher!” You glanced at the camera which had once again ended at the perfect time.

“Ha. Now you won’t post it.” Chris chuckled.

“Babe, if you don’t think that every girl, gay and they on that app won’t get excited at the sound of you saying that; you truly don’t know your own fans.” You kissed his cheek and bounced over to your phone watching the video. You bit your lip as you watched, slightly concerned that it might be a little too scandalous in the video. You knew that there were worse things on that app but you knew that you had to be more careful for Chris’s sake.

“Chris, come watch this.” You turned to him. “I don’t want to post it if you think that Caroline will kill me.” Caroline, his publicist, worked hard to make sure that Chris maintained his image as the wonderful human being that he was. He obviously didn’t make it hard to do but you didn’t want to cause any issues.

Chris sighed as you sat next to him, leaned your head against his chest and let the video replay.

“If it’s too sex tape-ish in the beginning I wont post it. Just having it for myself is enough.” You said as Chris watched the video closely. You bit your lip as the part where you’re on top of him played.

“But you want to post it?” Chris asked when the video finished. He turned to look at you fully, placing his hands on the tops of your thighs.

“I mean of course, it’s funny and I think people would like it. Our other video has already gone viral. But I’m not going to do anything that you are uncomfortable with. I know you like your privacy.”

“I think it’s fine to post. I mean there’s not much worse that can happen since the other incident.” You rubbed his hand that was resting on your leg. “If Caroline has a problem with it she can talk to me, but I say it’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” You asked once more before you posted it. “This might be the video that shoots us into TikTok fame. Forget Captain America, this will be your biggest gig yet.” You joked.

“I can not stand you.” Chris rolled his eyes. “Now let’s please either have the sex that I thought I was getting or go to bed.” He laid down and raised his eyebrows seductively. He lightly tapped the spot next to him and then made circular motions with his hands.

“You’re a dork.” You laughed as you set your phone down and decided to reward your boyfriend for being so cooperative.

#chris evans imagine #chris evans x reader #chris evans x reader imagine #chris evans fanfiction

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dodo-begone · 4 years ago

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Ugly Fuckling

Pairing: Yandere!Xisuma x Reader

Request: mmm for requests: some soft yandere shit with any character, maybe??

Word count: 3.9K

Warning: yandere, cursing, depression (?), Anxiety (?), angst (to comfort), dissociation

Part 2 for this is Now Listen Here Sad Bitches - Stop Being Sad

If this EVER looks funky/glitched (which it def is now) I have this up properly on Ao3.

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The shopping district made you uneasy. Life just seemed to course through the area. Even without anyone actually being there to give it the energy. It was cramped though; everything was practically on top of each other. Yet it gave such a homey feeling. Like everybody who made the buildings actually liked each other; they all were a representation of how everyone was different but still similar to a family. Standing in front of all of the shops made you feel intimidated. Small, insignificant, inadequate.

You start your journey through the district, looking and giving every build the attention it deserved. It was all in an attempt to imbed everything into your memory. After all, you wouldn’t be around for much longer. Someone like you, who was so alien to the server, shouldn’t just try and worm their way into such an amazing community like this. Especially when they have nothing to offer for said community.

You hadn’t realized where you were walking until you stood in front of Grian’s barge. It was so gorgeous and well made. Grian told you how it began as a small little boat build and progressively grew to the giant floating market it is today. The story was awe inspiring; like an ugly duckling, it grew into something majestic after starting at such humble beginnings. Yet it did little to lift your spirits now. Yeah the barge started as a simple build, but it was still beautiful in its tiny state. And Grian had the talent and skill to make ginormous and intricate builds. You had neither of those abilities.

Slowly you made your way closer to the barge. At the entrance there were numerous posters all bunched together on a post. All for the mayoral campaign. They were so cute, each having a unique look. Representing their mayors very well. But Scar’s. Oh Scar’s was just elite. It was a plain wooden sign; a small but even more unique technique when compared to the others. Nothing beat some good ole fashioned petitioning. You let out a small giggle at the sight of Scar’s sign next to the others. It seemed very out of place. Seemed like a solid representation of you with the hermits. And at the same time it reminded you so much of the Dream smp.

The Dream smp… your old home. Calling the dream smp home feels wrong; you barely felt safe there, but you knew that you were wanted there. Even if just a few actually cared about you, loved you. You fit in so much better there. Your horrendous builds could easily blend in with the others or better yet, stand out amongst the surrounding disasters to look semi-decent. Yes there were actual beautiful builds, just like any other server, but they were few and far between. Those builds were under constant threat of being griefed or destroyed, just like all of the others. Yet everybody seemed mostly okay with it. They would be upset when it would be destroyed, like any normal person would. But they only had two options when presented with the rubble; pick up the fragments and rebuild from the ground up or forever abandon what was once a masterpiece.

With the hermits, there was order there. The chaos was controlled, which was an odd concept to you. Chaos on the Dream smp ran rampant, destroying anything in its path. And there even seemed to be a “type” of person that was deemed a “hermit”. Thought it was hard to pick out something that everybody had in common. But you knew one thing; you didn’t fit the description of a hermit.

On the Dream smp, everything was always on the brink of destruction and very tense. Things could change on the flip of a dime. Nothing was guaranteed. And yet you still wanted to go back there. To feel wanted, important, enough, to be validated. To be so much more than you were with the hermits. With the hermits, you were only an imposter; everything they said to or about you was a lie. Had to be a lie. Why else would you be like this super kinda and incredible person? The person they were describing wasn't even you. It was a whole different person, how could they not see that?!

Leaning against the outerwall of the barge, you slowly slide to the ground. You start a panoramic view from your new position. It only made you feel worse; you felt detached from your body. Like you were watching a movie of you and your life from an outsider’s view. But you had control of your body and could still kinda see through your eyes, which made it feel even weirder. So more like you were walking through a movie that you weren’t made for; a real person wandering the domain of a cartoon show.

A shaky breath breaks it way through your lips. Trails of tears soon start to trickle down your face, slightly obscuring the view you had. Suddenly the world becomes too big yet too small. Much duller, less important. Everything became too much yet not enough all at the same time. Soon the feeling overwhelmed you so much that you broke down into a sobbing mess. The wanted to hide your face in your hands and knees hung over you like a tsunami wave, but you knew you shouldn’t. These were your last moments and views of the hermitcraft server. Even if you couldn’t see clearly anymore. Any view was better than no view. You tried to muffle your cries; do anything to stay silent and unseen. Nobody really wanted to deal with a crying person. They just felt obligated to.

God you were such a burden on all of the hermits. You could barely support yourself with your shitty little farm. Barely any food was produced. And the hermits kept giving you stuff: ores, food, weapons, armour, just about anything you could think of. Golden carrots, golden apples, elytras, diamonds and netherite were the gifts that made you feel the worst. These were such wonderful, valuable, and useful items. Nobody would give them out for free, even to a friend. Especially as often as they did.

So you’d set out on a journey to figure out who’d gifted you stuff and return it immediately. First you just left them in a chest with a book or sign explaining that you didn’t want to accept their gift. It felt wrong that they were giving them such nice stuff. They’d always bring it back to you though. It burned your heart. Both from how sweet the gesture was and the physical pain you felt taking it from them. After a few cycles of this, people started to stop telling you who gave you that new item of yours. Even when you begged them for answers.

You had to turn to more drastic measures. Every gift you got was soon carefully investigated for any sign of who could’ve given it to you. There wasn't a way to easily get an answer from the other hermits. They had gotten suspicious of your past tactics, so you had to change your approach.

So you went with the closest guess. Even if they weren’t the one to give it to you, you’d give it to them. When the “gifter” left their base, you’d swiftly sneak in and start to put the items back in their storage. Many of them had chest monsters, so it was easier to put the items in their chests. After all, they wouldn’t really notice more items in the giant mess of items they already had. Then there were the ones with organized sorting systems. You’d search for their proper homes and place them in there. Since these people usually had big storage facilities, it wouldn't be hard to hide a few other items in there. What were the odds that they’d notice that they had a little more of an item than they last remember?

Aw who were you kidding, they’d obviously notice a whole inventory’s worth of golden carrots in their chests. But you deluded yourself into believing that your attempts worked. Believing a beautiful life was much easier and felt better than facing the less-than enjoyable truth.

When you finally calmed down enough, you went over your mental plan again. It had to be absolutely perfect. With no flaws or kinks. This couldn’t fail. Every attempt before had ended in fucking failure. You’d look so bad to the hermits if you failed in leaving again. Why did you still care about what they thought of you? That’s such a silly thing to still care about.

Each plan before had one step that’d always thwarted your leave; you always said goodbye to somebody. At first it started with a big group of hermits, but with each attempt the group got smaller and smaller.

When you’d go to say your goodbyes, the hermit you were talking to would get upset. They’d begged you to stay. Or they’d ask you to help them on this one last project. And then another hermit would ask, and then another. Until you were helping a hermit as soon as you finished a project. You were almost never alone for a while. Slowly the thought of leaving would be pushed further and further back into your mind. Until it was practically gone; only echoes of it would remain to haunt you at night. This was a continuous cycle, and you wanted it to end.

This time you weren’t going to get stopped. Having fewer people in the plan makes it easier to leave. That meant nobody was going to get an in-person goodbye. Everybody had an individual letter addressed to them from you and one for the entire server. It was better this way. They wouldn’t have the chance to stop you.

You don’t know how much time passed, nor did you really care. God you wanted to stay here so bad, yet you couldn’t. This wasn’t where you belonged. You weren’t meant to be here.

With a heavy sign, you hauled yourself off the ground and made your way to the edge of the server. Every moment was precious now, so you decided to dawdle as much as you could. Nobody was going to stop you, so you had time. After all, nobody was going to be finding the letters anytime soon.

To savor every last second on the server, you traversed by boat and foot. Yes you’d miss the elytras, but you wanted to travel the old fashioned way. The way you were used to doing it. Elytras weren’t on the Dream smp, so you needed to start getting used to not having them again.

It felt like seconds before you were at the edge. A few blinks and bam! You were at your final destination on the Hermitcraft server. It was now or never. All you had to do was take a few steps over and you would be back on the Dream smp. Yet your feet refused to move. Why weren’t they moving? This was for the greater good. Yes you wouldn’t be happy there immediately, but you’d grow used to it again.

You started to take deep breaths, trying to hype yourself up to take the final steps. It was like three steps, come on. You can do it. The trip here was longer and harder than this. Don’t let something this small ruins all the work you’ve done. God it was like you were like a walking failure. You couldn’t even finish something you started, something you wanted done. A small part of you whispered, begged you to say with the hermits. But it was soon covered by a much louder part of the mind, telling you that this was the best thing you could do for everyone. Come on, they wouldn’t miss you at all. With one final breath, you took a step forward.

“What’re you doing?” a voice seemed to yell. God it was so quiet. Why was it so quiet? Literally any noise was too loud now.

You stopped. Oh no, did you take too long getting here? Man you really should’ve used that elytra instead. Would’ve made this trip so much easier and faster.

Slowly you turn around to see who interrupted you. And low and behold, it’s Xisuma. He was a little ways away from you, which you were thankful for. It was surprising to see him so far away from the server though. Did he find the notes. Shit, fuck, no no no-. You really hope he hadn’t found them.

“I’m just looking around” a nervous shell of your voice answers. It sounded so empty, like the wind could easily blow it away with just a single gentle gust. You desperately look over where Xisuma’s face would be in hopes of finding out what he was feeling or thinking. That mask of his blocked it, so it was futile. But you had to know what he thought about you now. Was he disappointed? Did he hate you? Especially for how you tried to leave?

“This far out,” he spreads his arms out, gesturing to the world around y’all. It was practically deserted. There was only an island, and you two were standing on it. Ocean covered the world to the horizon. Logically you knew you had no reason to be out here other than to leave. You knew Xisuma knew as well. He had to. He was the admin, after all.

“Uh,” you frantically look around, hoping to find anything to help you get out of this tense situation. You hated this. Hated confrontation. This was a reason you left the Dream smp. “Yeah I wanted a good sight for the uh- for the sunset. Yes, the sunset! It’s so pretty when you’re so far from the mainland. Away from all the buildings that could obstruct the view.”

It took a second for your words to finally hit you, and when they did it felt like a slap to the face. “I’m not saying the builds are bad,” you desperately backpedal, trying to change the possible interpretation of your words. “I mean they’re very big. Big and pretty! Yes, very pretty! But they block the skyline so easily and the sunset and sunrise are just hidden by them. And sometimes the light pollution really gets in the way of stargazing- I’m rambling aren’t I? I’m sorry.”

You stared at Xisuma, wishing for him to give you any sign as to what he was thinking. But the black visor thwarted you attempts again; his face was unviewable with his helmet on.

Wait how could you have been so self absorbed to not notice what Xisuma is wearing. He adorned a little bee/wasp (you had a hard time telling the difference at the moment) themed outfit. It was like a whole bodysuit. And he had a little bee/wasp helmet too! Oh my gosh it was the little bee outfit he owned! The one you really liked! He was actually wearing it? The outfit you said looked really good on him? No, wait. He might just like it as well. That’s probably why he’s wearing it. Stupid, remember you’re not special. Especially to anyone. Why can’t you get that through your thick brain?

Xisuma must have seen the emotional trip you just went on. It must’ve been obvious, right? Written all over your face?

“You’re not wrong,” Xisuma starts. “The builds can be rather disruptive of a good view of the sunset or sunrise. But if you wanted a good viewing spot, you could’ve just asked me. I wouldn’t have minded showing you one.”

“That would’ve been such a stupid thing to ask,” you sniffle, barely having the strength to look him in the eyes. Well, where his eyes should be. “Going up to an admin and saying ‘I can’t see the sunrise or sunset well. Can you show me a good viewing spot’ isn’t exactly something you ask an admin. Usually it’s something along the lines of ‘hey this player took my stuff’ or ‘I’m stuck in a hole and need help.’”

Silence smothers the two of you. Your words were heavy. Made your mouth dry too. Wow is it hot out or just you? It’s really fucking hot out here.

“Again,” Xisuma breaks the silence,” I wouldn’t have minded at all. I’m here for you. For the hermits. And I’m here to help. Why do you think my help wouldn’t extend to you?”

You ponder over his question. Now that he states it like that, how can you just make up a stupid excuse? The care he showed in his explanation made you feel warm and fuzzy. Even if it wasn’t a lot. It made you feel special. Just for that moment. He doesn’t deserve a sucky lie. He deserved the truth. You owed it to him. Then you’ll stop being a bother to him and leave. Right… leave.

“Because I��m not a hermit, Xisuma,” you murmur, hugging yourself for comfort. “I don’t think I ever was. Or ever will be, for that matter.”

“And why not,” Xisuma prods, taking a step towards you. “You are a hermit. You’re on the hermit server and you have been for quite a while now. Everyone loves you. They love you so much. I love you so much.”

That question hurts you. It hurts you so much and yet you have no reason for it to hurt you this much. The statement was false and you knew it. So it shouldn’t hold this much power over you. He’s wrong and you know it. But how do you break it to him?

Yeah, break the news to him. The only thing breaking is you. Xisuma’s mask, which you had once adored, scared you. Intimidated you and made you feel inadequate. The more you looked, the worse you felt.

And so you give in. “Because I’m not one of you. I’d never be one of you. No matter what I did, it’d never amount to what everyone else can do! Grian can make magnificent builds, Scar can landscape like a god, and Mumbo can make literally anything and everything out of redstone. Everybody has something that they’re good at, something they specialize in. And me,” your voice cracks. You drop to the ground on your knees, curling into yourself. “I can’t do anything. I can’t build, can’t farm and I can’t even do simple redstone. I’m a literal dunce. I’ll never be able to do anything right. I’ll never be enough, especially on a server like this with so many incredible people like you. And everyone is so nice. I don’t deserve this kindness. I’m a horrible person. And-and I just don’t belong here. It’d be better if a burden like me is gone, out of your hair. It’d be better if I went back to the Dream smp. Where I can’t be a burden to anybody here.” You finally break down. Sobs shook your body and any words that came out after that were unintelligible.

Suddenly there’s a presence near you, giving you a hug. You flinch, but know it’s Xisuma. Who else could it be? He was the only one here with you. He lets go of you slowly, but you quickly latch onto him and hide in the crook of his neck. You really wanted some comfort. You wanted Xisuma’s hugs. You didn’t want to be left alone.

He goes back to gently holding you, quietly telling you that everything was going to be okay. And other things. Everything just went in one ear and out the other. But he’s giving you soft and steady backrubs. You snuggle closer to him. God this was like a whole comfort package! It just made you want to cry harder. And he just stays there! Letting you cry on him. He’s so nice to little ole you.

Soon you tuckered yourself out from crying. You’re so tired, but you’re still crying. Sadness just courses through you. But you’re so tired. Slowly your sobs turn to sniffle and you try to bring him even closer to you.

“Feel any better,” he tries his best to look at you after your sniffles are all that’re coming out of you. It’s really hard to look at someone so close to you.

You nod against him, too tired to answer verbally. Plus your voice probably sounds terrible and wouldn’t be able to handle answering anyways.

He picks you up, holding you close to him and walks away from the border. You’re so thankful that Xisuma is carrying you. It makes you feel so loved. And your body was so weak after your breakdown.

Soon you two are on a boat, heading back to the rest of the hermits. He’s rowing y’all home. You cuddle into him, wanting as much physical contact as you can get. You’re so tired, but you don’t want to sleep just yet. But you still doze off anyways. As you do though, Xisuma starts to talk to you.

“Thank you for staying with us. With me. I really appreciate that. I love you, remember that. I’ll tell you that a million times if I have to. I’d tell you daily, hourly. Whatever you want. Just don’t leave, please. I love you so much. It’d hurt if you left. If I lost you. But it also hurts to see you in so much pain. Oh I’m so sorry I wasn’t here for you sooner. I should've seen the signs. But I’m here. I’ll help you. I love you so much. I’ll stay with you as long as you’re with me. I’d follow you to the end and back.”

You can’t exactly hear what he’s saying, but it must be really nice. The tone of it is so comforting. Wait hold up. Weren’t you doing something. Struggling to stay awake, you mind scrambles for an answer. The border. Yes, the border! You were there. But for what? You couldn’t remember anymore. But was it important if you forgot? Oh who cares, you got Xisuma with you! You were home! That’s all that mattered.

As you finally start to drift off, you mutter an ‘i love you’ to him, finally falling into a well deserved slumber.

#tw: yandere #dodo writing #mcyt x reader #tw: cursing #tw: depression #tw: anxiety #tw: dissociation #tw: angst #hermitcraft x reader #xisuma x reader #yandere #yandere xisuma #c: xisuma #hermitship

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lovenona · 4 years ago

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it’s here, it’s wild, and it’s fun – welcome to “what happened after the art show” featuring everyone’s favorite menace art student ryomen sukuna (previous installment here and full universe here)

(note that this does contain some references to explicit content – it will be clearly marked within the text)

now that i've captured your attention: there are a myriad of ways this could go, really. let’s start with the basics.

first things first: while the thought of scratching up geto’s stupid little car sounds awfully appealing to you, and while you simply wanted to accept the offer for the sake of sukuna’s unusually kind gesture, you also know that you don’t want some serious claims filed against you. geto’s a prick, as you’ve learned, and it’s best to keep things civil.

so you politely tell sukuna as much, and while he might tease you for being a coward, you know there’s no real malice behind that impenetrable voice of his.

but the night is not over! sukuna will take you to his car, then. it’s vintage and black and a little beat up and there’s miscellaneous art supplies and tattoo reference books strewn across the backseat, but it smells so distinctly like sukuna that it feels strangely like home. he controls the music, of course, blaring indie and punk with his windows cracked so every stoplight can hear. (he has a preference for wolf alice. he thinks the lead singer is hot.) and even better, he’s got a smirk, a real one, as he drapes one hand across the steering wheel and the other on the glove box between you.

(you think you’d like his hand to reach further. but you’re still technically in recovery mode, so of course you won’t say it, not yet.)

your earlier sadness melts away with every minute you spend in sukuna’s car. he’ll take you for a drive without needing to ask. he can read the vibe – it’s you. you don’t want to go home, you don’t want to go out, you don’t want to be anywhere; so he’ll keep you in that liminal space, driving in circles and turning down strange roads whenever and wherever he feels like it. he’ll pass familiar buildings on campus to make a silly little quip, drive past the grocery store to watch students filter through with their reusable grocery bags, drive past the parks that loom in the dusk shadows. you don’t need to talk, and neither does he. it’s quiet, strangely, but a silence so comfortable you hardly notice it.

and, frankly, the most realistic ending to this night would be that sukuna drops you off at your apartment complex and lets you go home for the night with a final joke. but, of course, i know that’s not why any of us are here.

so, of course, let’s go to sukuna’s place, instead. it’s an expected gesture, almost, and you can’t say you’re particularly surprised when you see the familiar building come into view. you’ve been to his apartment a few times now, and it’s a place you’re beginning to learn like the back of your hand.

at this point, your night could go one of two ways. you may now choose your own adventure: safe and fun or sex and spice?

safe and fun: (mentions of alcohol)

you’re stumbling through the door with sukuna, arguing with him as you always do, only to find yuuji and his crew in the living room playing god-knows-what on the xbox. they’ll wave you in with a casual vigor, their loud and raucous behavior making sense once you see the array of empty white claws on the table. (many of them are mango. it’s yuuji’s favorite flavor.)

“you’re back early,” yuuji tells sukuna with a loopy grin, a grin that suggests something unspeakable as he wiggles his eyebrows. he looks at you with that dopey little smile and you roll your eyes.

“the art show sucked,” sukuna responds, scrunching his nose and heading to the kitchen to fix himself a drink. “you fuckers still drink that shit?”

sukuna, you know, hates white claw. he’ll only drink hard alcohol, mixed drinks, things that make him feel like a man. you’ve seen it firsthand countless times by now.

“you’re fourteen minutes older than me,” yuuji whines. “don’t act so high and mighty, old man.”

so sukuna will make himself a drink – a real drink, he clarifies – and offer you a glass almost instinctively. your fingers brush his as he hands you the glass. something electric runs across the surface of your skin, rustles your bones. you make eye contact, and it’s a thousand lifetimes unsaid between you.

(you wonder if you like him. you don’t know.)

so the night passes: you watch yuuji and his friends try and struggle to complete the missions in their silly little game as sukuna sits next to you, flexing his biceps as if he knows you’re watching from the corner of your eyes. megumi yells at yuuji who yells at nobara, and while they offer to let you play, you simply cannot break the connection between them. you like the way yuuji laughs and the way nobara smiles and the way their presence is like a soothing balm, cool and collected.

it’s strange and comforting all at the same time, this newfound ease you feel as you settle back into the couch, your drink sweet on your lips.

the night is a warm lilt; the silly party plays their games, you watch, sukuna acts indifferent to the spectacle and threatens to return to his room at any moment. you know, though, that he’s enjoying himself, even if only because of his posture and the smirk ghosting his lips. it’s wonderful and mundane and in this moment of pure domesticity, you can allow yourself to forget the night’s events entirely.

you hardly remember silly geto now, you do. you know you’ll be angry as all hell when you see him in class but for now, here, it’s okay.

and when you fall asleep, slowly, suddenly, someone – you think sukuna, but he insists he didn’t – tucks you beneath a layer of warm blankets. it’s a warm night, a comforting night, one that feels like a kiss to the forehead. you need it.

(you think sukuna really does kiss your forehead, too, but you don’t know. when you wake on the couch the next morning, you wonder whether it could have all been a dream.)

sex and spice: contains nsfw, slight dubcon (both characters are tipsy but very much consenting and happy with their situation), oral (f! receiving), sukuna being a tease

oh, but the second option. you’ll stumble through the door in this life to find that yuuji’s not home – the apartment is dark and quiet and full of a tension you cannot name. you’ll become hyper aware of your actions, suddenly, shyly, taking note of the exact way you take off your coat and shoes and leave them in the doorway. sukuna feels incredibly present and you don’t know why. you’ve been alone with him before, but perhaps it’s different when you’re alone like this. when it’s his home, his couch, and not a classroom. it’s different, now, when the chances of being seen by strangers have decreased significantly.

you’ll warm up slightly, though, when sukuna offers you a drink in that teasing voice he always uses when he wants to fluster you. he’ll fix the drinks with a bartender’s ease and sit down on the couch, throwing an arm back, letting his bicep tattoos flex in the golden glow of the living room.

it’s so quiet, and you’re trying your best, really, but you don’t know what to say. you’ll put the television on and sukuna will find something you both know you won’t watch but lets you ease the strain. you’ll make fun of it, he’ll make fun of it, and you’ll slide back like molasses into the lazy semblance of friendship you’ve cultivated together.

and it’ll be easier to feel normal, too, once you’ve had a drink or two – your tongue loosens up, and you find yourself able to say things to sukuna that you’ve never said before. you find yourself forgetting that you’re alone with sukuna in his house, and that you are suddenly and absolutely nervous in a way you have never been before.

“so tell me,” he’ll ask, turning to you on the couch, brave and arrogant with a dark and stormy in his system. “how was it?”

you pretend you don’t know what he’s talking about. “how was what?” you’ll purse your lips together and suppress the butterflies in your chest. you wonder just how long you have thought sukuna to be attractive.

he’ll shake his head. “fucking geto, you idiot.” plastered across his face is the smirk you’d know with your eyes closed. he leans in, slightly, not enough to terrify you but enough to leave you struggling to form a complete sentence as your brain shuts down.

but you’ve had something to drink, too, and while in daylight you would have ignored his question entirely, brushing him off as a perv and a jokester, you can’t help but think there’s something different in the aura of the room tonight. you can’t help but be honest.

“it was fine, i guess,” you tell him. you shrug your shoulders and look back towards the television. you pretend you care about what you see.

he smells like something smoky and earthy today. “fine?”

you try to make a joke, but your head is spinning from his undivided attention. you do not know what you are anymore. “are you always this interested in my sex life?”

sukuna, surprisingly, grins with genuine amusement. “no, but geto gives off the vibe of a limp dick film boy, and i wanted to know if it’s true.”

“limp dick film boy,” you repeat, and a hearty laugh escapes your bubbling chest. you feel your inhibitions melt away, and your secrets fly out of you, the horrifying experience of the art show fading behind you. you’ll deal with geto in class, you think vaguely. at least he never said your name.

you sigh, forgetting him like a bad pun. “i mean, i guess it was fine. i don’t know.”

“you don’t know.” you can’t tell if he’s being condescending or if he’s genuinely concerned for the state of your pitiful sex life. “did he at least give good head if he made a fucking sculpture about it?”

“what?” your heart stops, your face is hot, your brain on fire. it’s not that he’s crossed a line, you think, but that that question opens something deep and unspeakable and strange. “no?” you don’t know why you answer, but something within you tells you that you must. something tells you that the world is shifting, and you must follow.

“he didn’t?” you feel the couch shift as sukuna shifts closer. “what kind of fucker doesn’t? it’s common courtesy, you know.”

“he didn’t want to,” you respond, but you don’t know what you’re defending.

“and if i do?”

you freeze. one of sukuna’s hands traces your shoulder like butterfly wings. it must be the rum talking, you think, because there’s no way sukuna would want you. it wouldn’t make sense, certainly, you rationalize. he must be out of his mind, this must be a joke –

“you still there?” a finger taps your forehead.

“yeah,” you respond, returning to yourself. you curse your flailing heartbeat. you turn to look at sukuna, so close to you, and you’re met with the terrifying depth of his dark gaze. you have never seen this gaze, this look that places you at the center of the universe. your breath nearly catches in your throat.

sukuna leans in. so do you, instinctively. you disregard geto and the sculpture and everything that came before. this, you think. this is what it should have been like. you’ve been waiting for this moment since the first time he kissed you months ago. you’re overcome with sensations you cannot name, an ache that builds and spreads through your belly. perhaps you’ll regret it tomorrow. but now, here, you want it more than anything.

“you don’t have to,” sukuna says. his breath is hot on your cheeks.

“i want to,” you say, and it’s a kiss for the ages.

so he’ll push you backwards to lie on the couch, and his shirt will be off and disregarded before you can think about it. you’ll trace the tattoos on his broad chest, lines and patterns you’ve never seen until now that you will never be able to forget. you’ll memorize the feeling of his tongue in your mouth, the smooth metal of his tongue piercing sending shivers down your spine. it’s messy and crude and everything you would expected it to be – neither one of you is willing to give in to the other. neither wants to admit this is anything more than a challenge.

(you’re in heaven, though. geto who?)

and fuck, god, the look he gives you as he asks if he can take your pants off now: you’d paint it, frame it, place it in every art museum in the world if you could. it’s the second time you’ve taken your clothes off for someone in your life and while it’s strange and weird and sukuna, it feels right at the same time. he bites your neck when you left your hips to slide the clothes off you body and you feel dizzy with hunger.

sukuna loves to tease. he’ll make his way down your body slowly, tantalizingly, sly, and you swear you’ll lose your mind if he waits any longer. and when he looks back up to meet your eyes, with that lustful, dangerous, blown-out gaze, you know you’re fucked. you know you’re fucked when you realize it’s ryomen sukuna hanging out between your parted thighs, asking for consent before he places a soft kiss to your clit.

and you know, you know bitterly, that this would have been the most mind-blowing sex of your life had the key not turned in the lock because yuuji decided to come home early.

so you scramble to get your shit together, angry and disappointed. and even though you’ve regained your clothes and your dignity before yuuji can even remove his shoes and make his mindless way to the living room, you cannot quell the fire that grows within you. you cannot stop the hunger that has already begun. and sukuna knows it, too, because his eyes have not lost the look of a predator looking for prey.

(and, you notice, because his dick is still hard.)

he looks at you, and you look at him. he leans in, grins, whispers, “my room?”

#xoxo #sukuna x reader #sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #jujutsu kaisen x reader #ryomen.sukuna #artist!jjk #letters to adele

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thenamesseven · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Jongho x reader

Genre: Romance, angst, jail au!

Warnings: Angst, mentions of violence, mentions of an accident.

Word count: 5.3k

A/N: There we go! There’s another chapter! I think we’re getting really close to the end here, I don’t really know how many chapters are left but I would say two or three? It’s been such a long journey though! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

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The sound of the alarm rang even louder, echoing between the walls of the empty room the three of you were locked into. Despite the chaos behind the door, the room was filled with a calm that seemed deathly, that only made your heart beat faster and your instincts heighten in order to find a way out of this.

You didn’t get this far to be stopped by him, to be ruined by Jaehyun.

Said inmate tightened his arm around your neck, holding you tight against his body. The feeling of the cold metal that belonged to the weapon he held against the side of your head kept reminding you he was in total control of your life right now, it was in Jaehyun’s hands whether you would get to see another day or not. You weren’t willingly waiting for him to make a decision though and using as much strength as you could, you attempted reaching up only managing to grab his sleeves in order to try to release some of the pressure he was putting on your windpipe.

On the other side of the room, Jongho stood right in front of the both of you, his own gun aiming at Jaehyun. His pulse was incredibly steady considering the stressful situation you were in, however, judging by the distressed look on his face, you could tell he didn't have a clear aim. He would have already shot the other inmate down if that was the case.

"You need to go" You told Jongho, breaking the silence between the two of you, looking into his eyes while you tried to keep yourself calm in order to not stress him out even more. "More cops will come soon" His eyes went from your face to Jaehyun's smirk, his muscles tensing when his enemies’ smile got bigger.

"I won't get out of here without you" Jongho replied without hesitation, looking into Jaehyun's eyes coldly"And until this fucker is dead"

"You move and she's the one going down" Jaehyun brushed a few strands of your hair back with his gun, he was only messing around with Jongho’s mind, trying to stress him out so the possibilities of failing his shot would only grow.

"Jongho-"

"Shut up" He warned you, if he heard you telling him to get out of there without you one more time he would go insane "Jaehyun, you either let her go or I kill you" Jongho threatened, Jaehyun only pushed the gun harder against your head “I’m not messing around”

"Drop the gun and I'll let her go" You both knew that as soon as Jongho dropped the gun, Jaehyun wouldn’t hesitate to put a bullet between his eyebrows and then proceed to do God knows what to you. Although, to your surprise, Jongho seemed to be so desperate, so helpless that he decided to follow Jaehyuns instructions.

“Jongho?” You asked hesitant, voice shaky as your eyes scanned his movements.

“We have to listen to him, it’s not like we’re on advantage here Treasure” He said looking into your eyes, ignoring the way his heart squeezed tight as soon as he saw the tears that were gathering in yours.

“Right Treasure, he finally realized I'm the one in control” Jaehyun said, lips pressed against your ear as he forced you to look at Jongho. The sound of his precious nickname coming from his lips made you feel nauseous, uncomfortable and humiliated. It just sounded so wrong when it was said by somebody else “On your knees Choi” He instructed, still not putting his gun down.

“You’re going to regret this” You told him quietly, letting out a shaky breath, watching the love of your life kneel down in front of you.

“Are you sure about that?” Jaehyun asked jokingly, a smirked on his face “I think I won’t”

His words got silenced by the sound of a gunshot that surprised the three of you and before you could do something else, before you could even process what was going on, the entire room spinned under your feet.

24 hours before the Break Out.

Sitting beside Yunho, you looked down at the map he had been scribbling on for the entire time, brain too busy trying to process all the information he had just dumped on you to feel the expectant gazes of the rest of the guys. You could see Yunho staring at you by the corners of your eyes though and even though he probably had his best poker face on, you could see how he was trying to guess if you had understood everything or if you had been daydreaming the entire time he had been explaining.

“She didn’t understand shit” San finally said, deciding to be the one that breaks the silence between all of you, making Hongjoong frown from his seat. Like the day Mingi lost his life in the hospital, he kept typing something in his phone that seemed to be way more important than the subject that was being described in your living room.

“It’s the second time I explain this” Yunho muttered, his gaze changing from expectant to disappointed, he definitely was not going to explain the entire plan another time. When you kept quiet and didn’t say anything in return though, the male let out a quiet sigh as he turned the paper over “Where did you get lost? I’ll try to explain it from there again”

“Great” The sarcasm in San’s voice didn’t go unnoticed by you but you were already used to his grumpy behaviour and decided to let him off the hook, ignoring it as you frowned even harder, mentally going through the plan Yunho had just explained to you.

“San” Hongjoong warned, not even moving his eyes away from the screen “You’re not helping” The male that just got scolded only scoffed, leaning back against your couch as he crossed his legs.

“(Y/N)?”

“I do understand the plan” You said looking at them, eyes landing on Yunho at the end since he was the one that had been doing most of the talking for the entire afternoon “It’s just….Isn’t there any less dangerous ways to get him out of there?” You asked, scratching the back part of your neck.

“I mean, we can always ask Seonghwa politely, maybe he lets him go” San proposed, mocking you.

“We could also ask him to exchange you for Jongho, I'm sure he wouldn’t mind that” You shot back, watching his teasing smirk tilt the corners of his lips up higher, which only made your frustration even stronger “Is this funny to you San? Because I’m getting tired of your attitude”

“Guys” Hongjoong warned but you were too riled up to listen to him.

“What do I need to do to make you understand that I’m going to help you? That I’m here to get him out as well?” You asked him, looking into his eyes “I mean if this freaking ring is not enough to convince you then I don’t know what will!”

You had not been thinking while speaking and accidentally ended up telling Jongho’s best friends about your engagement. Everyone froze when you showed San your hand, even Hongjoong looked up from his phone to check if your words matched the image his mind was imagining. It wasn’t a proper wedding ring, Jongho had just grabbed the first thing that could be placed on your finger and used it to propose to you, but it was too special to take it off, it meant the world to you and it definitely showed Jongho planned to marry you as soon as he had the chance to.

“Wait, you-” Yunho didn’t even finish his question, his eyes getting wider when you only nodded.

“He proposed last night” You confessed looking down at your hand, eyes tearing up a little when they landed on the metal band placed around your finger “Kept saying that he wanted to do this in case something happened, that he didn’t want to die with regrets” Your voice broke slightly, more tears gathered in your eyes as you refused to look up at them.

“Hey” Yunho placed his hand on your back, noticing how upset you got over something that should be making you incredibly happy. “He was just being silly, Jongho can be a drama queen sometimes” He jokingly said, stealing a small smile from your lip “Welcome to the family though? I’m glad we’ll finally have a female around, I’m getting tired of all this testosterone” He gently pulled you closer to his side, allowing himself to chuckle at his own words with you.

"Yeah! Congratulations!" Hongjoong said with a huge smile on his face, warmed up by the image of Yunho finally being able to make the permanent frown vanish from your face for a few seconds. "Though please tell me he'll get you a proper ring when he gets out?" He asked making you laugh quietly, nodding at him.

"He said we'll plan the best wedding ever if he gets out and that he'll get me another ring, although honestly? I don't care about all that, I just want to have him besides me, that's all I ask for" You replied sincerely, Yunho hugged you a little tighter when your voice broke.

"You guys better make me the groomsman" San said pulling the paper where Yunho had been scribbling some things down closer to him "I promise you we're getting him out of there"

“We do not have much time Jongho”

Wooyoung glanced nervously around the room as he made sure nobody else was in there with them, the inmate was almost done dressing up and even though none of the guards would suspect what the two of them were doing in there alone, his three companions -Seongwha, Jaehyun and Yeosang- would surely question every single second he had spent alone with Jongho.

“So say whatever you want to say and get out of here”

Jongho shifted his weight from one leg to the other, zipping the pant of his orange uniform up as he took a deep breath. He had been thinking hard about what he wanted to say and the consequences confessing this to a police officer would have, but despite their relationship, Jongho trusted Wooyoung more than anybody else here since he knew his feelings for you were similar to his. Jongho knew for sure he wouldn’t do anything to harm you.

“There’s something I want to talk about” Running his fingers through his slightly wet hair, Jongho sat down on the bench that was behind him. The long yet deep sigh that exited his lips told the officer that whatever Jongho wanted to say, it was going to be serious. He never seemed to be so thoughtful.

“Come on then, we don’t have all day” Wooyoung pressured him, still glancing around the room, tapping his feet against the floor nervously.

“(Y/N) is planning to-”

The sound of your name made the alarms in Wooyoung’s head ring incredibly loud, he had never moved faster before. Rushing forward on pure instinct, Wooyoung reached up and placed his hand on the other’s male mouth in order to cover it and shut him up before any more words could be said. Jongho, with eyes wide opened, tried to move backwards, thinking that the other male wanted to harm him for some reason but Wooyoung had faster reflexes and managed to keep his mouth covered, he couldn’t keep talking or everything would be exposed.

“(Y/N) is planning to leave?” He asked, trying to keep his voice as casual as it had been before Jongho started talking. His muscles were tense though and his eyes screamed at the inmate to play along with what he was doing without making any questions “I’m trying to convince her to stay, she’s got a good job here and doesn’t work as much as she would in a hospital”

Frowning, Jongho looked at Wooyoung, his brain trying to process the way this conversation was going and how he didn’t know what had gotten into the officer “No, I meant-”

“I know, I know, Mingi’s loss was too much for her '' Wooyoung interrupted again, fingers pointing between his badge and his ear, hoping Jongho would understand what he was trying to say.

Beginning of a flashback.

As the paramedics pushed Mingi’s stretcher into the ambulance Wooyoung rushed to get in after them, almost dead or not, he was an inmate and they all should be accompanied by an officer when they were outside of jail on these kinds of occasions.

He heard the paramedics talking, rushing around the small space they had as they did all sorts of things to revive Mingi or at least to keep him breathing until they got to the hospital but if he was honest, he couldn’t hear a thing clearly. Wooyoung was so stressed, so tense that his senses weren’t working correctly, his vision was turning slightly blurry and his hearing was even worse, he couldn’t make out a simple word of what they were saying.

“Sir, you dropped this” Someone said to him but Wooyoung didn’t even look away from his hands “I almost stepped on it”

Thinking he was talking to somebody else, Wooyoung kept blinking and staring down at his bloody hands. What had he done? What if Hongjoong’s plan went wrong and he somehow ended murdering Mingi? He would never be able to forgive himself if something like that happened. Mingi’s friends would never forgive him if he died, they would surely-

“Sir?” The feeling of someone shaking his shoulder brought Wooyoung back to reality, his eyes instantly going to Mingi’s chest which was still moving up and down, extremely slowly but it kept moving “Here”

The paramedic dropped the badge onto his hand while his eyes inspected the object like he had never seen it before. He would have never thought he would end up getting in one of these types of problems when he became a police officer, the only thing he had ever wanted was to help people, to make justice. Although weren’t the things he was doing for a good cause? Hongjoong and the guys, including you and Jongho were the good guys here, he was supporting the right side in this huge mess.

As he ran his finger over the badge, Wooyoung noticed something behind it that made him frown. Had that black little piece of metal been there all this time? “What’s this?” He whispered quietly, eyes squeezing almost shut as he moved closer to it, scanning it as close as he could before he realized his biggest fear had been confirmed. As soon as his brain recognized the object in front of him as a microphone, one so small that seemed to be taken out of those spy movies, his mouth closed shut and he placed it back where it had been all this time.

As if he didn’t have enough worries, Wooyoung added some more to his list. With his heart pounding and his blood freezing in his veins, the officer leaned back against his seat, trying to process the fact that Seongwha might know as well which side Wooyoung was in.

And unfortunately, it wasn’t his.

End of Flashback.

He couldn’t actually turn it around and show Jongho the little microphone he had found there yesterday because whoever was listening to him would probably hear him fidgeting with his clothing to take it off “But she is recovering” Wooyoung warned, putting a bit more emphasis on his words so Jongho would notice something was off “She told me she would think about it before taking any rash decisions” He insisted, motioning between his badge and ear again, trying to tell him somehow there was someone listening to his conversations.

Jongho seemed to know what Wooyoung was trying to say this time, his frown vanishing a little but his body tensed even more “Does someone else know about this?” He asked quietly, eyes on his badge.

“I don’t know” Wooyoung replied honestly, sensing Jongho wasn’t talking about the ridiculous idea of you leaving this jail without him.

“Since when has this been….Happening? When did she start thinking about this?” Jongho wanted to know for how long Wooyoung had been spied on, he also wanted to know who was doing this to him and why, he had so many damn questions that couldn’t be answered right in that moment.

“Didn’t I tell you already? I found out when Mingi was attacked” Wooyoung said seriously, trying to not let his frustration get the best of him. “I really don’t know”

Wooyoung knew one thing for sure though.

His cover had been blown and he needed to be extra careful if he wanted to get out of this nightmare alive.

“I never thought I would ever say this but Jaehyun was right for once” Letting out a deep, tired sigh, Yeosang plopped himself down onto the chair behind him, sitting in front of Seonghwa who looked as exhausted as him mixed with an insane amount of stress. Who wouldn’t be worried though? There was someone that had been passing really valuable information to people that should have never known about it. If all the things Wooyoung knew got out, the tables would surely turn and they would be the ones sleeping behind bars for an eternity.

“Don’t remind me, I still can’t believe how I never saw it coming” Seonghwa replied shaking his head as he pinched the bridge of his nosem holding his breath for a few seconds before letting it out eventually “He’s been lying to us all these fucking years, compiling information like a rat and God knows who he told this information to or what did he do with it”

“If he would have told the police we would have been arrested by now” Yeosang said, trying to slightly improve the mood. Everything wasn’t lost yet, they still had a chance of somehow fixing this.

“We don’t have much time though, the more we think about this the more possible it will be for us to end behind bars” Seongwha mumbled, looking down at this hands as he hovered the pen over the papers he had been signing for the entire afternoon, not paying attention to any of them. He was too stressed, too worried to be concerned about such trivial things.

“Then what do we do? We can’t just bring Wooyoung in here and make him vanish” Yeosang asked, lowering his voice when he heard someone walking by the office, too afraid said officer would be listening to their conversation.

“Bring Jaehyun here, we need to talk” Seongwha simply said, keeping his eyes down on the table.

“What are you going to do?”

“Drastic times ask for drastic measures” He replied clearing his throat, leaning back against the chair “Jaehyun always have a solution for everything and even when I don’t like his methods, this time is about survivance” He said looking up at Yeosang, who was already standing up to go and search for the inmate “We either hunt or be hunted, there’s no other option here”

You sighed relieved when the clock struck the end of your shift allowing you to go back home after a really painfully slow day.

Being in the infirmary after Mingi’s death was a total nightmare, not because now all the work was for you but because you missed the company. That tall guy was a fluff ball, you had been swayed by his bad jokes and his funny anecdotes, you loved when he told you gossip about your now husband, Choi Jongho. Although that was all gone now and even though you weren’t going to be working here for much longer, the place reminded you of your short-time friend, it was amazing how he had stolen a little piece of your heart in such little time.

A couple of knocks broke you out of your trance, making you look up from your phone before you stood up, stretching yourself as you told whoever was waiting on the other side of the door to come inside. In case it was an unwanted visit, you started collecting your stuff and throwing it into your purse, not wanting to stay more time than you were supposed to with people you didn’t even want to think about.

“Hey” Jongho’s gentle voice made you look up from your desk, instantly halting your movements before a soft, relieved sigh escaped your lips “Did I come in a bad moment?” He asked insecure, one feet inside your office, one outside, letting you know he would turn around and go away if you were too busy at the moment.

“Of course not” You replied with a small smile, glancing his way briefly before placing your purse back down onto the desk “Come in, is everything alright?” You asked worried, thinking something might have happened to him.

Jongho closed the door behind him, shaking his head quietly as he approached you “Just missed you” He confessed softly, reaching up to cup your cheeks and press a gentle kiss down on your lips that as always, filled your stomach with butterflies “So so much” He added happily, brushing his nose against yours gently. His words and gestures made you giggle, the sound of your giggles just made his smile bigger and the need to give you affection even stronger.

“I missed you too” You replied amused, returning the kiss with a quick peck before you leaned back to look up into his eyes “How did you get here though? You won’t get in trouble right?”

“I won’t” He said, ruffling your hair, stepping back so you could keep doing whatever you were doing before he showed up “Shift is over already?” Jongho questioned, sitting down on the stretcher, eyes on your figure as you walked around, gathering everything you’ve brought

“Yup, finally the day’s over” The sound of your voice told him you hadn’t had a good day at all and he knew you well enough to know the reason had been Mingi’s absence. He opened his mouth to ask you if you wanted or needed to talk about it but you were faster than him and shook your head “I’m alright, just need a bit more time”

“Are you sure?” He asked, reaching out to grab one of your hands, pulling you closer to him “You know I’m a good listener and it’s not like I haven’t seen you cry before” Jongho’s head tilted, watching you closely, noticing how you were seconds away from tearing up once again “I mean, you always stained my favorite shirts with your snot” He added smirking, trying to bring that precious smile back to your face.

“How did you realize I did it on purpose?” You answered, just playing along with his joke while you tried looking surprised and making him chuckle in the process. Jongho pulled you even closer, quietly wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your shoulder. The gesture was so soft, so gentle that you couldn’t help but melt against him, instantly returning the embrace. “I’m really alright, don’t worry”

“You still suck as a liar Treasure, we need to work on those skills if we’re going to be fugitives” Jongho muttered jokingly, slightly turning his head to press a gentle kiss against your cheek, his hand moving up and down on your back to bring you some extra comfort. “I’m serious, if you need to talk about anything I’m right here, I’ll find a way to get some time alone with you”

“You’re not” You said, leaning back to meet his eyes, your gaze silently warning him “You’re not going to get in trouble in the few days left you have in here and make things more complicated for us” He tried to hide it, but you saw the hopeful spark that appeared in his eyes when you said those words “Hongjoong already came up with something, we just need you to lay low and we’ll get you out of-”

“Y/N, ready to go home?” Wooyoung entered the infirmary without knocking, eyes instantly landing on your figure wrapped up into Jongho’s body. Your boyfriend didn’t even budge, the possessive side of him getting the best of his logical side and the need to show your other friend that you were his simply became too overwhelming to ignore.

“W-Wooyoung” You stuttered quietly, reaching up to make Jongho back up but he only held you against him tighter, avoiding any kind of movement.

Sighing, the officer stepped inside the room and closed the door behind him. Even when you couldn’t see him, the way Jongho’s eyes turned serious gave away that Wooyoung didn’t look happy about finding the both of you in that kind of position “I’ve never been opposed to this and you know that” Wooyoung suddenly said, apparently talking to your boyfriend “I could have gotten between the two of you in a lot of ways and I never did anything Jongho” Wooyoung voice didn’t sound tense, in fact, the male just sounded tired, exhausted. “And I’m not about to start now”

A small silence invaded the room, Jongho’s muscles still tense around your body before he slowly, really slowly, started letting you go. “I know, I know” He confirmed, eyes briefly scanning your face before he showed you a small smile “You just never know what’s going to happen next in this place” He added softly, reaching out to grab your hand as you turned around to face your friend, intertwining your fingers together “You’re taking her home?”

“That’s not really necessary” You quickly intervened, not wanting Wooyoung to get out of his way to simply take you home. He looked drained and you knew he was dying to go home and get in his bed, you would feel bad for turning him into your personal chauffeur “I can take the bus”

“It’s better if he takes you home Treasure” Jongho said looking at you, even though his voice was soft you knew his suggestion was more an order than anything else.

“But-”

“I’m really fine (Y/N)” Wooyoung said with an easy going smile, showing you he really didn’t mind “I’ll sleep better knowing I left you home safe and sound”

Looking at Jongho and then back at Wooyoung, you knew this would be the only time in your entire lives that the two of them would agree on something and wouldn’t change their minds to please your wish of going home by yourself.

“Alright” You agreed sighing, looking back at Wooyoung “I’ll go home with you”

“That’s what I thought” Wooyoung said smiling contentedly, pleased by your answer “I’ll wait outside in the car, do not take long though, dinner time is about to start and they’ll notice you’re missing Jongho” He warned, making you smile a little when Jongho rolled his eyes.

“We won’t, thanks Wooyoung” You replied looking at him exiting the office

“Wooyoung” Jongho called out, making the officer stop on his way out. When their eyes met, Jongho squeezed your hand gently before he finally spoke up again “Thank you” He said quietly, clearing his throat, looking a little bit uncomfortable with his sudden confession “For everything”

“No need to thank me” Wooyoung replied shrugging “That’s what friends are for right?” He asked back, surprising Jongho since this could easily be the first time one of them referred to the other using the word friend.

“Right” Jongho repeated with a small smile after a few seconds “That’s what friends are for”

You didn’t allow Jongho to stay much longer in the office with you after Wooyoung left, he had been all whiny and bothered by your sudden hurry to leave but the last thing you wanted was him to get in trouble and making the plan Hongjoong had in mind way more complicated. After a quick kiss and a really long hug, you finally said goodbye to him and headed to the parking lot where Wooyoung was waiting for you in his car.

“Sorry, I still needed to pick up my stuff” You apologized as soon as you opened his car’s door, sliding into the passenger’s seat and buckling yourself up “I couldn’t find my phone, I always manage to lose something” Wooyoung laughed at your quiet rant, shaking his head a little as he turned on the ignition, ready to get out of there.

“It’s alright, you didn’t take that long” He said quietly, smile still present in his lips as he started driving away from your workplace “Bet Jongho didn’t feel like letting you go either” His words didn’t sound accusatory, he wasn’t making any kind of sarcastic remarks, he simply seemed to be pointing something out. Still, you knew Wooyoung’s feelings for you and that didn’t make it any less awkward.

“Wooyoung-”

“It’s alright” He quickly cut you off, he was not ready to hear you apologize for something you wouldn’t have been able to control. Wooyoung had known since the beginning your feelings would lean more towards Jongho than to him, it had been obvious since the day he met you two back in high school “You two suck at hiding your feelings, it has been obvious all this time” He muttered with a quiet chuckle, stopping at a red light and taking the chance to turn his head to look at you “If it makes you happy, it makes me happy….I’m that simple”

“He asked me to marry him the other day” You confessed, preferring he would find this information out from you instead of someone else or in another way. “The ring is still provisional though” You added laughing, showing Wooyoung your hand, making him laugh as well.

“Who would have thought? Choi Jongho finally squaring up and being brave enough to ask you out? It feels like I’m hallucinating” He said jokingly, chuckling softly “You guys better invite me to the wedding when you get him out though, I can’t miss the party”

Your heart stopped when you heard his words and you instantly snapped your head in his direction, watching his smile widening even more at your surprised expression “Yeah, I know about it” He mumbled, eyes scanning every fraction of your face, enjoying the shock in it.

“H-How? Is it that obvious? Am I being to obvious or-”

“Hongjoong contacted me a long time ago, the two of us had been talking and discussing Jongho’s situation for a long time” Wooyoung explained, surprising you even more. He had been on your side all of this time? But then….

“Why have you been treating Jongho like that?” The words escaped your mouth before you could stop them, Wooyoung’s smile faded a little bit. It was obvious you were slightly bothered by the behaviour the officer had had with him all this time and the last thing Wooyoung wanted was for you to see him as a bad person.

“I was supposed to stay in Seongwha’s inner circle, I couldn’t just be friends with Jongho” Wooyoung explained looking at the steering wheel, letting out a soft sigh “I was actually the one that got you the job...I pulled some strings to make your little reunion happen”

“Seonghwa?” You asked, frowning even more confused. You’ve always known Seonghwa didn’t play fair but what did he have to do with Wooyoung and Jongho being friends? “What does he have to do with all of this?”

“Seonghwa just-”

“Wooyoung” Your eyes widened when you looked over his shoulder and through the window, your voice tense and scared.

“Wait, let me just ex-”

“WOOYOUNG!”

That’s the last thing you had time to say before another car crashed so hard against the two of you, that it made Wooyoung’s car roll down the road, sending you into such a scary and dark unconsciousness.

The only thing you could think about was Jongho and how you couldn’t just die before getting him out of jail.

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The Savior - Chapter 35 (End)

Summary: Negan and Y/N settle into a life of peace and happiness while being together with their family after all the obstacles they overcame to be together.

Characters: Negan, Reader (OC), Asher, Sherry, etc.

Warnings: Swearing & Fluff

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11995341/chapters/70485267

Notes: This is the ending of the story. I just want to thank everyone so much for reading it. I have such a hard time saying goodbye to things and truthfully this was my favorite Negan that I wrote. So ending this was incredibly hard for me. I hope you enjoyed this story. I also want to thank @queenwinterz @abadamn & @insertneganhere for helping me create a name for a character in this.

Three Years Later

Stretching out in the comfort of her bed, Y/N let out a big yawn and felt the rays of the sunshine filtering through the blinds that covered the windows to her bedroom with Negan. It felt like for the first time in a very long time she was able to have a very solid night of sleep where she woke up feeling completely refreshed.

An uncontrollable smile pressed in over her lips when she thought about life. If someone would have asked her years ago if she would have seen herself actually waking up happy…she would have told them they were crazy, but Y/N appreciated life. She loved the people in her life and cherished every moment she had.

Slowly rolling onto her side, she expected to find Negan beside her, but let out a confused breath when she discovered him missing from his spot. Reaching out she caressed her hand in over the side of his bed. The bed beside her was cold and told her that he had been gone for a while. How did she sleep through that? These days with having a toddler, it was pretty hard for her to sleep through anything.

Looking over her shoulder at the clock on her side of the bed, she could see that it was hours after she would normally wake up and a shocked breath fell from her throat. Sitting up in bed, she pulled the sheets with her and reached for her phone. How did she sleep through all of her alarms like this?

Looking through her phone she saw that her alarms were turned off and assumed that meant that Negan turned them off for her while she was sleeping. She must have really been out cold for her not to notice that.

“Shit,” she cussed to herself, getting up from the bed and getting her clothes on for the day. She did it rather quickly knowing there were so many things she had to get done before going to class today.

When she made it downstairs, she heard laughing and giggling in the kitchen making a smile immediately develop over her face. Heading toward the kitchen, she stopped in the entrance way to see Negan feeding their daughter her breakfast at the table. Negan was making silly sounds and doing dramatic faces in order to get her to eat her food. The overdramatic motions made Y/N laugh and it drew both Negan and her daughter’s attention to her.

“Good morning mama,” Negan boasted with an over-the-top, happy smile, “Charlie and I were wondering when you were going to wake up.”

“Morning mama,” Charlie waved to Y/N from her seat before reaching for the spoon that Negan had been using to feed her. Charlie raised the spoon up to Negan and giggled when Negan groaned. “Eat.”

“Charlotte Rose, daddy is not hungry. This is your food,” Negan responded with a snort when she lifted the spoon up further and he opened his mouth to accept the applesauce that she was offering him. “Mmm…that’s good.”

“More,” Charlie got another spoonful and Negan let out a small huff as she raised it to his lips again and he took another bite. “Good daddy.”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Negan snickered when Y/N moved into the kitchen to press a loving kiss over Charlie’s temple before moving to Negan to lean in to meet his lips in a tender caress. The sound of Negan humming was heard when she pulled away and a big smile flooded Negan’s face. “Good morning to you too.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Y/N questioned while moving toward the fridge to get things ready for everyone’s lunch today. Opening the fridge, she saw that there were already things on the shelves packed and she looked over her shoulder at Negan who was watching her. “You already made the lunches.”

“Well I am a good daddy sweetheart. I know how to make lunch for my girls and my little man,” Negan reminded her with a bit of a shrug. A gasp fell from Negan’s throat when he felt the splash of some of the applesauce across the side of his face making Y/N snort when she realized Charlie flung her food at Negan. “Charlie.”

“Oops,” Charlie’s smile looked almost exactly like Negan’s when he was getting in trouble. Her dimples sucked in and her bright green hazel-eyes were extremely mischievous.

“Oops? Oops?” Negan laughed watching his daughter burst out in laughter and reached out to begin to tickle at her sides. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh while she watched the two of them playing together. The way Negan could make their daughter laugh with such delight made Y/N realize every day why she fell in love with Negan over and over again. Charlie’s laughter grew when Negan started to pepper kisses over her face and Charlie grabbed a tight hold of Negan’s hair. “I’m gonna get you.”

“No…daddy…no…” she continued to giggle and Negan pulled back enough to stare out at her with an amused expression. After a minute she reached out to him again clearly wanting him to tickle her again making him laugh out loud.

“Oh, so you actually like that, huh?” Negan repeated his earlier movements in pressing kisses over his daughter’s face while tickling her and he absolutely loved waking up every day to be with his kids and wife. It was the little moments like these that were special to him and he never knew he could love something like he did his children. The giggles from his daughter and Y/N filled the air making Negan honestly the happiest man on Earth. “I love you so much baby girl.”

“I love you,” Charlie’s little voice filled the air and Y/N watched her daughter cup the sides of Negan’s face to play with the short beard over his face. Stilling himself, Negan allowed his daughter to look over his face and he always found himself impressed with how perceptive she was of everything.

“You are so beautiful,” Negan muttered in awe of his daughter making her smile widely. “Mommy and daddy are so lucky to have you.”

“Thank you,” Charlie responded with a tiny laugh. Reaching for her spoon, she handed it back to Negan to continue to feed her breakfast to her. “Hungry.”

“Daddy looks hungry too,” Y/N grabbed a napkin and moved in beside Negan. Sliding her palm in underneath his chiseled jaw, she made him look up at her while she wiped the applesauce from his face. “He needs to be not so messy when he eats.”

“Daddy’s messy,” Charlie muttered making Negan snort when she said it. “Very messy.”

“Daddy is the cleanest one in the house,” he grunted, reaching out to tickle at Y/N’s ribs and she stumbled back away from him with a laugh. “I think mommy is ticklish Charlie. What about you?”

“Very!” Charlie nodded with an amused breath, reaching for the spoon to try and get Negan to feed her again. “Please?”

“Aw, anything for you baby girl. You are so sweet,” Negan pressed a big kiss against Charlie’s cheek and it caused her to giggle when he did it. “You remind me so much of your mama. You know that? You’re so sweet and adorable.”

“But she reminds me so much of you when she’s cranky,” Y/N spoke up with a smile and Negan released an amused breath. “Pretty sure the reason she keeps saying the s-word is because of you.”

“Oh, undoubtedly. It’s my kid, she’s going to swear,” Negan agreed with her before making a silly noise when he went to feed Charlie again. “Although, I do think when she’s grumpy there is a little bit of you in there.”

“The cute bit?” she teased and Negan laughed at her response.

“Yes, the cute bit,” Negan shrugged his shoulders, accepting defeat in that situation because Y/N got one of up on him with that.

“I’m going to gather all my work for classes,” Y/N stepped forward to press another kiss over Charlie’s forehead before moving back. “I left it all over the desk last night after I was done working.”

“Honey,” Negan called out when she headed for the entrance of the kitchen to go pick up her things for her classes. When she gave him her attention again, Negan nodded toward the corner of the room to show that her bag was already sitting on the chair. “I already put everything away for you this morning.”

“Wow,” she paused finding herself confused at what to do now that Negan had everything done. “What am I supposed to do? You’ve done it all by letting me sleep in.”

“Relax,” Negan suggested nodding his head to the seat that was across from him by Charlie at the table. “Daddy and Charlie let mama sleep so she could relax for once. That was the whole point. I was going to let you sleep until you had to be ready for classes. Daddy can handle lots of things you know. He likes taking care of his family.”

“You’re incredible,” Y/N moved in beside Negan to brush her fingers through his thick hair. Lowering, she pressed a kiss over his head and moved to the seat that was beside Charlie. “What would we do without you?”

“Now that’s a situation I never want to imagine,” Negan made a gasping noise when he brought the spoon to Charlie’s mouth again. “Isn’t that right baby?”

“Right,” Charlie repeated what Negan said and Y/N found herself smiling over how innocent their daughter was. She’d probably go with whatever Negan said. She was definitely a daddy’s little girl and that was obvious. When Negan brought another spoonful of food to her lips, she happily accepted. “Thank you, daddy.”

“You’re welcome baby girl,” Negan winked and continued to scoop together the rest of her breakfast. “With the plans for today honey, I’m going to take her to practice with me and then when you are done with classes, you will come and pick her up, right?”

“Absolutely,” Y/N reached out to brush her fingers through Charlie’s hair, admiring her daughter’s dimples when she smiled and looked back at Negan. “Are you sure they are okay with you bringing her to work? We could always find someone to watch her on the days I have classes.”

“Are you kidding me? Everyone loves her,” Negan responded with an overdramatic sound while setting the spoon in the empty bowl after they finished up the applesauce. Negan reached out to grab at Charlie’s hands, wiggling them while he played with her. “They just think she’s the cutest, don’t they?”

“Well, they aren’t wrong,” Y/N stated watching Negan playing with their daughter and she felt like the luckiest woman alive. He was so good with their children and it made her happy seeing him interacting with them. It was clear that the thing Negan loved the most in the world was being a father. “She is the cutest.”

“That is absolutely the truth,” Negan reached out to pull Charlie into his arms and Y/N scoot forward to play with Charlie.

“I just don’t want you to get in trouble for bringing her to work,” she muttered while Negan bounced Charlie on his knee and Y/N played with Charlie’s hands.

“Are you kidding me? She’s like a magnet to everyone I work with. On the days I do bring her people are coming to see her and bringing her things,” Negan informed her, the bridge of his nose wrinkling when he thought about all the times he had brought Charlie with him in the past. “They fucking love her. Well except some of the boys. When daddy gets mad that they are doing bad, Charlie does a killer spot on impression of her father angry. She may not be able to say what I’m saying, but the glare…that glare gets their asses in gear.”

“Negan,” Y/N raised her eyes to his and couldn’t help laughing. Negan never pretended to try to be someone else with his mouth, but she really couldn’t judge him. He was an incredible man and she couldn’t have asked for a better husband or father to her children.

“I’m only speaking the truth,” Negan reminded her with a cock of his head before leaning down to press a kiss against the side of Charlie’s cheek. “I just put her in the toddler carrier that straps to my chest and she likes the front row seat. Baby girl is going to be heavily into sports. She already is.”

“I think she’s just into whatever her daddy likes, isn’t that right?” Y/N spoke in a higher voice while talking to Charlie and she could hear Charlie laugh.

“Yeah,” Charlie squealed with delight when both her parents kissed at her cheeks making her fall back into Negan’s chest while he held onto her. “I love you.”

“We love you too sweetheart,” Y/N answered, reaching out to stroke over the side of Charlie’s face. Thinking back to when she was pregnant, Y/N had been so scared and worried about how life was going to be, but it was all for nothing in the end. There was no reason for her to really worry. They made everything work and it was easier than she ever pictured it being. They were happy. All of them and it was everything she could have hoped for and more.

“Oh, you also don’t have to pick Asher up after school today. Sherry is getting him so she can take him to lunch,” Negan informed her and Y/N let out a saddened breath. “What?”

“Well if I would have known that, I would have woken up to see him Negan,” she frowned at the news he gave her and he snickered. “Seriously. I would have rather seen Asher this morning to say goodbye. I feel bad now.”

“Baby, he’s going to be with us after dinner,” Negan pointed out, amused with her disappointment in not getting to say goodbye to Asher when Negan took him to school this morning. “You were so exhausted. You worked all night on your work for your classes. The kids and I could see it. Asher especially could see it. When I suggested us letting you sleep in, he was behind it. Sometimes you need to get some rest babe so you can continue to be the best mama possible to these rascals.”

“I just feel bad waking up late,” she sighed, brushing Charlie’s hair out of her face. “I worry it makes me a bad mother.”

“Well daddy woke you up early during the middle of the night, so if you want to blame him…that’s fine,” a wicked smirk pressed in over Negan’s features and she rolled her eyes at his comment. It made her cheeks flush over and Negan snorted when she reacted to his bluntness. “Seriously babe, it’s okay. You need to sleep sometimes too.”

“I know, I just like to see the kids every morning,” she informed him and Negan reached out with his right hand after securely wrapping his arm around Charlie to keep her safe. Stroking the side of Y/N’s face, Negan was in awe of his wife and how sweet she was. “I want them to know I love them.”

“They both know. If they didn’t, the thousand times a day you tell them probably reminds them,” Negan grinned, his eyes hooked on hers while thinking about their family. “If there is one thing these kids know, it’s that they are loved. There is never going to be a doubt in that.”

“Alright. So, I’ll get my classes done and come pick up Charlie,” Y/N lowered her gaze to see that Charlie was tracing her fingers over Negan’s arm where his tattoos were. Tilting her head to the side, Y/N saw that she was playing with the rose tattoo that he had on his arm. Originally it was dedicated to Y/N, but after they had their daughter and decided to name her Charlotte Rose, Negan added her name in there too. After having Charlie, Negan had gotten multiple tattoos in dedication to their daughter as well as a few on his body for Asher. It was odd, but his way of expressing his love was through his tattoos and at first when Y/N was young, she didn’t get it, but now she thought it was sweet. By now she had a few herself, but never got something quite as extensive as Negan did. “After that Charlie and I will get dinner ready for when you get home after practice.”

“Sounds good baby,” Negan slowly stood from the chair and pulled Charlie with him. “We’ll miss you.”

“Mmm, I always miss the both of you when I’m not with you,” she hummed when Negan leaned down enough to meet her lips in a kiss. Drawing out the kiss, she reached for Charlie from Negan’s arms and pulled her daughter close to her chest. “Just one suggestion before you go to work sweetheart…”

“What’s that?” Negan’s eyebrow arched in curiosity as she lowered her finger to point at Negan’s shirt that he was wearing.

“She didn’t just get your face with the applesauce,” Y/N finally spotted the food that their daughter had managed to splatter across Negan’s shirt. “You should probably get that.”

“Oh,” Negan reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled the material from his slender body. “Thanks for telling me that before we took Honey and Bear for a walk.”

“What? You don’t want the dogs knocking you over?” Y/N heard one of the collars jangle from the living room when Negan had said the dogs’ names.

“Hey there Bear,” Negan lowered down to his knees when one of their German Shepherds came into the kitchen to be with them. Kneeling down, Negan reached to pet over the dog’s ears and leaned in to press a big kiss over its head. “You have no idea how ridiculous I feel saying honey bear all the time. I wish Asher would have come up with something not so…”

“Sweet?” Y/N cut Negan off mid-sentence and she felt Charlie reaching her hands out toward Bear. Lowering down with Negan, Y/N let Charlie stand on her feet before Charlie moved across to wrap her arms around their dog to give it a hug. They were very lucky that they had two incredibly good dogs that Negan seemed to also train amazingly. Before the baby was born, Asher had begged for a dog so naturally when they had gone to pick one out, they had come back with two when the owner mentioned people not wanting the runt. Bear was that runt. Negan was always one for a sob story, but it was nice to have two loving dogs that were ridiculously protective and loving of their children. “I think he heard you call me that once and he got the idea from you.”

“Yeah, but it should be something like Maximus and Apollo,” Negan rambled waving his hand in the air while the other still pet Bear. “But nah, every morning I’m standing at the back door calling for Honey Bear when we have two German Shepherds.”

“I like it,” Charlie lifted her head to give her father a pout. “Bear and Honey.”

“You tell him,” Y/N playfully cheered on her daughter while reaching out to wrap her arms around Charlie’s little waist. “Where is Honey?”

“I imagine sleeping on the couch,” Negan popped his head out of the kitchen to look on the couch to see their other dog’s head immediately lift when Negan saw it laying on the couch. “Yup, eating up the couch space. You lazy goof.”

Following Negan out of the kitchen and toward the laundry room with Charlie in Y/N’s arm, Y/N knew even though they had gotten used to this schedule it was always hard for her to leave Charlie to go to classes. Sighing, she leaned against the doorframe and felt Bear sit at her side while Negan searched for a shirt from the dryer.

“I hate leaving you guys,” she muttered hearing Charlie talking to the dog in words that she couldn’t quite put together yet, but it was cute hearing her interact with Bear out of excitement.

“Of course we hate being apart, but mama has to finish her classes so she can be happy and do the things she has always wanted while the family is here to back her with everything she does,” Negan lifted his head enough to give her a bright smile. “And we’re all very proud of you.”

“Aw, you’re sweet,” she sighed while he pulled a quick t-shirt on. “I love you; you know that?”

“Mmmm…the feeling is mutual sweetheart,” Negan hummed and moved in to give her another kiss before reaching for Charlie from her arms. “Baby girl and I need to walk the pups before I go to work and you need to get ready for class.”

“I know,” Y/N frowned while giving her daughter one last kiss goodbye. “I will see the both of you in a bit. I love you both.”

“We love you too mama,” Negan winked and followed her through the house while she gathered her things. When she left, Negan and Charlie stood at the door waving goodbye to her. She felt like the luckiest woman in the world having a family she loved and they loved her too.

Never in her life did she think she would be this happy and love someone as much as she did, but she did. Life was good and she was happier than she could have pictured herself being.

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After finishing her classes, Y/N moved through the hallways of the college that both her and Negan were at. Since Negan was a professor at the college, it only made sense that she would take classes there as well which turned out helping them in the long run. It was easier to run a family like that. Being in the same place at once always made things easier for them. It was also nice being in school here because while she had friends, no one really gave a shit that she was married to the coach. Then again, here…people didn’t know them so they weren’t caught up in the drama of it.

When people back home had found out that they were married, they heard about the rumors that people had thrown around, but they didn’t care. They were gone and threw everyone from that point in their life out of it. Other than Simon of course. He had always been in their corner and always would be. Negan had made Simon the godfather to Charlie and Simon took the title seriously. Often, he would make trips with his family to come and see them so he was one person they welcomed back with open arms.

At one point when Charlie was born, Y/N’s mother had contacted her to try to ask to meet Charlie. It had led to her mother coming out with Y/N’s father unexpectedly to meet Charlie. Of course, it led to a huge lecture from her parents and her father got very lippy. Negan could only take so much of it before interjecting himself and since that day she had never seen her father again, but it was something she was completely okay with. She still allowed her mother to come and see Charlie, but her father wasn’t allowed at the house for obvious reasons and Y/N’s mother learned to accept them. While her father was a complete asshole that she had written out of her life, Y/N decided to give her mother a chance much like Negan had done with his.

Getting outside of the school, Y/N headed toward the baseball diamond and could see the team practicing. Surveying the area, she looked for Negan and could see that he was standing behind the fence. Watching from where she was, Y/N could see that Negan was talking to Charlie while holding her in one of his arms. They both were wearing a baseball cap for the college and it made her smile. It was clear that Negan was talking to Charlie about what was happening on the field while he pointed to things and it strangely seemed like Charlie was in fact listening to him while he talked to her.

Cherishing the sight for a moment, she just loved seeing Negan with the kids. Taking her time to watch them together was an incredible thing for her to remember. The bond Negan had with their children truly warned her to the core. After some time, she moved toward Negan with Charlie where they were behind home plate. Once Charlie saw Y/N, Charlie immediately reached her hands out to her and Negan looked over his shoulder to see Y/N approaching.

“Mama,” Charlie boasted hopping to Y/N’s arms from Negan’s grasp and Y/N let out a surprised gasp. “Hi.”

“Hello gorgeous,” Y/N steadied her daughter in her arms as Negan closed the distance between them to press a kiss over her lips. “Did you have a fun time with daddy today?”

“Yeah,” Charlie pointed toward the field where they were practicing. “They look good.”

“Oh, is that so?” an amused breath fell from Y/N’s throat knowing that she was likely repeating something that Negan told her. “You think they’ll win a lot of games this year?”

“Oh yeah!” Charlie boasted, her green-hazel eyes full of excitement. “Lots.”

“Let’s hope so,” Negan let out a long groan, dropping down to one of the seats behind the home plate and he was surveying all of the players closely. Moving in beside him, Y/N took a seat with Charlie in her lap. “They are pushing themselves well, but you never know how they will do.”

“They have a coach like you, I’m sure the fellas are going to do great,” Y/N insisted looking out at the baseball diamond. There was music in the background and Charlie had managed to wiggle out of her arms to stand on her feet to dance to the music while she watched the players as well. It made both Negan and Y/N laugh. “She is so cute.”

“She really fucking is. How did we make something so perfect?” Negan leaned his head in closer to Y/N’s so he could rest his head against hers. Their daughter was intensely watching his team like he had taught her to do when she was with him. “I mean she’s part you so that makes sense, but me…?”

“Oh hush,” she swatted at Negan’s chest hearing him snort when she did it.

“We should have another one,” Negan blurt out and he heard Y/N laugh making him turn to her with furrowed eyebrows.

“I’m sorry, I would love to have a bigger family with you in the future, but right now that’s a big no,” she laughed to herself and Negan let out a disappointed breath. “It’s not against you honey. We have Asher and Charlie. I’m going to school, you’re working…we just don’t have time for that right now.”

“I know, but picture having a little boy. Look at how fucking cute Charlie is,” Negan reasoned, looking to their daughter with a big smile. “I mean the idea has to appeal to you, right?”

“Yes. Yes, it does. When I’m done with my classes and have had a job for a while,” Y/N insisted with a hesitant sound. “Trust me Negan, I want to have a huge family with you. You’re a great father, so having more children sounds great…just better for when I’m older.”

“Yeah, we’ll see,” Negan grumbled and she nudged him with her elbow. “What?”

“I’m serious Negan, I need to at least finish school,” she grunted and Negan shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t you ever need sleep too?”

“The idea of having beautiful babies and getting no sleep is something I eagerly look forward to,” Negan nodded toward their daughter, his smile expanding over his handsome features. “Totally worth it.”

“Well, yeah. When you put it like that, they are worth all of it,” she confessed knowing that Negan was right. Things had been hard, but she wouldn’t give up a second of being with them. She loved her family and it made life feel worth it.

“So, don’t blame me if I want more,” Negan snickered leaning across to press a teasing kiss against her cheek, “my family just makes me happy.”

“You make me happy,” she hummed in approval, turning her face just enough to meet him in a quick kiss.

“Daddy!” Charlie exclaimed when the song changed and she looked over her shoulder at him. Her eyes were big with excitement and she turned to him, reaching her arms out toward him.

“What’s up baby girl?” Negan saw her bobbing her head to the music and Negan snickered.

“Dance,” Charlie requested and Y/N knew that Negan would dance with Y/N every morning. It was something that he had started from the moment she was a born and it always seemed to put her at ease when she was little, but now that she had grown a bit, it seemed to be one of her favorite things to do with Negan. “Please.”

“You wanna dance?” Negan blurted out and Charlie excitedly nodded. While Y/N wasn’t sure that Negan would want to do that considering he was at work, she realized she was wrong in doubting him when he swiftly got up from the seat and picked Charlie up in his arms. They twisted and turned while dancing together and Charlie’s laughter was like music to her ears while Negan did what she requested. “If my baby girl wants to dance…daddy will always find time to dance for her.”

After the song was over, Negan swung Charlie in his arms before playfully handing her over to Y/N, “Daddy has to go do some work sweetheart. I love you.”

“We stay?” Charlie looked back at Y/N confirming that she could watch Negan with the team.

“If that’s okay with daddy,” Y/N could see how happy Negan was at the idea of his daughter still wanting to be there with him.

“Of course it’s fine if you are alright with it mama,” Negan held his hand in the air and Y/N got comfortable in her seat with Charlie after nodding. Of course, if Charlie wanted to stay and watch Negan with the team, she was going to let her. “I’ll be back in a few girls.”

It was cute how Charlie stood behind the gate watching Negan working with the boys on the team. Often Charlie would get excited and point to Negan making Y/N giggle with her reaction to seeing her daddy doing his job.

Between watching Negan and dancing to certain songs that she liked, Charlie seemed to be having one heck of a good time there. Originally, they were going to leave when Y/N picked her up, but it was clear that Charlie liked where they were right then and there.

When practice was over, they had headed home and made a dinner together as a family. They were very open with always teaching and showing Charlie things. They were doing their best to make her aware of most things and they were already so happy with the things that she knew.

After dinner, they were all sitting together on the couch watching a comedic film. Bear was sleeping on Negan’s hip while Charlie was curled up against Negan sleeping. Honey was laying in Y/N’s lap and it was always like this. Everyone always liked to cuddle and be together which was something Y/N would definitely not complain about. It was very sweet and she loved how close they were.

The sound of the doorbell ringing was heard and Charlie let out an excited breath when she shifted awake in Negan’s arms. A tired yawn fell from Charlie’s mouth as she stretched out and pointed toward the door.

“Asher!” she called out and quickly wiggled herself off the couch toward the door. A worried Honey hopped off Y/N and followed Charlie into the foyer. Y/N and Negan were quick to follow and Negan rapidly picked Charlie up in his arms. “It’s Asher.”

Opening the door, Y/N saw Asher and Sherry at the door. Immediately upon seeing Charlie, a smile spread over Asher’s face and he swiftly moved into the home reaching for her from Negan. Carefully, Negan handed Charlie to Asher and watched as Charlie cuddled in against Asher.

“I miss you,” Charlie squeaked holding tightly to her big brother. It made Y/N immediately swoon over how fast and easily Asher was able to take to Charlie after she was born. They were the best of friends and it was moments like this that proved that.

“How was dinner?” Negan looked back over his shoulder Sherry noticing that she was still standing in the doorway just outside watching them. “You have a good time?”

“Yeah, I mean…I think so?” Sherry looked beyond Negan toward Asher who gave a small nod. “What do you think bud?”

“It was nice,” Asher answered, carefully setting Charlie down on the floor while reaching for her hand. “Can I show Charlie one of the drawings I made for her while I was in school today?”

“Of course you can buddy. Just go to the table. We’re going to have some ice-cream. I got some of your favorite today,” Negan gave a wink and looked back to Shery while she stood awkwardly at the door. “I’m glad to see you’re coming around more often to see him Sherry.”

“Well, I’m glad to see him. He’s turning out to be quite the little man,” Sherry answered folding her arms out in front of her chest.

“Sherry, do you want to join us for ice-cream?” Y/N offered behind Negan and it made Negan look back over his shoulder at Y/N with a surprised expression. “There is plenty for you to do that.”

“I couldn’t impose,” Sherry denied the offer and Negan let out a hesitant breath before shrugging his shoulders.

“Come on,” Negan waved her into the home and she reluctantly followed them into the home while heading toward the kitchen.

After Negan had pulled the stunt he did over two years ago with Asher, it was surprising how smoothly things had gone with Asher and Sherry. Y/N didn’t question it, but Negan did in fact know certain people that made certain results disappear and he did know the kind of lawyers he talked about to Sherry. While Negan was lying and she knew that, no one else did. It was something that no one would ever be able to know because it was something that Negan and Y/N agreed to never talk of again. Asher was Negan’s son, no matter what they both knew to be true.

There was only one point when they had become worried. Even though Negan had come into a positive test that Y/N knew was manufactured, Dwight was still convinced that he was Asher’s father. Somehow, he had convinced Sherry to do a DNA test with his own DNA and Sherry had done it. When Sherry had told Negan about Asher, she was convinced that Negan or Dwight was Asher’s father. Obviously, Negan was going to do whatever he had to in order to make sure he kept Asher, but surprisingly enough…Dwight had gotten the test back and it was negative. It was something that Negan didn’t even have to change because it was legit. So, while Y/N and Negan both knew that neither Dwight nor Negan was truly Asher’s real father, they kept it to themselves. When Dwight found out that he wasn’t the father, he just came to terms with fact Negan was clearly Asher’s father which made everything easier.

At first, Sherry had a hard time coming to the terms that Negan had set for her to get partial custody of Asher. Eventually, she was able to get her shit together without having Asher in her life and became desperate to see her son every so often.

“How’s work Sherry?” Negan spoke up when he headed for the freezer to pull out the ice-cream that Asher liked. “I know you were subbing at the high school out here.”

“Yeah, they gave me a full-time position. Hopefully I can keep it up because I…I honestly like it,” Sherry informed them, her face flushing over when she talked about it. It seemed like she felt a little bummed about it and Y/N reached out to squeeze over her shoulder.

“Well that’s good to hear. I know that Asher sure is happy that you are out here now,” Y/N urged Sherry on knowing that Asher truly was happy to know that his mother was attempting to do better for him. After two years, it was about time and Y/N wasn’t about to discourage her. They wanted Asher to have a relationship with his mother while still having him know his permanent home was with them. “I know he likes these dinners that you guys do.”

“Yeah?” Sherry confirmed and Negan nodded his head while popping open the lid of the ice-cream. “Me too. I like getting to see him. With that school he has learned so much.”

“He’s a smart boy,” Negan responded grabbing bowls for everyone that was there. The sounds of laughter filled the room and they looked to see Charlie with Asher drawing together. Both of them seemed to be beyond amused with whatever they were doing, but it was cute. “Though, I think he’s going to be an artist. Since I’ve given him that art kit, he hasn’t been able to stop drawing.”

“I never knew he liked to draw until recently,” Sherry confessed and nervously moved across the kitchen when they headed for the table with the ice-cream bowls. While they shared dessert with Asher’s mother, Asher talked to her about school and it was nice to at least see them interacting in a calm manner.

“You’re a sweetheart, you know that?” Negan leaned across to whisper in Y/N’s ear. He was sitting in the seat beside her with Charlie in his lap while the two of them shared his ice-cream. Y/N knew he was talking about the offer she made to Sherry, but she wanted Asher to believe he was loved. The more…the merrier, right?

“Here…” Charlie turned in Negan’s lap and reached for the bowl that Negan had. Scooping some of the ice-cream out, she began to feed Negan making Y/N smile. It was cute the bond both Charlie and Negan had. “Mama…here.”

“Mama has her own baby,” Negan snickered while Charlie raised a spoon out for Y/N to take a bite. “I guess we’re all sharing.”

After dessert Sherry had said her goodbyes to Asher and they went back to having a family movie night all together. Charlie was cuddled between them and Asher was laying against Y/N while they were on the couch. With their time together, Y/N had viewed Asher as her son. There was no doubt that she loved this boy as much as any mother could. Charlie and Asher were both her children. So, there was an incredible bond between the both of them as well. When Negan was working, they would always work on art projects together and Asher had become just as close to her as he had done Negan.

When both children had fallen asleep, they had made the decision to get them ready for bed, but when they got upstairs Asher suggested they all sleep together in Negan and Y/N’s bed. Once the idea was out there, Charlie was excited at the idea of it. With both of them desperately wanting it, Negan and Y/N couldn’t tell them no. So, they all got ready for bed.

“Hey ma,” Y/N heard Asher call out when she looked from where she was sitting on the bed with Charlie to see Asher standing beside Negan at the sink. Both of them were brushing their teeth together so Asher was talking with a mouthful. “Do you think I’ll be as tall as dad someday?”

“You’re already super tall dude,” she smirked feeling Charlie leaning further back into her chest while Charlie looked through the book that Y/N had in her hands. “I think you’ll be taller than him.”

“Yeah?” Asher lifted his head to watch Negan continue to brush his teeth and he let out an excited breath. “She thinks I’m going to be taller than you.”

“Even if you are, you’re always going to be my little man,” Negan muttered with a half laugh after he spit out what was in his mouth. “You know that.”

It was cute because Asher did a lot to try and act like Negan. He dressed like him and attempted to have the same mannerisms that Negan did. He started to do it so much that it was starting to become a second nature to him and Y/N found it cute.

“Charlie and I call dibs on the middle,” Asher hopped into the bed making Charlie bounce when he did it and made her giggle. “Do you want to sleep by mom or dad?”

“Uh…” Charlie saw Negan moving over to the bed and she made an expression that showed she was thinking hard about it when Negan laid down on his side of the bed. “Mama.”

Charlie crawled into Y/N’s arms while all of them got comfortable in their bed together and she could hear Negan cracking a joke with Asher while he held him in his arms.

“Hey guys?” Asher spoke up while Charlie reached for his hand to hold while they got comfortable. “I love you and I’m so lucky to have you as my family.”

“Love you too,” Charlie responded before Negan and Y/N could making them immediately smile. “Best big brother.”

“Can she be any cuter?” Asher blurt out making both of them laugh at Asher’s response. Leaning across the bed, Asher pressed a kiss over his little sister’s forehead and sighed.

“We love you too bud,” Negan stretched his hand across both Asher and Charlie to reach for Y/N’s hand. “We’re so incredibly lucky to have the both of you.”

Looking back on how things started, it was amazing that this was what life had become. A life full of happiness. One where every day was spent being a family and loving each other. This was the family that Y/N had always dreamt of, but never thought it was obtainable. Negan, Asher and Charlie were everything to her and she couldn’t imagine having life without them. Everything she had ever wanted was right here in her arms and she felt incredibly blessed to have it all.

“I love all of you so much,” Y/N squeezed her fingers around Negan’s finding the support and warmth she knew she would always have with him. “You’ll never know how much all of you mean to me. I love you with all my heart and I always will.”

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oh-for-fic-sake · 4 years ago

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Pooh Bear

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Kal has a crush on his new babysitter and after watching her closely Henry has to now all he has to do is ask her out...Simple right?

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, Slight Angst

Request: That’s so great! I was thinking maybe one where introvert chubby reader looks after Kal on set, when Henry’s filming. She and Kal become great friends, are always together, they cuddle, play, and nap together, etc. Henry might’ve secretly snapped a few pics of them. He’s happy that there’s someone else taking good care of his bestie. Kal loves Henry but misses the reader when they’re back home. When they return to set, he expects her to be there for Kal but turns out she’s not working out there anymore. They thought her to be redundant and too much of a loner. This affects her because she always feels more happy around animals as she always wanted a dog but never really could afford it. Sorry for the stupidly long request…

A/N: okay I did switch things up a little but i hope you still like it! And just so people know in england (or at least the south) 'A Salt' is another ways of saying someone is fit...basically saying he is a tasty looking man that you'd lick. And a 'nonce' is another term for idiot. Taglist: @being-worthy @two-unbeatable-beaters @thatgirly81 @angelofthorrr @iloveyouyen @sofiebstar @thefangirlsblog @thatdamncutegirl

You smiled as your charge ran around happily with the kong toy pouncing and shaking his head the rubber dome slipped from his mouth and bounced unpredictably across the floor. It was a kong original that was a rubber 'bee hive' shape hollow and stuffed full of one of those ham and cheese sandwich paste. He seemed to love it as he darted around happily pinning it every now and then trying to fish out the treat. You loved this job! It was incredible you literally got paid to snuggle walk play and snuggle with the sweetest dog you have ever met in your life...His owner wasn't to bad either...well now at least. You sighed crossing your ankles and fanned yourself at the thought of the bears dad...A bear of a man himself, or wolf should you say. Was stunning he was a salt... Definitely a salt. You watched again as Kal frantically chased the kong as it rolled out of his paws. You were the proud baby sitter of Kal Cavill probably the sweetest Akita anyone would ever find. Currently on set watching the pup bounce about trying to paw at the pesky kong flipping and rolling away threw the scatty motions. "Wow Kal-ee-bear that's some shit paw eye coordination baby boy..." you giggled as he snorted still patting at the rubber and moved laying down against your legs stuffing his snout at the wide opening still trying to devour the snack of cheese spread. you tried giving him snack enrichment each day to calm him down before delivering him back to his dad. "Oh I'm sooo sorry your majesty~" you jumped as Henry came up behind you. "And what has his royal highness up to today I wonder?" He crossed his arms across his chest. you flushed flinching and clamming up at him as he stood to the side of you both with a grin. You waved to Kal who was gruffing at the kong growing more irritated when he had to work for his treat. "He er.. Is huffy over the kong....He couldn’t catch it and now he has, he has to work for his cheese" Henry laughed out loud at that plopping down beside you. You flushed, you admit at first things had been rocky between you and Henry. But now he seemed to hover a lot more he wont just come and whisk Kal away at the end of his scenes he'd stay and try to chat...He for some reason wanted to get to know you. You'd been confused unsure what to make of the hunk trying to get to know you. You’d been frightened and withdrawn but he didn’t give up he spent a lot of time just sitting with you talking about his day. He didn't seem to mind you were quiet in fact he seemed to like having someone to listen to him. You sighed wistfully realizing you'd let your shyness let this chance pass you by. You'd had so many chances to talk to him properly to admit your feelings to him but you hadn't your shy personality pulled you back. Today was your final day here sitting with Kal and you were devastated you'd come to have feelings for the big bear...and his owner more then you should have...More than you cared to admit. It was silly but you'd harbored a crush on the man and for a few months and had been debating on how to show but it was hard for someone like you...To introverted for your own good...Not that you'd ever be able to open up much to people. Animals on the other hand were completely different ,you preferred animals to people and you think Henry could tell but he was stubborn ,but then he had been stubborn since day one.

When you'd first met he was worried you didn't have the strength to look after or control such a big dog...Kal was small for an Akita but he was by no means weak, he has had Henry over a few times in the past which is not to be laughed at. You remembered it well the first time he saw you he'd be the first to admit he was a bit of an ass...Well he was a complete asshole to be honest. Your mind wandered to your first ever conversation with the man.

"So did you realize he's an Akita? He needs a lot of exercise and attention...I need someone who can keep up with him and handle him when in a boisterous mood...not someone he can run rings around and overpower" you squinted at him and grunted he seemed put out and very full of himself; something he’d later regret. You'd took a deep breath and smiled trying your best not to snap or cower...His scowl was intimidating. "Yes I do...Look if I can help calm down a scared shire and pull it to a halt, and hold still a bull by its horns for tagging I think I can handle a little Akita" he had grunted at you in disbelief crossing his arms and scoffed at you. "Oh really? You did all that?" You growled at him getting a bee in your bonnet his attitude was getting right up your nose now you didn't want to anger him but at the same time you needed this job it'd pay for your van and get you up and running. "I was training to be a country vet so yes I did all that anything else Mr Cavill? A resume? Certificates I have them with me..I even know canine cpr and how to remove ticks if you wanted to Know that to" he huffed and turned to the others present.

"Fine she will do but one incident and she's not watching him that’s final I don't let just anyone look after him" you smiled confidently but inside you were bricking it hoping you didn't come across as a nasty person you wasn't...You were just in a tricky spot and you needed money...You loved dogs they were going to be your new career so this was a perfect fit for you...No customers or people just you babysitting a big ass fluffy bear. That had been the only time you'd really clapped back at him and you were proud it was rare for you to stand up for yourself.

He'd gotten copies of all your documents you'd shown to prove you were capable...when he said he wouldn't trust just anyone with his four legged son, he meant it and you understood. You'd be the same with you own puppy, as much as you wanted one of your own finances were tight and once your business was open you wouldn't have much time spare for a pup of your own. Some of the others had rolled their eyes when they saw Henry hovering like a mother hen over you and Kal for the first week. They had complained to one another expressing that Kal was just a dog he would be fine. They just didn't understand. But as it turns out you had somehow passed his requirements and he had backed off trusting you to look after his son. You gathered that he checked you out fully and realized you had done all that you said, pulled out of veterinary school deciding the larger animals wasn't for you and were now focusing on grooming. And he had but that wasn't the whole reason he had been spying on you and Kal even when you didn't realize it.

It had started when he came to apologize. You'd never know but he felt like a dick and had come to apologize for his attitude but instead found himself floored watching from a short distance you were cuddling Kal smoothing his fur raking your fingers through it giggling and kissing him every so often pulling clumps of shedding fur out of him. "Oh my! baby boy look at all this? you'll be a stone lighter once all this is out talk about a crash diet....Wish I could drop a few dress sizes just by brushing my hair" that comment had hit Henry's chest with a dull cold thud. You were beautiful why would you say that about yourself? sure you were thicker...but thicker was better in his opinion he loved curves the idea of luscious soft curves filling his palms mad him swoon! He watched as you giggled wrestling Kal to his other side before repeating. He was surprised at how much he liked watching you play with him it was nice seeing Kal so relaxed and coddled. Henry sometimes felt guilty bringing Kal on set he couldn't give him much attention when he was working so that was where dog sitters come in someone o watch him and keep Kal occupied when Henry was working. "You'll feel so much better after this...I will bring my brushes out tomorrow and give you a good tidy up! you must be so hot love..." Henry laughed as the calm didn't last long at the word brush Kal got up excitedly pouncing and licking your face. You giggled loudly as he pushed you back standing over you yipping but you didn't throw him off instead wrapping your arms around him and rolled taking the Akita clean of his feet pinning the large dog to the floor and attacking him with tummy scratches and raspberries. Henry's heart melted it was nice to see someone playing with him properly no holds bar! rough housing with an Akita was no mean feet but you managed. It was then he leaned back watching you a small smile on his lips you took your job seriously and Henry was seeing a different side to you. He had definitely misjudged you he felt even more of an asshole now.

The final hurdle you jumped was when he saw Kal mouthing at your forearm playfully keeping the arm snug between his jaws and pulling trying to tug you back down as you tried to get up. Henry panicked heart stopping for a second as you hissed a little, people can perceive mouthing as biting. Before Henry could even think he moved a few steps forward readying to charge down and explain the behavior and pray you didn't take the incident further. But before he could take another step you had taken care of it and you didn't freak out like others would have in the jaws of a large dog. You simply calmed the situation down nicely and carefully with ear rubs making Kal release you and tilt his head trying to make you rub harder onto the ear. "You got such a big mouth Kal my love! mouthing like that huh? Just one overgrown puppy~" you finished by laughing and settling down onto the ground with him.Then pulled Kal to face you kissing his snout making him go all soppy again. Henry watched dumbstruck as you peeled back his lip and shook your head. "Lets had a look at your nashers...Oh? Whats this Pooh bear? look at those teeth! And they call your daddy a wolf huh? And your not brushing them are you my little fluff ball? hmm? well we will start that tomorrow~ oh yesh we will!...You like the sound of that huh? brush these pearly whites and make your breath smell all fresh! all it'll cost you is more kisses!! yesh it will baby boy! good bear such a good pooh bear!" Henry smoothed back the wig he was wearing heaving a deep sigh relaxing with a chuckle. Yeah that hadn't put you off at all now his dog had a fucking dentist to. Henry took a moment to calm down as he realized you'd known what you were doing. The fear for all dog owners was someone saying they were bit! but in that moment he was reassured you knew a lot more about dogs then your papers said ,you handled it very well. Kal had a habit of mouthing he always had since a puppy, sometimes he even falls asleep with one of Henry's hands in his mouth just holding it sometimes suckling like a tiny pup again...It was rare now but it happened almost using his hand or fingers like a like a toddler with a soother. But when he was excited he would mouth a little harder it was pack behavior but to anyone who didn't know they called it a bite. Kal seemed to like you and you handled him beautifully.

After that Henry had meant to back off but...He couldn't seeing how you'd got Kal wrapped around your little finger had intrigued him...He was a strong believer in dogs having that sixth sense for people they could sniff out the bad ones. Kal had fallen head over paws for you and each morning got in a little tizzy waiting for you to come pick him up prancing at the door as you got closer. Henry loved how much pride you took in looking after kal and how far you went you'd all but adopted the bear. Fuck you were only supposed to walk him and play with him a few hours a day but you groomed him, brushed his fur and teeth daily even clipped his claws and filed them you pampered the dog with massages after his runs new toys and enrichment treats then had long ass naps wrapped around him. You were a nanny, packmate, cook, dentist stylist, nail technician massuse and all round mother to Kal and the bear loved it lapping up the attention and what Henry believed to be genuine love.

He still watched but now for a different reason he wasn't worried about kal...He watched you, it had only taken him three weeks to become completely besotted with you he wanted to spend as much time with you as he could. He loved everything about you, the way your laugh made kal go crazy and lather you with kisses how you'd roll around with him no qualms about getting dusty and smothered with fur and the way you played and snuggled kal like he was your own pup kissing him and giving him the love he needed. If he was honest he adored the way you'd gone about it. Most dog sitters just sat on their phones with kal on the lead beside them and walked him when once a day. You mothered him and spoiled him rotten. And Henry loved and loathed it...Why were you so comfortable with kal and not him? Sire hed been an ass at the start but you were all past that now...Henry wanted some of you attention now but you withdrew when he was there. It was maddening.

It was a week after he had seen you deal with Kals mouthing that you'd approached him he almost expected the worse thinking you were going to quit saying kal was to much but instead you'd asked if kal was allergic to anything. Henry to be honest was stumped, he'd never though of kal having allergies. He was concerned and began running all the worst scenarios in his head of what you'd noticed or what had happened. But you had shyly calmed him down saying you wanted to get Kal some treats and chews but didn't want to cause any medical issues. Henry can honestly say his heart had swelled at that. Henry in that moment had developed a full blown crush on you. He was floored that you'd take his bears welfare so seriously that you'd asked permission to give him treats. He had stuttered out that you could give him what ever that he didn't have any allergies and you'd grinned wide then began gushing over these strange yak milk chews you wanted to get him and a deer antler? Henry just smiled laughing as you forgot who and where you was getting yourself excited.

"Oh my god this is gonna be fun! I've never been able to get this stuff I don't have a dog but now with kal I can spoil him rotten thank you Henry!" And with that said nearly every day his boy came home with a new toy or treat. Henry found it cute especially when you'd given him a little yellow squeaky teddy, Henry didn't think it would last two mineuts normally kal ripped soft teddies to shreds but this one...For some reason wasn't chewed ever not even the eyes ,sure Kal would bite it on the squeaker normally early in the mornings to wake Henry up but it was a teddy he just carried around with him and slept on. He couldn't sleep with out it tucked under his chin!

As time went on you found yourself having small awkward conversations with Henry he seemed to just want you to open up, to talk to him and get along. You wanted to but it was hard for you he was this huge hot alpha witcher male and you were a small dumpy thing. You didn't want to get attached to him, didn't want your crush to get out of hand when you knew there was no chance...He'd never go for someone like you slowly your thought began getting darker and more upsetting luckily they disappeared when kal nudged you almost knocking you over as you retied your laces he was waiting for you to hurry up it was time for his daily walk/run. You soon found yourself jog running along the trail with kal as he created wanting to go faster you panted and grunted at him waving your arms around as he pulled nearly having you off your feet. "Kal! I can't go faster!!! I'm fat haven't you noticed?! fucking lard asses can't got faster we have like three gears!" he barked at you as if to argue you scoffed. "Yes I know your daddy goes faster but I cant!" again he barked and yipped at you eager to go sprinting "No! absolutely not! I'm not letting you off again...Remember the squirrel? You promised to come back young man! and you lied I nearly had a fucking heart attack!" he yipped again tapping the floor prancing a typical kal tantrum brewing. "Nu uh! you did this if you'd behaved and not ran off like a race horse then you'd be let off and be frolicking in the woods like a pooh bear! But no you were a nonce!" he stamped again and moved capturing the lead in his mouth and pulled starting a game of tug making you swear and quickly hold it with two hands and lean back as he started bouncing back growling playfully. "Kal you little shit stop! no no don't-KAL?!" you growled and dug your heels in pulling back as he growled now wagging his tail at the new game of tug. "Kal Cavill you stop being a little brat this instant! I mean it or no peanut butter!...Yes that got you attention didn't it?....Good boy, right now thanks to you little paddy we are going back now see? You play up and we go home....Just you wait until I tell your daddy how spoiled your acting." he whined and flopped down you dropped your jaw at him scratching your head. "Wait what? kal no stop it-really? your really are a sulky little shit sometimes pooh bear....Kal come on up" you moved pulling the lead but he didn't budge you cried out in frustration. Kal just smiled panting at you making you laugh despite your annoyance. "How can I not move you?! putting my weight in it you should at least budge! I how're you doing this?...." you moved and sat beside him and curled over him trying to pick him up but nope he was not going anywhere. you sighed and sat next to him out of breath. "Kal come on mate! cut me some slack...I'm not fit like your daddy and if you wont listen to your recall then I can't let you off..." you moved a hand digging your fingers int the fur massaging him then leaned down kissing his snout he moved sitting up seeing you were upset. "You know I wish I was...Fitter then maybe he'd look at me or-or I'd have the confidence to talk to him back but..Yeah men like him don't like us plus sizes...Oh don't look at me like that kal there's no hiding the fact I'm a fucking chunk!...No matter how much I like him it'd never happen..." you stood up and kal followed licking at your fingers by your side you smiled patting his head. "Lets get back...And I lied you can have your peanut butter I'm sorry I said you couldn't it was mean...But only if you keep that little crush thing quiet okay? Good boy!, you keep that secret for me bubby" he jumped up happily you had no doubt this dog understood every single word you said to him.

Henry had made it his mission to get one date by the end of filming...If only he wasn't this shy every time he tried you'd flush blinking up at him and he'd freeze forgetting his previous thoughts and just star mind going blank. And like a coward he'd stutter out a thank you for seeing to kal and run off tail between his legs. One time; the seventh time...But he wasn't counting, he came over psyching himself up. 'Just one date just say hey your good with kal and I think your really cute and want to take you out...Or just a basic lets have dinner' he nodded to himself and smiled fisting his hands by his side and took a few deep breaths steeling himself as he made his way to a small shaded area just off set and frowned...What was? was Kal laying on you?....He was! Henry snuck up behind you hearing the bear snort in his sleep and slowly stretch out one front leg across you before sighing loudly and relaxing again. You were laying flat on your back in the grass. from what Henry could tell Kal at one point had been next to you but had rolled over in his sleep tummy flat against your side head laying heavy on your soft tummy one paw stretched out over your waist, his back legs straddling your hip from the side. Your hand was tucked in his mouth you were both sound asleep. Kal was hugging you and Henry couldn't help feeling a little jealous he wanted to do that...He wanted to hug you...He was being out done by his own dog...Henry smiled and took in the sight. He wanted to see this more often he really needed to ask you out ...He needed to get his ass in gear time was ticking. He moved quickly looking left and right before subtly snapping a few shots you'd be none the wiser to him having a new background on his phone. He quickly tucked his phone away and sat beside you leaning back on his hands and just admired the sight drawing his eyes over your form and flushed a bright red noting your top had rose resting just below your bust... kal had somehow nudged it up, Henry had to chuckle at the thought his pup was really putting the moves on you. If only Henry could be that brave. You moved groaning blinking you were hot...So hot what the fuck? had you fell asleep? Shit. You frowned feeling a weight on your tummy you flexed your fingers they were? What the fuck why are they warm....And wet your stomach was damp to....Eww!? What the hell- your being fucking finger sucked!?! confused you gasped and jolted tipping your head up. Fully alert and blinked a few times looking around then focused looking down and giggled. Kal was dead asleep passed out on your tummy somehow he had sucked your hand into his mouth and was trying to suckle on it like a tiny puppy. You smiled and sighed relieved that it was just a silly pooh bear and not some scary ass fuck tard moving your other hand up to stroke the sleeping pups head giggling when he twitched and snorted like a piggy and kicked a back leg out. "Oh my god that's so cute~" you jumped hearing a deep chuckle beside you and saw Henry sitting watching. Instantly you froze unsure what to do or say flushing and gulping trying to remain calm, sensing your discomfort he smiled kindly then nodded to kal. "Done it since he was a pup...Like a proper baby only ever done it with me before though think you may have become his new favorite human~" you flushed lightly and tried wriggling out from under Kal but stopped when he groaned and clamped down on the fingers in his mouth. You chuckled you were not moving anytime soon bot with out upsetting the bear, you shrugged to Henry who laughed quietly again shaking his head.

"I'm afraid you are now trapped here with me until the bear decides to let go~" you blinked flushing even more as his gaze bore into you. You looked back wanting to at least sit up a bit Henry was quick to intervene and shuffled closer sitting side on crossed legged and slipped the elevated knee below our head you flushed when he cleared his throat and his cheeks became pink.

"I...Err your-Its my dogs fault and I..." you blinked slowly and lowered your head to rest on the knee your. He smirked at you feeling proud f himself being able to pull this off somehow.

"I-I Henry if I get to heavy just say...Don't want to give you a dead leg or something...." he frowned a dark look his eyes going dark making you quiver slightly your insecurity rearing its ugly head a small voice telling you your crushing him. He placed a hand to your shoulder. "Your not heavy Honestly I don't even feel you there...It'd take around six of you before I'd even feel anything!" You flushed brightly but said nothing, he must just be saying that he was polite...To polite to tell you your fat. After a few minuets of silence and Henry berating himself he cleared his throat and motioned to Kal still snoring away, his voice lowering making your insides quiver. "Stolen my own pup I knew you'd be trouble~" you swallowed and smiled shyly up at him shaking your head at him with an impish grin. "N-no...He just likes me I think....He is a good boy you should be really proud of him the best boy I have ever looked after" Henry nodded thanking you then looked down at Kal still happily snoring. "And you the best babysitter he has had~ hands down I'm really impressed...I was wrong I never did apologize for being such an asshole when we met" You were all about loosing your mind trapped here under kal ,who would throw a fit if you moved him. "No no..I understand he is your special boy and a energetic little man I can understand the concern someone large and unfit showing up" he grunted and frowned moving the hair from your face making you squeak.

"Stop that! Your a beautiful full figured woman there's nothing wrong with that!.... and for the record it wasn't that at all that made me worry...Your small and I was afraid Kal would have you over and break a bone or something...Kal has he me over many times in the past....Either way I was wrong my worry is no excuse to be rude and I'm sorry" You flushed as Henry slowly eyed your form as he spoke, his blues glittering with something you'd never seen directed at you before but it was gone before you could decipher it. He watched unblinkingly at you finally you smiled and nodded to him breathing out a quick thank you, he grinned and moved a hand stroking kal patting his side softly. "But as for this boy goes I think he more then likes you...He has taken a shine to you...Think he has a crush~ not that I blame him as I said your a very lovely woman" you blinked smiling wider and somehow going a brighter red managed to slip your hand out of the bears jaws and wiped it on your tshirt using the moment to tug it back down. "You-you don't mean that I'm...Just ...Yeah" Henry frowned at you not liking the tone you used to speak about yourself. He went to argue further but grunted a little annoyed as Kal choose that moment to stir making you look away. You watched thankful for the bear giggling softly as the dog moved up off you stretching and yawning then blinked at his dad as if you say 'what?' you moved and kissed his head softly "Come on sleeping beauty time to go home I'm sure you can nap with your daddy when you get back" Henry chuckled as Kal huffed getting up and standing beside him. Henry wanted to linger, to ask you out to do something but any courage he had was gone the moment he had you laid in his lap...It was like a kid wanting something for so long and once he had it he didn't know what to do with it. He moved standing and held out his hand to help you up you froze and gulped smiling nervously, as strong as he might be you'd have him over and it'd embarrass you to much. Last thing you wanted your crush to know is just how fucking heavy you were. But the man didn't give you much choice as he snatched your hand dragging you up and you were amazed he didn't even lean back or grunt nothing! just pulled you straight up off the floor like it was nothing and you swooned. Henry kicked himself for days over not correcting you. You were amazing and kind and funny and he'd do anything to go out on a date with you....Apart from over come his own bashfulness that is. he wanted to show you how pretty you were to him how much he'd grown to care for you just from watching you with kal but he chickened out yet again.

You smiled moving forward to Kal already getting tearful snuggling him tightly saying your good bye running your nose through his fur Henry's heart clenched when he saw you getting upset he just wanted to wrap you up in his arms and hug you tell you how he felt but no...It wasn't fair to spring his crush on you on the last day...He should have told you sooner, swept you off your feet taken you out wined and dined you. But he hadn't and now he had to say good bye without even giving it a try, the only constellation was that he'd ask for you back next season. He watched sorrowfully at your tears Kal licked them away and you kissed his snout. "Now you listen to me pooh bear you behave..you hear me you be a good boy for you daddy and stop chewing them claws! you have a lovely set of claws and your going to ruin them and get stinky breath if you carry on!" you quickly stood up and Henry pulled you in for a quick hug. "I-er...I'm...Th-thank you for being so good with him he hasn't been this taken care off well ever I don't think!" you smiled wiping at your eye going red your heart was crumbling as you took your last few moments with him. You’d failed to keep your feelings at bay and now you were going to pay dearly for it. "No-your to kind....You do a brilliant job...I-it was fun good luck with the press tour" the conversation came to a screeching halt as you both debated telling one another but in the end you didn't each to scared. You’d turned and left tears trailing down your face once out of sight you held your head in your hands and had a good old cry. You felt ridiculous miserable and very very sorry for yourself. But whats done is done...Or not done shall we say you left shortly after needing to be at home there was a litre tub of vanilla ice cream calling your name.

It wasn't until Henry got home he let it sink in he wasn't going to see you anymore. He broke down cursing and kicking out in a very uncharacteristic manner 'you were such a fucking coward! you should have told her'....He should have grown a back bone and asked you out but no...He held himself back yet again! over the next months he had stewed regrets piling, he replayed all the times he could of just asked you out, all the times when he had to admit his feelings the list got longer each day. He missed you Kal missed you...The teddy you bought him was with him each time he slept no matter where Kal would wander off getting the teddy and used it as a pillow.

He'd sometimes just sit in his bed with it blinking at Henry, Kal wanted to know where you were he wanted to see you again. Sometimes he would bring it up to him and drop it nudging the stuffed bear to Henry with a sad look whining pitifully like 'wheres mama?' that is what Henry had ended up calling you...In a short few months you'd more of less become Kal's mother. You dotted on him and he you....It was Henry who fucked up! and boy did he feel guilty seeing Kal so upset he had even tried hiding the teddy a few times wanting his cheerful bear back but no that had been a big mistake Henry had left the room for a few moments and came back to a hell of a mess Kal ripping the place up looking for the toy almost panic. Henry had to give it back and since then hadn't got within three feet of it Kal guarded it with his life. Henry sighed he was angry at himself if he'd opened his mouth then you'd be here visiting at least! He could of tried could of build something with you but no Henry had been a coward. and he would not be making that same mistake again! luckily filming was starting again next week so he would see you again! he'd been telling Kal that they were going to see you both again it was nice seeing Kal get all excited he had been depressed.

And that was why is was all the more heartbreaking when he got on set and you wasn't there. Henry was pissed, he had been gearing up getting himself ready to see you again but you wasn't here...Everyone he asked said they hadn't seen you then it finally came out that no one was hired for Kal this time. You were a victim of your own success, Kal had been so good last time that it was decided the money could be spent elsewhere. It broke his heart he wanted so desperately to see you to finally ask you out for Kal to cheer up they were both love struck and both heart broken and depressed. After a week Henry had finally stopped pushing to find you resigning himself to the fact he wasn't going to get his second chance and he just hopped Kal would snap out of it...He doubted it though Akitas were revered for their loyalty and intelligence Henry wouldn't forget so the likelihood of Kal forgetting was slim. he sat at the table sighing he was down everyone could tell neither Henry or Kal had the spring in their step they once had.

Everyone knew the change in the two was because you hadn't been there Joey, Anya and Freya were at a loss unsure how to make him feel better that is until Freya asked around the local village. She remembered Henry mentioning that you were saving up to be a dog groomer and she said something in passing about an Akita in need of a good brush in the local shop and bingo! The shop owner smiled and gushed over the new mobile groomers, a local lady who had just set up shop. The woman had rushed to the counter getting a business card and little leaflet. Freya wasn't sure how but she just knew it'd be Henry's bou. She was excited thanking the woman before rushing back to set.

Once on set Freya made her way right through it searching for a down trodden Henry. She was determined to help him out...And keep a secret at the same time, she wanted it to be a surprise. Finally she found him sitting at a covered table picking at his food Kal beside him resting his chin on the bench beside him.

"Henry? I have something that might cheer Kal up~" he looked to Freya with a confused look Joey and Anya frowned to noting the sly grin on her face. Henry placed his fork down wiping his hand and took a small purple business card and matching purple leaflet. He scowled reading it. Mama bears puppy spa?. He frowned looking up at Freya who smiled knowingly.

"I found it in the village shop window...Just trust me phone up, you can email to see? and the prices are reasonable...I think get them to come give Kal a quick once over might cheer him up having a little pamper" Henry sighed looking to the scruffy boy he was shedding again so maybe a wash cut and blow dry would help cheer him up...and stop him from waking up with fur in his mouth.

"Thanks...I think I might mobile one I take it?" Freya smirked nodding to him Henry was just to out of it to even

"Gets raving reviews...A local lady I think but seriously just treat him!" he smiled thanking her again deciding he might as well he had noticed Kal chewing his claws again but hadn't got the nail clippers with him and if they were going to come out here might as well get the works done. So that's what he did asked them to come out the next day as he had it off they booked as a last minuet. And that was where he now found himself sitting by the entrance of set waiting for a big purple mobile dog groomers. He was so engrossed in looking out for the van he didn't notice Freya Anya and Joey gathered a few feet behind him watching. Henry sighed petting Kal and wiping off the shedding fur letting it fall to the floor in tufts.

"God Kal you really do need this huh buddy? must be horrible going from silky daily brushed fur to now just once a week" He smiled rubbing Kal’s back dragging his fingers through the fur.

Henry frowned as suddenly Kal lifted his head sniffing then quicker then Henry could react he sprinted off across the makeshift car park Henry jumped up shouting for him but it was to late Kal was off the dog ignored him running around the corner and down the long track. Henry’s heart clenched and his blood ran cold as Kal disappeared out of sight then he heard it large truck skid to a stop Henry screamed Kal’s name tears already streaming fearing the worst as he rounded the corner drawing attention as he sprinted as fast as his legs could carry him and almost collapsed in relief he was okay! Kal was okay he wasn't hit. He was pacing tail going ballistic and jumping whining excitedly yipping and barking loud and frantic scratching at the door barking and creating a huge fuss.

The door opened just as Henry skidded to a stop sliding on his knees in the gravel hugging Kal who wasn't interested in the slightest still trying to jump up at the woman? He looked up trying to see just what had made Kal pee with excitement. Henry froze as a familiar woman stood before him and quickly caught a jumping Kal and fell to the floor with him and Henry as Kal frantically tried to bombard her with kisses. She crouched down and held Kals face still forcing him to look her in the eyes. He couldn't believe what he was seeing until he heard her speak.

"YOU! JUST WHAT SO YOU THINK YOU WERE PLAYING AT!?!" your shout meant nothing to the pup as he was lunging at you wanting his kisses whining beating Henry with his tail stayed behind the bear shaking like a leaf still in shock he petting him he needed to touch him after that scare.

"Henry!? Who was watching him?! I'll fucking kick there ass! fuck I'm so happy I saw him shit... Fuck! heads are gonna roll!" Henry tilted his head looking at you moving a hand to cup your cheek slowly.

"Y/n is-is that really you?" you smiled now calming down nodding to him

"Yeah...Hi Henry...I er-I take it Kal is my client for the day?" Henry nodded still refusing the release kal even though the dog wanted nothing to do with him as far a he was concered his mama was here and he wanted his cuddles.You smiled and stood up dusting yourself off then looked to the truck Kal wriggled out of Henry's grip jumping at you making you laugh ad pet him.

"Hey pooh bear I gotta move the truck first then we can have cuddles okay? Can you go with your daddy for a bit?" Henry stood shaking his head at you.

"No he wont he has missed you something chronic...He has been real depressed" you looked down to the dog and smiled opening the truck door and motioned for hims to climb in.

"Go on then one quick little ride then we can sort you out you little scruff bear...You getting in?" Henry nodded watching wincing as Kal clambered up into the truck then jumped in behind him controlling Kal a little as you drove up and parked off to the side then turned to face the still yipping pup.

"Okay okay bear calm down here you want cuddles?" at your open arms the dog dived at you still wagging his tail how it hadn't snapped off from hitting the hand break you don't know. "So pooh bear is my last minuet appointment? For the whole hog right?" Henry was stumped you...You were different still the same beautiful woman he hadn't stopped thinking about but you were more confident. you were happier and you glowed more if that was possible. Henry was flawed now was his chance...Why wasn't he speaking? why didn't he just say something? you looked at him a little confused. "Are you err...Are you okay Henry?" you asked slightly worried as Kal began to settle now that he had his mama back he placed his heavy head on your shoulder whining quietly in your ear. "I just... He needs a pamper...A professional pamper so... could you?" you smiled quickly nodding then quickly scratched Kals back kissing his cheek making him smile again. "Absolutely! make your boy nice and clean and fluffy and I even have a cute little dicky bow for the sweet boy~ Yesh I do yesh I do my precious little pooh bear! you wanNa look all snazzy for you daddy? you coming in to? Can give you some pointers then you want have to splash out on it" it was then that something snapped in him and he stared at you licking his lips he began talking before he could even decide what to say. "...But what if I err...what if I wanted to splashout...It..Splashout on you?...And you know have you take care of him again...Have you stick around..." you frowned blinking he wanted you around? you'd assumed he had found someone better to look after the bear when you hadn't been called back. "You want me to stick around and look after Kal again?" he nodded blushing and running a hand through his hair he looked at you and swallowed.Fuck it Henry man up! just tell her!. "No! I...I want you to stick around and look after the both of us....Fuck that sounded clingy...W-What I meant is we both missed you...We have-Kal has been depressed...That fucking teddy! the bear you gave him he has been carrying it whining with it...Looking to me sulking he wanted me to find you again...I was such an ass i got him all excited to see you again and then you wasn't here he-we were both upset...A-and I want to see you...like see you" "You want me to...I don't understand...You don't want me to dogsit? Or you want me to dogsit again?" he sighed he was really ballsing this up. He tilted his head at you and moved to stroke Kals back calming himself down it was now or never Henry don’t let her escape again just Take the bull by the horns your meant to be a fucking witcher! superman and you cant even tell her you like her. he closed his eye and spoke with a low firm voice. "I want you here! I missed you and when I got home I was kicking myself....Y/n I have a- I was super excited to see you again but your not here and I...We need you...You were right Kal has a crush on you! A crush?...He's fucking in love with you and he was depressed without you! Missed you so much" you blinked looking from the dog to Henry "Kal...Loves me?" Henry nodded biting his bottom lip he sighed he could do this...He could do this just ask! just tell you. He smiled sweetly smoothing his hand over his face watching at you glanced at him weary. Then held up a hand then let it fall to his thigh. "Well yes very very much and he missed you terribly.... And he wants to spend time with you again and talk...Get to know you better and got out for walks, coffee ,maybe dinner? and I-I'm fucking this up shit..." you blinked gasping quietly l finally catching up with him you smiled shyly before speaking in a small voice. "Are...Are we still talking about Kal Henry?" you held your breath regretting the words as soon as they left your mouth maybe your hopes were to high? Were you reading to much into this?. "No were not I..Please would-If you don't mind..And you don't have to! but I...Would you go out with me?...For Kal! He needs a woman around! he needs his Mama-NO NOT LIKE ERR SHIT FUCK!" you flushed blushing deep as Henry panicked covering his face embarrassed muttering trying to dig himself out of the hole he had dug. You giggled at him and smiled really embarrassed and moved to Kal peeking at him. Then spoke in a clear voice halting Henry's waffling. "Kal?~...Ha-have you been telling your daddy on me?~ you know when I told you I had a crush on him it was supposed to be a secret!" Henry snapped his head up to you blinking as if still taking in the information then a huge grin split across his face. "You have a crush on- fuck yes!" he leaned over to you before you could move he pressed Kals head out of the way and captured your lips you gasped making him smirk and quickly dart into your mouth. Henry smiled tilting his head you moaned l softly as he pressed you further back twisting his head suckling and thrusting back and forth trying to coax your tongue from your mouth. Then it was brought to an abrupt end as Kal lifted his head snout bumping into you chin snapping your jaw shut biting Henry's tongue. You quickly opened your mouth as he hissed and grunted jolting back with a laugh as almost immediately Kal gave him a look thag clearly said 'my mama' then began kissing your cheeks himself. Henry rolled his eyes poking out his tongue touching it with the pad of his finger checking for blood he smiled when there was none then spoke in a deep tone almost scolding to the pup snuggling into your neck hiding fro his dad.

"Kal....Son? You know your gonna have to share your Mama with me...I am your dad.."you chuckled leaning back looking to Henry as Kal continued to hide.

"Soo you..er you want to get lunch? Maybe after I sort out Kal?...He should have a nap after a good bath." Henry grinned wide nodding to you he was over the moon. "I'd love that! Maybe get a rerun of that kiss....Minus the jealous bear" you wriggled your eyebrows at him.

"Nah! Don’t have to wait that long! We can kiss when Kals safely leashed in the bath!" Kal suddenly pulled back wide eyed looking back and froth between you both making Henry laugh.

"Oh yes I forgot the bear doesn't like his baths" you giggled at him.

"Oh well you definitely need to be there with me...for moral support" he smiled wickedly before looking to Kal who was suddenly uncomfortable with the looks he was receiving.

"Kal-e-bear time for a bath~" the dogs ears went down flat against his head as he sensed his parents were indeed going to wrestling him into a bath.

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So like many I am a big fan of the brilliant Witcher AU The Accidental Warlord and His Pack by the incredible @inexplicifics. One of the signs of an excellent writer, besides their ability to weave great stories and enchanting depictions of canon characters, is the creation of OCs that you can’t help but fall in love with and who capture your imagination immediately. In this case, Milena, Livi and now Aleksander- just to name a few.

This is a little idea inspired by Aleksander in Into the Light Out of Darkness. Thank you @inexplicifics - I hope this is ok!

Rating: Gen Warnings: Some light torture and gore (brief), vomiting Summary: “Hello Livi,” he purrs, “hold still now, I need to do this for your protection.”

The torches lining the walls of the dungeon flicker slightly as Aleksander closes the door behind him. He moves towards the stone table in the middle of the room where Livi is restrained, leather straps across her ankles, wrists, torso and neck holding her painfully immobile. Aleksander picks up the dagger lying on stone table and leans over her, looking into her wide eyes.

“Hello Livi,” he purrs, “hold still now, I need to do this for your protection.”

“Please, Sasha,”, Livi pants, struggling against the bonds but barely able to move, “protect me from who?”

“From me,” Aleksander smiles at her and, holding her head firmly with one hand, uses the other to slowly slice her face open, marking a line from her brow, through her eyelid and down her cheek. He drinks in her screams and sobs, stepping back to admire his handiwork.

“Little wolf, please, stop.”

Aleksander turns to the cage behind him. Aiden is pressed against the bars, reaching out to him, emaciated, scarred, bruised and bleeding —

Gasping Aleksander bolts upright in bed, flinging an arm before him as to ward off the images from his dream, his friends tortured by his own hands, the visceral memory of cutting dear Livi’s face, of enjoying it. Bile rises in his throat and he scrambles to get off the bed, feet tangling in the sheets as he falls, retching and vomiting onto the rug.

When it seems there is nothing left to bring up and the heaving finally stops he sits up, drawing a shaking hand across his mouth. Well, that was the end of sleep for the night. Disentangling himself from the sheet he stands up carefully, taking a moment to breathe deeply before fetching an old shirt and, using water from the jug by his bed, cleans up the mess he’d made of the rug as best he can.

He sits on the edge of the bed trying to find calm, but he is overcome by a sense of claustrophobia- suddenly he can’t stand being here a moment longer. It is the work of a moment to throw on a fresh shirt and sleep pants and flee his rooms, heading up to top of the keep.

It is a full moon night, the parapet illuminated before him. Aleksander breathes a sigh of relief and steps to the wall, looking out at Kaer Morhen and the mountains laid out before him, bathed in the moonlight. Still. Peaceful. Safe.

Even though it is the height of summer, Kaer Morhen is always cooler than Aleksander was used to, but now he relishes the chill of the breeze that blows over the battlements and straight through his light clothing. He shivers slightly, trying to breathe more slowly, and pets the rough stone beneath his hands, focusing on what he can see and hear and feel, trying to quiet his mind and push out the memories of his dream.

“Good evening.”

Aleksander startles at the quiet words, turning to see Aiden standing a few feet away, holding a blanket and watching him with a strangely intense look on his face. Aleksander is startled but not surprised by Aiden’s appearance - it seems the handsome cat Witcher is everywhere Aleksander is these days. Always with a kind gesture or friendly words, making him feel welcome, like Kaer Morhen could be his home. Like he was safe.

But that was the problem, wasn’t it? He wasn’t safe. Far from it.

True to form, Aiden drapes the blanket around Aleksander’s shoulders. It’s only a light blanket, warm enough on this summer’s eve, but it feels impossibly heavy on Aleksander’s shoulders. He closes his eyes and swallows heavily.

“You shouldn’t,” he pauses, can feel Aiden’s puzzled head tilt even if he can’t see it.

“I don’t deserve it. I’m not… I’m not safe.”

“No one will hurt you here, you’re safe, I promise.”

Aleksander feels the laughter bubble up inside him like madness. He barks out a despairing laugh that is more of a sob.

“No, no, I’m not safe - you’re, you’re not safe from me, your brothers aren’t safe from me, Livi’s not safe, Milena’s not safe! I’m a monster Aiden! I have that monster’s blood in me. He was my grandsire, I came from him, that evil lurks in me!”

His hands have scraped against the rough stone and blood dots the torn skin. He holds it out in front of him, showing Aiden, look at the poison, look at this tainted blood!

Aiden looks up from his hands, staring right into his eyes, drawing him in, just as he does every time he looks at him. Aleksander can’t look away.

“I have literal monster blood inside of me. That’s how they make Witchers, Sasha. The Trials use magics and monster parts and potions to change us, give us the powers we need to defeat real monsters. I’m not human, Sasha.”

“Don’t, that’s, that’s not the same, and you know it!” Aleksander was close to sobbing now, tears running down his cheeks. “You are so good, you do good in this world, it’s a better place for having you, all of you. I’m the monster, you should have —“

“No.” Aiden shook his head firmly and stepped closer, taking Aleksander’s hands and pressing them gently to his chest.

“Never, Sasha, don’t say that.”

Aiden looks at him sadly and Aleksander feels his self-loathing increase. He taints everything.

“Lambert came here quite late as a child, he was almost eight years old when he started training to be a Witcher.”

Aleksander frowns slightly at this non-sequitur.

“He was a Child Surprise, but not before his father first tried to sell him to the Witcher, for only a few orens - enough to buy another night of ale. His father,” Aiden pauses, a dark and painful look flashing across his face, “His father beat the shit out of him nearly every night. His poor mother suffered by his hand too. If that Witcher hadn’t claimed him, there’s no doubt Lambert wouldn’t have survived. His mother didn’t.

“And then they made him a Witcher, Sasha - did monstrous things to him, made him strong and powerful and deadly. A life of violence, of killing things, the ability to take a human life in the blink of an eye.”

Aiden smiles gently.

“He’d be the first person to admit he’s an asshole, but there’s not a cruel bone in that man’s body. He’d never harm a child and you know he’d never lay a hand against Milena.”

Aleksander shakes his head - Aiden is right, Lambert would sooner die than harm Milena, and he’s noticed how Lambert looks out for the trainees.

Aiden removes his hands from where they are holding Aleksander’s, placing them instead over Aleksander’s heart. It’s such a gentle touch, but Aleksander feels warmth seeping into his chest and spreading into the rest of his body.

“That’s no accident, my dear. Lambert is his father’s son, he has that man’s blood in him, he bears the scars from that childhood, but every day he makes a choice. He chooses not to be that monster. He chooses to be kind and loving and good. Just like you did when you chose to write that letter. Just like you do every day, like the wolf you are.”

Aleksander can’t look away from Aiden, held tightly in his sure gaze, the warmth in his chest soothing his stuttering heart. Doubt and fear wars within him, but Aiden is so sure of what he is saying that Aleksander can’t help but follow along.

“You’re safe. I promise.”

How can he argue with this incredible man? The answer is, he can’t. He’s just going to have to live up to Aiden’s expectations. Make the right choices. He laughs and the tension bleeds from his body. Suddenly he is very tired.

Aiden’s hands move from his chest to his shoulders, drawing him into a firm hug. Aleksander nods into Aiden’s shoulder, breathing out in laughter.

“Ok, ok,” he laughs, “you’re right. Thank you.”

Aiden switches to a one armed hug, leading him back inside.

“I know,” he says smugly, “We Cats are known for our intelligence, not like silly Wolves…”

#The Witcher #fic #accidental warlord au #i would die for these OCs #i heart them!!!

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g0ttal0ve101 · 3 years ago

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Eddie in Wonderland (Part 3 ❤️🖤)

There sat a beautiful table full of tea pots, tea cups, cookies, candies, anything that a child could wish for to have the perfect tea party. Eddie rushed up to the table, letting out a soft 'wow' before feeling two hands grab his shoulders tightly. Eddie froze up from the touch, feeling his heart drop all the way to the ground and splattering on his shoes.

"Hello, dear child. Would you like some tea?"

Eddie shuddered at the voice before turning around to face the man who owned it. "I-I'm sorry, did I interrupt?"

"No, you're just fine. Have a seat, dear." The Mad Hatter coaxed, pulling him a chair out to sit in. Eddie hesitantly sat down, looking up at the man with a worried expression. He sat down across from the boy, grabbing the tea pot and pouring some tea in a small flower cup. "Would you like some tea?"

Eddie nodded slowly with a slight smile. "Yes, thank you..."

"May I ask your name? And perhaps where you're headed?" He asks, handing him the steaming tea cup.

"Ah, my name is Eddie..." he softly replies, grabbing the cup. "And...I'm trying to find a whit-"

"Eddie? What a lovely name for a lovely boy. Here, drink up."

"...What is your name?" Eddie questions.

"I'm the Mad Hatter, but you may call me Danny." He quickly told him. "Now, drink up. Drink up! Would you like some sugar? Milk?"

The ginger grew concerned and a bit uneasy about how pushy the man was being towards drinking the tea. He peered down at the liquid, seeing it looked pretty safe. "No, I'm fine...thank you for asking..." He then took a sip, finding that this didn't taste of tea at all, more like alcohol. He coughed a little, only to see Danny staring at him.

"Does it taste good? More sugar? More milk?"

"A-Ah..." Eddie coughed again. "I-I don't think this is t-tea..."

"More sugar, I see." Danny takes the cup away and begins pouring sugar into it, at least, Eddie thought it was sugar. "Here, try it now." He hands it back to the boy, only for the liquid to taste totally different.

Eddie smiles softly, nodding. "This tastes much better, thank you." Danny watched the boy drink intensely, making sure he got each and every last drop of it. After he was done, the boy began to feel dizzy and bubbly. "Ahhh...what type of tea was that...?"

"Did you like it?"

"Hehe...yeahhh..." Eddie looked around obliviously, finding everything was mixed colors and sparkles. He was incredibly happy at the sight of it, leaning back in his chair while hiccuping. "Hehe...hahahahaha...hahaha! Hahahahaha!"

Danny stood up, approached the boy slowly, and grabbed his face. Eddie was in no condition to realize how creepy the man was being, giggling constantly at him. To Eddie, he began to look more and more like his father. "Now, those eyes of yours are so beautiful. Hazy and dark..."

"Hahaha!"

"Like you've lost yourself. Like you're mad."

"Hahahahaha! Hahahahahaha!"

Danny grabs the boy's hand, lifting him up out of his chair. "Come, I rarely have guests. I would love to examine those eyes more."

"Father," Eddie spoke cheerfully. "why would you wanna see my eyes? They aren't even that pretty! Hahaha!"

"They're beautiful, Eddie. Now, we must hurry. That 'tea' won't last very long, no, not at all."

"Huhhh? What are you talking abouttt?" Eddie wobbled his way towards the other side of the table, following the Mad Hatter. "I dunno whatttt...sgghhh...waaa..."

"Hush, now. I'll make this quick."

"Huhhh? Whaaat?" Eddie questions, feeling himself being pushed against the biggest chair at the end of the table. He then saw Danny grab an eating utensil off of the table, supposedly a spoon, and holding him down by his chest. Eddie felt a sudden change of mood and began to struggle away. "No! No! No!"

"Is it already wearing off-?"

"NO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO, YOU HOOLIGAN!" Eddie cried, kicking the man in the chest and flinging himself onto the table. Danny was stunned for only a moment before grabbing Eddie's ankle and yanking him back. "NO! NO! LET ME GO!"

"Have some more tea."

"MOM! DAD?! AL! PLEASE, SOMEONE! ANYONE!" Eddie screamed, kicking and pulling away from the man. "PLEASE!"

Suddenly, as if he had heard his cries, the white rabbit jumps onto the table laughing hysterically. Eddie felt a lump in his throat, almost wishing he hadn't screamed at all; Not if this man was going to kill him instead.

"YOU AGAIN, FIVE EYES?! GIVE ME A BREAK! YOU ALREADY TRY TO GET QUEEN RAY'S EYES!" He hissed at Danny. He let Eddie go, only for Zack to pick the little boy up instead. "AHAHAHA! DO SOMETHIN LIKE THAT AGAIN AND I'LL TEAR ALL YER EYES OUT!"

"Mister. Rabbit!" Eddie gushed with a grin.

"OI, DON'T BE GETTIN HAPPY ALL OF A SUDDEN! THAT REALLY TICKS ME OFF!"

"I was merely trying to checkup on his eyes!" Danny exclaimed, hiding the spoon behind his back with a sickening smile. "Believe me!"

"NOT FOR A SECOND, YA PERV!" Zack jumps from the table, holding Eddie like a sack of potatoes, and running out the back gate. Danny called for the two to come back, but neither of them had the intention to.

"Mister. Bunny-!"

"Call me Zack, lil-shit!"

"Mister. Zack!"

"ZACK!"

"No formalities?"

"WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEAN, RICH BOY?!"

Eddie laughed at the rabbit-man's response, shaking his head. "Nevermind that! Where are we going?"

"The castle. I'm late, remember?!" Zack grumbled, swinging from branch to branch. This confused Eddie a bit, since he was supposed to be a rabbit, not a monkey.

"Oh! Yes, I do remember you saying something of the sorts."

"UGH, YA SPEAK TOO PROPER!"

"My apologies."

Eddie then remembered his stolen mask, peering at Zack's back pockets to see if it was there. However, there was no sight of it. Before he could question the bandaged man, he was dropped straight on his back. He looked up at Zack, only to see he was entering a large metal gate which led to the castle. "See ya later, lil-shit."

"Wait! My mask! Could you give it back?!" Zack doesn't answer, rushing through the entrance of the castle's garden. Eddie stood up and brushed himself off, walking inside of the beautifully decorated gate that the man had left open stupidly. Eddie shut the gate behind himself to make sure no one else could enter the castle grounds, since it was common sense. He then began to chase Zack once more. "Please! I really need it back!"

Eddie tripped over a can of red paint, spilling it out on the grass and landing face-first onto the ground. He rubbed his forehead, small tears forming in his eyes from the hit. "Ouch..."

"Ah! I'm so sorry! So sorry!"

"That voice..." Eddie's head perked up as he turns to see the boy who spoke to him. As he suspected, it was his older brother, Carl. Immediately after realizing it was him, he began sobbing. "CARL! WAAAAAAHHHH!" He grabbed onto Carl and pulled him in for a hug, ignoring the fact that he was dressed as a soldier.

"Uh-do I know you?" Carl asks, pulling the boy away from his grasp.

Eddie's eyes widen as he hears that question. "Carl...we're...brothers...! Do you not remember me?!"

Carl tilts his head, giving Eddie an odd look. "Uhm...dude. I have no idea who you are."

Eddie stood up and wiped his tears away, holding his head in his hands. "Oh goodness...I must be dreaming...!"

Carl grabs the bucket of paint and ran off towards two other soldiers that were with him. One was rather small, looking to be around six and the other was tall, looking to be sixteen. Eddie recognized them to be his brothers, George, Albert, and Carl, but they didn't seem to have the slightest clue who he was. So, instead of continuing to push them to remember, he decided to play it cool and go along with what they were doing.

"What are you three doing?" Eddie asks the boys.

"We're painting the roses red!" The littlest one, George, boomed happily. "We planted the wrong ones, so now we gotta fix them before the Queen comes and cuts off our heads!"

Eddie felt his heart splatter when he heard that. "What?!"

Albert, the oldest one, paid no mind to Eddie, continuing to paint. Carl grabbed George and led him onto a stool to paint more roses, explaining to Eddie. "That's right...we have to paint them red before we lose our heads!"

"Let me help then!" Eddie grabbed a paint brush and a bucket of paint, beginning to do the same. They all were panicked and rushing, hoping that they'd be done on time. Eddie didn't know the time limit, so made sure he did them quickly without really paying much mind to how good they looked. Little George couldn't do them very well either, considering his age, so some of them looked quite messy.

"Are you sure none of you know who I am?" Eddie asks while continuing to paint.

"You look like one of us, but no." Carl reported. He didn't take his eyes off of the brush, doing his best to paint every spot.

"Mhm! You do, you do!" George sang.

Eddie then heard some trumpets in the distance, seeing all of the color drain from his brother's faces. All three of them looked like they were terrified, hiding the paint and getting on their hands and knees, bowing. Eddie got down too, seeing that it would be silly to stay up. He gazed at his brothers, seeing that Carl was crying and the other two looked mortified. Was it really this fatal to have the roses red?

Suddenly, a whole army of soldiers lined up against the bushes and a red carpet was laid on the ground. The soldiers all had burlap masks on, exactly like the one that was stolen from Eddie. Confused, he looked up to see a beautiful young lady walking down the carpet and towards the four boys. Her dark crystal eyes were gleaming down the bushes, no facial expression was visible on her face. Carl began crying even more, which made George start to cry. Eddie knew that something was wrong.

Another trumpet was played, showing the rabbit-man who was playing it. "Announcing the Queen of Hearts! Or whatever..." he spat.

The Queen approached the four boys, coldly staring at them. "Who painted the roses red?" She bluntly asks, with no emotion at all. Her voice was quite pretty, but at the moment, Eddie dreaded it.

"I-It was my fault..." Carl lowered his head, tears streaming down his freckled cheeks.

"It was my fault." Albert looked up at the Queen with a harsh glare. "Don't believe that idiot."

"A-Al!" Carl sobbed, only to have Albert shove his head to the ground.

"IT WAS ME! DON'T KILL MY LITTLE BROTHERS FOR SOMETHING I DID!" Albert thundered, now having tears rapidly streaming down his face. "I DID IT! SO JUST LEAVE THEM-!"

"Off with their heads."

Eddie's head snapped up. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His three brothers all were surrounded and dragged away, seemingly to their demise.

"NO, PLEASE NO! IT WAS MY FAULT! DON'T KILL THEM! DON'T-NO! THEY'RE JUST BABIES!" Albert screeched on the top of his lungs, begging for the Queen to let his little brother's go. However, the Queen didn't even bat an eye at his cries.

Eddie knew that he had to take action. These were his brothers afterall. Hearing them cry for mercy was enough to drive the young boy mad. "WAIT! STOP!"

The whole garden went silent. The crying stopped, the soldiers stopped, and the Queen stared at Eddie with her cold eyes. Before he could say another word, the Queen lifted his chin with her finger to get a better look at his gorgeous face. "Oh, a little boy."

"Y-Yes..." Eddie stuttered, standing up and panicking. "Please, don't k-kill them! Uhmmm...th-they're my brothers...a-and..."

The Queen's long golden hair danced behind her from the wind, staring deep into Eddie's ivy green eyes. He kept eye contact to let her know he was serious about this matter. With a small sigh, the Queen lifted a hand and the soldiers let his brothers go. "All three of you, get out of my sight."

Without another word, Albert picked little George up and grabbed Carl's hand, running away with them. Eddie remained standing tall, feeling completely overpowered by the girl. However, he didn't want that to show, so tried his best to keep his calm. "You, come with me."

Eddie followed the Queen's order, staying close behind her like a lost puppy. Each and every soldier stared at Eddie, almost sympathetically. Now Eddie felt really nervous.

"Now, where do you come from and where are you going?" The Queen asked.

"W-Well...I'm trying to find my way home-!"

"Your way? It's my way." She snapped, her blue eyes looking piercing.

"Y-Yes, you're right, b-but I was thinking-!"

"Bow when you're thinking. It saves more time."

"Yes, your majesty..." Eddie bows.

"No need to call me in formalities. I like you. You may call me Rachel." She informs him before beginning to walk again.

"O-Okay, I was only g-going to ask you-!"

"I ask the questions," Rachel grabs Eddie's hand, giving him a fake smile. "Do you dance?"

"Why, yes, your maj-I mean, Rachel." Eddie stammered, flustered by the touch. He was rarely touched so gently after all. Her hands felt like ice, just as her stare and heart. She leads him inside the ball room, many soldiers following behind.

"I would like you to dance with me," Rachel spoke in a tender tone, placing one of her hands on his cheek. "You are very charming...what was your name?"

"Edward...but people call me Eddie more often..." he blushed heavily, looking away. "You may call me whatever you'd like..."

"Eddie..." Rachel repeated slowly placing her hand on his shoulder and grabbing his other one. "What a beautiful name."

Eddie looked away briefly before placing his hand on her hip and holding her hand. "Thank you, R-Rachel..."

"Music." Rachel hissed at the servants, only for them to run and put it on. She smiled at Eddie once more, beginning to dance with him. It would be a lie for him to say he didn't enjoy it, but he was terrified of messing up. Her hands were so small and her stare was adoring but cold. She really seemed like a doll that a little girl would own. He peered away from her eyes for a moment, seeing that Zack was tearing up his mask for all to see. Eddie felt an overwhelming sense of anger and fear, wanting it back as soon as possible.

"Ah, Rach-!"

"Hush now, Eddie."

"But-!"

"Hush."

"GIVE IT BACK!" Eddie finally yelled, letting go of Rachel and jumping onto Zack. He began biting and scratching, desperately wanting his burlap mask back. By the time he got ahold of it, it was almost completely destroyed. Eddie fell to his knees, holding the mask close to his chest and thinking about the day he got it. "W-Waaahh...I WANNA GO HOME!"

Zack picks Eddie up by the collar of his shirt, giving him a good punch to the stomach before throwing him back towards the Queen. Eddie held his stomach in pain, coughing violently.

"Off with his head."

"R-Rachel..." Eddie sobbed. "Please...I-I wanna...I WANNA GO HOME!"

The soldiers began to surround him, reaching out towards him to pick him up and drag him out. He shut his eyes tightly, knowing that he was doomed.

"Edward!"

Eddie opened his eyes with a small gasp, hearing his mother's voice calling for him. The soldiers were still reaching for him, so he quickly crawled underneath their legs and began running towards the voice. "Mother! Mother!" He cried, looking back to see a crowd of black and white suits chasing him.

"Edward!"

"MOMMA!" He sobbed, rushing through the tea party, the caterpillar's smoke, the flowerbed, the forest, all the way back to the small door where it all began. He slammed his hands against it, shaking the door knob violently. "LET ME OUT! LET ME GO! I WANNA GO HOME!"

"OFF WITH HIS HEAD!"

Eddie took one look back at everyone chasing him, letting out one more scream. "MOM!"

And just like that,

Eddie woke up.

"Edward, are you even listening-?!"

"MOMMA!" Eddie bawled, jumping into her arms and holding her tight. His mother was shocked from these sudden tears, but nevertheless, wiped them away. "M-Momma...*sniffle*...mommy..."

"It's alright, my dear." His mother coaxed, patting his head delicately. "Shhh..."

After a short while of comforting Eddie, his mother grabbed his hand and her book, patting his ginger locks once again. "Edward, it's nearly three o'clock. Time for tea."

Eddie picks Sadie up, holding her close to his chest with a small sniffle and sigh. "Yes, mother."

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[Author's note: That took a long time and I am NOT editing a 6935 worded AU nOPE- I hope you all enjoyed! Sorry for not updating more frequently ♡♡♡]

The cast:

Eddie as Alice: Woah, okay. That was fun. I loved how proper and sweet he was! Such a kind gentleman throughout it all~❤

Zack as the White Rabbit: Okay, this fit him 👏so👏damn👏well👏 I loved writing his character throughout this! He was a wild card, that's for sure~❤

Shin as Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dum: I just HAD to add these two in, they fit PERFECTLY. I hardly ever write about them in the first place, so this was a great opportunity! Never steal from a grave-keeper~❤

The girl as the White Rose: Loved this role for her, so sweet, so kind, so talented~❤

Cathy as the Caterpillar: Sass. Sass all day. Didn't even let my poor boy finish a sentence. ✋😔

Gray as the Cheshire Cat: THE CHESHIRE CAT WAS MY FAVORITE CHARACTER AND STILL IS (other than Alice) SO I LOVED WRITING HIS CHARACTER~❤

Danny as the Mad Hatter: Creepy. As. Crap. I made him creepy as much as possible, since I didn't want him to be TOTALLY crazy, still rational and smart. I did like writing his character as well~❤

Rachel as the Queen of Hearts: She slayed it 🖤❤🖤❤🖤

The Mason bros as the Soldiers: This made me tear up Q^Q They really do care for each other...❤

Old man as the doorknob: Almost forgot him! Ahhh, he was so heartwarming to write about! Yes, this is the old man from Zack's backstory! ❤

Thank you so much for reading, I love you all! ❤

#eddie in wonderland #angels of death au #eddie mason #albert mason #carl mason #george mason #danny dickens #zack foster #rachel gardner

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chaniters · 3 years ago

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Intermission

Cyrus agrees to modify Riley's feelings, gets confronted by her, then remembers some of his worst moments at the farm and discovers Ortega's Epilepsy. All in the same evening. TW Suicidal thoughts. TW Motorbike accident. ------------------------ “Are you sure you want me to do this?” you ask, hoping he’ll change his mind.

The look in his eyes tells you he won’t take no for an answer on this.

“Please don’t get cold feet on me now Cyrus. You already told me you’d do it...”

“Yes, I did… Fine. I’ll do it. Whatever.” you shrug as he stops the bike.

The mansion is far from the city. A little spot of private heaven, paid for with taxpayer dollars by the look of it. The Carters have been in politics for long, and public officials are often very rich in Los Diablos’ corporate government.

You can’t help feeling out of place here. Every time you’ve been at a place like this, you were wearing a disguise, maybe a junior janitor, bellboy, or waiter. Always an extra layer of protection to keep people from looking at you.

But coming here in a hero suit, drawing everyone’s eyes?

That’s… something.

The door opens as you approach, with who you assume to be Riley walking outside, a wide smile on her face.

“Ric, so glad you stopped by...!”

“Sorry I didn’t call first, I was in the area and…-”

“And you wanted to apologize for what you said last time! It’s ok silly, I forgive you!

” she says, wrapping her arms around him and giving him an intense kiss that he doesn’t seem to be returning, not that it's stopping her, with her hand going lower and onto his butt.

“Rye, I just wanted to … Rye… Rye, I didn't come to apologize. I told you it's over… we need to talk...” he keeps trying to talk through the awkward kiss.

“I know you didn't mean it!" she laughs "Come on, say it! You missed me!”

“Rye… please cut it out...”

“Hmm.. now why would I do that…”

This is new. You’d have never expected to see Ortega look so helpless...

You imagine this would be what Anathema calls cringe.

She pauses as she opens her eyes, noticing you standing right there, staring at them. Her smile suddenly loses its intensity, looking just like something that’s splattered on her face.

“Oh. And you brought Sidestep.”

“Hello” you wave, trying to fit into the awkward moment, extending your hand.

“Hi. Riley Carter pleased to meet you” she replies, putting herself back together and letting Ricardo recover his breath. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“He’s my ride,” you point at Charge. He’s the culprit here, not you. Her mind is far too intense, and this is going to be hell…

“Like I said, Riley… I need to talk to you about something. Something important.” Ortega says, his voice more serious now.

Coward. Is that another reason he brought you, to rescue him? “Oh” Riley seems to have finally paid attention to what he was saying. “I’ll give you two some space,” you say, returning to the bike. Ortega looks alarmed by you leaving, but you have enough range that you don’t need to be right next to her to do it.

You lean on the motorbike, taking some chewing gum from your pocket as they start walking around the gardens, your mind following hers, and the conversation from her end. Ricardo tells her about the last events, how Psychopathor managed to assemble a tank in prison and blow the walls in his escape, the clash that happened afterward, and how some heroes and villains ended in the hospital. Or dead, like Darkfist, and Dr. Incredible who were vaporized in a plasma blast when the tank exploded. He then goes over the investigation that determined it was built using nano-construction techniques, and how the only portable device available for something like that was in the rangers HQ before it got stolen, without anyone knowing who told the thief it would be there. The trail ends with her... She stops him there, asking what does any of that has to do with her, asking him if he’s accusing her of something so ridiculous. Shouts at him that she didn’t know about any of it, and that’s when he decides to bring it out to show her. The bug that was placed in his communicator. The expensive, unique bug that was made to blend with his insulated tech. The bug that could only have been placed by someone really close to him… A pause in her mind. Hesitation…

She denies it. He insists. He tells her Steel had everyone’s hardware analyzed and only his costume was affected… and that there was only one person he had left the costume with.

That’s when she breaks. She tells him how she got tricked, how someone she met at a party told her he was cheating on her. How they told her where to get the bug… how to apply it… He yells at her, and you begin to feel like perhaps you shouldn’t be watching this, you shouldn’t be listening in…

But he wants to know, and you said you’d do it, so you stay hooked to her thoughts, like a parasite, feeling emotions you’ve never experienced herself. Guilt. Remorse. Shame.

She tells him she’s so sorry, that she didn’t mean for this to happen, that it’s all her fault… She starts crying, apologizing, asking him not to leave her…

Thinking she should kill herself.

The thought doesn’t get said out loud, but is so intrusive and enforced by so many negative memories that you have to block it out, pull out of her mind, run away, hide inside your own thoughts and lock down your shields so it doesn’t follow. You got the answer he wanted, so you can go back to feeling like the little guy chewing gum by the motorbike. But you’re crying too now. You’ve heard similar thoughts before, but not without the drug cocktails they gave you. Not without a team of specialists helping you scrub your mind of awful thoughts you took from people.

Your trainers told you plenty of times that humans get too emotional about their partners, and that you should stay clear of such thoughts. You should have listened. Now that you had a taste, you can tell they were right because It’s terrifying.

You open your eyes to see Ortega hugging her as she keeps weeping.

Blinking doesn’t make it go away.

Why? Wasn’t he angry at her a moment ago? You can’t understand it...

But you have to go in again.

You agreed to do this, and the answer was only half of it. You can’t walk back now…

Can’t help asking yourself again why did you agree to this...

Gathering all your strength, you focus and plunge deep into her thoughts once again.

It’s terrifying in there, like a building that’s falling apart, only held together by Ortega’s arms, or at least that’s what she thinks. She thought they would get married. She thought they would have children.

SHIT.

It’s getting to you, like a flood, and you’re drowning under it…

Is this love? Why can’t I be without him? Why does it hurt so much?

She doesn’t know, and you have no clue about these questions. “ Have you ever been in love?” She asks.

“No. I haven’t” you reply, because she’s right there. She can sense you now because you’re lost, and your training is useless here.

“But you have,” she says, pulling one of your own memories. One that you locked deep below, where it would never see the light of day. “You were in love and you made him go away.”

“ Stop. That’s not true! ” “ You loved him and you made him go away because you were afraid. And now you are going to make me go away because he is afraid. Afraid of me. ” This shouldn’t be happening. She shouldn’t be able to hurt you like this! But she isn’t… she’s just making you remember… You’re the one hurting yourself.

“ Oh my god, he’s such a coward … so you’re going to do it, no? ” she asks, bitter and relentless.

“ I told him I would,” you reply, elevating yourself above the flood that is her defense. Regaining control. Out of her grasp. “ Then do it,” she asks. “ Make me stop hurting .” Standing tall now, you can look down and see that the demons in her mind are many… Ortega is wrong. How is this going to help at all? “ DO IT, YOU FUCKING COWARD !” she dares you. “ DO IT !” The waters begin rising, trying to drown you again, but you’re ready this time, holding her back. burning deep, modified thoughts into her mind.

Turning her love to indifference. Annoyance to hatred. Breaking down her image of Ricardo to pieces, and scattering them through the waters, where they’ll never get put together again.

How far can you go?

Not much, you can sense an incoming migraine, a hard stop to your powers.

You keep going as much as you dare and then erase your own presence as well. Just like they trained you, replacing your thoughts with a tired rage aimed at the horrible boyfriend that made her cry.

You retreat for the second time, feeling your head hurting as never before. Your pain gate is no use, there’s no stopping it once it’s already inside the brain.

With a last effort, you awaken her, bringing her back to reality.

She stops weeping immediately, pushing him away, staring in shock.

What have you done?

You’re tearing up, as she looks at him with eyes that show no little recognition, before muttering a curse, telling him to get off her father’s property and going back inside, leaving him alone at the footsteps.

Why did you do this again?!

It made sense last time. You would have been discovered and reprogrammed. He wouldn’t stop having feelings for you. It was wrong.

So you reprogrammed him yourself because you couldn’t bear them doing that to him… NO!

No, you were just trying to save yourself. There’s nothing else to it.

Why did you do it again this time? Just because he asked? He’s not your handler! You know that.

Should have said no… why agree? You don’t have an answer.

His eyes are reddened as he gets closer, and by the look on his face that he’s equally shaken.

“Let’s go,” he says, without another word. You’re too weak to argue, and so you sit behind him, as he starts the engine, speeding you both away

________________________________________

The Carter mansion soon disappears in the distance, wind flowing heavily against your suit as Ricardo goes full throttle. Too fast to be able to talk normally, so you switch on your helmet’s intercom.

“We’re going really fast… are you ok?” “No I’m not ok” the reply comes a few seconds later. “Did you get anything?”

“I did,” you reply “Then hit me.” “As far as she knows, she didn’t lie, so they must have manipulated her into planting the bug..” He relaxes slightly as you say that, slowing down the bike. “That’s… good to hear,” he says at last.

“Did you really suspect her of being behind this?”

“Not her. Her father… he’s dirty and…” he sighs. “Mierda. That’s why it’s so hard to be in a relationship, you know? They’ll use anyone against you. They’ll do anything to get an advantage over you.” “She was still spying on you.” you point out. “And you still hugged her after she confessed.”

He doesn’t say anything else for a while, so you focus on the road ahead. It’s dark, and you can’t see much beyond the bike’s light. The city lights shine in the distance, but you still have above an hour to get there.

“Did you do it?” he asks in a shaky voice when you had started to think the rest of the journey would be silent.

“Yes. Yes, I did.” is all you can say.

“Thank you.” he lets out as if this had been a simple favor. Just some mind-trick, like making someone’s gun point the wrong way. Like finding out who’s looking at us…

“How was she?” he asks, not letting it go.

“What do you mean?”

“Her mind… how was it from the inside?”

“It was… I… You know I’m not a shrink, right?”

“Just tell me, Cyrus. Please” Shit.

“It was… bad. Like real bad.”

“How bad?”

You tighten your lips. That isn’t your memory...

“Cyrus, I'm only asking because I want to know if she’s going to hurt herself!”

“I did what you asked! I’m not a shrink, I just changed her feelings! She’ll stop trying to get together with you. That’s all I know!” you repeat, a lot louder this time. “Just answer the fucking question!” Deep breaths. “You don’t get it,” you complain, to no one in particular, because of course, he will never get it. Doesn’t he understand that you don’t want to think about this? It’s her thoughts, not yours, and you want it to stay that way!

“Tell me Cyrus, or we’re going to have a problem.” Your handler’s words coming from his mouth, making your skin crawl. Making you want to throw up.

Tell him. It’ll be easier.

But it’s not easy. The thought is charged with deep shame, now your shame and she rattled your own memories...

“Yes, Ric! Yes, she thinks of it sometimes. She thought of it today when you started yelling at her! Is that what you wanted to hear?!” “Yes.” he croaks through the intercom “Yes, I needed to know,” he says, the life sucked out of his voice.

“Fuck you.” you let out, feeling the beginning of the migraine, overloaded with too much baggage that doesn’t belong to you. “Can you help her with that?”

“FUCK YOU!” you scream louder.

“Cyrus, if you can help her with this then…”

“Help her with this? Listen to yourself!”

“I just want her to stop hurting!”

“And what? You want me to rewrite her into a better person, is that it? Newsflash, I can’t! I can’t handle my own problems and you want me to fix hers?” “But…” “You think I have some fucking magic wand? You don’t know what it’s like! It hurts both ways!” “I just wanted to help…” “FUCK YOU! All you want is to feel better about yourself!” Your head is about to explode, and you’re tearing up under your helmet, your eyes drifting onto the white lines on the road, going one after another in quick, endless succession. Focus on them. That’s safe. You can feel him sigh as you hold on tighter to his skinsuit, feeling him take a curve, with another incoming in the distance or so the signs say.

“Slow down. I want to get off…”

“We’re still far from the city.”

“Do you think I care? Let me off!” “I… I’m…” he’s mumbling erratically, the white lines on the road losing cohesion.

... something’s wrong! Your eyes widen as his hands begin slipping from the handlebar. There’s only a massive surge of static where his mind should be. Not normal, even for him.

“Wait, don’t do that!” You try to wrest control of the handgrips, but you’re not fast enough, and the bike goes sideways on the incoming curve, off the road, and down the cliff.

Down the cliff.

You barely manage to brace for impact, covering your head during the fall, bumping and rolling several times until you land on your stomach, the bike falling next to you. You stay there, immobile for a few seconds, internalizing what just happened. Wondering if this is where you die…

The question lingers until you struggle to sit up, finding you are still pretty much in one piece. Taking off your helmet reveals it’s cracked on several spots.

Shit.

Standing up is a chore, but your pain gate hasn’t activated. The suit must have spared you the worst, it would seem.

“Charge?” you ask, looking around in the darkness. The motorbike’s nearby, and you walk towards it, struggling to get it back to a standing position. You maneuver the wheel to point the light around, looking for him in the direction of his static, until you find him lying on his back.

You leave the light pointing at him as you get closer. “Are you ok?!” you ask, but there’s no answer. His neck is trembling, as are his hands, emitting pitiful noises… You try to hold him down, but a bolt of electricity almost catches your hand. It takes a moment before you remember that your suit’s gloves should be sufficiently insulated.

You kneel next to him, making sure only the gloves come into contact to take off his helmet, cracked just like yours. Underneath, his face is contorted to the side, trembling and breathing noisily.

“Seizure,” you say, immediately starting to follow the guidelines they implanted in you. Left arm bent to the side and out of the way, right hand on his cheek, right knee raised and bent, and then roll him over on his side, then steady his chin up to clear the airways… That’s about all you can do without getting caught in the current… but what if it doesn’t stop? What if sets his emitters to a higher setting and fries you?

No. That shouldn’t happen, he can’t accidentally change the power setting in this state.

“Breathe. Breathe. Keep breathing” you say, holding his hand, going wildly against yours.

You keep him steady, hoping it does stop, until after two minutes, he finally does, going limp, breathing noisily. His emitters die down too, thankfully.

“Hey…can you hear me?” you ask, tapping his arm.

He can’t, so you repeat the question a few times, waiting. Waiting for him to come back until he finally answers with a quick nod, pressing the hand you’re holding.

It’s a relief to see him coming back to his senses somewhat, but it presents a different challenge because he’s also been in an accident on top of the seizure and you need to check if he’s ok. So you start asking him questions about his arms and legs, getting one-word responses with a delay, as he’s close to non-verbal.

Head hurts. Both arms fine. Chest fine. Right leg fine. Left leg hurts.

Nothing seems broken, which is a relief.

You try your intercom, but the pieces are broken and you can’t reassemble it without tools. You take his helmet but the inside smells burnt, he must have fried it.

“I’ll be right back,” you say, stepping up to drag the motorcycle closer to see what the damage is. That’s when you notice the rear wheel is completely bent.

Great.

“Now this thing has to have a radio…” you begin checking the features “YES! Here!” You kiss the small device, looking for the on the switch to…-

“Wait,” he says, a hand extended towards you.

“Wha… why?”

“They can’t know I had a seizure…”

“You don’t want me to call?”

“Please no,” he asks.

You look at him, finally starting to understand what’s going on…

“You're epileptic!”

“I just missed a few doses! Haven’t had one in years! If you tell them...”

It’s all too clear what would happen. If the media found out the Marshal had a seizure while speeding on the highway...

You keep staring back at him, in shock, before tossing the radio down and sitting back next to him.

“Alright… I won’t call them. It’s ok” you reassure him. “It’s going to be fine.”

He replies with a pained “Thank you”

“I’ll… I’ll fix this. Somehow.” Why are you doing this after what he just pulled on you earlier? Why do you care so much about this asshole?

Why do any of it? The answer comes almost immediately. It seems you’re not THAT dense.

It almost makes you laugh, with the absurdity of it all.

Luckily it takes you less than an hour to get a car to stop to take you back to town convincing the driver that you’re just wearing costumes for a party and crashed on the way. He asked you what kind of party this late at night and Ortega decides to intervene, claiming you’re strippers for a bachelor’s party. That works like a charm, he can make up all the answers he needs in his own mind. Ricardo is silent through the rest of the journey, you don’t know if he’s still recovering or if he simply has nothing else to say. It doesn’t really matter, because you couldn’t be more thankful for it, as the migraine explodes in full force. ____________________________ My Fanfiction: https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/181692759294/my-fanfiction-for-fallen-hero

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero world. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for his wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist. Full fic is on AO3 as well https://archiveofourown.org/works/30292125/chapters/81514135

#FHR #Fallen hero Retribution #Fallen hero Rebirth #Fallen hero fanfiction #Chargestep #Ricardo Ortega #Riley #Fallen hero #Fallen Hero Spoilers

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angst-fairygodmother · 4 years ago

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Okay I’m currently moving and going through old trinkets and stuff to see what to get rid of and I just now really would love a Ben Hargreeves x reader fic super fluffy going through old things of yours or his and just generally being super cute 😭 ily!

A/N: So this is a Ben didn’t die AU because that was the only way I could think of for “cute” not “sad.” Also, as someone who just moved herself, good luck on your move darling, may it be as smooth and frustration free as possible. I hope you enjoy it! :) Word Count: 1702 Content Warnings: Major cheese-factor? But other than that nothing

“I’m glad we decided to get a place together,” you said, leaning against Ben’s shoulder, looking around your empty apartment.

Yours, the two of you. When you had started discussing moving in with one another, maybe a year into your relationship, you considered just adding him onto your lease, which still had several months left on it (he did not consider asking you to move in with him, because he’d been living with Vanya, and Klaus when he showed up and couldn’t wait to get out). But eventually, you two had settled on starting fresh, somewhere you had picked out together, a place for both of you to build your lives together. It had been a challenge at first, but in the end, you knew it would be worth the effort to create a home together instead of merely adopting one of you into the other’s preexistent reality.

“Me too,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple and smiling. “And I’ll be even more glad once we get some stuff in here.”

“Y/N, what about these?” Ben called to you, pulling out a battered black shoebox from the back of your closet. “You didn’t put this pair with the rest of your shoes?”

Confused what he was talking about, you set aside the plates you had been wrapping in newspaper and made your way to the bedroom.

“What are you talking ab—oh…” your eyes fell on the box in question and you felt a hot blush creep across your face and down your neck. “That’s um…”

Ben’s confusion at your discomfort only grew when the box rattled slightly, producing sounds of rustling paper rather than shoes.

“You can just ignore that. It’s just some old…I don’t even know why I kept…” you sighed in defeat as his curiosity got the better of him and he opened the box.

The box, which had laid buried in your closet for long that you’d nearly forgotten about it, was full of old newspaper and magazine clippings about the Umbrella Academy in their hay-day.

“I, uh, I can explain that?”

Ben laughed, grin wide and surprisingly nonjudgmental as he picked up the faded pages in gentle fingers, particularly when he came across one of a teen magazine quiz which said your soulmate was Diego and you had drawn frowning faces around it and marked it ‘WRONG’ in blue sharpie.

“Aw, babe, I had no idea you were such a fan,” he teased. “My brother will be so sad I stole his soulmate.”

“Yeah, I mean I guess I was into the whole Umbrella Academy thing as a kid…lots of people were…” you shrugged, hoping that your nonchalance would keep him from pressing further. “It’s nothing to make a big deal of.”

“Aw, hey, Y/N, I’m not trying to embarrass you,” he said, setting the box aside to come over and rest his hands on your shoulders. “I think it’s cute.”

You shoved his chest lightly, hearing the laughter in his voice. “Shut up.”

All of your things finally packed, you and Ben made your way to the apartment he shared with his siblings, which they had cleared out of for the day so you could have more space to work.

“Hey Ben,” you said, gesturing to an old-fashioned hatbox on one of his shelves. “I didn’t know you were a hat guy?”

You wished you could reach the box yourself so you could take him down and tease him properly for the contents the way he had had for your shoebox. Instead, you had to wait for him to come and be tall for you.

“Oh that. I took the box from the Academy. Although I think the hat was as likely to have been Pogo’s as it was Dad’s,” he explained.

“So if it’s not a hat, what’s in there?” you asked, practically vibrating with curiosity.

The box tucked under one arm, he pulled you closer with the other into a hug and pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek, before moving to sit in on the corner of his bed (piled high with the books which had been hiding this mystery box and which you were supposed to be packing at the moment), motioning for you to join him. Eagerly, you bounced across the small room to flop next to him on the floor, making him laugh as you nearly collapsed into his lap and he had to quickly lift the box above his head to keep you from crushing it.

“Well, it’s not quite the same as yours, but it turns out we were both hanging onto some things,” he explained almost shyly, carefully wiggling off the snug lid of the box.

“Oh really?” you couldn’t help the smirk that crept across your face.

The first thing he pulled out was a photobooth filmstrip. In the four little boxes were your smiling faces, your silly faces, and one where you had leaned over and kissed him, his eyes wide with shock, all in sepia, perfect moments frozen in time.

“That was our first date,” you said with surprise. “Our first official one anyway, unless you count you refusing to let go of my hand until you had escorted me safely out of the building when those lunatics decided a coffee shop was the best place to hold up for quick cash.”

“Well I couldn’t let them catch wind of priceless treasure that slipped through their fingers, and my siblings had everything under control.”

You rolled your eyes at his corniness, leaning your chin on his knee to see what else was in the box. It was full to the brim, practically overflowing with little bits of memorabilia from your time together: a newspaper clipping about the day you met, ticket stubs for concerts and movies, pictures you had taken together or of each other with his polaroid camera, love letters you’d sent each other and notes you’d left when one of you had to leave before the other woke or had something important coming up that you might need a little extra encouragement for. It was like your whole lives together so far were in that hat box and you felt your eyes welling up at the thought. It was so much better than your embarrassing childhood crush.

“You know, I thought you had only agreed to go to that carnival with me because you felt like you owed me for saving you or something,” he added softly as he leafed through.

You rolled your head to one side, cheek against his leg, so you could look up at him, sensing the insecurity in his voice.

“Ben, baby…” you sighed.

Even now, after all of this time, he still seemed to think that part of you was only there out of pity, seemed to expect you to flinch away in horror at his abilities. You knew that it had nothing to do with you and everything to do with the way he and his siblings were raised and exploited by Reginald Hargreeves, but still your heart ached every time you sensed him withdrawing into those dark places.

“I know, Y/N, you don’t have to say it,” he said, guessing at how your sentence was going to finish based on your repeated past conversations about it.

“I don’t think you do,” you lifted your head up, sitting back to better look him in the eye. “I was stunned that you even noticed me let alone asked me out, because you are incredible. And I don’t just mean the superhero thing, although that is pretty sweet,” you face scrunched up and you grinned at him before sobering. “If I was only in it for pity or for fame or because I owed you, I would have bailed a long time ago, not be getting an apartment with you. You’re stuck with me. Because I love you Ben Hargreeves.”

He set the box in his hands aside, pulling you close so that he could kiss you, tender and sweet and so rawly, desperately full of love that it threatened to overwhelm you. You folded your arms over his shoulders drawing him in even more. When you pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, gently carding your fingers through his hair as he nuzzled his nose against yours.

“We should really get back to packing,” you said after sitting like that for a moment, more than a little regretful that you had to break the moment and return you both to reality.

“Wait, there’s one more thing I wanted to show you from the box,” he said sheepishly, pulling out a generic looking crumpled piece of lined paper.

“What’s this?” you asked, reaching for it.

Nervously, he handed it to you and you began to read. Almost immediately, your hand came up to cover your mouth as tears welled up in them. This wasn’t a letter, so much as the draft of a speech with words and lines and entire paragraphs crossed out, some scribbled over completely and others with a single mark through them and new words squeezed into the cramped space above them. Finally, at the bottom, circled in blue ink: Y/N, you’re incredible. Will you go out with me?

“Oh Ben,” you murmured, clutching the paper carefully to your chest, trying your hardest not to cry.

“I was so nervous to ask you out,” he explained, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “And Diego kept giving me shit about how you were way out of my league, which definitely didn’t help. But for some reason you said yes, and I thought I might die, I was so happy.”

“So I was thinking…” you said one night, wrapping your arms around Ben as he stood in the doorway of your new living room.

“Uh-oh,” he laughed, mirroring your hold.

“We have that big open wall-space over the sofa, right?”

He nodded, looking at you, eyebrows knit together in curiosity and confusion.

“We also have two boxes of stuff that would make a really nice collage…we could maybe put them there? Sort of a wall of memories?”

His eyes sparkled as he turned to you fully. “I love it.”

#listen with me you get angst or you get sap #I hope this meets what you were looking for #Not-dead Ben is hard to write for...#Ben Hargreeves x reader #The Umbrella Academy fic

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