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retroellie · 1 year ago

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Daryl x reader but at first she gets on his nerves? Almost enemies to lovers

Summary: Daryl hated you, completely despised you. His hatred for you turned into something more after just one night with you.

A/N: This is probably the filthiest and longest thing I've ever written :). So enjoy asf!!! This was literally hell to write because i have writer's block right now so my mind is somewhere else right now

Warnings: NSFW, Degradation, Slapping/spanking, Daryl just being mean asf. Kind of a toxic relationship?!?

Word count: 8K

Daryl was at peace in this moment, complete and utter peace. The river slowly rushing against the earth, the soft wind blowing against his skin, the bright light of the sun bursting the stress from his face. Ever since he had gotten away from Alexandria he felt he was where he belonged, nature. Ever since he was a kid, rivers and forests were his safe haven. The only living thing to be seen was the animals and even then they were fearful of humans.

That's how Daryl felt in a way, fearful of humans and what they can do, that's why he resided with animals. They had their packs and stayed with them, never getting too close to other packs. It was just him and his home, of course with the dog too. But despite the healing of the river or the wind whispering into his ear, this wound could never be healed for Daryl. He was out here for a reason and this time it wasn't trying to run away from his dad.

It was for Rick, his friend, his family.... his brother. This was a deeper wound than any he'd ever had, mental or physical. He was angry, hurt, and guilty for what he had done, especially with the silence that came with nature. He looked for days on end, and those days turned to months, and months turned to years. He felt like he was going crazy, but he knew Rick was still alive and if he wasn't... he just needed to give the people that confirmation.

He took the knife and gutted it into the fish, cleaning it out until it was just the meat on its bones. It was a chilly day, enough to have the dog cuddled up on Daryl's leg as he gutted the fish. Daryl didn't mind the cold, he actually liked it better than the heat and it kept the dead away better. He continued his work, frying the fish on the fire as he poked at it softly, mesmerized by the crackles of the fire.

Suddenly a branch snapped behind Daryl, he didn't hesitate in pulling his crossbow from next to him and pointing it at the sound, ready to fire at any minute. He almost squeezed the trigger, almost letting the arrow go right into the head of his attacker. But suddenly his eyes made out who it was and realized it was you. His body feels relaxed but only to be filled with annoyance.

"It's just me!" You put your hands up in surrender, dropping what you had been holding in your hands.

Daryl watched as you shook, fearing that Daryl might actually shoot you at that moment. Daryl sighed, putting down his crossbow and rolling his eyes.

"Damn it, girl! I coulda killed you!" Daryl yelled. Of course, the first time he talks in days is to scold you for something.

Daryl sat back down in his spot, throwing down his crossbow in anger as he went back to cooking his fish. He suddenly wished he would've pulled the trigger, maybe then he could tell everyone it was an accident.... as if anyone could miss you. If Daryl said he hated you, it was an understatement. He despised you, he wondered how you survived this long without a bullet to your head.

"I know... I'm sorry.." You tried to defend yourself. "Carol asked me to drop some stuff off... I didn't mean to scare you.."

You bent down to gather what you had in your hands, the bag you had broken when you dropped it. You shoved everything in the bag and stood up, standing still as you watched Daryl cook his fish. You never knew why Daryl couldn't stand you, it made you a bit sad at first because you envied him. You thought he was the coolest person ever, with his crossbow and his motorcycle. Part of you thought it was because you genuinely thought he was a cool person but the other half knew it was because of what he did to your underwear.

"Carol told me to bring you more arrows and some extra clothes... I threw some food...." You went to finish but Daryl was annoyed by your voice already, wanting you to shut up and leave already.

"Why couldn't she do it?" He interrupted

You forgot how much of an asshole he was and at that moment, you were kind of glad he was staying out here instead of in Alexandria. The only reason you liked him staying at Alexandria is how his arms looked when he was working on his bike... but that's all it was to you, just a silly little crush or not even that, you'd be more than okay if he fucked you and dipped. You cleared your throat, collected your words, and shifted uncomfortably.

"Oh well... Henry is sick, he has some kind of stomach bug and well I was at the kingdom so she asked if I could bring it to you on the w..." Once again you can't even get your words out without Daryl being a complete dick to you.

"I didn't ask for a story." He said sternly, not even looking at you but you knew his face had that ugly, yet strangely arousing, annoyed look written all over it.

You sharply inhaled, slightly hurt at his words. You just stood there though, not sure what to do next. You could just throw his shit down or not and leave, but unfortunately, you were too tired to go on. You had been walking all day and here to Alexandria would be at least another 3 hours. You just thought maybe some rest would be nice, maybe a bit of that fish he was cooking but you knew Daryl.

Daryl hadn't liked you ever since you two had met, he was always such a dick to you and you had no idea why literally no idea. You were always respectful to him, saying please and thank you, sometimes shooting him a soft smile when you would catch each other in the same room. He always put you down so fast, sometimes just his facial expression when he would look at you was enough for you to go home crying.

"You can leave now, you did your job." He pulled you out of your thoughts.

His eyes still didn't reveal themselves to you, but you knew the stank eye he'd be giving you right now. The thought of it just made your stomach do turns, but the thing you were about to ask made it drop completely.

"That's the thing... you know it's getting late, by the time I get back on the main roads it'll be pitch black, and well I've been walking all..." You don't even know why you keep trying to explain anything to him at this point.

"Get to the point.." He said, annoyance dripping from his mouth. You sighed and rolled your eyes, standing up straight so you could at least look like you were not about to cry or throw a tantrum.

"I was wondering if I could stay here for the night... I'll be out of your hair by dawn tomorrow." You pleaded almost, which made you cringe a bit.

Daryl stayed silent for a minute, just poking at the fire softly as he rubbed the dog's head. Daryl almost gagged at the thought of you staying with him, even just for a night. It reminded him of when you guys were on the road together with everyone else, you always ended up sleeping next to him and he hated it. You would take up such a little room but Daryl felt like that was more than you needed, he would huff and puff. Not to mention how tight his pants would get when we saw you in only a tank top, how your breasts would push themselves together as you snored softly. How your pretty lips would part themselves, almost as if you were teasing him even in your sleep.

Daryl thought for a minute, he really didn't want you here. Your presence would just be so irritating to Daryl, he would know you were only 2 feet away from him at all times and that frustrated Daryl. You would be prancing around his safe space, breast sticking out, voice laced with sugar as you spoke, and presenting your ass to Daryl while you picked something up. The thought made Daryl go cold and he wanted to kick you out then and there. Call Daryl old-fashioned but he was against kicking out a young girl for safety just because of one's annoyance.

"Ya, you will be..." Daryl stated, standing up and making his way over to you, snatching the bag from your hand. "You can stay for the night... but you're gonna have to give me your weapons for the night and you owe me half of your food."

Fucking asshole... is all you could think of. You hated him, so fucking much it hurt. You have no idea what you had done to this man to make him hate you so much, it doesn't make sense to you but you needed some rest. You handed him your bag and watched him sit back down in the same spot, digging into the bag Carol had packed.

"Thank you, Daryl. I ap..." You decided at this moment to stop trying to speak.

"And no talking... I don't want to hear anything you gotta say, ya hear me?" He scolded, containing his digging into the bag.

"yes sir..." You bit back, trying your best not to start yelling at him about how childish he was being.

You brushed past Daryl to get some water from the river so you could get away from Daryl. Daryl's dick twitched at your use of "sir", he couldn't help the goosebumps that rose from his skin. He watched you walk your way down to the river, watching your tits bounce as you stormed off. He hated you with a burning passion but he couldn't deny that you had beautiful tits.

You couldn't sleep, you were so tired before you went to this shit show of a camp but now you couldn't sleep. You tossed and turned, the tent walls feeling like they were going to close on you. You could hear Daryl poking at the fire outside, trying to keep it burning as he kept an eye out. Daryl made you take the tent, he said he'd sleep outside with the dog, and that bothered you a bit.

Daryl was always so mean to you, literally telling you he wished you would fall off a cliff yet he gives you the tent? Maybe you were reading too deep into it, trying everything to believe your lie that he had an ounce of care for you in him. But that was odd behavior for someone like Daryl, especially towards you. That's why you think you can't sleep, not only did Daryl make you want to bawl your eyes out with how mean he was but also you were so confused about your own feelings.

You wanted to hate Daryl, you said you did but really you didn't. Every mean thing he said to you should've been enough for anyone to hate another person, but you simply couldn't. You wanted him to like you, you craved it. Every time you tried to be nice or help him with something, you felt like a teenage girl trying to get the attention of a boy. It was exhausting, but so frustrating. This behavior of his only created a fire in your belly, leaking out of your core.

The frustration of the day could only be dulled in one way, the warmth of your two fingers. It was a nightly ritual at this point, I mean at least Daryl's behavior is beneficial in one way right? But you couldn't do it in this tent that felt so suffocating, with Daryl's scent everywhere and his soft blanket against your bare thighs. No, you couldn't. It was gross, almost disgusting to do such a thing, especially for you.

You finally gave up on sleep, pulling your shorts back on and heading out of the tent. The wind hit you first, then the smoke of the fire, and then the eyes of Daryl. He looked already so annoyed, like just your presence was enough for him to be in a shitty mood. You smiled at him, pulling your jacket closer to your body as you sat down on the log in front of him.

"Couldn't sleep..." You whispered, sighing as you looked deep into other fires.

Daryl didn't make an expression towards that, only the same annoyed expression. Daryl couldn't help but watch your thighs out of the corner of his eye, watching them glow in the fire, making them look completely delicious. He tried to focus on keeping the fire alive but the hardening in his pants was almost impossible to ignore. He's never really had alone time with you, not one on one before, there was always another person so this was new to him. Honestly even more annoying like this because he could only imagine fucking you into the dirty ground, not able to escape these thoughts by annoying someone else.

"And why's that my problem?" He snapped back, his voice thick with tiredness and frustration.

You scoffed, looking at him with disbelief as your heart broke a little more. You were now at peak frustration and extremely exhausted, so you weren't going to just sit there and let it happen... not this time. You shook with anger, the wind doing nothing to cool you down. You just wanted to have a nice conversation with him, social interaction that you desperately needed from a day of being consumed by your own thoughts.

"You are such a dick you know that?" You spit out, your arms throwing themselves up as you let your anger out finally. "Jesus! I can't have one fucking conversation without you being such an asshole."

Daryl's blood goes cold, looking over at you as your eyes start tearing up due to your anger. He's never seen you so angry, he's never known that you cry when you get mad, he finds it... attractive. It makes his mind wander to what else makes you cry. Is there any emotion you feel too much? Do you cry? Or is this situation just that distressing to you? Daryl just stayed silent, finding it almost humorous how you actually cared what he thought and how worked up you were getting over it. You waited for a snarky reply or a cold comment about how annoying you were, but you were met with his cold blue eyes boring into your skin. That was it, that was enough to make you decide to pack up your stuff and get the hell out of there.

"Oh my fucking god... fuck you, Daryl, I mean seriously." You shot up from where you had been sitting and stood above him, the fire illuminating your furrowed brows and bloodshot eyes. "I mean are you fucking kidding me?!? why do you hate me? did I do something or are you just that fucking mean?"

Daryl stared up at you, watching you shiver as the wind hit your bare legs. Daryl asked himself that a lot too, why did he hate you? You really did do nothing to him, you were honestly extremely helpful and probably the kindest person he'd ever met. But that made him so upset. The innocence that radiated off of you, the pureness in your eyes, almost as if the world hadn't gotten to you yet. He found it unfair, how you were who you were in this world, it wasn't fair. The annoying sweetness that coated your voice was enough for him to go insane, he hated it.

That was only part of the hatred he felt for you, he wanted to completely defile you. He wanted to take that innocent little act of yours and fuck it out of you, he wanted to shut your silky soft voice up by fucking your voice box so hard it leave you speechless, wanted to crave scars into your skin as you begged him for more. He found these thoughts truly disgusting to even think, his own mind scolding him for letting the thoughts linger. He hated you for making him this crazy, making him so hard at night he couldn't be satisfied with his own hand he had to have you... so now he sat there looking up at you, watching as tears filled your eyes and your bare thighs were exposed.

Daryl grinned at your reaction, slowly standing up so he was towering over you. You looked scared, eyes filled with worry now as he made his way over to you. He was face to face with you now, you could feel his breath on his face and his eyes full of something... it wasn't anger, wasn't sadness, something in between yet not anywhere near.

"Ya' know, I do hate you Y/N" He says simply, making your bottom lip tremble as your tears finally escape your eyes. You knew it but it still hurt. "Ya' wanna know why or are you going to cry like the little bitch you are?"

His words took you back, this was a new all-time low for Daryl but for some reason, his words flew straight to your core and you had to press your legs together to ignore it. You stayed silent, not really knowing if you wanted to know or not but you had a feeling you had no choice. Daryl was going to tell you and all you could do was listen. You're breath hitched, wiping your tears with your sleeve as you watch him go to speak.

"I think yer stupid, and annoying, and a fucking worthless bitch who shouldn't have made it this far." His words shot bullet holes in your heart. "We shoulda left you where we found you. Ya bring no good into this group, you only hold us back."

You let out a sob, your heart quite literally being torn apart but you were still so needy all at once. You were used to mean, you were used to hurt but this felt nowhere close to what you've experienced before. You had gotten more frustrated simply because you still liked Daryl, you honestly would give anything for him to kiss you and it made your lips burn with need. It felt like your head was going to explode, being degraded and loving every second of it was something you never thought you would be thinking at this moment.

"Ya wanna know something else..." Daryl whispered, taking his hand and pushing your hair back out of your face as tears streamed down your face. He then lifted your chin to force you to look at him. "It's annoying how you act all innocent... prancing around in short shorts with your tits hanging out, acting like you aren't just trying to get fucked."

You look into his blue eyes, trembling as you feel his hand placed on your chin. You didn't realize how close you had gotten to him, how your body was almost pressed against his as he degraded you. You let a couple of soft whimpers out, feeling as Daryl wiped a tear away from your eye as he bites his lip.

"Ain't that right hm? All ya ever really wanted was to get fucked, just wanted to be used?" He spit out, you let out a soft moan as he continued to rest his hand on your chin, his heat filling your body. "want me to fuck ya?"

Your eyes widened, feeling like you were in a dream and you would wake up at any moment. You looked between his eyes and mouth as he spoke, his lips feeling like the only thing that could dull this heat inside of you. You nodded softly, biting your lip as you watched his mouth grow into a smirk. You expected him to place a soft kiss on your lips as he bent down to connect your lips, but you were met with a sharp pain in your left cheek. You gasped, not knowing what happened but then realized Daryl had smacked you. He didn't smack you too hard but it was enough to leave you in shock.

"wh..." You went to say but Daryl grabbed your throat roughly, it was a firm grip but not enough to hurt you.

"Use yer words... or are you too dumb for that?" He spits out, his words making your legs wobble slightly.

You felt lightheaded, you felt dizzy, you felt completely content in where you were right now. It was a crazy feeling, a feeling that was so intense it made you want to cry. You sniffled, clearing your throat so you could respond but the words were stuck in your throat. Daryl's eyes looked down on you with impatience, his teeth softly clenched as he waited for your words, the words he knew were hard for you to say.

"I...umm" You stuttered, lips quivering. "I want you.. to fuck me" You stated

Sex was new to you still, especially now since sex was the last thing on your mind half the time. This kind of sex, however, rough and mean sex was completely new to you. You weren't sure what to do or how to do it, do you mean back or do you just let it happen and enjoy the ride? You trusted Daryl though, no matter how mean he was to you, you still knew he wouldn't hurt you. Daryl smirked down at you, his rough hand still grasping onto your soft neck.

Daryl only knew hard sex, he'd never been in love or wanted to be in love so he was going to fuck you the only way he knew. He bent down to your lips, softly lingering above yours. You tried to reach up and touch his lips to yours but his hand on your neck kept you in place. Instead, he placed his lips on your nose, then your forehead then everywhere on your face but your lips. You were melting, just one kiss and you would be happy... you begged for just one kiss.

"How 'bout ya get in the tent hm?" He finally said after teasing you with his lips. "I'll be in, in a minute."

Daryl smirked down at you, letting go of your neck which was the only thing supporting your body right now. You looked surprised but also irritated as he teased you and not made you get into the tent. You huffed, rolling your eyes as you stomped into the tent. Daryl chuckled as you pouted, watching you stomp your feet to the tent. Daryl turned around and finished his fire poking, keeping it heated, making you wait.

You were pouting in the tent, arms crossed as you waited for him to come in. You couldn't sit still, you pressed your thighs together and tried to touch yourself through your jeans but nothing helped the ache. You were suddenly so hot, feeling like your skin was melting off in the small tent so you decided to take your shirt off and let the cool air consume it. You slowly started to tear each of your clothes off until you were only in your underwear and bra, you were about to take your bra off but Daryl had ripped through the tent and saw you. He was taken aback as he saw your bare body, not expecting it and it made him crazy.

You sat there like a deer in headlights as he stared down at you, hands suddenly laying at your thighs as you were just on your knees. Daryl's hand shook, wanting nothing more than to pounce on you already but he wanted to wait... he needed to wait. He got down on your level, the tent too small for him to stand in. He reached his hand out to your shoulder, placing his hand on it and slowly pulling down your bra strap. His touch made you shiver, goosebumps forming on your skin as he slowly undressed you or undressed what you had on still.

"You might be dumb..." He stated, bring his lips to your neck. "But you sure are fucking sexy..."

He then attacked your neck, giving you sloppy kisses on your skin as you softly moaned at his action. His other hand placed on your older shoulder and ripped your other bra strap down, attacking that side of your neck next. Your hands wandered his body, trying to pull him closer to you as you wanted him to touch you further. His soft lips sucked on your sensitive skin, making you squirm underneath his grasp.

"mm.. fuck.." You moaned out, causing Daryl to go crazy. He couldn't hold back himself anymore, he couldn't tease you or degrade you anymore. He needed you.

"Fuck it..." Daryl said, stopping his movements and lying down on his back.

You watched him wide as, watching as he pulled his pants down to his ankles and how his cock sprang out freely. Your mouth watered almost, wanting nothing more than to such him off and watch him unravel on your tongue. Daryl rubbed himself a bit, trying to have some friction while he waited for you. You forgot what you were doing at first, you're mind completely going blank as you watched him touch himself.

You were slightly worried, Daryl was big... a lot bigger than you thought he would be. You felt a bit nervous about how’d he fit, you were quite small, well at least a lot smaller than Daryl. Daryl continued rubbing himself up and down, watching you shiver at the thought of him being inside you. He could see how nervous you had gotten, how shy you had suddenly become as your thighs squeezed together.

"You okay?" He asked, pulling you out of your thoughts and back to his blue eyes. "We can stop, pretend this didn't happen." He reassures, placing a hand on your arm comfortably.

You gave him a small smile, moving your body on top of his. You replaced his hand with your own as you slowly jerked him off, watching his mouth part open in surprise as you did so. Your sudden confidence was a huge turn-on for Daryl, causing him to become unbelievably hard under your grasp. This is what Daryl wanted from you, he wanted you to stop acting innocent and take what you wanted. You were meek and shy, you simply doing this was so out of character.

"You want me to stop?" You ask, watching Daryl grow harder as you stroked his cock up and down.

Daryl shot you a soft smile, pulling you down to connect your lips to his. It was hard, rough, and filled with passion. The feeling of your hand on his cock, the taste of your lips, and the feeling of your weight on top of him. He needed you, needed to see you bouncing on top of him as he ripped you open. He wanted to see the pain and pleasure wash over you until you went as crazy as he is at this moment, he would give the world just to see it.

"Fuck no... god..." He moaned out, as your hand's pace picked up. "Ride my cock sweet girl... wanna see how dirty you can get." He teased me.

You giggled at his words, but they went all to your core at once. A wave of slick escaped your cunt, dripping over Daryl's thighs. You gave into his needs, but you did it ever so carefully. You moved your waist to hover over his throbbing cock, his tip ever so slightly rubbing between your slit. You teased him slightly, almost putting his tip inside you but slipping it out once again. You could tell he was growing frustrated, you can see him hold back his urge to push you down on his cock. You could get off on this, his head softly massaging your cunt and his thrust up when it had reached your clit. You continued this movement, teasing him softly but in reality, it felt too good for you.

"Gonna get yourself in trouble if you keep it up..." He moaned out, moving his hands to your hips. His hands helped you move your body back and forth, the head of his cock nuzzling between your slits.

"feels so good..." You whisper, biting your lip softly. "The least you can do for being an a..." You forgot who you were with, the person who never lets you finish your sentence.

You were cut off by Daryl taking your hips, pushing them down until his cock was damn near bottomed out inside you. You let out a gasp, hunching over so your nails were dug into his chest. It hurt, it felt like you were being ripped open... but it sent a strange pain throughout your body. Inside of rejecting his cock, your body welcomed it, almost as if it's what you needed this entire time. You shook slightly, the head of his cock already hitting your g spot as you stayed still. Your body was still getting used to it, but every bone of your body craved you to move your hips. Daryl chuckled softly as your eyes prickled with tears and your string of curses filled the tent.

"Told ya... dumb slut never listens" Daryl spit out, sitting up so your hands could balance on his shoulders.

He didn't give you time to say anything else, he took it upon himself to help you get used to him. He thrusted his hips up, creating more pain/pleasure that coursed through your body. It was a delicious stink, creating screams like moans that flowed off your tongue. His hips started off slow, obviously not that much of an asshole to completely overwhelm your senses. He placed one hand on our waist, going between hard thrusts and rolling his hips to try to ease the sting.

After a few thrusts though, you get used to his cock stuffing your cunt and you feel yourself getting eager. You start to move your hips a little with his, your hips going against his own hips because you were so cock hungry you couldn't help yourself. Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving moon-shaped cuts along them. Your head threw itself back, letting Daryl fuck you harshly as you just enjoyed the ride. You would be surprised if your moans didn't attract walkers or raiders... they were almost screams at this point.

"Gonna fuck the dumb slut out of you... huh?" He started, moving his hand up to your hair and pulling it down to look at him. "Ain't that right... gonna fuck this pussy until that stupid little brain of yours start working.."

His hand in your hair forced you to look at him, his eyes blown out as he fucked your cunt so harshly, you couldn't help but drool. You shook slightly, something inside you snapped as you watched him huff and puff. Your hips suddenly had a mind of their own, they start rolling against his roughly, your eyes on his the entire time as you fuck yourself on his cock. You couldn't help it, your stomach burned and your cunt ached as you so badly wanted to get off. Your thrusts were rough, overpowering daryls at this point.

Daryl was taken back by this action, his hips starting to slow down as you created your own pace and your own way of fucking him. Daryl's hands rested on your hips though, helping you set a pace that felt good for the both of you but also let you take complete control. He never knew how pretty you could be, I mean of course he thought you were hot as fuck but he would never describe you as pretty... until now. The way you took him deep inside of you, the way your cunt clenched around him... maybe those were factors of why his view of you changed but maybe it went further than that.

Your thighs burned, your cunt ached, and your frustration grew. You so desperately wanted to get off, so your thrust was all over the place. You would start harder and deeper then your stamina would weaken, your thrusts turning slow and drawn out. It felt like it was happening on a loop, your frustration getting the best of you. Daryl's hands do a decent job setting your pace, but not enough to actually do anything. Daryl enjoyed this though, watching your frustration grow as you greedily tried to get off.

"Fuck... Daryl..." You groaned out, you couldn't even form words at this point. His cock hitting so deep inside you, it affects your speech. "please... I can't..."

Daryl grinned, hearing your pleas but basking in them. He brushed your hair from your face, loving the sight of your tears flowing down your face due to frustration and pleasure. He watched as you glistened in the moonlight, your skin beet red and your body soaked with sweat. Your hips slowed, still rocking back and forth but the pain in your hips felt unbearable now. You gave Daryl a pleading look, hoping he'd just be nice to you and give you what you wanted.

Daryl wasn't nice though, you knew this when you came into this. Daryl had disgusting things in mind for you, things that would leave you bruised and bloody. Daryl didn't know what nice was, especially when it came to fucking a "dumb slut". You fluttered your eyes at Daryl, your eyes telling him everything you wanted from him.

"What?" He asked, acting completely oblivious to what you wanted. "Can the dumb slut not get herself off? hmm..." He teased me.

You gulped down a comeback, afraid if you do he won't give you what you want. Daryl grinned, taking the hand in your hair and slowly moving it to your throat until it was wrapped around it. He gripped it hard, bringing your face down to meet him as he applied pressure to it.

"You are really that fucking stupid huh... Jesus christ." He spit out, watching you squirm above him, his cock still nestled deep inside you. "Fucking useless.."

You loved every second of his torment, of his degradation, of his anger. In one swift moment, Daryl threw you down onto the rough tent floor. You moaned softly, his cock being yanked out of your mouth and leaving you empty. Daryl wasn't done, he grabbed you roughly and set you on your hands and knees.

"I gotta do everything for you... too fucking stupid to do anything for yourself." He said, pushing your back down as he held your ass up. "Can't even ride a fucking cock right..."

Daryl rubbed your ass gently, watching you grip the blanket that was laid down for a makeshift bed. He dragged his fingers down your slit, feeling your throbbing cunt but dragging them back up to your ass. He could get off right now, cumming all over your back and drenching you with cum, seeing you like this just did that to him. He laid his hand flat down on your ass, putting it back high and then slamming it down on your bare ass.

You gasped, being shot forward as he spanked you. You weren't expecting it, the pain of the smack shooting through your veins and suddenly you wanted him to do it again. Never in your sexual life have you ever been spanked or slapped or degraded, it was something you could get used to. Daryl placed his hand on the red print on your ass, rubbing it softly as he watched your reaction to it. He knew it was foreign to you and he wanted to make sure you didn't have any objections to what he was doing. He leaned down slowly, kissing behind your ear and whispering into your ear.

"Are ya' still okay? We can stop now..." He wanted to hurt you but in the most pleasant and consensual way.

You took a minute to get a response, not because you had any second thoughts about what was happening. No, the silence was because you knew this would change you forever. This wouldn't just be a crush anymore, it would be more real. Even if Daryl just wanted a quick fuck, you would look at him differently whether you wanted to or not. If he did just want a quick fuck, you would feel as though you have been led on... because you did like him, and if that's all he wanted then it would break your heart. You look up at Daryl, watching as he gives you soft kisses on your back and neck. Fuck it...

"Again...." You whispered out, his eyes surprised you even said anything. He thought he was being too much, that he was going too far. He had no idea you were enjoying this as much as he did...

You felt too good right now for him to stop now, your stomach completely tensed up and your cunt fluttered around nothing. You needed him in the most disgusting way possible Daryl didn't see a single twinkle of doubt in your eyes, you knew what you wanted and you wanted him to give it to you. Daryl smiled at you, not a shit-eating grin or that stupid smirk... an actual smile.

Daryl raised the hand on your ass again, bringing it down roughly on your ass. You shot forward again, feeling your cunt tighten around nothing once more. Daryl waited once again for you to come back to him before he did it once more. The smacks got faster and harder, each one sending more amounts of pleasure through your body and bringing you closer to the edge. Your moans only fueled the fire in the diary, wanting nothing more than to completely destroy you.

After a couple more smacks, Daryl lined himself up behind you. This time he would be a bit nicer, slowly inching himself in and letting your tight cunt adjust to him. He watched your mouth open slightly, eyes squeezed shut, hands gripping onto anything they could find. Daryl rubbed your back with his free hand, slowly pushing himself into you until he was completely inside of you. Each inch you took made your eyes roll into your eyes and your toes curl.

Daryl started his thrusts slowly, watched you come undone on his cock already and he was just getting started. He watched as the coil in your stomach snapped and felt it when your walls fluttered around him, your liquid coating his cock. He fucked you through your first orgasm, picking up his pace when you couldn't feel your cunt flutter around his cock anymore. Daryl was Edgar to cum but also to make you cum over and over until you couldn't say anything else but his name.

"Fuck... such a tight fucking pussy..." He moaned out, grabbing your hips and shoving them down on his cock. "Could fuck this thing all day.... use you like my own fucktoy."

You could feel another wave of pleasure hit you, the coil in your stomach tightening once again. Daryl was rough with his thrust now, shoving himself into you before pulling all the way back and then slamming back in. It felt so good, making your entire body feel like it was on fire in the most pleasant way. Suddenly, not even 2 minutes after your first orgasm... You felt the coil snap once again, soaking Daryl's cock for a second time.

Daryl didn't slow down, just went harder as you screamed out as you came... hard. He gripped your hips roughly, leaving bruises on them most likely. You went completely limp, allowing him to use you exactly in the way he wanted to. You were exhausted, after two orgasms only minutes away from each other and working on your third one...You were completely worn out and wanting nothing more than another orgasm. Daryl watched you go limp, your ass having to be held up by him now.

"Come on baby...." He moaned, grabbing your arms and pulling you flush against him. "Gonna make me cum... gonna cum all over that fucking pretty ass of yours..."

His words only make your cunt tighten around his cock. You were standing on your knees in front of him, your knees digging into the tent floor as your head leaned back on his shoulder. You looked up at him with tired eyes, face bright red and your eyes leaking tears. You watched his face contort every time he thrusted, his lip being brought between his teeth and his eyes fluttering closed. He was beautiful, every muscle of his stomach placed on your back, his cock deep inside you, and his face looked to be sculpted by gods themselves.

Daryl's moans got louder, his cock twitched slightly and you could feel he was close just by the way he gripped onto your arms. You tried your best to fuck yourself back onto him as his thrusts became sloppy, wanting to fuck him through his own orgasm. Daryl was so close, his bruising grip on your arms as he pulled you closer and closer to him. You were right there next to him, your third orgasm already coursing through your stomach as you so desperately tried to help get you both off.

"daryl..." was the only thing you could get out, the other dirty words you had in mind getting lost in your throat as a particularly harsh thrust caused the coil in your stomach to burst open.

You shook violently as you came once again on his cock but you could only enjoy it for only seconds before Daryl let go of your arms, causing you to fall harshly onto the tent floor. You groaned, your orgasm still coursing through your body as you felt the ache of being dropped on the floor. You looked back to see why Daryl had done what he did, seeing that he was stroking his cock roughly. You watched as he came on your ass and back, his O face looking like something from your dreams.

You couldn't be mad now, not that you were able to see him in his high. When he finished covering you in his cum, he collapsed next to you. He breathed heavily as if he had just run a marathon and all you could do was watch him in awe. You would touch yourself to the thought of him, but nothing could've prepared you for how pretty he looked while doing it. He was on another planet at this moment, not even in this world as he recovered from his orgasm.

"fuck..." He said, his voice raspy and thick with exhaustion. "You're gonna be a problem..."

Daryl knew he shouldn't have done this, he should've just let you leave.... he should've just told you to leave in the first place. He knew once he had you vulnerable, ass up and ready for him to fuck you... he wouldn't be able to resist. He knew you'd become like a drug to him, he wanted to continue to hate you and live both of your lives separately, away from each other. There was just something about you, something about you that not only made his cock twitch but his heart. He always had a soft spot for you, he hated it.

You were still on your knees, back covered in his cum and the top half of you smushed against the ground. You just watched him come down from his high, not responding to him as he slowly came to his senses. Daryl looks back over at you, seeing you in a very uncomfortable position and sticky...

"Here..." He said, sitting up and finding a discarded rag that was always in his tent.

You slowly sat up on your knees, taking the rag he had handed to you. You smiled, nodding softly as to thank him simply because your voice box was damn near broken from screaming. You reached behind you, taking the rag and wiping him off of you. Daryl started getting some blankets together to make a bed for the both of you, hoping that wasn't crossing a line for you... as if he didn't just fuck the shit out of you. You struggled to get the entirety of your back, Daryl noticed this as he was setting down blankets.

Without saying a word, Daryl took the rag from you and gently wiped your back off. You hummed softly as he did so, the warmth of his hands making you feel giddy once again. You wanted to say something, anything just to get him talking again. His voice always makes you feel right at home, even if most of the time he was a dickhead to you.

"You know.." You said, voice coming out as a whisper. "I've never done something like this before..."

You looked back at him, his eyes focused on your back as he tried to make sure you were cleaned all the way off. Daryl knew, he knew you were the innocent type, that's why he was so intrigued with you. He smirked softly up at you, seeing how messy your hair was and how your tears were now stained on your face created a deep lust inside of him.

"I know..." He responded, going back to cleaning your back.

"You know?" You asked, knowing you looked innocent but how could he tell you haven't been railed like this before?

Daryl chuckled softly, throwing the rag somewhere in the room when he was done and then smacking your thigh softly to tell you to move yourself. You did what he wanted, sitting on your butt as you watched what he wanted you to do next. Daryl bit his lip, tossing you one of his shirts that was going to be big on you. You assumed he wanted it for you.

"You never do what you're told... Lay down." He started, watching you lay down like he told you to do. He smirked softly before continuing. "and you have only been with skinny 20-year-olds who probably went to some college for rich assholes.."

Daryl pulls his own clothes on before lying down next to you. He wrapped a blanket around the two of you, letting you lay on his chest as he did so. What Daryl was saying was very true, you had never been with a man his age or really any man that acted like him. You weren't the adventurous type, you were okay with vanilla sex and scheduled quickies. It was easy that way, easier to explain the age gap, and easier to digest the PDA. You didn't know if you could go back to that now, after 3 mind-blowing orgasms and the delicious size of Daryl... you could see yourself chasing this for the rest of your life.

"Maybe... I'd like to... uh..." You started, sighing softly. "I'd like to do this again though... I think I want to do it with you many times."

Your words felt jumbled, not making any sense. Daryl knew though, he knew what you were saying even if your words felt confusing. Daryl rubbed your arm softly with his thumb, thinking about what a life with you would be like. Waking up every day to a naked young woman in his bed, soft skin, and doe eyes for the rest of his existence with you... Even if he could only have you in the bedroom, he would move the sun and stars just for it. He nodded softly, looking back down at you as you lulled yourself to sleep on his chest.

"Yeah... think I'd like that too," he whispered.

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rhiannonsknife · 26 days ago

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Can I be “🐶” if it’s not taken?

I just. Thinking about having a secret relationship with Shauna in the woods, and after Jackie dies, Shauna pulls you away so much more now to fuck you to get her anger and sadness outs bending you over where she cuts the meat and fucking you with her fingers while she says the meanest things but then she holds you and whispers out thank you while she kisses you 🫣

yes of course!! welcome 🐶 anon! <3 nsfw content below. mdni.

shauna changed, after jackie died. you all did, of course. but out of everyone out there, you saw it in your girlfriend the most.

first came the sadness; shauna started pulling away. she became distant, merely a spectator, who would only ever speak if spoken to. and even then, her answers would be short, hardly ever longer than just a few words. most of the other girls gave up on talking to her at all.

then came the anger.

shauna seemed on edge constantly, snapped over minor issues, and even laid hands on lottie. no one bothered to even try after that. no one but you.

you wanted to help her out of this. sure, she was grieving more than you could ever imagine. she had every right to. but you refused to lose her to this lingering sadness. you refused to let her lose herself in it.

at first, you thought it was just anger. a raw, unrelenting storm, constantly brewing beneath her surface, one that just needed somewhere to go. and you'd been there, by her side, when no one else dared. you told yourself that you were helping her. you told yourself it would be enough.

then, one night, as she dragged you away from the others, her grip firm and her expression unreadable, the truth became undeniable: her tension, her rage; it had morphed into something else entirely. something that wasn't just anger, but want. it was in the way shauna’s eyes darkened when she looked at you that night, the way her breathing hitched as her fingers curled tighter around your wrist. and then she kissed you, hard and desperate, as if she could somehow purge the emotions threatening to consume her through you.

so, you found a way for her to cope; a way for shauna to let all that anger out somehow, even if it was just momentarily. that was how it started.

it wasn't gentle, what you had with her. it wasn't the soft intimacy you'd once known with her before the crash. it was rough, frantic, something that left your lips bruised and your mind spinning. you didn't ask why she needed this from you. you knew already. you could see it in the way her body trembled as her hands gripped your hips, in the way she clung to you afterward like you were the only thing tethering her to this world: this was her escape. her way of feeling alive when everything else felt so suffocatingly dead.

and you let her take it, every single time. you let shauna take you.

now is one of those times. you were supposed to help shauna prepare the food, but you could sense in the way her fingers trembled around the handle of the knife that she was holding back something.

out here, there always seems to be a reason to feel upset, and these days, everything gets to her.

so, after a moment of watching her guide the knife, you reach for it. shauna pauses mid-motion, exhaling a long sigh.

“i can do this” she mutters without looking up at you. her grip remains tight.

“i know you can” you reply, the tips of your fingers brushing over her scarred knuckles. you sense the moment shauna’s breath hitches. you’re standing close enough to her to feel it, one hand on hers, the other lingering by her waist through the thick layer of clothing. “let me help” you whisper, your warm breath against the back of her neck sending shivers down her spine.

what happens next is all a blur: one moment you’re standing behind her, the next shauna is pushing you against the surface and bends you over it. just like that, the roles are reversed. she’s unbuckling your pants before you know it, the cold air hitting your thighs.

your bite your lip so the others won’t hear it when shauna spits on her fingers before she sinks them into you. there’s no gentle foreplay, no preparation (not that it would be necessary; you were already soaked by the time you joined her, knowing what she’d end up doing). it’s just you, shauna, and the two lubed up fingers she sinks into you deep.

“fuck-“ you sputter, your grip tightening over the edge of the surface your upper body is pressed up against. “shauna”

shauna is relentless. you can tell from the way she’s fucking you that she needed it; the way she slams her hips forward in sync with her fingers, the way she groans when she first sinks into you as though she could actually feel the fluttering of your cunt around her.

she hushes you instantly when you moan out her name. it’s not that she doesn’t like to hear you -she does- but the fact that she doesn’t want the others to know what you two get up to. at this rate, you’re pretty sure some of them suspect it already, given the amount of times you sneak off together, or the glances they shoot your way when you return. either way, it doesn’t matter when shauna is inside you.

she leans forward enough so that her mouth is right by your ear, simultaneously pulling you by the hair, causing your back to arch in a beautiful bend.

shauna grunts your name as she scissors her fingers apart, then pushes them in deeper. “fuck you’re so wet” she mutters harshly, her free hand absentmindedly trailing over the swell of your ass. you can’t see it, but her eyes are fixated on where your arousal is dripping down from between your legs, staining her to the wrist.

“bet you wanted this, huh?” she pants. “bet you only came out here because you needed to get fucked”

that’s another thing about her; she’s rarely nice to you whenever you have sex. embarrassingly enough, you don’t even want her to. you want shauna to have an outlet for her anger. you want her to have her way with you however she wants it. besides, she does have a point. you did come out in the cold, knowing where it would go.

“mhm” is all you can manage as your eyes roll back in your head. you try to be quiet but even your noise of agreement comes out as a desperate cry. “shut up” shauna demands, her free hand coming up to slam over your mouth. at least, you can moan more or less freely now, with all of your sounds stifled by her palm. “fuck, just shut up”

it’s always like this, but it doesn’t last forever.

when shauna is done with you, and she’s pulled your pants back into place (leaving you with no other choice but to walk around with your ruined underwear for the rest of the day), she’s surprisingly tender. for all the lack of foreplay, shauna will make sure to give you the aftercare you deserve:

“thank you” she whispers as she adjusts your pants from behind, her nose brushing the nape of your neck. occasionally, she’ll kiss you there too, still repeating the words “thank you” like a prayer.

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amoristt · 1 year ago

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anon: can you write a ghost x reader fic about y/n being wrongfully accused of being a spy and she makes a run for it and ghost finds her? YESSSS . LOVE ITTTT

-as always comments/reblogs are appreciated! - wanna tip me? heres my kofi!

The Accused | Simon "Ghost" Riley/Reader

- Heavy footsteps, the air thick, the wall in front of you even thicker. Never did you think that beige wallpaper would be such an obstacle in your way as the echoing sound of footsteps gain on you. The door is shut tight, but the room is still under construction and lacks any furniture to help barricade you in. There isn't even a fucking closet for you to hide in. The only thing other than light brown plank flooring and a door with a half-painted white frame, was a window overlooking a yard.

It was roughly a five-story drop- too high to continue your run unscathed, but at this point, you've got some pretty heavy options to weigh. On one hand, potentially cut your life short, on the other, get caught and dragged out fighting.

Not that it would be much of a fight. You didn't even have time to grab your gun or knife before you made your escape.

Your heart aches. This wasn't right. While you weren't sure what dirt Shepherd had on you, what documents had been falsified as evidence of your alleged 'treason', but whatever they were they must have been pretty damn convincing to have Graves up in arms almost instantaneously. Tears bite at your eyes- had been since you first ran, but now they were heavier. Angrier. You wipe them harshly and red blotches bubble at your cheeks.

Shaking, you bring your radio to your lips. You can't hear them, but they can surely hear you, switched to a different station so you couldn't use their chatter to work around them.

"Please," you damn near sob. "Please, there's a mistake. There's been a fucking mistake, I haven't done anything. You really think I'd do this to you guys of all people?"

Grave answers your pleads like a poison, settling deep into your lungs, replacing all the air in its wake.

"Enough running. Come out and no one has to get hurt."

There was no use in arguing, you realized. They would never hear of it- not the people that truly mattered when it came to imprisonment, anyways. Even if you could convince your humble squad of your innocence, it would never hold up in the end. Besides that, by the way Graves spoke to you, the way he had looked at you, like you were a fucking bug that needed squashing, told you all you needed to know when it came to fighting against Shepherd's allegations.

You knew, ultimately, that running wasn't going to exactly help your case, but you didn't know what else to do. It felt like everyone had turned against you in a moment. You hadn't even had time to process anything. One moment you were joking with your crew, and Graves scampered off the take a rather important call.

Shepherd, was all he had said before disappearing.

And god, when he came back, red-faced and tense, the accusations poured.

Soap tried to defend you. Ghost fought to question, to figure out what the fuck was happening, but the supposed 'evidence' was apparently damning enough to convince Graves through and through that you were a spy.

A rat.

Ghost's voice, laced with desperation and confusion, when Graves began to 'explain' your betrayal haunted you. More so than the act of being accused of treason, even. You just stared at him, past that skull mask, into those familiar dark eyes. Even now, as you ran for what could possibly be your life, that half-hidden expression was all you could see.

The moment Graves brought up arresting you, and even moved to try and grab you, your brain damn near malfunctioned. Your body reacted on its own.

You fucking ran.

Though you weren't sure how someone had found you, this was the position you were in now. The curtains blew out with the breeze, soft and inviting, almost like it was beckoning your jump. They unfurl before you like great wings, and you stare down at the green grass below. You'd surely be crippled by this fall. If not that, it could very well kill you.

Your heart seizes, your lungs struggle to take in air as panic begins to sets in like vines creeping over your nerves. For a moment, you freeze. There was no other way out.

But then there's a slam on the door behind you, so great that the frame creaks and sharp chunks of wood launch off and scatter onto the floor around you. You flinch and your body once again takes priority over your mind, tossing your leg over the sill and swallowing hard. You're going to have to make the jump for it.

You heave yourself up and over, planting your feet flat on the sill, your entire body shaking with both fear of the leap and the deeper issue at present. One hand braces against the top of the window, the other covering your mouth.

Behind you, the door bursts open. Wood splints and tears as it slams into the wall.

"Enough!" A voice shouts, thick with accent and heavy breaths. "You're going to break every damn bone in your body."

You can practically feel Ghost's gun pointed straight at you. You cringe.

Would he pull the trigger?

"Might as well do it now before someone else does trying to beat a confession out of me that'll never fucking come." You didn't mean for your voice to carry so sharp, so laced with the pain and hurt of being hunted by your own friends.

By Ghost, of all people.

How could he be so fucking blind after everything you'd been through together? You wanted to reach out and smack him upside the head. You'd patched each other up more times than you could count, you trusted him with your life, he'd trusted you with his.

Or so, you had always thought.

But the way he's looking at you has to second guessing.

But, ultimately, you knew the game at play. He was a good soldier- the best. He was a former lone wolf, distrustful to his core. You'd worked so fucking hard to get close with him and now it was all crumbling down. Even if you stayed and explained yourself, there would be no point. You would be arrested, processed, thrown in jail labeled a traitor to your country and more people than not would be celebrating it. You'd never see the light of day- shackled and stuffed into a prison so far off the map that God himself would struggle to find you.

And you would be damned if you were going to just sit there and accept your fate. Even if it meant you appeared just as guilty as Shepherd had painted you. You just needed to get away for a bit, collect yourself, and have the time to figure out what the hell was going on. But it seemed that was never in the cards for you.

The ground below looks menacing, but more forgiving than the fate that awaits you.

You can hear Ghost taking heavy steps forward, and you wonder why he hasn't just come up and ripped you from that sill already.

"Get down," He barks, and you shake at the tone, refusing to look back at him. Defiance shines through as you refuse to climb down.

"I'm not going down for something I didn't do!" Exasperated, your knuckles whitening with your iron grip. It takes what feels like eons to prepare for gravity to play its course, but in reality, it's been mere seconds. You try to force down air through the boulder in your throat.

For a moment, everything stills. You knew the outcome that was bound to come to this. You knew, deep down in your heart, that your fate was not a good one at this point. Either you die on impact, or you'd be wheeled into the interrogation room on a stretcher. That alone makes your skin crawl- interrogation. Knowing you had not a single detail to offer despite the amount of 'tactics' that would be used on you... The torture would essentially be never-ending.

You were well and truly fucked.

"I have to do this." You try to keep your voice level, but it betrays you. You hear Ghost suck in a sharp breath, the sound of his gear shifting. At this point, you don't even care if he shot you. At least you'd die with the person you loved.

"You don't." Ghost's voice is quieter, closer. Now you can really hear it- the sadness. The desolation. It wracks you to your very core.

With a hasty glance over your shoulder, you take in the sight of him. Maybe the last sight of him you'll ever get the chance to see. His looming figure stands feet away, gun still fixated on you. He looks defeated. Or, perhaps, torn. Riding that fence and teetering on the edge between believing you or hauling your ass back to Shepherd kicking and screaming.

Tears well in your eyes when realize his finger isn't even on the trigger. You nod at him sadly.

"I do."

And then, you give yourself to gravity. For a split second, you're weightless. Without much family back home, you found yourself thinking about your squad. How would Soap react? Gaz, or Price? Would they try to find your innocence, or would they take your cowardly actions at face value? Would Graves struggle with the weight of your life if he discovered his manhunt had been unwarranted?

Would Ghost be okay after firsthand witnessing such an awful, selfish act?

Would he ever forgive you?

With a sickening crack, your body slams into the brick wall of the building and you're left dangling in place. Your shoulder screams as you hang, and when you snap your attention toward the searing pain, you see two large hands grasped tight at your wrist and elbow.

"Damn it!"

Ghost's voice reaches you like a bullet had been ripped through your chest. He'd caught you, holding fast and unrelenting. You tried to fight, struggling against him, trying to reach up and pry those fingers away but they didn't budge.

It was over. You'd been caught. You were going to fucking prison and forever labeled a traitor to your country and everyone you ever knew. Everyone you ever fought with, and for, would remember you as a rat. A stain on the fabric of the U.S. Army.

"Let go!" You cry, feeling yourself reeling back into that room with Ghost's unwavering grip. "Just let go!"

Ghost grunts a sharp no before you're hauled up, into the room, and held fast by his arms caging you against him. He crushes you to himself, fingers near digging bruises into your skin and he's shaking you realize. Tears well up and flush past your waterlines, disappearing into the cloth of his gear. You haphazardly beat on his chest with a loosely formed fist.

"They're gonna fucking kill me" You sob. "It's not me, I didn't do anything."

You feel Ghost's arms leave you, and you realize now is when you'll have to surrender. You'll have to hang your head low and saunter away and into the clutches of the armies worst. You're crying into your hands now, not caring what you look like. Not caring this was the first time Ghost had ever truly seen you cry. And god, did you cry.

"Simon, please, I didn't do anything. It wasn't me!"

He's silent as he watches you fall apart right in front of him. Though he uncurls his arms from your shaking frame, he doesn't back away, looking down at you, like he's unsure of what to do. Unsure of what to believe anymore. As you press your forehead to his shoulder, your legs threaten to give out from underneath you.

"Why is this happening." Your voice escapes you as a whimper, broken up with sharp, painful breaths. "What could I have done for someone to do this to me of all people? I know I'm not a saint, but,-" Finally you look up at him, babbling. "Fuck, what do I do?"

Ghost's eyes narrow as he watches you, taking in every word. He places his hands on your shoulders, the first familiar gesture you've felt yet.

"You think you've been framed?" He asks, tone cool despite the waves of emotions in his eyes. You nod.

"That's the only explanation I can think of, but why? I would never do this to my country, my home." You flicker your eyes up to his own. "I would never do this to you."

You can see him trying to work it all out in his brain. Weighing the evidence he'd been presented with versus the fact that he fucking knew you. Knew you like the back of his hand, knew you without even having to think about it. He knew you as he knew himself, and he just knew you wouldn't do this.

"So what is it then." He starts harshly, so terribly confused it brings about anger, like he needs the answer right now because he doesn't know what to do next and time is running thin.

Shaking your head, you shrug. "I don't know. I just-... I know that there's something going on here. Maybe by mistake, maybe intentionally, I don't know. But I didn't fucking do anything."

Ghost digests your words. You continue.

"I just need time to figure it out and I don't have it. I've got 141 and god fucking forbid, the Shadow's coming for this at this point." your face falls. "...Did anyone try to defend me after I left...?"

Ghost stiffens and swallows hard. You nod, laugh hoarsely. Of course.

"It was fast. There wasn't time to think." He offers. It made sense. You wondered what would have happened if anyone found you up here. If it had been Soap, or Gaz. Or Graves.

His eyes are softer now, his breathing leveling. Surely he's made a choice, but you aren't sure of which. You pray it's in your favor, that he realizes that this is you you're talking about. You pray he remembers all the time, the trust. As you watch him, like he's miles away from you, you can't help but notice him staring at you like you're just mere arms reach away.

Like you'd never left his arms at all, actually. Still flush against him a crying mess of pleads and hurt.

"Ghost, how copy?" Grave's voice pipes up from Ghost's radio.

You still. Ghost lingers a moment, like he doesn't want to answer, his eyes dart from his radio and then back to you, and you press your lips into a tight line.

Don't fucking answer it, your mind begs. Don't do this to me.

When Graves repeats himself, urgently this time, Ghost drags the radio begrudgingly up his clothed lips. Mouth running dry, hands shaking, you take a step back.

'Please,' You mouth. Ghost shakes his head and refuses to meet your gaze.

He was going to turn you in, after all.

He was a good soldier.

You, in that moment, recall the moments you spend side by side with this man. This scary, intimidating man, that you'd found comfort in. The person you plucked from the litter and thought to yourself, this one.

And he hadn't wanted you in. You bulldozed your way through until he found himself picking you out in crowds, remembering all those little things about you that no one else seemed to give a damn about. Waiting for you in the morning, sharing his thoughts and time.

You had always hoped, in another world, you two could enjoy life without all the pain together. A life outside of the army.

Surely, it would have been enough.

Face downcast, you hear him take a breath to speak.

"Clear." He says. "No sign."

There was no stopping the tears that spilled down your cheeks at that moment, mouth covered to muffle yourself, crouching down as your knees shook.

"Sonofa bitch! Regroup back at point A." Graves says with a sigh.

"Copy." Ghost says quickly, shoving his radio back into his belt. He takes a knee in front of you, and his hands cup the side of your wet face. You eye him, babbling thank you over and over again, sick with fear, gratitude, and confusion. A cocktail that left an unnaturally horrendous taste on your lips. He retrieves a hand just long enough to set his knife down o the floor in front of you.

"Now you've got time." He says matter-of-factly, but you can still sense that urgency in his words. He wants you to escape. To figure this out and come back to him his friend and partner.

He takes your discarded radio and switches it to the proper channel so you could keep tabs on their whereabouts and plans. The voices of your squad chatter on the line, Soap's voice above all wondering how the fuck this was even happening. Bless his heart, he even mentioned being worried for you, which was quickly shot down by Graves reminding him of your betrayal.

As Ghost crouches before you, massive, all-powerful it seemed, you watch his eyes. He pats your cheek. His gloved finger points to the window.

"Ever try a stunt like that again, I'll kill you myself." He bites. You nod, struggling to compose yourself. He stands and your mind begs for him to stay, to be with you during this, but you know he can't.

He lingers in the doorway like he's thinking the same thing.

"I will... Do what I can. Watch your back, soldier."

And then he's gone, and It's silent save for your harsh breaths. You shakily pull yourself up from the floor, grasping the knife he'd given you- his favorite blade entrusted to you. You'd wait for nightfall and make a run for it, find shelter day by day, and hopefully reconnect with him somewhere to go over what the hell was going on.

You prayed he'd find a way to convince them of your innocence, ask the right questions to the right people, and have more players in your court.

It would likely be your only way out of this awful nightmare.

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yunazxxx · 15 days ago

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sophia laforteza x lara raj

≫ cw ; yandere!sophia , knife play , cutting kink , sophia gets pretty weird at parts , obsessive!sophia , possessive!sophia , stalker!sophia , crying, choking, sex toys, neighbor au, threatening, manipulation, stockholm syndrome, slight cnc, torture, sadistic!sophia ,, etc ??

wc ; more than 4.3k

an ; so uhh this has some heavy topics, kinda listed in content warnings, i might've missed some things if i did then!!! — and i’d also like to add in no way am i glorifying kidnapping/manipulation/cnc/nonconsensual torture/ or anything else bad mentioned in this fic , do not take this out of context in any way. — ps, none of this has actually taken place between this girls so take this w a grain of salt as this story between these two in particular is fictional!!! have a nice read <3

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lara had been living in this neighborhood for a few years now, the house across from hers has came and gone with new neighbors or place holders whatever, you name it, shes had it.

but today was really different, you see, she was getting a new neighbor. she, obviously, didn't know who it was but she also didn't really care to find out.

normally there was always some type of drama including her next door and the one directly across from her, meaning she was normally caught in that stupid crossfire.

her next door hadn't changed ever since she moved in, but it seemed this time they had to because when she looked outside there were moving trucks and et cetera.

she would mind her business though, not caring about it. by the next time she makes her way outside to run some errands, she catches a glimpse of her new neighbor.

and she caught a glimpse of her, she was walking inside but turned around and waved to her with a stupid smile plastered on her face.

she waved back, and honestly, it all seemed so innocent, she seemed so innocent. she continued with her plans, getting inside of her car and going where she needed to be. she wasn't much to her at first, just another neighbor.

really, after the last two its been something so tedious to ask lara to get back close to her neighbors. a few hours passed an she finally returned home, after she was finally inside, there was a ring at her door.

"who is it?" her voice rang through her house, a muffled, "your neighbor" came from the other side, and the voice was, unrecognizable to say the least.

she didn't know who it was, solely based off of their voice, nonetheless, she made her way to door. seeing the same girl from earlier, "hi, i'm just going around trying to get to know everyone, my name is sophia”

her voice was, soft, careful. although, she seemed a bit timid, like she was scared or shy, it wasn't like lara wasn't, that's exactly how she was back when she frst moved in.

she shook her hand, "lara, nice to meet you sophia" she said, a soft smile plastered on her face. she smiled back to her, "likewise" after a while the pair took a look up.

noticing the skies were getting dark, and it had been an hour that they were standing there and talking so lara offered they'd talk more at a cafe nearby and sophia happily agreeded.

they said their goodbye's and went their seperate ways, with no string attached. the next day, lara woke up that mornng, and got ready.

she checked the weather, wearing something that would fit it and its random changes. about an hour later, she walked out of her door and mad her way to the destination.

it was beautiful out, the weather was nice, and the skies were a nice blue. the cafe wasn't far off from her house, so she arraived really quick. she walked inside and sophia spotted her, she stood up and walked towards the younger.

"hey" she said sheepishly, "hi" she said, her voice as light as a feather. the black haired woman offered to hold her hand while they walked down back to the seat and she accepted. she was pretty calm, and they ordered their drinks.

the more the red head would look at her and study her features,, the more cute she found her, that same calm demeanor she had was slowly slipping away, not being able to look at her while they talked. this made sophia giggle, she found it adorable that lara couldn't hold eye contact.

she watched the way she was, and she was really well mannered. sophia was as extremly polite, which lara really loved about her.

after things fnally were, calmer, they began talking. she asked her what some of her hobbies were, just out of pure curiosity. she would answer her, but it would take a small while for her words to come out due to her slight stutter, but sophia would comfort her, saying ressuring things.

she was really sweet to her, the conversation went as good as you canget it. they even exchanged numbers to each other, and then went their seperate ways. still no strings attached.

they would talk pretty much constantly over texts, the way she would talk to her, made her feel so special and heard. sophia was a sweet girl, she did her best to keep that up however she could.

she would invite the red head out with her a lot, she would use an excuse saying "its good to have company even in the smallest things" and of course she would go with her.

not because of that, but it would be nice to get out of her daily schedule that was the same thing every single day.

these hangouts would turn from just her errands to them stopping at parks and etc to have some extra time together.

name an activity and trust that lara and sophia did it, those two quickly became close. she gave her this sense of comfort and she had always felt like she would need it, especially when something would go wrong so she'd ask her to come over or if she could visit her.

and she would never say no, even if she didn't know the situation simply becaused she loved having her around, those two quickly became best friends though. when they say the pair was rarely not together, they meant that.

when she'd vist over her house, she was always upstairs in her bedroom, nights she'd let her sleep over, or if she would stay late, despite the fact she had more than four bedrooms in this house she'd always allow her to sleep in her own room and she would sleep elsewhere.

this didn't rub lara any kind of way, in fact it just made her happier, because it was such a nice gesture, plus she was a really great person. but that small liking she had, turned into something far more than it sould have.

see, sophia asking lara to hng out all the time was't solely because she enjoyed having her around it was because she was obsessed to say the very least.

as she and lara grew closer, it made the chances of getting what she desiered so much easier. she would invite her over, at first becase she wanted to get those last few hours with her.

sophia would never let her sleep elsewhere was because she wanted her scent on her bed so when she'd lay in it herself all she would smell was her.

sophia was one to make a lot of jokes, while they walked the streets of their city, she would say small things after lara would say someone was cute or attractive to her, she would make a joke and say something like "look at another and you'll loose you vision" but she'd say it fast enough that lara doesnt catch it and she'd speed up.

sophia did this so much that it would leave the younger completly dumbfounded, confused what she said but she'd quickly drop it. she'd follow her along, but she was normally saying little slick shit under her breath she would never be able to hear any of it.

there was even one time she had lara on her lap, she can't exactly recall what put her there but she was and she couldn't focus on anything else but wanting to kiss her, her eyes were so focused on her pink plump lips, it didn't make it any better when sometimes when she would say bye she'd kiss her, leaving a mark of her lipstick on her cheek.

each time she'll do it, it'll always catch her off guard and leave sophia smiling like a idiot, but tonight was different with the pair. remember how she was always upstairs in her house when they'd hang out?

she kept them downstairs today, they talked about their experiences on nearly everything in life, naming their pet peeves, now sophia only brought this up to get more information on the girl.

she looked the girl in her eyes while she was sitting on the further side on the couch, they were enjoying each other's company.

they were laughing an playing, lara genuinely made sophia feel so much joy and happiness.

she didn't want it to leave, she didn't want to lose this feeling because it meant literally everything to her.

she excused herself upstairs, and lara cozied up on the couch and focused her attention on the moving pictures on the screen in front of her.

sophia was gone for a, while, to simply say. when she finally returned, her hands were behind her back, with a mischievous smile plastered on her face. the redhead looked at her, “soph?? what's behind your back?" she asked, her eye brows were furrowed.

"nothing.." she said, her eyes starting darting around the room. she looked at her, not believing what she was telling her. "show meee” lara said, and sophia shook her head.

“noo” she said, testing her. she put the cup down, and look at her, a michevious smile bein gon her own face as well.

"show it" she said, and she still shook her head, she was feeling playful and lara was willing to chase her. in a quick motion lara stood up and ran towards her, sophia quickly turned around, now putting the item inforn of her and ran the oppisite direction.

she chased her around the house a while, trying to grab at her shirt to stop her from running away so far but to no avail, she was able to get a good distacne between them but she was determined to find out what she had.

the chase continued for maybe 10 minutes nonstop, before lara was able to successfully tackle sophia, and they ended up on the floor. she was quick to take her chance and showed her what was in her hands so she could get off of her.

once the younger was off of the black haired woman, she asked her to follow her somewhere, it was downstairs, which caught lara’s attention. the house was big, of course, but if they went any further down, they defenitly would be in the basement an what could she possibly have to show her thats in the basement?

nonetheless, she followed her down. she was in front of her while they walked downn the stairs and she could feel a cold pair of hands around her throat, it was too fast for her to be able to react before the grip tighten and she could feel her breath shortening.

the grip only picked up more and more until she was passed out, and sophia dragged her body back ustairs, putting her inside one of the rooms that she was never allowed in or had never walked in.

soon the girl finally woke up, obviously unfamilliar with the room she was in. she tried moving her wrists but to no avail, quickl she began to panic, she didn’t know where she was and her head was aching, honestly she couldn't even lift her head without feeling dizzy.

twenty minutes passed, which felt like hours to her, and sophia finally came back, a sadistic smile on his fasce. "finally, you're awake" she said, that soft and gentle voice she had just a smile while before was gone, her entire facade of the "soft girl next door”was gone.

she looked, fucking insane. she crouched in front of her, "i have you all to myself now" he started, "do you know how long i've waited for this?" she said. a psychotic chuckle falling from her throat. "oh don't look so scared now, it's barely the beginning."

she stated only making the younger fear her more, she didn't know what to do, she couldnt even speak due to her having around taped her mouth. she couldn't look her in the eyes, she was too scared to meet her eyes which burned of passion, and lust, maybe even a hint of anger.

she broke into laughter like a maniac, she genuinely found the sight adorable, somthing was telling him to rip the tape off though, there was still that, piece of her that felt bad.

she carefully peeled it off her lips, allowing the girl access to speak, "w-why me?" she weakily said, her voice comin out barely due to how rough she choked her just moments prior. she would smile, it sent shivers down her spine automatically.

"why not you? i mean, lets name some reasons why" and with that, she continued to talk, going into brutal details about how she's wanted her ever since she laid eyes on the girl.

this all scared her terribly, to say the complete least. she had her in her house at one point, while it was never ending with the stuff she's done for her, it seemed she personally didn't have any limits for her. she used the time she had while she spoke, to use friction to break her free but to really no avail.

it seemed sophia was, prepared, for everything she might do. while she tried the act, sophia put her hand on her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "keep trying that and i'll have to hurt you." she whined, scared of what she might do to her.

she stopped, "p-please.." she panted out and it made soph feel a certain way. she had never thought of her such a way but weirdly, hearing her pant like that, it made her want to do something else, something more with her.

she fixed the way she cuffed, she was always prepared, she had more than one pair. so, she cuffed the girl to the bed, and also tied her ankles to the foot of the bed. sophia was weirdly gentle with her though, she would lightly tap along her body, despite her cries for her to stop, for her to not touch her anymore.

but she wouldn’t listen, actually she loved the way lara would beg for her, wishing she'd just stop and leave her alone, but she never did. at first, she was thinking to get it over with, but she knew once she left her alone for a slight second she'd run off or try to.

sophia was, rough, with her to say the least. she kised her aggresively, she marked her chest, down with so many hickeys. she then sat on top of the girl, rubbing along her shoulders, along her torso and she placed her hands on her throat.

she watched the girl while she cried, but she would lift her neck giving her more access, she would then wrap her hands around her throat, or better yet, just one.

her hands were big enough to hold the girl by her throat, and her began apply pressure. she smiled at the indian girl under her, watching as she held her wrist, trying to lift her off of her throat but with little to no avail.

she would only apply more pressure as time went on, listening to the girl struggle to breathe more as the seconds went by.

she smiled sadistically while watching the tears stream down her face, "p-please.. let go" she forced out between the squeaks, she really couldn't breathe, she was struggling to keep her eyes open before sophia finally let her go.

she watched the younger struggled to catch her breathe, she was choking. she smiled at her, and left for a while, knowing how long it'll take for her breathing to regulate again. she left the room, running off to retrieve whatever it was she needed, lara was terribly scared, her chest rising an lowering insanley fast as she panted.

she finally returned, that same evil ass smile was plastered on her face. she saw what she had in her hand, "something for a little fun" she said, and contiuned walking up to the bonded girl.

she found it really cute, seeing that she was all to herself, no one around to take her attention away from her. she continued on, and she touched her again, gently rubbing her hand on her thigh.

“it'll feel nice, don't worry." she said, her voice deeper than the ocean, which was far from normal with sophia. she was scared, she couldn't shut her brain up for a few seconds. she was shaking so badly, "I-let me go" she tried pleading, "no." she said, then she used the item she brought with her.

she moved her hands up the hem of lara’s skirt, sliding the toy up through there, directly against her clothed cunt, but the girl didn't want that, she didn't want any sexual done to her but sophia didn't care. she continued to ignore all of the younger's protests for her to stop.

“please, sophia" she tried, her tears streaming the closer she got to her. she placed her finger on her lips, "shh" she said and contined to start the toy, catching her off guard.

the speed was aready so fast, she couldn't even keep up the way she wanted to, not only was the toy on it's highest but sophia would also circle the toy around, teasing the girl. she enjoyed hearing her beg and plead with her for her to stop and slow it down but she never would.

it didn't take the younger long to cum, but sophia wasn't satisfied, no, she kept the toy on her and left the room. she left the younger bonded to a bed with a vibrator directly against her cunt. she tried moving but it would only make the sensation more intense.

thirty minutes passed before she came back, her whines and cries subsided, the girl was passed out on the bed. she then smiled to herself, proud that she was able to get her exactly how she wanted her.

she walked up to the sleeping girl and turned the toy off, deciding it was enough. she untied her wrists, seeing the marks so she genlty rubbed them, deciding that she'd help her out the next morning. she laid besid the girl, pulling her by the waist closer into her embrace, she would genity kiss the back of her head.

sophia tried sleeping but she knew she may also try to escapse while she slept so she tied her wrists again, not as tight as before but tight enough where she couldn't easily break out.

she soon fell asleep herself, completly engulfed in her scent. the next morning came, lara felt her arms around her. but all the fear she had from the previous night, was gone. she felt comforable in her arms with her, or that's what she kept telling herself? she didn't know why but she didn't want to leave her embrace.

it wasn't like she really could either, she had her legs wrapped up with hers. she tried moving her wrists, to break them apart but she had no luck. she just sighed, when she woke up she did too, now she was just laying behind her.

then she spoke, her voice with it's normal morning rasp, “good morning, darling" she said soflty and kissed the back of her head. she broke the intertwined their legs were in and stood up from the bed. she began untying her wrists, and after she was finished she hugged the girl.

she melted into the hug, all the fear she had from the previous night seeming very much nonexistent. sophia could only smile at this, finding it all so perfect and adorable.

she loved that she brought the girl that same amount of comfort even during this, she would rub gentle circles into her back. she could feel her sobbing against her chest, begging and asking her to set her free, why did it have to be her out of everyone.

sophia only rubbed lara’s back and kissed her head in response, she wasn't going to promise the girl release because by now she definitely couldn't let her go. she apparently didn't live alone, and now people were definitely looking for her, actively looking for her.

after that ordeal, she took the girl downstairs wth her and she made her a nice meal. she, of course didn't have an appetie and sophia knew that, you see, when she bought the girl to the bathroom she was able to get a full view of her neck and saw the darks handprints righ there.

she didn't have to do much to see her wrists, seeing the marks left from the ropes and chains. she cried inside the bathroom as well, wanting any type of freedom from this situation and sophia would give her multiple chanes to escape but she'd never take them.

the thought of leaving her sounded amazing, it sounded perfect to her, but actually doing it was so hard for her to do, but she just couldn't undersand why. she wanted freedom from her, she wanted to be away from her but something made her stay in that house, with her captor.

and that would be something she would regret that same night, she didn't come off as crazy as that same night, in fact throughout the day, she took her out with her.

it was not by choice, for sure not by choice after finding out people were searching for the younger.

sophia just didn't trust her in her house alone, so she would take her with her but her wrists would be tied up the entire time and she'd be forced to lay down in the backseat.

today sophia was realy nice to the girl, she gave the younger that came comfort like he did just a few weeks, prior.

he, of course was gentle with the younger girl all day, and he would continue be. as the night grew, lara became more timid, not knowing if tonight would be as before.

there was really no telling with sophia, so she just simply had to find out. she was missing while upstairs for a long whle, and lara was seated on the couch in the living room.

she had all physical freedom while they were inside but when they were outside, she had little to none.

finally, sophia came back down, but she was on a different type of time, her vibe was so much different?

sophia took her upstairs, and tossed the younger on her bed, locking the room door behind her. she had lara strip out of her clothes, walking up to lara.

sophia had her hand inside her hoodie pocket, and lara watched carefully as she took off her clothes.

sophia walked up to lara, while she was laying on the bed, fully nude. she gently ran her hand down lara’s body "p-please.. f-fuck” " she'd whimper out, making sophia smile to herself.

she broke off the contact, and flipped her over, which caught her off guard. she had her laying on her stomach, and she began to fondle with her ass cheeks.

sophia pulled the item from her pocket, it being a knife and held it against lara’s soft skin. she began carving her name inside of the younger girl’s thigh.

lara whimpered as each mark was made, her blood trickling down and sophia sucked at her thigh before lifting back up and leaving to pull off her clothes.

lara moaned, her hands grabbing at the pillows already, when sophia began pushing the strap inside of her.

lara screamed out into the pillow, the feeling of the silicone cock stretching her was too much for her to take. “fuck, you're so tight" sophia said as she thrust slowly.

lara’s head never left the pillow. sophia then laid along the girls back, and thrust her hips gently, dragging her cock in and out of the younger's cunt.

soon, she gained a good enough rhythm, and she began pumping in and out of the girl much faster than before, "p-please" lara said, between cries, “please what huh?" sophia said while he continued destroying the youngers cunt.

"I-let me cum" lara moaned, sophia snaked his arm around the girl's waist, lifting her up so she has free access to her clit. she began rubbing her clit and slowing her thrust down to make lara cum.

"c-cumming please — don't stop" the younger girl moaned, as her orgasm took over her. lara’s entire body shook against sophia’s, making her pull out and turn the girl over, laying down so she'll be on top of her.

lara was still in a post orgasm trance, she didn't even realize sophia had already began fucking her again. this time she was chasing her own orgasm while kissing lara from time to time.

“sound so pretty moaning my name, baby” sophia whispered in her ear, lara whimpered and began grinding into her thrust, and she started kissing along her neck to bring extra pleasure, marking the girl up.

"fuck i'm cumming" sophia said and slowed her pace. while sophia came, it made lara cum again her eyes rolling back as she fell onto the older girl, completely limp.

sophia thrusted up a bit more, before pulling out officially. they both were panting, she pulled her into a hug, and she began praising her.

sophia might’ve been psychotic, she may have even needed help, but she didn’t want any of that. she wanted lara, and only lara.

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billyloomiswhore4 · 2 years ago

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Crazy for you | Chapter Two

Chapter two of this fic

Billy x reader (billy x stu x reader in later chapters)

Warnings: complicated attraction (The reader has a thing for ghostface but doesn’t know Billy and Stu are ghostface.), perverted thoughts, perverse behavior, explicit but no smut yet, but soon i promise

You walk into school, your bag secured over your shoulder. Billy, Stu, Tatum and Randy are standing by the doors of the school, waiting for you.

“Hey!” Tatum is excited to see you. “We are having a movie night tonight at Stu’s place! Do you wanna come?”

Billy’s eyes hardened, he didn’t want you to be there. Being around you was proving all the more difficult, especially when Sydney and Tatum were getting you more comfortable in yourself. They had you wearing skimpier clothes, and prancing around all confident in them. It drove him crazy and he had to hide his hard on every time you were around. And Sidney wasn’t going to be there, so he couldn’t focus solely on her to distract himself.

“Yeah you should definitely come.” Stu says before you can answer, wrapping his arm around Tatum. You smile, your eyes crinkling in the way that tells Billy it’s forced.

“Sure.” You say, and Randy wraps an arm around your shoulder to lead you into the school. Everyone else follows. Billy presses his lips together in a fine line at the display of affection.

It’s no secret that Randy has a thing for you. It seems you're the only person who's yet to notice the affection he shares only with you. It makes Billy’s blood boil, and he wants to rip Randy’s head off for even thinking about touching you.

But when Billy’s fists clench, Stu sends him a look that says, ‘Not now.’

The rest of the school day comes and goes and before you know it, you’re sitting in Stu’s living room, Billy sits next to you, but he seems tense. Maybe even upset about something. Stu and Tate are in the kitchen arguing over how long to cook the popcorn. Stu is insisting they put it in for a little longer than the recommended time, but Tatum disagrees saying they should put it in for a shorter amount of time.

Randy was talking but it seems that Billy isn’t paying attention, which is unusual considering how he usually pays extra attention to detail. Randy gets up to go to the bathroom and you use that opportunity to try and talk to Billy.

“Hey, are you okay?” You ask softly, and to him it’s like the voice of an angel speaking to him before they take him to heaven. He doesn’t necessarily believe in heaven, but you make him want to believe. He smiles but it doesn’t last long, which you take notice of considering he hasn’t smiled much since his parents split.

“Yeah, I’m good. Just a little tired.” Billy was always sweet to you, even if you weren’t that close. Though recently he’s been spending a lot more time around you. You would have thought it was weird if it wasn’t for the fact that you’ve been spending time with Stu, so by default you kind of have to hang out with him.

When you first moved to Woodsburough, he thought you were going to ruin his plan. Everything he’d spent months figuring out with Stu. But he soon realized you were a little dumb, well not in school wise, but when it came to people. You wouldn’t be able to recognize a killer even if he was holding a knife to your throat. Not to mention you are incredibly naive, he could spin a single lie to you and you would believe him, no matter how outlandish it was.

He found it rather cute, even if you sadly weren’t the average ‘final girl’ but it didn’t matter because he would ensure that he had you in every way possible.

Before you could ask him if he was sure, Stu and Tatum walk back into the living room. Billy is sitting next to you at the far end of the couch. And Stu sits at the other end, and Tatum sits down in his lap.

The movie goes rather smoothly, Randy returns from the bathroom and Stu goes to get the popcorn. Everyone sits down and watches the movie.

“Stu.” Billy calls for Stu’s attention over the loud volume of the movie.

“Yeah?” Stu’s eyes never leave the TV.

“Do you have any more beer in the garage?”

“I think so, but grab me one while you're back there.”

“Me too!” You, Randy and Tatum say at the same time.

“Why don’t you help him, Y/n,” Stu says, eyes meeting yours.

The thought of being all alone in the garage with you drives Billy crazy with inappropriate thoughts. And he sends Stu a glare, Stu knows Billy can hardly control himself around you. So why is he sending you both to the garage together? Stu sends Billy a look, and Billy nods in his direction.

You stand, and so does Billy. You walk to the garage and Billy follows. He watches as you bend down to grab the beers out of the fridge. Your ass presses against your shorts, they barely fit you and are far too short for his liking.

It makes his mind wander to all the things he could do to you. He could come up behind you, and you would turn around to face him. You would gasp, feeling his hard on pressing against your stomach. He would take you, right then and there, in every way possible.

“Billy?” He almost groans at the sound of your innocent voice saying his name. “Hello, earth to Billy?”

That pulls him out of his fantasy. You’re standing in front of the fridge, holding several beers in your arms and it looks like you’re struggling to carry them all.

“Can you help me?” You laugh and heat spreads on through his body at the sound of your voice.

He moves towards you, grabbing the beers and setting them on the counter. “What are you-” You begin but are interrupted by Billy grabbing your waist and wrapping his arms around you. He rests his head in your neck, and you could have sworn he was smelling you. “Billy.” You attempt to push him away, worried about what Sydney would think if she saw the two of you like this.

“What are you doing?” You sound so uncomfortable, it makes his dick twitch in his pants. He likes having you like this, uncomfortable but unable to do anything about it, unable to do anything against him. He loves being stronger than you, able to do whatever he pleases to you.

You attempt to pry his hands off of you, but he grabs your wrists, and pins them behind your back. You wonder if this behavior is because of how many beers he's had. Maybe he just mistook you for Sidney. You think of every possible reason for him to be acting this way.

“Billy.” You whine in pain at the angle he has your arms. He groans at your whine of his name, and his dick twitches again.

He suddenly remembers the plan, and how he could have potentially ruined everything just by behaving that way. He pulls himself off of you, and he’s panting. He got himself all worked up. You just stare at him, eyes wide and confused.

“I- I’m sorry.” He pants out, realizing how he could have just fucked everything up. “I don't - don’t know what came over me.” He quickly turns and basically runs out of the garage. You stand there confused for a moment, before running after him to tell him it's okay. But when you come out of the garage, everyone is staring at you.

“What happened?” Tatum speaks and Stu stands behind her.

“I don’t know.” you say. “Did he leave?” You ask, kind of sad that you couldn’t tell him you forgave him.

“Yeah he just ran out of the house, yelling that he was walking home.” Stu says.

You sigh quietly. “Tate, can you give me a ride home?”

“Yeah of course.”

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chapter three?

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hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis · 1 year ago

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Can't Loose You Too

Request: okay hear me out please 🤞 what if the reader got captured by the grounders and bellamy freaks out but their not like a thing yet so like friends to loverss(ish) and he gets them back and spills his feelings cause he’s scared he could lose them 🤷🏻‍♀️ if you don’t have time or just don’t wanna write this do not feel pressured to at all 💕💕 - @ravenmedows

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: So I wrote this to be set in between S1 and S2. I feel like it just fit the best because relationships were established. I also wrote in Bellamy's POV, to help show Bellamy's emotions and his side. Although it's more like a 3rd person view. I hope you enjoy reading!

You’re assigned to go patrol and hunt around Arkadia, even though it was your least favorite assignment. It was more bearable by the fact that you’d be doing it with your friends. While most of the adults didn’t want you guys to exactly pursue Clarke, you guys had used patroling as an excuse to get any information you could.

You head to the garage to find and meet up with everyone,”Hey, where are we headed this time?” You ask walking up to Bellamy.

“Sector 7,” He responds.

“Again? We should try looking somewhere else,” You say, knowing that you’ve had no luck in that sector.

“Sector 7 is our best chance. Besides that’s where we were assigned,” Bellamy says sternly.

“Fine,” You respond and head outside.

“Where’s she going?” Monty asks as you walk off. You head towards the horse stables and find Octavia getting her horse ready to head out.

“Don’t wanna ride in the Rover?” Octavia asks as you head to tend to your horse, Archer.

“You know I prefer to ride on the back of a horse,” You chuckle.

You gather everything else that you need, water, your knives, and a bow and arrows. You and Octavia head out and meet everyone else at the front of the garage. Once it looked like they were ready you all ride out to Sector 7. You all make it to the edge of the forest, you stop and tie Archer up to the Rover.

“Alright everyone, you know the drill. Stay in pairs, don’t stray too far from the group, and radio if you find anything suspicious,” Bellamy says. You stick with Octavia and all head into the forest.

It seemed pretty quiet for the first few moments, until you heard a hog in the distance. You signal Octavia to let her know where you were going. After a few feet you see the hog in your view. You prepare your arrow and aim. As soon as you release your arrow, you felt a stinging pain in the back of your thigh. You felt the area and it wasa knife lodge into your leg. Before you could process anything else, you feel yourself picked up by someone on a horse. At first you thought it was Octavia but as soon as you looked up, it was a grounder. You scream out trying to warn your friends, knowing there was more grounders around.

~ Bellamy’s POV ~

As Bellamy was looking around for anything to hunt, he hears a scream in the distance. Somehow he immediately knew that it was Y/N. He and everyone else, ran towards the scream, not caring that there may be more danger in the area. Soon enough Y/N with a grounder on the back of a horse, came into view. He started to run faster towards them as a horn warning was blown. But he didn’t stop until Octavia started to pull him away.

“Stop struggling,” Octavia strains trying to keep a hold onto her brother.

“We have to help them,” Bellamy yells.

“We can’t help them if we’re dead,” Monty says, jumping in to help Octavia and pull Bellamy to safety. They weren’t sure what the horn was blown for, since the acid fog was disabled, but it couldn’t have been good. Soon enough it sounded like there were even more grounders out in the forest.

~ Y/N’s POV ~

You started to fade from the loss of blood, but the sound of a horn woke you up again. The grounder starts to ride faster until you got to an enclosed cave. They dismounted their horse and set you on the ground. You stayed silent and still not knowing what would happen next. They took you off of the horse and set you on the ground. Next, they took the knife out of your leg, wrapped the wound up and bounded your hands. You could hear what sounded like a thousand footsteps and hooves outside the cave.

A few hours went by and your were suddenly woken up by a group of grounders making their way into the cave. At first they were communicating in Trig only, where you could only pick out a few phrases. “Did Azgeda hear or see you?” You pick out from the conversation between the grounders.

“What’s your name, sky person?” One of the grounders then asked, you stayed silent. They asked once more, but you stayed silent again. Frustrated they gag you and put a bag over your head. Your body is then lifted and put onto a horse.

What feels like a couple hours go by and you finally slow down to a stop. You were picked up once more and plopped onto the ground. The bag was taken off your head and you were greeted by the bright sunlight and a metal door slamming. A few more grueling hours went by until someone finally came and brought you food.

They shoved it under the door and pulled up a chair. You didn’t touch the food and the grounder took notice, “Eat,” He says. You refused to take food from them, didn’t want to risk being poisened. “What’s your name?” He asks next.

You kept your mouth shut, not wanting to give them anything. You weren’t exactly sure why grounders would be aggressive towards you and your people again, it seemed like Clarke had made sure that they wouldn’t be a nuisance again.

~ Bellamy’s POV ~

The whole ride back to Arkadia was completely silent. Bellamy couldn’t help but think of how he lost Clarke but also you now. Once the rover had pulled into the garage, Bellmay immediately got out.

“Where are you going?” Monty asks. Bellamy doesn’t respond and keeps walking away. Octavia follows after her brother into the map room.

“Bell…Hey Bell?” Octavia asks trying to get her brothers attention. He ignores Octavia and looks at the map to see where Y/N could’ve possibly been taken. “Bellamy?!” Ocatavia says once more pulling the rolling board away from him.

“What?!” Bellamy responds angrily.

“Slow down,” Octavia tells her brother.

“I can’t. Not while Y/N is out there,” Bellamy says.

“You can for a moment. Y/N is strong they’ll be ok until we can find them. Let’s just rest and figure a game plan. Not rush into things,” Octavia logically explains to Bellamy.

“What other grounder clans were we close by?” Bellamy says completely ignoring his sister.

“Did you hear anything I just said?” Octavia questions.

“Look Octavia. Clarke is out god knows where and now Y/N has been kidnapped by grounders. I can’t just sit here and do nothing. We need to find them before anything bad happens,” Bellamy says walking back over to the map board.

“I’m not saying we do nothing. I’m just saying that we slow down and figure out the best plan of action instead of rushing into things,” Octavia says.

“You’re right. I’m just– just worried about them,” Bellamy sighs.

“I am too. Let’s go get some food and chat with the others,” Octavia leads Bellamy to the mess hall.

~ Y/N’S POV ~

It’s day two since you’d been captured. You hadn’t eaten a thing or given up any information. In fact you hadn’t talked at all. They just kept asking for your name and what you knew about Wanheda. You had no clue who in the hell Wanheda was.

“Eat,” The man says bringing you more food and taking the old food out. After a few minutes another man comes barreling in, he says something in Trig that you couldn’t understand before coming up to the bars.

“You’re not gonna talk, huh?” the man says before opening the door and yanks you out of the cell. You’re pulled over to a pole and have your hands bound around it.

“Where is Wanheda?” The man asks. You stay silent. Next thing you know you feel a punch to your stomach. The man asks the same question over and over again, with the same result, no words and some form punishment.

The man still received no answers from you by the time to sun set. They left you bound to the pole, you guess so that they can try to get answers out of you tomorrow. You still couldn’t imagine why they’d think you know something about someone named Wanheda.

~Bellamy’s POV~

It had been a long past two days inspecting the maps and going out to scout for Y/N. Bellamy has gotten barely any sleep. He’s at a loss of where Y/N could possibly be.

“Bellamy you need to sleep,” Octavia says.

“No, I’m close. There’s only so many places left that Y/N could be,” Bellamy says, blinking his eyes to stay awake.

“I’ll sort the areas. Go get some sleep. If we want to find them, I need you at 100%,” Octavia scoots her brother out of his chair.

“Fine, but were going out first thing in the morning,” Bellamy says exiting the room.

The next morning Bellamy finds Octavia passed out at the desk, “Hey, how long were you up?” Bellamy asked his sister.

“Oh hey, uhhh I’m not sure. But I think I’ve figured out where Y/N might be,” Octavia says.

“Where?” Bellamy asks excitedly.

“Well, I remembered that Lincoln told me about this small village that was just outside of Trikru’s territory. They kind of outcasted themselves, not super friendly to outsiders,” Octavia explains.

“Let’s head out,” Bellamy says and goes to gather everyone. As everyone begins to head out they notice a group of people standing at the gate. Of course it was none other than Kane, Abby and a few other adults.

“Where are you going?” Kane asks the group.

“To find Y/N,” Bellamy answers.

“We think you’ve all spent enough time. I think it’s time we handle this before one of you is also taken or hurt,” Kane responds back.

“We know where they are, we can get them,” Bellamy fought back.

“Go back to your jobs,” Kane says in response.

At first no one budged until Abby spoke up, “Now, unless you all want citations.”

“Bellamy,” Kane stops him before he could get too far. “Show me where you think Y/N is,” Kane says walking with Bellamy to the map room.

About an hour went by and it had looked like the adults had taken a group out to find Y/N. After another hour or so, the group gathered and snuck out to really find Y/N. As Bellamy had directed Kane’s people in the opposite direction.

~ Y/N’s POV ~

The next day you were so weak front being forced to stand up. To your surprise you were woken up by someone tipping a cup of water to your mouth. Next they fed you some fruit, you tried to resist but they kept pressing the fruit to your mouth.

“You ready to give us some answers?” The man from yesterday asked. Again you kept your mouth shut. A few more hours of interrogation go by, but this time the man keeps his hands to himself. As if he was trying to give you a break.

“Someones here for you,” A woman says to the man after a few hours go by. The man reluctantly leaves the area to investigate.

You stand there with weak legs trying to keep your body up. As you were about to pass out you feel gentle hands touch your cheeks. You flutter your eyes open and see a worried Octavia inspecting you. She quickly moves to unbound your hands, as soon as you’re unbound, your body just buckles underneath you. Before you hit the ground your body is lifted, you look up and see a just as worried Bellamy.

“We need to get them back to camp quickly. They’ve lost a lot of blood and are weak,” Octavia says hastily.

Ater a long trek back to Arkadia, you can see that you’re being greeted with a group of adults from inside the gates, “Told you we could find her,” Bellamy says walking past Abby and Kane.

“Take her to medical,” Abby says quickly noticing your condition. Bellamy gently walks you to medical and lays on top of a gurney. Abby comes to inspect your injuries, “Everyone out,” Abby orders your friends to leave. At first you could see they were reluctant before Abby begins to shuffle them out.

~ Bellamy’s POV ~

Bellamy waits anxiously from outside medical. After a few hours go by, he couldn’t wait any longer and decides to make his way into the ward. Abby greets him before he could make his way through the door.

“I figured you’d be anxious to see how she is,” Abby says stopping him.

“H–How is she?” He struggles to get out.

“They’ve sustained a lot of injuries, are dehydrated and lost quite a bit of blood. But they should be ok. But they can’t leave the ward for at least a day or two, I’d like to keep an eye on them. After that they should stay inside Arkadia,” Abby tells Bellamy.

“Can I see them?” Bellamy asks.

“They’re asleep and needs to rest. Maybe tomorrow,” Abby tells Bellamy and points him to the exit.

~ Y/N’s POV ~

You blink your eyes open and blinded by the brighter lights of the room. You lift your head and look around. Landing your eyes on a Bellamy sitting in a chair with his eyes closed. As you make a bit more noise by sitting up, Bellamy opens his eyes and moves to the cot.

“Hey,” Bellamy speaks softly.

“Hey,” You say even quieter as if you had lost your voice. “How long was I asleep for?” You ask.

“About 10 hours,” Bellay answers, surprising you at the long length of time. “How are you doing?” Bellamy asks.

Before you could respond, you see a mob of your friends approaching you. Each of them asking how you are and if you need anything. Soon enough Abby shuffles her way in, “Everyone out, she still needs to rest,” Abby says gently leading each of your friends out.

“How are you feeling?” Abby says approaching you as the last one leaves.

“Still tired and weak, but otherwise fine,” You say.

“Good, I’ll run some final tests and then you should be good to go,” Abby says. You spend the next hour with Abby inspecting your physical condition and asking you to do various tasks. “You’ve cleared all the tests. Although I still want you to take it easy, until you feel 100%. So that means no physically taxing work and staying inside Arkadia,” Abby tells you.

You were about to walk off until you realized that Abby wanted you to acknowledge her orders, “Ok,” you respond still trying to find your voice.

You head out of the ward and go to the mess hall, finding yourself very hungry after refusing food for several days. You try to find a quiet corner to eat but Monty had approached you. And you felt bad refusing to sit with him since you knew that your friends wanted to know you were ok. More of your friends slowly joined your table and soon enough it was a bit overwhelming. You get up and it seemed that everyone had noticed.

“Where are you going?” Jasper asks.

“I just wanted to go lay down for a bit,” You respond.

“Why don’t I walk you,” Jasper offers getting up from his seat.

“It’s ok. Thank though,” You say and walk off before anyone else could say anything.

The next day you went to go help out around Arkadia, sticking to the lowest impact type of work. Every few hours it seemed like one of your friends had something to say about resting or asking to help. It became to much and you didn’t like how they were trying to baby you. They knew that you know your limits, so you weren’t sure why they were being such helicopter friends. Once you were able to get away from your friends prying eyes, you head to the stables. You walk into Archer’s stable to see your horse for the first time since you were back.

“Hey, I’m home, safe,” You say to comfort Archer.

You sat quietly with Archer until you hear soft footsteps approach, “I’m fine,” You say sternly as you hear the footsteps stop at the front of Archer’s stable, standing up as if you were about to leave. “Sorry,” You apologize looking up to see Bellamy. The one person who hasn’t been bothering you all day.

“It’s ok. I was just coming to check on Archer. But since you’re here, how are you feeling?” He asks walking into the stable.

“Fine,” you quickly answer.

“You sure?” He asks, clearly picking up on your attitude and moving closer to you.

You sigh heavily, “No. Everyone just keeps checking on me. I appreciate it but I’m feeling babied. I just want to rest and get back to 100% as soon as possible. They’re just stressing me out,” You admit.

“They just don’t want you to get hurt…anymore. Make sure that you’re recovering quickly, “ Bellamy advocates for your friends.

“I know but it just kinda feels suffocating,” You confess.

“I’ll let them know to back off a little,” Bellamy says, knowing that you’d appreciate that.

“Thanks, and for checking on Archer,” You say letting out a small smile.

A few hours later you were getting ready to sleep for the night. As you were just about to get in bed to relax, there’s a knock at your door. You open it and are greeted by Bellamy.

“Hey, what’s up?” You ask letting him in.

“I just wanted to check on you. I know what you said earlier, but I figured that I’d still make sure you were ok after your first full day back,” Bellamy says. You picked up the slightest quiver in his voice, leading you to believe that there was more.

“I'm feeling better. Thanks for talking to everyone,” You smile.

“Good,” Bellamy says awkwardly. He was about to walk out but stops himself, “Actually I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to earlier but I figured you needed your space,” Bellamy says referring to your hiding spot.

“What is it?” You ask curiously.

“I’m sorry it took three days to find you. And that you went through all of that pain. I’m sorry that you were taken in the first place, it was my fault, I should’ve been more vigilant. And I’m sorry that I didn’t come see you sooner,” Bellamy lets out. You could see the pain in his eyes, the fact that he was blaming himself for what happened, blaming himself for the pain that was inflicted on you.

“Hey, hey, hey. None of this was your fault. You couldn’t have know that there were grounders there. You weren’t expected to know exactly where I was. What really matters is that you didn’t give up, you worked your ass off to find me, now I’m safe and home,” You say and find yourself swinging your arms over his shoulders and pull him into a tight hug. He seemed to have settled himself into your body, as if he could finally relax.

“I don’t know what I would’ve done if I lost you too,” Bellamy confesses.

You don’t respond to what Bellamy says, but pull out of your hug after a few minutes, finally taking a look at his face, “You look tired. Is it really true what Octavia told me? That you didn’t really sleep for the whole three days?” You ask as you can read how tired he is. He lightly nods his head, not wanting to admit it.

You settle yourself into your bed, tired from standing so long, “ I just wanted to find you before anything bad happened,” Bellamy says, laying his body next to yours.

“That deosn’t mean that you had to put your own health at risk,” You say turning your body to face him.

“I know, but I just needed you back. I missed you,” He softly speaks turning his head to face you.

“I missed you too,” You move to rest your head on his chest.

The next morning you wake up and turn over to find a peacefully sleeping Bellamy. You had almost forgotten that he never left. But you didn’t mind, it comforted you knowing that he stayed, “Morning,” You say softly after kissing his forehead to wake him up.

“Morning,” He says raspily with a smile forming.

#the 100 #the 100 imagine #the 100 requests #bellamy blake imagine #bellamy blake #bellamy blake x reader #the 100 fanfiction

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lysatoru · 7 months ago

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i love you - billie eilish

part2 of ‘think of me once in a while, take care’ !!!

gojo x female reader, mention of death, mention of decapitation, mention of gun

It was now 11pm, the time of the meeting. You were tied up somewhere in Shibuya's big shopping mall, gun to your head the whole time. You heard someone talking, or rather shouting, and recognized the voice of your "boyfriend": Gojo Satoru. You hadn't known Satoru for very long, and he wasn't necessarily someone who got angry very quickly, he never even got angry, but today was the first time you'd seen him in this state of rage. You hoped that Satoru would be able to save you.

"Where is she?" said Gojo — "where is my girl?!"

Gojo was beside himself with rage, blaming himself for everything, knowing full well that to have a girlfriend while being the strongest was to go straight to hell. He couldn't afford to lose everything now, not like this.

In a few minutes, Gojo wiped out all the plagues that stood in his way, he had to find you, and as quickly as possible, it was eating him up inside not knowing where you were, it was making him sick.

While waiting for him, you were still tied up, your hands and feet bound, a gun to your head or a knife to your throat, depending on who was watching you. Blood trickled down your wrists and feet as you struggled, burning yourself little by little. The tip of the knife slowly sank into the thin skin of your neck, creating a slight cut. Just swallowing began to hurt more and more. You were suffocating, sweating, you couldn't take it anymore, but you were trying to hold on until Gojo arrived.

A few minutes later, you finally saw Gojo in front of you, tears streaming down your cheeks, at last he was here. The person you'd loved most recently was here to save you. You couldn't speak because of the scotch tape over your mouth. Gojo's eyes, usually bright blue, were now only black, black with anger. Seeing you like that drove him mad. His fists had turned white from clenching them so hard, the blood couldn't even get through. He was out of breath, he couldn't take it anymore, all he wanted to do was collapse in your arms and promise you it wouldn't happen again. Unfortunately, he had to keep a straight face in front of you and everyone else here.

"I'm asking you to fight to the death, Gojo Satoru. It's obvious that if you don't accept it, she dies," said the bounty hunter.

"And it's obvious that I'm going to accept it, since I'm going to win," says Gojo confidently, after all, who had he ever lost to before?

"You've got five minutes to shoot me, if the fight goes on in five minutes, she's dead."

"Five minutes is too much, believe me," replied Gojo.

The fight began, and Gojo was alone against three bounty hunters and exorcists. Despite the smug look he was giving himself, you knew that he couldn't take it anymore, and you could see it in his eyes.

The fight continued, the blows becoming more and more violent and the after-effects as well, you taking a few blows along the way given the power of some of them. You were screaming, begging Satoru to stop, even if it meant letting you die, you couldn't stand seeing him give himself body and soul to you, just to save you, it wasn't fair, he didn't deserve that. The tape around your mouth finally came off from all the drool you'd accumulated while screaming.

tic-tac

With just two minutes to go, only one of them remained, the toughest. Gojo was physically and mentally at the end of his rope, and it was torture to watch. The knots in your ankles and wrists began to unravel with all your agitation. Gradually, you regained movement. Satoru switched between his red sort, then the blue one, and in between, he used the reverse cursed technique, all at immeasurable speed. He was impressive, you'd never seen him from that angle, but despite everything, you prayed it would be the last time.

tic-tac

One minute, one minute to die, that's the outcome of the fight? it's impossible. Your heart began to beat faster and harder, the drops of sweat bigger and bigger. You felt as if at any moment you might faint. Gojo was at the end of his rope, and so was the bounty hunter in front of him; Gojo had underestimated him. It was all over.

tic-tac

Thirty seconds, you saw the countdown beside you, your eyes switching between fight, countdown, fight, countdown. Time passed so quickly but so slowly at the same time. The ropes came undone more and more. You were going to die, that was obvious, and you hadn't even told Satoru yet that you'd fallen in love with him.

tic-tac

You were doomed either way, and it wasn't anyone's fault, least of all Gojo.

tic-

The last second, you couldn't let yourself die, Gojo was killing himself in front of your eyes, for you. You saw the gun go to your temple, you saw Gojo in the outer corner of your eyes make a move to try to protect you, the bounty hunter managed to stop him.

"YN!" he shouted at the top of his voice. Time passed in slow motion. Gojo was thrown to the ground by the bounty hunter, it was the end. You tried one last time to move, but despite the pain and burns caused by the ropes, you managed to move completely, and the ropes fell away. You stood up and started running towards Gojo, your feet slipping on the ropes.

A first shot, missed. You had just escaped death for the first time.

"Satoru!" you screamed. Satoru realized that you hadn't died from the first shot, but he knew the next one was coming soon.

With the second shot, Satoru had just enough time to take you in his arms and press you against the ground to protect you. You saw Satoru's face contort in pain, and he groaned.

"Satoru, don't tell me you've been shot!" you asked, afraid of what might happen next.

"It's nothing, I've been through worse," he said, laughing lightly as he held the gaping wound that had just been made between his right ribs.

You took Gojo's face in both hands. You looked him straight in the eye, his gaze softening.

"What's the matter, are you hurt?" he asked, completely worried.

"I love you, I'm in love with you Satoru".

Time stopped for a moment, you were locked in his gaze and he in yours. He continued to look at you as if you were all he had left, as if he could burn the world for you. With his right hand, he hugged you tightly, while the other still held his wound.

"I know that - he whispered in your ear - but don't talk as if one of us will die, it won't happen » — He stood up before resuming the fight. All that remained was for you to avoid the shots, but now that you were away from the combat zone, Gojo could afford to go in much harder, and so he did. He used his purple hollow first against the bounty hunter, then a second time against the one who was trying to shoot you. He could barely stand, but it was all over.

He looked at the last two enemies on the ground one last time, "It was fun fighting you guys, but if you don't mind, I've got to get home to my girl now," he said, before ripping the men's heads off and throwing them to the ground.

You looked at Satoru, completely horrified by what had just happened, and ran to him, jumping into his arms. Gojo returned the hug immediately, his right hand stroking your hair and his left holding you by the waist. His head in the hollow of your neck. You cried your eyes out. You never wanted to let go, ever.

"I love you so much, I love you so hard yn it’s making me sick," Satoru said into the hollow of your neck. He'd just completely let his guard down in front of you. "I'm exhausted, I want us to go home." he continued, not wanting to let go of you.

"Let's go home then" you replied as you kissed him, your right hand caressing his cheek.

"I'll probably drop in on Shoko first if you don't mind" he said, laughing softly.

"That was the plan!" you teased back.

In spite of his great size, you helped him walk with his arm over your shoulders. He looked at you, smiled stupidly and laughed. "hey, what's so funny?" you asked — "do you really think you're helping me walk?" — "I'm doing what I can!" — "I know, thank you for that" he replied with a smile on his lips, a tender smile like you'd never seen before. He kissed your forehead and you left the mall once and for all.

happy with the way it turned out :) maybe i’ll do a angst end because this is what i wanted to do in the beginning! tell me if you think it’s a good idea

english isn’t my first language and i use deepl sometimes, tell me if there is anything wrong!

@megumisthirdog, @emilyywhyy hehe !!!

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chimimon · 3 months ago

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No One Noticed

College AU - Shigaraki X f!Reader

Disclaimer! What you are about to read contains the following: graphic descriptions of mental illnesses (anxiety/panic attacks), alluded stalking (if you squint really really hard), suggestive material, mentions on a sharps/knifes (it is NOT what you think), biting <- :), & kissing ♡

& what I have to say is… This first ever aired fic was written in front of a live studio audience. All of the kicking, squealing, and giggling was recorded in real time during the creating of this fic. We also sincerely apologize as one member in the audience asked that the studio put the piece into chatgpt and ask it to quote, “make it gayer”. We unfortunately had them escorted off the premises.

October took you dazed and no one noticed.

The party stopped feeling like a party as you wandered within the rib cage of the house. At the heart of it some kid pumping the room full of bass so heavy, that you could feel it sink into your chest. It was too loud to hear yourself think while also being too loud to hold onto whatever was playing. All you could hold onto was that you needed to find a bathroom, fast before the anxiety unwinds itself in front of everything and everyone; but the bathrooms on the bottom floor were locked, the closet was occupied with people and everyone you got near kept asking you to raise your cup. Part of the crowd was too into beer pong, trying to pull you in as you tried to push your way out. You aimlessly fought your mind’s grasp on empty devastation while one of those faces reached out to pat your shoulder in excitement, loosely trying to bring you in. It made you sick.

Upstairs was where all the magic was found. Some arguments were happening at a volume that rivaled the music, but even louder than that was some love making. It was just your luck that bathroom would be locked too. With your fight wearing thin, you began wildly trying every door again. At the very end of the hall, past the balcony that overlooked the party and, you swam through another crowd of people within the houses throat. Finally, there was a room. You found your green light in a door that was a hair open. The drop in volume made it noticeably quieter, and you slipped in despite sudden convince.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered to the room. I’ll head out soon- I just need a moment you thought to yourself as you pushed the door closed, moving toward a wall.

There was no point in you showing up. There were no friends to see here, and certainly no invitation to the drunken festivities. This was just the house on campus. Touya was known for throwing parties and wasn’t like they stopped anyone who tried to enter. The soul center of these parties were to have good time. That’s all you came here for. A. Good. Time. It didn’t take long before cup in your hand looked off, before the faces stopped looking like acquaintances and more like strangers. The third sip was the charm that brought forward the sudden but still realization that you don’t know anyone at this party. Not really. So, why get drunk with strangers? Why did you come at all?

Lying on the floor with your eyes closed was the highlight of the night so far. The vibrations pushing through the carpeted floor kneaded your back, slowly calming you down. As the anxiety left it felt like your senses were coming back to life. You were finally making your way back to the moment. No more daze, no more paranoia, you could finally be someone lying on the bedroom floor of someone else’s house party.

“Woah,” a voice cut in, “Um.”

You shot up onto your knees petrified. When did someone come in?

“I-” you faltered and looked up.

It was too dark to make out the figure towering over you as your eyes hadn’t adjusted to glow of the night.

“I was just leaving.” you said despite doing nothing to stand.

The moonshine was finally enough to see with. Looking the man square in the face brought you to the notion that you not only (sorta) know him, but that you’ve done most of your partnered class work together. Shigaraki was cordial and quiet. He was pleasant to work with as it was always nice to work with someone competent on anything school related. Shigaraki would actually try to look into each bit of poetry, any excerpt assigned, and every novel you would finish in English. But thinking back on the last couple of months, the realization hit that you have never looked Shigaraki in the face, ever. And if you did it was with little to no need to take in his features.

It could have been whatever likely strong concoction was in your cup earlier, but the moon sat especially pretty on his features. Shigaraki’s dark circles looked a little deeper, the red of his eyes looked blood soaked within his powdery white mess of hair.

It was bewitching. Or maybe it was just the angle at which you sat.

Maybe it was time for you to get off your knees.

Shigaraki maintained eye contact as he dropped down to on his heels, “Did you need a hand?” He tilted his head with a lopsided grin.

“Oh,” you snapped out of it. “Yeah, no that’s-” not necessary, you were going to say. But Shigaraki wordlessly interrupted you as he took both of your hands into his before hoisting you up.

The sudden and full movement of the act pushed you into him. Within your loss of balance you could feel yourself slipping onto his shoulder, but he further pulled you in by the nape of your neck, “You okay?” He readjusted your position back to face you. “Is something up?” Shigaraki asked with wide eyes and furrowed brows. It kind of looked like he was concerned.

It had to be the moon.

You took a couple steps back, fidgeting with the sides of your top as you pulled it down. “I’m fine, just” you smiled, “I’m just a light weight.” you said soberly.

“I see.” Shigaraki raised an eyebrow in search of anything to be read in your face.

Within the bounds he found you, he decided against keeping you in. Shigaraki walked toward his door and waited for you with a reminder about a Shakespearean assignment that’s to be started Monday.

“Did you need my number or anything?” He kept trying to read you. “I know I can be bad with emails.” Shigaraki smiled.

“Are you?” You smiled with a knowing tone. “Just email me your number then.” You finally stepped out of his room.

An email was sent Sunday night saying that class would resume Wednesday because of some personal emergency the English professor was having, but that had clearly left your mind until you stood outside of the Education building Monday morning. Having already made it that far, (as far away as you could be from your dorm), you decided that it would not be time wasted. That time was going to be spent in the library alone, going over Lady Macbeths drive to insanity.

The building was dimly lit and warm with four of those old, green glass shaded lamps on every table. You headed to the only unoccupied table that was tucked away in a corner near some stand alone seating. With the gradually growing crowd in mind, you sat at the edge to leave room for inevitable overflow in the library. Your laptop was brought out but remained closed as you scanned over your borrowed copy of Macbeth atop it.

Just as expected, some students joined your table on the opposite side. They would type things out, wait, and then giggle to themselves with just enough space in-between that it hadn’t disrupted your train of thought. What did get under your skin was the person who seated themselves right next to you. With a couple chairs beside you and on the row across from you open, you wondered why anyone would have to seat themselves as close as possible to you. Moving your book closer to your face, you tried to ignore their presence, but it was your ruminating annoyance that kept you from comprehending anything Lady Macbeth was crying to her husband about.

“Did you get my email?” Shigarakis raspy and curious whisper was coated in sugar.

There was sharp inhale at recognition. “What email?” You tilted your head his direction with your eyes still on the page.

He remained quiet, waiting for you to go on.

“Ah, well no-” you got the hint. “I’ve been here for nearly an hour without opening my laptop.” You continued while closing your book. “Or my phone for that matter.” You finally faced him.

Shigaraki’s elbow was sprawled out on the surface, cupping his face while drumming his fingers on the edge of the table. He was lazily watching you meet his gaze. In this light Shigaraki looked blurry, his dark circles from before were cancelled out by the low, orange light. His dull, and dry skin were similarly muted, but in a noticeably different way than Shigaraki had looked under moonlight of his bedroom. It was that comparison and thought which straightened your shoulders and neck. The thought that last time you spoke to him was on your knees in his room. A thought he held onto, that clearly didn’t bother him.

“No need to get stiff,” he teased. “I had just asked if you wanted to meet up here since class was cancelled.”

Shiagraki tore away his gaze as he dove into his backpack, grabbing his copy of Macbeth and a notebook. He began to go over his notes which included highlighted, and annotated passages in his book, often asking if you would like to copy anything down. He was patient as you looked through and noted his findings and took whatever stuck out to you. Then he asked to look over your own notes. You handed the laptop over his way, now self-conscious about your eloquence on screen. He complimented your findings, seeming drawn to the washing of Lady Macbeths hands and how it was married to her husband's growing confidence in murder.

Shigaraki’s voice was smoothing itself out as the conversation continued, the sugar coating being reduced to a powder. His whispers grew softer as you two went back in forth in studious banter. Every few pages his voice would get quieter, and every few pages you kept having to lean in. With the lack of distance, you felt yourself melting into his scent of sweet lavender. How many inches would it take for your temple to touch his shoulder? Your attention moved from Macbeth to him. It was hard to recall when you last heard him say anything but for the small moment you both had been quiet, you realized that Shigaraki’s attention had been placed on your mouth; and you wanted to ask for how long he had been staring. An even better the question appeared in your mind.

How much further would I need to lean in for our lips to meet?

A muffled buzz emitted from his bag, snapping you both into your starting positions. He pulled out his phone and rolled his eyes. “Sorry to cut this short.” He groaned.

Shigaraki quickly hit enter a couple times, tapped a bit on the keypad and finally slid the laptop back to you. He hurried off before you could properly part ways, making you feel a little crazy about the moment you both seemed to share; but just as you were coming out of this sickly soft spell casted by the library, you were curious to see what he had left for you at the bottom of your notes.

It was two words, followed by his number.

Shigaraki was too kind. The moment you texted him, asking if you could call about class and everything you might’ve missed, he answered without a minute to spare, seeming very prepared to get you caught up.

“I really appreciate you going through all of that with me.” You tried to sound as thankful as one could between light coughing fits and pure exhaustion.

A head cold kept you from going to two English classes in a row, a six days after meeting him in the library. The anxiety of missing a weeks' worth of information was the only thing that pushed you to finally text him. You put it off after feeling silly over the blatant, longing desire you let bleed from your eyes before he left from the library. A desire that he noticed but returned as hunger.

The conversation died as Shigaraki wrapped up six hours of class time in two. “I don’t want to keep you on the phone any longer,” you lied.

“It’s not like you’re not interrupting anything. Besides,” you could hear the air leave his chest as he plopped onto his bed. “This is keeping me from having to be with Touya, and his hellions.” He said matter of fact-ly.

“So,” he dragged out. “About the party-”

“Are you still on the phone with that sick chick, Shiggy?” Touya’s voice cut in the background of the call, and you thanked every lucky star ever placed in your sky.

“Sick chick has a name, and yeah, why?” Shigaraki had no issue saying into the call.

“Because I’m fucking bored.” Touya whined

“Not my problem.”

“Yeah, it is. Toga wants to do my nails because Spinner doesn’t want her to do his, so I let her know I would grab you to so she can do your nails.”

“What does me having my nails done have to do with you being bored?” You could hear him shuffle off his bed, Touya's voice getting louder as Shigaraki approached him.

They continued their effortlessly, snippy banter which pulled a dry and weak laugh from you. Shigaraki smiled, “Oh?” He said with sarcasm. “So this is funny?”

It could have been the fever but his question and syrupy tone gave you butterflies. If you weren’t already in bed, you were sure you would have had to sit on the floor. “Yes sir, it is.” You hummed. “Well, just a little bit, Shiggy.” You bit your knuckle after quietly singing his nickname.

Shigaraki was blatantly ignoring Touya’s pestering, and had started talking over him. “And now I’m Shiggy?”

You could hear his door slam, and you froze.

“I’m kidding,” he sung back. “You can call me that.” He said with warmth.

“Can I?” You grinned at your pillow.

“Yes ma’am.” He hummed knowingly.

“Shigaraki,” you said pouting at his tone.

“What happened to Shiggy?” He teased some more, enjoying your weak whining from the other side of the call. “Kidding, but back to what I was saying.” His voice coolly transitioned back to normal.

The party, his room, and the dizzy feeling that memory brought.

“About texting?” You reached for the wheel of the conversation.

“No- Well,” Shigaraki said thoughtfully. “Yeah actually, why didn’t you text me sooner?” He let you steer.

It may not be a better of direction of conversation but you carried on anyway. “I just,” you smiled at your pillow. “It just seemed that you were doing emails better than you gave yourself credit for.”

“You got me there,” he gave up with an airy laugh.

“So,” you flipped onto your stomach. “Why do they get to call you Shiggy, Shiggy?”

“I never said you couldn’t. Besides, it sounds better when you say it.” He moved the mic closer to his mouth. “Maybe you could try saying my first name.” The gravel in his tone tickled your ears.

“Ahm,” you huffed, embarrassed at how casually he’d suggest that. “Would you prefer that?” You acted innocent.

“I don’t know yet,” he purred, “I haven’t heard you say it.”

Shigaraki had been back in bed, on his side as he spoke to you facing the bedroom door. You excused yourself to grab some water as in as a strong coughing fit occurred. As you stepped away from the phone, he became enamored with the spot you sat in. No, that wasn’t right. You were kneeling when he found you. Recreation pulled him off bed to back where he stood when he found you at the party. “Pretty thing,” he whispered to the spot on the floor.

“Sorry?” you can back, hearing only the second word.

“Nothing,” he scratched the back of his neck. “Ah,” He dryly laughed out. “Did you want to try and do something this weekend?”

You shyly laughed and it made him falter. “It’s fine if -” He stretched away the tension, “I’m sure you’ll need more time to rest.“

“No!” You answered too quickly. “I mean, I think I’m at the tail end of this head cold.” A warmth beyond fever reached your neck, shoulders, and ears. “What does something mean anyway?”

“It can mean food, or it can mean the library. We can talk about our newly assigned excerpt in Macbeth.” He was testing the waters.

“Oh,” you said aloud. “Okay yeah, maybe a cafe then, so we can really talk.”

“What does “oh” mean?” Shigaraki felt pleased to hear the disappointment in your voice.

“Nothing. I just thought,” you stalled. “I just think that’d be nice.” You felt whiplashed.

“I see.” He sat back on his ankles again, “You can come to my place after if you’d like. We can work on Macbeth and get something after.”

“Don’t trick me with an innocent invitation to study in your room.” You mocked.

“Did I say anything about you coming up to my room?” Again? He kept from saying.

“I think the café is just fine, Shigaraki.”

He frowned at the sound of his last name. “Bring your laptop then. Coffees on me.” He sighed.

On Friday, English was fizzling out. You were on act 4 of Macbeth, and as the Professor read the witches warning you were becoming deaf. The room grew large and it felt like she, the professor, was staring at you. It felt like Shigaraki was too.

It was more than a feeling, because they both were, and your professor was headed your way.

“Hun,” she warmly placed her hand on your shoulder. “You’re good to step out if you need a minute, okay?” She whispered as not to draw any more attention than she already had.

Before you knew it, tears began to run down your cheeks, only noticing as you saw them land on the table. For the small moment you looked forward you could see Shigaraki completely turned to you, from behind the professor, with wide eyes. You avoided making eye contact with either of them as your eyes darted to your bag, packing up to leave. Wordlessly you made your way from the second row of seats, across the classroom and out the door.

The clock above the double door exit read 9:47, it wasn’t even 10 in the morning before you fell apart. You couldn’t get your heart rate down. You couldn’t stop the tears. You couldn’t feel the tips of your fingers and your lips were going numb. This terror was stronger than the one at the party and it would not wait for solitude before taking hold.

It was like striking gold when you spotted a single restroom. With cold water, you splashed your face before warming the tap to get back any feeling in your fingertips. As soon as your body could register the water was in fact not warm, but scalding hot, you began to calm down. The heat sunk into your skin like ice even with the water cold again. The bright red, throbbing irritation in your hands was the only thing you could face. The person in the mirror looked pathetic and facing them meant having to accept their apology.

The party was the first time it had ever felt that horrible, but it apparently was not going to be the last.

The restroom wall’s started closing in as you tried to catch your breathe, the hyperventilating only shrunk it further. Like a knife, a soft but rapid vibration cut through your panic.

You answered the incoming call without looking and without greeting.

“What happened?”

“Nothing.” You said lowly. “It was nothing,” You tried to convince yourself.

“Where are you?”

“No where.” The response was automatic and cold.

“No,” Shigaraki cut in.

He called without a second thought and didn’t think about what he was going to say past those first two questions. “I mean, God. How about I take you somewhere?” Shigaraki groaned at how stupid that suggestion was.

You shook your head. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not?” He sounded annoyed. He was, with you and himself.

“I said I’m fine.” You snipped.

Shigaraki groaned and it made you feel guilty for being difficult. “I’m going to be outside the main office.” You gave in.

“Okay.” With that, Shigaraki hung up before he could say anything stupid, and you weren’t sure if you should wait for him.

The front facing camera showed just apparent it was that you had been crying; with swollen lips and doe-like wet eye lashes. Even patting your eyes dry proved to be a painfully raw task.

The dorm, you did not want to go back to your dorm. You were second guessing Shigaraki but knew no one was going to be there. You didn’t have any roommates and you didn’t talk to anyone on your hall. Even if you settled for cheaper student housing, going back to a roommate looking and feeling the way you do was not an option.

The morning autumn air bit your nose as you idly stood around. Every minute felt like ten and it made you desperate to figure out where to go. Staying in place, unsure if you were waiting on anyone made you tear up again like a lost little kid. You found yourself starting at your reflection again on the black screen.

It was embarrassing to think that he looked so concerned and you wouldn’t be able to tell him how to fix it.

The screen woke up, and before the phone could be unlocked, you saw the stack of missed calls from him. Six of them.

You unlocked your phone to stare his contact information, realizing that you hadn’t reached out to him for anything besides school work since you were ill. With that in mind, it made you insecure about whether you should still see him this weekend.

Another few minutes passed as you talked yourself to keep a look out for Shigaraki. You backed up against the main office and slid down onto the floor, tucking your knees up to your chest. Before you returned to scrolling, you scanned upward one more time only to let yourself down. You figured if you were not waiting for anyone, you were going to at least try and catch your breath.

Meanwhile, Shigaraki had called Toga to ask where she took his car.

“I was grabbing us both lunch,” she said. “I got out of class early, and thought that my favorite roomie wanted a little something to eat.” Toga exclaimed, clearly proud of herself.

“I need to pick someone up. And when did you even take my keys?” He patted his pockets with furrowed brows and before settling to scratch his neck. “Never fucking mind, are you close.”

“Hey, lose the tone. I got you food so be nice!”

“Are you close?” He said with the tone in tact.

“Yes~uh! Jerk!” As soon as she hung up, he could hear his tires swerve into the parking lot a block away from where he wanted to be.

“Out of the driver's seat.” He said to her through the window. “Since I’m picking someone up you gotta get in the back.”

“Shouldn’t I just stay up here and drive you two?” Toga shimmied her eyebrows.

“No. Because you answered the phone while driving and I’m gonna get sick with you behind the wheel.”

“I’m doing better.” she unbuckled her belt, folding her arms.

“I won’t let you do my nails.” he threatened.

Toga put it in park and dove into the back seat, folding her arms, huffing, and puffing. “I won’t let you do my nails,” she mocked his low tone.

“And be quiet and when I get her-“

“Her?!” She interrupted with excitement. “Can I do her nails instead?”

“Yeah,” she squealed despite his lack of enthusiasm. “But that’s only if you get out and walk home.” She hit the back of his seat.

“You’re no fun, Shiggy.”

As you pretended to be doing something important on your phone, a text dropped down saying “here.”

You stood up to look around, seeing that a crowd of students were bleeding into different directions but not one of those people was Shigaraki. Another text appeared. “Main office parking lot.”

A car, you thought. You didn’t think he would have a car and somehow that was felt intimidating in your overthoughtful state, but there it was. In front of the main office, behind the faculties parked cars, was a navy blue car that looked gray under all the dirt. Approaching the passenger door, you noticed it was slightly open with Shigaraki leaning over to push it open further. As you climbed into the passenger seat you caught sight of the small blonde in back, and the scent of burgers as you sat down.

Shigaraki drove off as soon as you closed the door, ensuring you wouldn’t back out when you saw his roommate. “Sorry. She had my car.” His used his chin to motion back as turned onto the main road.

“Hi!” She was leaning on middle console, putting her hand out to shake yours. “I’m Toga Himiko.”

You thoughtlessly took her hand and introduced yourself. Her amber eye and fang filled smile was meant to be warm, but returning the smile felt unnatural. As soon as your hands connected, she pulled you in closer to her to examine your nails. Shigaraki heard the hitch in your breath as you adjusted yourself to face her more.

“Toga.”

“What?” She was using both her hands to analyze your nail beds and palms. Muttering something about them being soft.

“She’s not a doll.”

“She’s as cute as one.” she dragged out that last word.

“But that’s a terrible excuse?”

You turned to face him, unsure if the heat in your face was from her compliment or him not denying it. Shigaraki shot an insecure smile at you before turning back to face Toga at the red light.

“Let go of her hand.” He snapped.

“Did you want me to do your nails?” She ignored him and beamed at you.

“I said let go,” he grabbed your wrist and pulled it from Toga's grasp, turning back to face what was still a red light.

“Don’t be a brute.” She pushed herself into her seat. “I was being gentle.” She whispered to herself.

“You were being persistent.” He said loud enough only you could hear. “I’m sorry she’s just- like that I guess.” She kicked his seat, and he rolled his eyes.

You coughed to suppress nervous laughter. The light turned green, and you turned to stare out the window, wiping the whole scene from your mind.

“We’re not far, we’ll be home soon.” Shigaraki shot a dirty look at Toga in the rear view as he turned into the block.

“To your house?”

Toga theatrically gasped. “You didn’t even tell her where you were taking her? You slut.”

“Shit,” he hadn’t realize that he completely skipped over that. “I can turn around, I’ll just take you home.”

No- “It’s fine,” your voice rode up. “It’s really okay.”

Shigaraki nodded although didn’t believe you.

The sidewalk looked funny from the passenger window. If you closed your eyes, you could imagine yourself walking up the driveway as Shigaraki pulled in.

Toga was the first out of the car, and into the house. Taking the smell of fast food with her, she placed one bag on the counter and kept the other to take to her room. “You’re welcome. It’s a combo, you dick.” She made a face and stormed off. “If I knew you had a friend, I would’ve bought an extra meal!” Toga’s voice faded as she headed down the hallway. “It’s nice to meet you by the way, he’s a dick though so… sorry!” and her door shut.

Shigaraki shook his head, and spun around his keys. “I can still take you home.”

“I don’t want to be alone right now.” You nearly interrupted him.

He nodded without pressing further, dropping his keys and taking his bag of food off the counter. “Hungry?”

When you looked up, he was studying you the same why he did that night. You watched his eyes scan your face, and neck.

“I can take the fries.” You figured.

Anxiety brought in nervousness before dissipating. Being back into that house was not making anything better, but it was not making anything worse, you were simply surrendering to the structure. It was too clean inside; the staircase was not how you remembered it to be, and the balcony looked naked without bodies peering over. The comparison was taking you out of the noonday sun, and placing under the midnight moon, it was like you could feel its heart beating again.

Shigaraki noticed you weren’t focused on anything you had been looking at, you still looked lost. He started knocking on the wall a couple times to get your attention and when that didn’t work he decided to take your hand in his, smoothing his thumb over yours. “Are you okay if we head into my room?”

Your eyes trailed down at your intertwined fingers and then back up at him.

“You can say no.” He was hoping you wouldn’t, but he meant it.

You nodded with one side of your mouth curled.

“We can head to the living room.”

You thought about it, looking down into the unfamiliar space before shaking your head. “No actually.” One side of your mouth curled up. “I want to go to your room, Shigaraki.” The power in your voice died as you said his name.

He raised his brows at your shy tone. “Well,” the door opened and he let go of your hand, “After you.”

Without a second thought you reached for his hand, then you dropped his hand after catching his index and middle finger.

“Ah,” you shyly laughed. “Sorry I wasn’t thinking.”

Shigaraki snorted as he closed the door behind you and walked over to his desk.

You were melting into his room again, finding familiarity in the air as you made your way to sit on his bed. “Am I okay right here?”

“You’re perfectly fine there.” He booted up his PC, grinning at the screen.

The wall facing the foot of his bed displayed sizable TV on a mount with pictures and posters of movies and illustrated characters surrounding it. Below that stood a pale wooden entertainment center. On the surface were a couple figures of women in burlesque lingerie, and a game console. In the shelves were comics and even more figures in poses to match some of the comic covers. As you looked around the rest of the room there were floating shelves beside his desk with more comics, thin magazine backings and novels in-between. The whole room smelled of him, of a sweet lavender, something woody and human. Especially his bedding.

Curling in on your side, you turned to face the wall opposite of Shigaraki. Upon first glance it looked empty, but in the center was a single frame with a dry preserved, needled moth inside. The longer you stared at the trapped insect, the more it looked like it was shrinking, or like the blank space around it was becoming larger.

You knew what was coming and quickly dropped your gaze to the sheets. They were light grey, his pillows were white, and the mattress was firm. The fight with anxiety was getting easier, finally heading down hill as you focused on feeling the way his sheets hugged your body. Everything looked chaotically organized when you closed your eyes, pushing you nerves to the ground as you recalled what you saw. A clean, lived in mess with a hurriedly made bed to match.

With open eyes, your stare hit the short haired carpet, and for a moment it didn’t mean anything.

Until suddenly it did.

The nerves jumped into action, lunging at your gut. Dodging it was to frantically shove the memory in a paper box, and sealing it shut with painter's tape. The hope that it would hold was easier to stomach as you rolled over to face Shigaraki, who has been caught watching you from the corner of his eye.

“How’s my bed?” he paused whatever he was doing, moving his headphones off his ears and around his neck. Facing you, he leaned his arms forward onto his thighs. “You haven't taken your fries yet.”

Shigaraki was close. “I guess I’m not as hungry as I thought I was.” you said self-consciously. With your hands you pushed yourself back and moved higher up the bed, settling once you were against the headboard.

“But how are you feeling?” His voice gave concern that his face lacked.

“Better.”

Shigaraki leaned back, placing his headphones on his desk, and moved to sit beside you. Before he got comfortable, he waited for your approval. You shimmied away and made room for him to scoot in, propping a knee up to your chest. You leaned in and watched as he laid on his side, propping his head up with his elbow.

“Can I ask you something?” he said to your hip, pulling his gaze to your neck. It felt like Shigaraki was inching near the box.

“That depends,” you said honestly, watching as his eyes found yours. “Is this about tomorrow?”

“Hmm?” Shigaraki 's attention fell again as he thought. “Oh, no, but I might touch on that later.”

“Did you forget about tomorrow?” You feigned offense, trying to get him away from that night.

“Well,” he rolled his eyes. “When you look as empty and lost as you have today, everything else becomes a blur.” He said obviously.

It was supposed to be sweet, you thought, but it didn’t land. Without knowing what to say you asked what he wanted to know. Shigaraki was taken aback by your gloss over his concern and pulled out a box cutter to test the water.

“So,” he pointed to the door and drew a line from there to the floor. “What was that about?”

You were feeling brave and followed the line he made with slight exaggeration. “What was what?”

“The party?” His focus sharpened. “You know. The one that happened in this house.”

“Oh! That party.”

“Yeah, that one.”

The contemplative face he made wasn’t enough to draw out an explanation so you shrugged as you relaxed down into the bed.

Shigaraki got up from his side to move onto you. One hand planted beside your hip, and the rested in the space between your legs. “I think you know what I’m talking about,” He teased.

“Oh,” he said coyly, watching your eyes on the hand between your legs as he readjusted it at your other side. “My bad.”

Shigaraki watched the tension that formed with him a leg shy of being between yours. He held you in place as the painter's tape curled itself back, that knee was a hair away from touching you as his hands made way to the sides of your neck

“Why were you in my room?” His head hung as he stalked your answer.

The lavender was intoxicating, creating a fog that carefully encircled you. The daylight through the blinds painted strips of shadow on his face and shoulders. One line of the noonday sun landed on his eyes and it was like being hypnotized. They glowed like a warning, already catching fire in the warmth he emitted. It drew you in, and you were shamelessly staring at his mouth again.

“Ah, ah-uh. No,” He recoiled. “Answers first.”

You bit your tongue in light of being teased. Oh, how it both bothered and excited you. “Shigaraki, I told you I can't handle my ale.”

“I feel like that’s not it,” he raised a brow and himself from you. “I know that’s not it. You seemed sober and scared even with my warmest grin.” The tone in his voice was no longer playful as the fire went out.

Shigaraki moved off of you, threatening to shift off the bed. The sudden shift in scene casted something over you. You brought the box to him as you reached for his arm, landing on the hem of his sleeve. “I just needed a place to hide.” You opened up.

Honesty looked small in comparison to box it was thrown in.

“I don’t know what came over me, Shigaraki.” Verbal acknowledgment felt embarrassing, but not as much as holding onto his sleeve did; so you finally let go.

Shigaraki made his way back onto the bed, stiff as you sat back with your legs in w-position. “Why hide?” He said after a beat. “Was it from someone? Or, actually- who brought you?” his demeanor softened.

“No,” You shook your head. “No one. And, and I don’t know why.” You thought about how to word it, but looking at him made it hard to think so you turned you attention to the cluttered wall.

“Lately, I just can’t figure it out. It’s like my body is fine, everything is cool, and normal. But then my mind makes my heart race and my stomach drop like something bad is happening. Or more like something is about to happen. Sometimes it’s a slow build, and I can feel that I’m off but lately it’s like someone’s flipping every switch at once.”

With the hope that you don’t sound silly, you also hoped that sharing this might help you feel seen, and Shigaraki seemed like he was listening. When you faced him in-between thought, his eyes were planted on his hands as he hummed in observation.

To him, it didn’t take a genius to put two and two together. What happened in English reflected what happened before he caught you in his room. Shigaraki turned back to you, patiently waiting for you to continue.

“So far, it has started with me not hearing what people are saying, or,” Recalling the events threw you onto the fine line of retelling and reliving, making you stammer. “Or I have trouble recognizing faces.” Your voice shrank.

Shigaraki watched as you swallowed something down and before you could turn away again, he caught your chin with his thumb and index finger. “Go on.” he tilted his head and let go.

“It traveled to the tips of my fingers, and today, I couldn’t feel my lips.” You said thoughtful of his distance again.

Actually, it wasn’t distance, it was closeness with him.

At that time, Shigaraki didn’t actually know what to make of your position when he found you on the floor. He had grown used to finding at least two people in his room. Normally they were in his bed, partially clothed, and too in the moment to snap out of their hot and drunk state. Because of that, it became rare that his door would be left unlocked on the weekends he joined the party, or that he would leave his room at all on the nights he stayed in. Catching you in his space was a weird mix of worry and pleasant surprise.

Well, catch is not the right word.

What Shigaraki had caught was glimpse of you from the balcony and wasn’t sure if he wanted to approach you or spend the night watching you. Approaching you meant meeting whoever brought you to the party, and even thinking about that felt like a chore. What he also didn’t want was to find you wrapped around someone else’s arm. Shigaraki had his eye on you for a while and at first was not planning on it moving past distant admiration, but as time in class passed, the more you two talked, and the more you two talked he found himself reading your body language in toothsome passages. Then everything about you began to tempt him. He would look for reasons to be near you, just see you and keep reading. So, the one time he looked up from the page was the one time you sat on a platter, staring up at him as you did now.

Mixing in what you shared, he was trying to play the scenario in his head, switching his point of view. He was realizing that hadn’t seen you speak to anyone. No one seemed to be looking for you in living room, or trying to stop you for idle conversation; you simply showed up alone and stayed that way. Shigaraki had thought that you maybe got bored of whatever was happening in the kitchen, and couldn’t be bothered to watch beer pong, so when he lost sight of you, he headed to the restroom. He also knew that he had felt something like that before, the panic, but he couldn’t put a finger on when or even how often that might have been.

But then he asked himself, if he had just approached you, would you have just asked to go into his room? Could he have at least kept you company?

“Shigaraki?” The question was asked with you head tilted and up. You leaned on your hands as you got closer to him.

The closing space and locked in eyes was tugging on a loose string.

“I-” he breathed. Can I kiss you? He thought. “Or would that be inappropriate?”

“Would what be?” Your brows stitched themselves together.

Shigaraki shoved impulse aside and questioned his method of drawing out answers. “God,” he said to himself.

“What?” You couldn’t tell whether to be bothered or confused. “God, what?”

“Nothing,” he sighed. “It’s not anything you said.”

“Then what is it?”

“Nothing.” A thin smile said.

“Oh, come on.” you quietly groaned. “I have to be honest and you don’t?” You said semi-playful disbelief.

Shigaraki rolled his eyes as he began to turn away, and you decided to play the same card he did, taking his chin with your thumb and pointer. In dragging his attention back, you saw his eyes narrow like he was stalking again and that sharp edge forced you to let go.

"I mean,” You sat up onto your heels. “I guess I am the guest in your room. Again.” You waited to see what he would say, and when nothing came out you sighed. “I’m sorry for intruding when I was last here.”

“Don’t be.”

“But I am. Things would be, I don’t know, better if I just didn’t hide here in the first place.”

“It’s fine.” Shigaraki didn’t really know what he wanted, but he didn’t to make you regret coming to his room a second time. You probably already did.

“I think I'm going to, uh,” you stuck out a knee to slide off his bed. “I think I should go.”

“Let me drive you.” He sat up.

“No, I can walk. I did last time. Besides it’s only like two.” You weakly smiled. “So, thank you for listening, Shiggy.”

No wait.

Your back was flat on his bed before Shigaraki could register his own movement; he was looming over you, between your legs with his hands clasped around your wrists. Shigaraki studied the surprise in your eyes as it transform into something half lidded and dreamy.

“Tomura?”

That had torn the string. Whatever tied him down in self-discipline had snapped as the sound of his first name thinly spilled out.

His right hand let go of your wrist and darted to the base of your head as his lips met yours with eager force. You kissed him back with just as much enthusiasm, angling your head to let him sink in deeper. Tomura’s lips were dry, but you could taste some sort-of vanilla balm as you caught his lower lip between your teeth. Wordlessly you asked him to let you in while your free hand snaked up to cup his jaw, drawing from him a desperate whine as he opened his mouth for your entry.

With his right hand again, he dragged his fingers down to pull your waist into his, his left hand pulling your wrist to the side of your head. As your tongue snaked into his mouth, his thumb opened your palm to then intertwine with all of his fingers. Tomura held onto your tongue as he pulled away from soft and messy kisses.

“God, you’re sweet.” he trembled downward.

With closed eyes you focused on the feeling of everything soft and messy was peppered onto your cheek and chin. Then Tomura licked the contour of your jaw to the bottom of your ear. He bit your ear lobe and laughed into shell-shaped part of it when you whimpered.

“You’re so soft too.” His hot breathing trailing down your neck. “You even sound soft.”

He played with the hem of your shirt, “May I?”

You nodded and watched as he hands slipped down latching onto your hips. The attention was embarrassing as he took in your tummy. Leaning in and trailing kisses toward your waistband before sinking his teeth into your hip.

“Tomura!” You winced, your hips raising in pain.

You gasped when he forced your hips back down.

“I’m sorry.” He feigned worry.

You bit your lip as his tongue that outlined the marks of his teeth before planting a kiss at the center. The tender feeling grabbed your attention.

“Does that feel better?”

Tomura looked like a hungry animal leering at you through his lashes. He was humming up your waist and didn’t waste a second to resume the trail of marks he was going to leave.

Something tickled. Tomura was just about to slip your shirt up your chest before loud knocking snapped you both out of the moment. “Damn it.” he hissed just under your breast, placing one last kiss before getting off the bed.

As Tomura opened the door Toga looked ready to rip him a new one. “Do you even know what time it is?”

“Apparently not.”

“Check your phone!” She snapped at him, following after Tomura as he made it to his desk. “And you better be behaving.” She said to the back of his head.

Toga then turned to you. “Is he being good to you?”

You sheepishly smiled. “So far.”

“Good. I’m glad.” She smiled warmly, before making a face at the back of his head. “He barely knows how to act so I’m actually kinda surprised.”

“I am right here, Toga.”

“Yeah, so hurry up!”

Tomura scrunched his nose before turning to her. “That was today-”

“Today? Yeah exactly, how else am I supposed to get my own car if no one it gonna take me to check it out?”

“Why didn’t you ask Spinner?”

“How often do you see him on his phone?”

“And Touya?” He retorted.

“Was he really gonna take me, Shiggy?”

Tomura knew Touya didn’t do anything unless it would immediately benefit him and Spinner had his own weird quirks so he got why Toga looked to him.

He looked sad in his own pouty way, and sighed, “Go on.” Tomura pushed forward both his hands.

Toga was jumping with glee as he wiggled his fingers and at first you couldn’t tell what was going on until Tomura gave her the green light to pick whatever color she wanted. As soon as he said that Toga bolted out of the room to grab anything (and everything) she needed to do his nails and as soon she was out, Tomura hopped back onto the bed to kiss you ravenously before his roommate returned.

Toga walked in right as he hopped, but before you could lean back again. Slowly blinking, Toga ignored it and grinned at you, presenting a small selection of polish at the foot of the bed.

“I think you should pick.” She giggled.

“Hmm,” You crawled toward her, shifting around until you were comfortable to carefully examine each color. “What do you think, Tomura?”

Toga’s brows raised when you said his first name, intently staring at him who flashed a modest smile.

“I think the clear one is good.”

“I think so too.” You in spite of having three colors in your hand. “We can put that on top. Toga,” You beamed her way. “Are you comfortable with designs?”

They were facing each other, sitting crisscross on the floor as you watched from the bed. Toga was in her element as she painted each nail but Tomura kept sighing as she alternated between the three colors. “I’m almost done. I just have to do a top coat after this.” She sang after dipping a thin brush into the black polish.

Toga instructed Tomura to mimic her hand fanning in order for polish dry faster, but she warned him it wouldn’t be dry for at least 15 minutes.

“I swear” Toga stood up with her thing. “If you mess with the design or try to wipe the paint off, the universe will tell me and I will break down this door.”

“Got it, girl.” Tomura groaned while unenthusiastically wiggling his freshly painted nails at her.

As soon as Toga left you joined him on the ground, picking up his hand to look at Toga’s work. “She did a really nice job.” you said in awe. “I might have her come back to do my nails too.”

“Don’t call her back up here, please.” Tomura dropped his head before bringing you forward to peck you. “She actually does not need to come back up here.” He said with disdain.

You laughed but returned to looking at his hands. “I think my choice in colors worked out well.”

“Yeah, well” He flipped his wrist to catch yours, pulling you into his lap. “I’d like you pick where we left off.”

Before you could jokingly bring up his nails, Tomura dipped his head into your neck.

#shigaraki tomura #tenko shimura #my hero academia #mha #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x you #shigaraki x y/n #this took way too long #like way too mf long oh my #and this was so self indulgent until I started cleaning it up #like damn #bnha #boku no hero academia #chimimon writes

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remember-the-fanfics · 10 months ago

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Part two of last post

To be fair (Y/n) didn't have trouble for the next month, with the extermination happening, they guess Timothy actually did find a hole to die in.

They would guess wrong when he showed up with friends, who thought it would be a good idea to burn the hotel down with people inside it.

Man, this dude just keeps coming up with bad ideas.

Alastor caught them in time and stopped them while allowing everyone to get up and see the who and the what, Angel Dust, being the first one outside, saw Timothy face and quickly realized the why.

"You!" Said Angel Dust, getting Alastor interest.

"Do you know this not so fine fellow?"

"He came in like a week or so before you showed up, wanted (Y/n) to break the deal they just made with him because he's a lazy asshole." Said Angel Dust just when Vaggie and Charlie showed up.

"Why did you come get us? I would have shown this estúpido not to come back." Said Vaggie with her spear, ready to hurt someone.

"Or offer to join the hotel instead?" Said Charlie, pushing Vaggie's spear down.

"I-I would have loved too if that bastard offered, they just threatened me to leave!"

"They did! He said he wasn't doing this rainbow shit." Said Angel Dust "and they only threatened you after you insulted me!"

"Can we stab them?" Asked Niffty, showing up on Husk shoulder with (Y/n).

"Who are we-." Said (Y/n) before seeing who it was. "Oh."

"You bitch!" Said Timothy, his friends had joined in on the insults as well.

"Quiet." Said Alastor, making all of them shut up. "What should we do with-."

Timothy with a knife went for the closest person, Angel Dust, that he could reasonably kill or injure, (Y/n) didn't ask and he wasn't in anyway to talk later. As quick as he tried, (Y/n) got in the way.

"M̶o̶t̸h̴e̷r̶f̴u̶c̶k̷e̸r̷." They said, grabbing his arm that held the knife and holding him back from anyone.

"Now." Said Timothy, confusing (Y/n) for a second until they saw each of his friends had a weapon.

Everyone was sleeping, they were prepared for a fight, only Alastor could take on these sinners and maybe Vaggie with her spear.

(Y/n) needed to do something! Do something, do something, do something-!

Then (Y/n) didn't remember the rest.

"I'll keep you safe!" A much younger human version of (Y/n) said,

"I know." Said Someone, (Y/n) couldn't look them in the face anymore.

°°•°

"I kept you... safe." Said a slightly older version of (Y/n). They had so much blood on them, until then (Y/n) didn't know humans had that much blood in them.

"No no no, stay awake, (Y/n)!" Said the Someone, obviously trying to keep them focus and awake.

"I love you... more than anything."

"(Y/n) please-!"

'I love you more than anything, you know that?'

Was what (Y/n) trying to say.

••°•

"(Y/N)!" Said someone else, bring (Y/n) back to what they were doing. They looked around to see Timothy or what was left of him on the ground, in peices, and (Y/n) did not expect to see that much gore.

"Ew, thats not cash money to see.." They said before looking at themselves and getting the conclusion that they were the reason Timothy became a crime scene. "..What exactly happen?"

"You ripped his arm off!" Said Angel Dust, laughing nervously because how could (Y/n) not remember that. "Then you-."

"Ripped him to sheds while Alastor dealt with the rest! You kept making him into smaller and smaller peices!" Said Niffty, climbing up (Y/n). "I'm so happy this happened outside, this would be a mess to clean out of the carpet."

"Are you injured?" Asked Charlie.

"I don't think so- oh God, I'm standing in it, I'm barefoot. I'm gonna take a shower and burn these clothes." Said (Y/n), moving away from the mess they made and putting Niffty down away from it.

"That was a fantastic performance, my dear! You could almost be mistaken for a stray from Cannibal town, if only you used more teeth." Said Alastor, who enjoyed the show after making the rest disappear, killed.

"Thanks, I don't usually fight like that." Said (Y/n). "Can you magic me to my room? I need a shower and to process that." They asked, pointing at the remains.

"Very well, my dear." Said Alastor, sending (Y/n) to their room to clean up. "This was unexpected way to fix the problem, yes?"

"I'm also gonna take a bath, I feel like some of it got on me." Said Angel Dust, walking away.

"I think we all need a shower after watching that." Said Husk, joining him on the walk inside with Niffty following behind.

"Never took the young one to take a hand on approach when doing something like that, well see you all in the morning!" Said Alastor before disappearing in the shadows, leaving Charlie and Vaggie alone.

"Charlie, you okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm just worried about (Y/n). We've seen them fight before, never like this. They didn't remember doing this either... I just hope they are okay." Said Charlie, Vaggie nugged Charlie's arm with her own.

"(Y/n) will be fine, they are a powerful Overlord for many reasons. They were protecting us after seeing those sinners had weapons and most of us didn't, that's a good thing." Said Vaggie, trying to cheer up Charlie.

"Like a redeeming good thing!" Said Charlie. "Minus all the gore that happened!"

"Exactly, now let's go inside and take a shower please."

"Oh definitely. That got everywhere."

Ta dah! Slightly longer but lore about (Y/n)! They died protecting someone they care about, the why and how they actually died from is unclear for now.

I've had it in my head for weeks now on how they died, can't really spoil anything though.

I also plan for most things I write in my head and I was trying to get (Y/n) to kill the man in the last part but nooo, just arguing.

Sorry to any Timothy tis the name of the letter I typed first.

#hazbin hotel x reader #platonic hazbin hotel #hazbin charlie #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust #hazbin husk #hazbin niffty #platonic #hazbin vaggie #genz reader

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queer-overwatch · 9 months ago

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Can I get one of OverWatch where the reader is the S/O of Genji, Hanzo, Junkrat, Roadhog, and Junker Queen? Like, How would they react to a reader who has a sword that looks normal at first but when their S/O sees their partner in danger, the sword reveals itself as a cursed sword where the blade changes color and their S/O changes into a demon form (whenever the curse takes effect) to protect their partner and change back once they're safe.

Genji,Hanzo, JQ, Junkrat, and Roadhog w/ a plant sword and demon powers

Sorry it's all headcanons -Xor & Frisk

Junker Queen

❦ ════ •⊰♔⊱• ════ ❦

Ms.Ma'am is FLABBERGASTED

Also lowkey jealous bc thats so cool???? If she could she'd yoink it but since it's your's she won't

She would totally say your sword and Gracie (her knife) are besties

Finds your demon form so incredibly cool

Would absolutely try and fight you while your in it, just to see how it'd go

She can handle herself so it probably wouldn't happen very often

But when it does she's lowkey so into it bc yeah, fuck shit up bbg

Roadhog

━━━━━━━𓃟━━━━━━━━

It's hard to impress this man .

Even harder so for him to get into danger he can't handle.

Seeing you use your sword for the first time absolutely left him keeling.

He was so lost for a moment because who in junker town uses a sword when most people have ranged weapons.

He was surprised at how well you handled yourself , especially with your short temper.

Watching you transform was something else , he half expected something else

But a demon that's something else

Left him speechless more speechless than normal

100% let you know how much he appreciates you afterwards.

Actually make that 200% with a side of approval and cuddles

Junkrat

⫷════ •⊰♨⊱• ════⫸

he's been trying to steal your sword it was why he got with you before he fell In love

the moment he sees what that can do he just wants it , he wants to hold it and tell you , that you've found something gorgeous

He completely forgot the danger for a second before a junker grabbed him by the throat

He was littleraly in awe watching you cut them down, until one of them managed to get the upper hand.

Immediately made the comment that he picked a "feisty one"

100% asks you to show him how you did all of that

Tried to bite your sword afterwards and chipped a tooth

Genji

:: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: ::[]==()

At first he's generally a little startled he never expected you to hold so much potential when Null Sector cornered him .

He loved watching the vines and flowers wrap around your sword it seems so cool and he definitely wanted to try it .

After you'd gotten hurt and decided as a last sitch effort to I leash your demon is he was worried about how the fight might go.

You were very injured at the end but watching you cut and claw down the massive robot he made sure you got the medical treatment you deserved

100% he teaches you how to defend yourself he doesn't want you getting hurt like that again

He also begs to try out your fancy sword , he lets you use his in returns

Hanzo

≫━─━─━─━─◈─━─━─━─━⫸

Bro does not know how to feel

Flashbacks to his brother

Also finds it interesting though in more of a "watching from a distance" way

Also isn't in danger too often though its more likely for him

Out of everyone would probably ask the most logical questions like where your sword came from, how it does all that cool shit, can he try it- etc etc

Would also probably wanna try fighing you though just to try and train for if he ever comes into contact with someone who had a similar ability

#overwatch x reader #junker queen #junker queen x reader #Junker queen overwatch #roadhog overwatch #roadhog x reader #roadhog #junkrat overwatch #junkrat #junkrat x reader #Genji #genji overwatch #Genji x reader #hanzo overwatch #hanzo #hanzo x reader

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toournextadventure · 2 years ago

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movie nights iv

Summary: You gather the Woodsboro survivors to go over your suspect list. Maybe you're just trying to impress Tara. That's for you to know and no one else to find out.

Word Count: 6.1K Warnings: swearing, Scream levels of violence Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader (pt.i) (pt.ii) (pt.iii) (pt.iv) (pt.v) (pt.vi) (pt.vii) (pt.viii)

The door was open. It was wide open, all that rat bastard had to do was walk right through it so you could kill him yourself. No fire escape, no hideaway, only the door. Why hadn't he walked through the goddamn-

"-You're not listening to me."

You blinked once before looking back over to your Aunt Sherry. By some miracle - it was still unclear if it was a good miracle or not - she had been the paramedic on scene. She hadn't truly questioned you yet, but you knew it was bound to happen. Your family was nothing if not nosy.

"What did you say?" You asked, fighting against the natural slip of an accent that would mimic Aunt Sherry's perfectly.

She gave you a pity-filled look. "Did he get ya anywhere else?"

"No," you instantly replied with a shake of your head. "That's it."

"Then you're all set," she said as she went to pat your shoulder. Thankfully she caught herself in time and patted your back instead. "And you don't want to go to Mercy?"

"Absolutely not," you mumbled as you hopped out of the back of the ambulance. "And don't tell Ma or Pop!"

"It's already on the news, kiddo," she said with a shrug. "If they know, they know."

"You're good for nothing," you shouted as you backpedaled to where Tara and her bunch were still standing. "See ya at mass."

Aunt Sherry waved at you and shook her head, but otherwise let you go. You looked down at the stitches now keeping your bicep together. Only five; it could've been much worse. If that was the bastard you were up against, he wouldn't be much of a challenge. Couldn't even swing a knife properly. Talk about pathetic.

You mouthed a “hey” at Tara when you finally got closer. It was cold now that the adrenaline was wearing off and you were finally feeling the cold autumn air. Would have been nice to have some sort of jacket. Or your shirt that Tara was still wearing. Well, you supposed everyone could enjoy seeing you half-naked. You would just freeze to death, it was fine.

“You okay?” Tara asked quietly, her eyes darting to the stitched up wound.

“Course I am, sweetheart,” you said with a shrug. You didn’t have the heart to tell her that it was starting to sting like a sonofabitch.

“Are you hurt?” Sam asked, and both you and Tara turned to look at her. If you were cold before, you were frozen under her icy stare.

“I mean… I’ve been worse,” you said as you did your best to avoid her gaze.

“Good,” she said. You didn’t have time to brace yourself before she slapped your uninjured arm. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“Ouch!” You complained. “The hell are you getting mad at me for?”

“I told you to stay away from my sister,” Sam continued. “You could have gotten her killed.”

“You think I called your stupid little serial killer?” You asked; you could feel the accent coming back in full force. All it did was make you more frustrated. “Isn’t he supposed to call me?”

“Guys-”

“-Nothing happened until you got Tara alone,” she interrupted Danny. “And that’s just a coincidence?”

You scrunched your face up and shrugged your shoulders. “Yes?” You said. “Why would I want anything to do with your psycho killer?”

“Hey, that’s enough,” Tara said, moving to hold Sam’s arm.

It didn’t stop her. “We were doing just fine until you came along.” Sam jabbed her finger into your chest.

“You really think the two ‘a youse were doin’ fine?” You asked. “You’re trust issues and repressed trauma in human form.”

“Hey,” Tara scolded, her eyes now on you.

“Listen, I’m sorry, but I’m right,” you said, holding your hands up in mock surrender. “And you can be suspicious all you want, but why the fuck would I interrupt myself finally gettin’ laid for the first time in months?”

“Oh my god,” Tara whispered to herself as she turned her back to you.

“I have priorities too,” you defended.

“Fine,” Sam said quickly. “If I say I believe you, will you please shut up?”

“Yes,” you said.

You all finally fell silent, Sam still giving you a look that meant she did not believe you, but at least she had stopped arguing. Danny was giving you that stupid “I’m not mad, just disappointed” look, and Tara still wouldn’t face you. What was going on in the world? You were just supposed to get laid, you weren’t supposed to be dealing with… whatever the fuck all of this was.

“So,” you finally said as police continued to mill around you. “What do you guys normally do now?”

“Seriously?” Tara asked, finally turning back to look at you.

“I’m no Ghostface expert,” you said defensively, again. “Do we just… go on as normal?” A chorus of groans followed your question. “Because I still need to go clean up the kitchen.”

“I do too,” Danny said, looking at Sam for a moment before turning back to you.

Unfortunately for him, Tara noticed and she stood up straighter.

“What was my sister doing in your apartment anyway?” She asked him. His mouth flopped open and closed like a fish out of water.

“Oh how the tables have turned,” you said as you crossed your arms over your chest and cocked your hip. “About damn time.”

“I was helping him carry up groceries,” Sam said with a slight shake of her head.

“Oh, so you can go into a stranger’s apartment and I can’t even have someone I know over?” Tara asked.

“Okay, hang on,” you said, somehow turning into the middle man. This whole night was turning into a disaster. You needed a drink. Or five.

“No, she doesn’t get to accuse you when she’s acting suspicious,” Tara said with a shake of her head before looking at Sam and Danny again. “So do you know him or not?”

“Tara-”

“-no, Sam,” she interrupted. “What is he to you?”

You locked eyes with Danny at the same time Tara and Sam locked eyes. Part of you wanted to just break the awkward tension and say Danny was with Sam. It would get Tara off his back and you could all go about the real problem; finally getting you back into a shirt so you wouldn’t freeze your tits off.

Sam sighed. “He and I are… a thing.”

“I knew it,” Tara said softly.

“Tara-”

“-I would’ve been happy for you,” she said. “If you hadn’t accused my partner of being Ghostface.”

“I’m your partner now?” You asked, perking up immediately.

“Shut up,” she said quickly.

“Yes ma’am,” you said, snapping your jaw shut. God you loved when she was mean.

“If I may-”

“-You may not,” Tara said, turning to face Danny. “I don’t want to hear from any of you right now.”

“How about from me?”

All four of you shut your mouths and looked around, finally seeing Detective Bailey walking toward your little group. You sighed and looked around. The last person you wanted to see at the moment was him. Well, okay, the last person you wanted to see was Ghostface, but Detective Bailey was a very close second.

“Why am I not surprised to see you here?” He asked, clapping you on the shoulder of your hurt arm. Oh fuck it hurt.

“Always a pleasure, Detective,” you said politely through a forced smile.

“You sound just like your old man,” he said.

“Bet I do,” you mumbled as you turned your head away.

“I’m going to need the two of you to come down for a talk,” Bailey said, pointing to you and Tara.

“Not us?” Danny asked.

“I’m coming too,” Sam said without waiting for Bailey to answer.

“You’ll be waiting in a separate room,” Bailey said. You didn’t blame him for not even arguing; if anyone knew Sam, they knew to just roll with the punches. “Come on.”

You followed him, Tara quick behind you. With a glance, you saw Danny and Sam talking for a moment before he backed away toward the apartment. She, on the other hand, caught up in only a few strides and forced herself in between you and Tara. If it hadn’t been for the whole just-nearly-getting-murdered thing, you would’ve teased her about her territorial tendencies.

“Don’t put me back there with her,” you said quietly when Bailey tried to put you in the back of the squad car. Right beside Sam. “She’s not my biggest fan.”

“Neither am I,” he said with a smile before pushing your head down and shoving you into the car. “Get in.”

You practically fell into the car, your knees banging against the front seat. It was still cold as hell and now your arm was strained. A quick glance down showed a few little spots of blood. Great. Now that was split again too. Why couldn’t anyone just let you grab some clothes?

The entire ride to the station you could feel Sam’s gaze on you. No, not a gaze, it was a full-blown glare. If you had died in that apartment, you didn’t think she would’ve been too upset about the fact. And Tara was being diplomatic and keeping her mouth shut, looking out the window as the city passed by. It was smart.

“So,” you started, “did you and Danny have a nice night?”

“Shut up,” Sam mumbled.

“Okay,” you said quickly.

Well, at least no one could say you didn’t try.

It was a short drive to the station, and you felt like you were going to combust under Sam’s eyes. The scrutiny didn’t stop when you pulled into the station, and it certainly didn’t stop when you walked in. If looks could kill? Yeah, it was a real thing. It might not kill, but it definitely made you want to die.

“Hey, Y/N,” Linda at reception said when you walked in.

“Hey, babe,” you said with a wink, walking over to lean on the desk. “How’re the little rascals?”

“They’re good,” she said, leaning forward on her arms. “Found you a girl yet?”

“Think so,” you said, fully putting on the charm. “Right over there,” you gestured your head behind you.

“I’m guessin’ it’s not the one givin’ you the “eat shit and die” look?”

You both turned your head to look at Sam, who had now crossed her arms over her chest. Tara wasn’t even trying to stop her; you didn’t blame her. Samantha Carpenter was a force of nature that no one wanted to fight against. Tara had probably learned that after the first Ghostface attack in Woodsboro.

“Good guess,” you mumbled.

“Keep moving,” Bailey said as he walked past you with Tara and Sam hot on his heels.

“We’ll catch up another time,” you said, sending Linda a wink and smile.

“Countin’ on it,” she replied before blowing a kiss in your direction.

Your brother was going to kill you for flirting with his wife.

It was a familiar walk back to Bailey’s interrogation room. While Sam was directed to a separate room, you walked in ahead of Tara and sat down in the seat that you had secretly designated as your own. At the rate you frequented, you might as well just carve your name into the wood. Just so Bailey would always have a reminder of you whether he wanted it or not.

“Here,” he said when he walked in and threw something at you. You flinched, but caught it. “Put that on.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled as you pulled the NYPD shirt over your head. You sneezed. “Sorry,” you said when you wiped your nose. “I’m allergic to pigs.”

“Stop,” Tara whispered to you.

“What can you tell me about tonight?” He asked, completely ignoring your comment.

“We were just having dinner and watching a movie,” you said with a shrug. “Bada bing, bada boom, little rat bastard interrupts.”

“Did you find him?” Tara asked. Why was everyone ignoring you? You were the one with the injuries, right? Shouldn’t you have more of a say than anyone else? Maybe you had a lot more to learn about this whole Ghostface thing than you had thought.

“We didn’t find anything,” Bailey said with a shrug. “Got anyone who has it out for you?”

They both turned to look at you after the question had been voiced. You looked between the both of them. Oh for fuck’s sake, now it was just getting insulting. There was no winning for you, was there? First you’re interrupted, then you’re attacked, then interrogated by not only Sam but now Bailey too? Well, fuck you, you guessed.

“Why are the two ‘a youse looking at me?” You asked. “I stay out of trouble.”

They both gave you exasperated looks.

“I mostly stay out of trouble,” you corrected.

“Was your sister accounted for?” Bailey asked.

“She was across the alley with a guy,” Tara answered with a shake of her head.

“Danny,” you filled in. “He didn’t do this.”

“And neither did Sam,” she said.

“Did he target one of you more than the other?” He asked.

“He turned to face Tara,” you said as you recalled the event. Most of it was a blur, but you could pick out one or two pieces. “But he didn’t have enough time to really target anyone.”

“Then you need to stay safe,” he said directly to Tara. “I would guess he’s going after your Woodsboro crew.”

“Typical,” Tara huffed, falling back against her chair.

“What do we do?” You asked, doing the opposite of her and leaning forward on the table. “Twiddle our thumbs until you maybe catch the guy?”

“Are you calling us incompetant?”

“Yeah,” you said with a nod. “I am.”

“You’re going to go home and let us do our jobs,” he said.

“And if you don’t do your jobs?” You asked with a tilt of your head.

“You’re still going to stay out of it.” He wasn’t even looking at Tara anymore. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal,” you answered.

You kept your eyes locked on his. It wasn’t your first stare down with Bailey, and it certainly wouldn’t be your last. You knew you were on his permanent shit list, but quite frankly you didn’t care. His group of piss poor detectives had let you all down time and time again, you weren’t going to trust him with your life.

And you certainly weren’t going to trust him with Tara’s.

“You’re both free to go,” he finally said. “We’ll be in touch.”

“I bet you will,” you said, but stood up anyway.

Tara left the room before you, and you sent one more glare at Bailey before following suit. To no one’s surprise, Sam was already waiting. She checked on Tara and gave you a once-over before starting the walk out of the station. You gave Linda a smile and a little wave before walking outside.

Where the news stations were waiting.

It was absolute pandemonium. Too many voices, too many flashing lights, you were amazed the Carpenters weren’t fazed. Well, you were amazed but not surprised. You knew all the shit they had to deal with since Woodsboro. They were probably used to all the commotion that came with being survivors of a brutal series of killings.

“Don’t talk to them,” you said as you quickly got between them and the reporters. “Keep walking, I’ll take care of it.”

You turned around and held your arms behind you to keep a hold of Tara and did what you knew would work. As your godmother had taught you, you started swearing up a storm. Every word you could think of to form the most colourful string of curses you could come up with. The looks of pure agitation and frustration on the reporters’ faces was enough to make you smile.

“That doesn’t work on me, sweetheart.”

Your smile fell when Gale walked into your view.

“Now’s not the time,” you said with a pointed look. “We can talk later.”

“An exclusive?” She asked, following behind you as you pushed Sam and Tara down the sidewalk and away from the station. And the reporters.

“Without your cronie,” you said.

Gale gave you a look of pure exasperation, but only a moment later waved for her cameraman to leave. You waited for him to be out of earshot before you gestured for her to follow you, and she instantly fell into step with you as you both caught up to the Carpenters. They didn’t seem as impressed, but at least they knew her.

“Are you okay?” She asked you. “I heard you got hurt.”

“Just a scratch,” you said with a shrug. “Far less than you lot have gone through.”

“I had wanted to keep you out of all of this,” she said.

“Well,” you sighed. “Seems I’m in it now.”

“What are you doing here, Gale?” Sam asked, turning around quickly and stopping the four of you in your tracks. “I think you know we’re not too happy with you.”

“No one is ever happy with me, sweetheart,” Gale said with her News Smile. “I’m actually here to check up on Y/N.”

“With your cameraman?”

“How do you know Y/N?” Tara and Sam asked at the same time.

Everyone turned to look at you, who was in the process of biting your fingers off. You froze under the scrutiny, your hands slowly falling back down to your side where you shoved them in your pants pockets. It seemed like you were just going to be interrogated for the rest of your life.

“I’m their godmother,” Gale said when it was clear you were a little too frazzled to talk.

“Excuse me?” Tara asked.

“My Pop went to college with her,” you finally managed to say. “Suppose he liked her enough to make her part of the family.”

“And you just failed to mention that little fact?” Tara asked, her arms crossed defensively over her chest. Oops.

“Didn’t think it mattered,” you said with a shrug, “I’m not Woodsboro.”

“Can we focus?” Sam asked. “What do you want, Gale?”

“What happened?” Gale asked. “No recorder, no camera, just tell me.”

The three of you looked at each other and sighed. They might not trust Gale - which was understandable, she had written a book when she said she wouldn’t - but you did. She might not be blood, but she was family. You gave the Carpenters time to stop you before turning to face her and telling her what happened.

You ommitted the little detail that you were mid-lay.

“I’m going to go do some digging,” she said with a dazed nod of her head. “You do the same?”

“Yes ma’am,” you said with a shrug. “I’ve got a few things to go over.”

“Good,” she said before looking back at Sam and Tara. “Stay safe.” She looked at you. “All of you.”

All of you nodded and mumbled an agreement before bidding Gale goodbye. You watched and waited for her to be gone before turning back around to face the others. Now that everything had mostly calmed down, you were starting to focus on the real issue at hand again.

“What now?” Tara asked, her eyes flicking between you and Sam.

“We need to meet up with Chad and Mindy,” Sam said. “Fill them in.”

“I’ll head to my apartment,” you said. Tara opened her mouth to protest almost instantly. “I need to go over a few things.”

“We need to stick together,” she said.

“We can all meet up at my apartment tomorrow night,” you said with a gentle voice. “I’ve got some digging of my own to do.”

“No one even knows where you live,” Sam said. She looked at Tara and waited to see if she knew. Thankfully, she didn’t, and Sam let out a barely noticeable sigh of relief.

“I’ll call you from a burner and tell you the address,” you said. Both girls looked at you with raised brows. “Can’t trace a burner, and it guarantees it won’t be mirrored.”

“That’s some sketchy shit,” Tara said. “How do you know this stuff?”

“Got a few tricks up my sleeve,” you shrugged. “Still not Ghostface,” you defended when Sam gave you a judgmental look.

“Then we’ll see you tomorrow,” Sam said. “Come on.”

She turned around to leave, and you stood there watching her go. Tara hesitated, looking between you and Sam. As much as you wanted her to stick around, you knew she needed to be with her gang. No one could understand them the way they understood each other, and one little half-hearted attack didn’t make you one of them. You knew that.

“Go on,” you said softly with a gentle smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She looked at you for a little too long, long enough to have you shifting your weight from foot to foot. You inhaled deeply, trying your best to calm your racing thoughts and pulse. Tara stepped forward slowly and grabbed the front of your shirt, pulling you down just enough to plant a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“Stay safe,” she said. “I mean it.”

“Yes ma’am,” you said with another smile.

Tara took that as good enough and turned around, jogging to catch up with Sam. You could see the both of them talking, and Sam’s arm wrapped protectively around Tara’s shoulders. It was sweet. You couldn’t even imagine what all they went through on a regular basis. All the chaos was enough to make anyone insane. They were lucky to have each other.

You shook the thought out of your head and started the long walk back to your apartment. If they were all coming over tomorrow night, you would need to have all your ducks in a row. No way were you inviting veterans into your home only to look like a fool.

—---

By the time everyone showed up at your apartment, you were running on 43 hours of being awake, your seventh espresso, and your 13th RedBull. Were you going insane? Yes. Could you smell colours? Absolutely. In fact, red smelled like black pepper. Or maybe that was the disgusting takeout you had been munching on for the past nine hours.

Damn, you needed to clean. Thank god Garret wouldn’t be back from his parent’s house until next weekend.

The knock on your front door pulled you back to the current situation. Right. You were going to show everyone what you had discovered. Which, not to brag, but it was pretty impressive. You managed to sweep the majority of the trash into a trash bag and put it off to the side before tripping over papers on the way to the door.

“Hey,” you said with a frazzled smile when you threw the door open and saw the entire gang standing there.

“When was the last time you slept?” Anika asked.

“Or showered,” Chad chimed in.

“Just get in here,” you said as you stepped aside. “I’m definitely on to something.”

“Good, because I have my own theories,” Mindy said with a smile. She was the first to enter.

You said hi to every one of them as they came in. Anika gave you a chaste kiss on the cheek and Quinn patted your unhurt arm. When Tara finally walked in, at the very end of the line, she gave you a look that you… couldn’t quite describe. She didn’t look sad. You supposed “worried” was a much better descriptor.

“You didn’t even change out of the shirt,” she said, pulling lightly on the NYPD shirt that you were still sporting.

“Shit,” you mumbled, “you’re right.”

“Go change,” she said, and you nodded before shutting and locking the door behind her.

“Get settled,” you told everyone as you walked into your room. You left the door open as you dug for something to wear. “All ‘a youse stayed safe, right?” You called.

“Safe and sound,” Anika called back.

“Good,” you said, tossing the NYPD shirt onto the bed. You were still trying to orient the new shirt as you walked back into the living room. “I’ve got some information you’re all going to love.”

“Who is that guy staring at us from across the alley?” Chad asked.

“What?” You said as you finally pulled the shirt over your head. You walked over to the window to see who he was talking about. “Oh, that’s Tony.”

“Who?” Sam asked.

“My older brother,” you said, shooting a wave at him. He waved back and smiled. “After the other night, I asked him to keep watch. His bedroom window watches the fire escape outside my room.”

“How many brothers do you even have?” Quinn asked, mostly to herself.

“Five,” you answered anyway, “and two sisters.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Tara asked incredulously.

“What can I say,” you shrugged. “We’re Catholic.”

“And you trust Tony?” Mindy asked. “Like really trust him?”

“With my life,” you said. “Now, everyone sit down, I’ve got a few things to show you.” You looked around. “Where’s Ethan?”

“Econ,” Chad answered.

You looked around for a moment, collecting your thoughts. “Alright then,” you said. “Mindy, would you like to enthrall us with your theories while I get my stuff situated?”

“I would love to,” she said with a smile as she stood up in front of everyone.

You listened to Mindy’s talk about sequels and remakes and upping the budget and yada yada. It was all very flashy, very out there, but you could respect it. If anyone would know what was going on, it would be Mindy. And she managed to fill more than enough time while you finished pulling everything up on your laptop and hooking it up to the projector on the ceiling.

“Now we shall hear your theories,” Mindy said as she practically handed you the floor.

“Not necessarily theories,” you said, “but I dug up some dirt.”

“And how did you manage to do that?” Chad asked as he leaned back against your couch.

“Well, Chadwick,” you said, ignoring the glare he sent you, “I learned from a very reliable source.”

“Gale is their godmother,” Sam explained.

“And my sister Martha is a tech guru,” you said as you pulled up your powerpoint presentation, “so I learned from the best.”

“Did you turn this into a TED Talk?” Quinn asked with a tilt of her head.

“Why yes I did, Quinn, thank you for asking,” you said as you pulled up the first slide.

“How long is this presentation?” Tara asked.

“Long,” you said with a smile, “so buckle up.”

You went over everything you had managed to dig up for the past 18 hours. From all the Reddit conspiracies, to possible motives. You pointed out how all the theories of Sam being the killer had all managed to come from different sock puppet accounts, which all connected to two different real accounts, which shared IP addresses.

“And you learned how to find that out from your sister?” Anika asked as she leaned forward on her thighs.

“Yes I did,” you said, “and she’s never wrong.”

“Who do the two accounts belong to?” Tara asked.

“Now that I don’t know yet,” you sighed. “But we got our two potential Ghostfaces right there.”

“Two?” Sam asked.

“There’s almost always two,” you said. “Except for, uh, what’s his name,” you shuffled through some of the papers on your table. “Ah, that Roman guy.”

Everyone looked at you with a mix of shock, confusion, and amazement. And maybe a little bit of fear.

“I told you I did my research,” you defended. “Unlike you guys, I didn’t grow up with Ghostface as part of my school curriculum.”

“So you did all this just to tell us you still don’t know who it is?” Chad asked.

“I’m not a detective, I’m doing my best,” you huffed. “It’s more than that pig Bailey ever did.” You instantly looked at Quinn. “No offense, doll.”

“None taken,” she said with a shrug.

“But I do think this means he’s going after you, Sam,” you said. “He painted a bullseye on you with the Reddit bullshit. Must’ve pissed someone off.”

“Seems that’s all I ever do,” she said with a huff.

Everyone got to talking, going over what you had managed to find out. You continued shuffling through your papers, seeing if there was anything else you had left out. All the adrenaline and caffeine was starting to wear off and your eyes were fuzzy, but you could focus long enough to read. Mostly.

Your phone vibrated on the table, and you looked down. From the area code, the call was from the Bronx. If anything, one of your siblings got a new phone and was calling you to let you know. It had happened far too many times anyway, you shouldn’t have been surprised.

“Quit breakin’ your goddamn phone,” you said immediately after answering.

“Hello, Y/N.”

You froze.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. “Cat got your tongue?”

Everyone was still talking amongst themselves. You didn't know if you were supposed to tell them about the call or not. No one was looking at you, so you walked over to the window. When Tino looked over, you signed for him to watch.

"You and your buddy showin' up tonight?" You asked. "Or are you both a couple 'a pussies?"

"You're bold," he said. "Have you learned much from your research?"

"A bit," you said. You were eying the streets below. Surely he was somewhere close.

"Then I'll ask you the single most important question," he said. "What's your favourite scary movie?"

“Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure,” you said. “Large Marge will haunt me till I die.”

“You think you’re funny.”

“My Ma told me I’m a natural comedian.” He wasn’t in the alley. Where was he?

“You ever seen Stab?”

“Not really,” you said. You were vaguely aware of the fact that everyone had fallen silent. “I think they're insensitive."

"Insensitive?" He chuckled. "How chivalrous."

"You gonna play your game or not?" You asked, finally turning back around to see everyone staring at you.

Oh no.

"Did you check Garret’s room when you got home last night?"

Your eyes darted to Garret’s closed bedroom door. No. No you hadn’t checked it last night. The phone fell from your hand as you vaulted over the armchair in your way. Someone was calling to you, but you couldn’t hear what they were saying. Without any hesitation or sense of self preservation, you threw the door open.

No one was in there.

“Shit,” you mumbled to yourself.

“Don’t go in there!” Mindy shouted at you from the living room. “Have you never seen a horror movie?”

“Just shut up,” you called back. “Get out,” you said when you grabbed one of the baseball bats you kept in every room of the apartment. “Tony’s apartment number is 413, it’s a four floor walk-up.”

“I’m staying,” Tara said.

“Come on,” Chad said; you hoped he grabbed her and forced her to leave.

This is a stupid idea, you thought as you stalked your way to Garret’s closed closet door. Sure, you had a bat, but you had no idea what you were going to do if that fucker was in there. What, you were going to just bludgeon him to death? Yeah, that would look great on your rap sheet.

“Here goes nothin’,” you mumbled as you turned the doorknob and threw the door open, the bat primed and ready.

No one was in there either.

“What the-”

-screams came from the front door.

Shit.

You tripped over Garret’s duffel bag that he had left and hit the floor with a hard *thud*. The stitches on your bicep pulled tight. You could hear your pulse racing in your ears as you pushed yourself back up to your feet and ran out of the room.

Just in time to see Ghostface pulling the knife out of Anika’s stomach.

You saw Mindy not too far away holding her bleeding arm, but you couldn’t find anyone else. That was probably a good thing.

Ghostface lifted the knife again.

The wood of the bat rubbed harshly against the skin of your palms as you swung. It hit his head with a hollow *thunk*, and he groaned and fell to the ground. You didn't recall crossing the living room.

“Go,” you shouted as you pushed Anika and Mindy into your room and slammed the door behind the three of you.

Mindy helped Anika onto your bed and pushed against the wound that you could now see went all the way from her sternum to her stomach. Your own stomach twisted at the sight. The muscles in your legs were frozen even as your mind ran rampant.

Something grabbed the doorknob.

You dropped the bat and lunged, slamming into the door right as it opened. Your hands wrapped around the doorknob as it twisted erratically. The metal started to heat up from the friction and you could feel it burning the skin on your palms.

"We're going to die," Anika cried.

"Try to stay positive," Mindy told her even as she was looking around the room for… you didn't know what.

The doorknob twisted again. The door opened slightly, and you slammed your shoulder into it again. Why didn't you fix the fucking lock when you had the chance last week?

"If we get out of this alive, I'm fucking strangling you-"

-The gleam of a knife shut you up and took over everything in your sight.

You followed as it pulled out, leaving a hole in your door right beside your head along with a light smear of blood.

"Get out," you said, your eyes still glued to the blood smear on your door.

"What?" Mindy asked

"Fire escape leads to Tony's room," you said.

"Tara will kill me if I leave you-"

-the knife drove through the door again. You jumped back but felt a sharp sting in your hip.

The door tried to fly open again. You yelped, but pushed against it harder. Your bare feet dug into the carpet and you could feel the strain in your thighs.

"Give me the chair," you ordered, waving your hand vaguely in the direction of a metal folding chair.

Someone shuffled around the room, and in seconds you felt the chair in your outstretched hand. You placed it underneath the doorknob.

The knife pierced the door again.

And again.

"Come on," you heard Mindy say to Anika. At least you assumed that was who she was talking to.

Anika groaned, but the sounds meant they were moving. Hopefully to your window. Your pulse was rushing in your ear.

The doorknob jiggled again.

"Grab my hand!" Okay, that was Sam, the window was open.

The knife came into your field of view.

Oh god this was so stupid!

"Y/N, come on!"

Tara?

The doorknob quit moving and the room was enveloped with a deafening silence.

You let go of the doorknob slowly and took a few hesitant steps back. The heel of your foot hit the bat, and you reached down to pick it up without taking your eyes off the door.

"Just get out here!"

The grain of the wood rubbed your palms raw as you tightened your grip on the handle. It hung in the air above your shoulder, ready to swing.

I dare you to try it.

"Tara wait!"

Someone stepped onto the fire escape before climbing into the window. You didn't dare turn from the door. A familiar hand touched your ear. It stung.

"You're bleeding," Tara said softly.

You didn't answer.

There was banging in the living room. You twisted your hands around the bat and planted your feet. So help you god, if Ghostface even so much as sneezed you would-

"-It's Bailey!"

Your heart skipped a beat. Maybe two.

"We have paramedics downstairs," he continued, "open the door."

Your eyes stayed on the door even as you toed the chair, pulling it until it fell to the ground with a *clang*. Your grip on the bat tightened as you watched the doorknob twist.

Detective Bailey stepped into the room, hands held up in surrender.

You exhaled sharply and felt all the muscles in your body relax.

The bat fell to the ground as your vision went fuzzy. Tara's hand fell and rested on your hip.

You supposed you had just survived attack number two.

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