#going to bed soon so i'll add people in the morning probably

[classicslesbianopinions]

oh by the way my tumblr classics community got approved and i literally didn't have the mental energy to do anything about it but if you want to join it reply here and i'll add you. it maxes out at 500 people because this is a functional website but i'll add everyone i can.

[misasimagines]

dating hcs / reader x Ren (Tokyo Debunker)

included characters: all about Ren (much like the rest of my blog sometimes...)

rating: SFW, nothing NSFW here I prommy.

warnings: he's just a menace. Only thing assumed about the reader is that you are smaller than him in one bullet point. These are also much more casual and not as polished as I try to make my normal fics so sorry if that bothers you!

I can't promise there won't maybe eventually be a part 2 or a NSFW version of this. genuinely someone save me please im being held hostage in my own brain.

Level 10 clinger but he won't admit it. He's just like Where are you going :/ when you get up and it's like bro I've been here 4 hours? And he's like …. whatever you can leave …. And that obviously means he does not want you to leave.

But it's somewhat okay! Because he actually gives really good hugs. Just only to you, everyone else gets the stiffest and most uncomfortable hugs that result in him shoving them away and groaning and complaining about harassment. With you, you get a nice snuggly hug and he groans and complains if you try to wiggle out too soon. give and take.

You can go make yourself some ramen and he's like hanging off you, arms wrapped around your waist, resting his chin on your head or shoulder like, are you making me ramen too? And you give in because he's being uncommonly cute. And then he's immediately giving demands like don't cook it too long and it gets mushy, that's gross, and don't add the seasoning packet on top like that because it gets all clumpy and gross like BOY do you want your ramen cooked for you OR NOT? No matter how you make it, he's going to make a face and be like “This is trash…no I'll eat it…it's whatever…” it's not trash, he's very touched, he's just insufferable.

If you're sleeping in the same bed as him and get up in the morning before he does, there is a non-zero (and by non zero I mean incredibly high) chance he's just grabbing you around the waist, pulling you back down, and complaining that it's too early. Okay? I have a job??? He will just hold you tightly and whine at you that he was warm and comfortable and you can't just leave him, he doesn't sleep as well without you. He's too tired to really realize what he's saying and will deny this later, instead being like ugh whatever you take up too much room in my bed, you're lucky I sacrifice so much for you… (wait don't go back to your room tonight, take me with you-)

On sleeping, you probably go in thinking that sharing a bed with him will be just sleeping on opposite sides as separate as possible. Not true. He's the big spoon and you are no different from a body pillow now the way he's laying half on top of you. If it's too hot though, then yeah, get out of his bed….I mean don't really, he'll complain if you leave, but he's sprawled out and doesn't want you to touch him at all.

Really doesn't want to go on dates. He's like we can just stay in, right? ….watch a movie and play games…. going out sucks and it's expensive and we could run into people we know and they'd ruin it anyway… but when there's a new movie that he wants to see, he's like we Have To Go. We Have To. But when it was YOUR ice cream shop he's like….it's too cold out to get ice cream why do you want to go there?? Just buy a popsicle at the convenience store or smth….

He will give in and do things you want, though. You just have to be clear with him that it should be fair and equal, where you go and when. You stay in with him one day, he goes out with you another. Equality. This doesn't stop him from complaining. He's true to himself there.

Really though he's just embarrassed about going out and being perceived as Guy Who Goes On Dates because that's just. Too much. So if he's ever really apprehensive, he's probably just overthinking and overstimulated by it and you should probably just accept it's a stay at home night.

Like if someone starts poking fun at him for being your boyfriend or something he's like instantly kind of freaked out and bothered. Not because he doesn't want to be your boyfriend but because having it pointed out and being a part of his identity just kind of scares him. He'll be off and probably a bit avoidant for a few hours at least because of this.

He DOES use you for excuses though. Haru walks in and Ren's like nope can't do anything today look, they're laying on top of me, can't move, would ruin their day, you don't want to ruin their day right? If you want them to suffer, you can make me leave and do work but that's on you then. And of course Haru is like 😭 I could never do damage to your lovely partner 😭 

Your own participation doesn't matter here. You could be standing up and the second Ren hears Haru's footsteps, he's yanking you down on top of him so he can make that excuse. 

As awful and selfish as he is, he can be sweet, he just can't have it acknowledged. He'll bring you stuff from the store if he thinks/knows you like it and he'll pick out movies you'd like and he would 100% follow you around in a mmo he made you start and just murder all the enemies for you so you can progress easily. + He's throwing high level gear your way because he doesn't need it and he would grind for the cute pet you wanted so he can give it to you.

If you want to vent and complain and bitch, he's your man. He's like yeah fuck that guy (never met that guy in his life) he sucks. He's your biggest supporter for being a hater. If you're like I hate this person - when he meets them? He hates this person too. They don't have a chance here.

Coworker or peer who's mean to you? He meets them and is immediately like [disgusted face] I see what you mean. And the coworker is like??? See what??? Bro???? And he's mean! He's not nice to them. He's not actively insulting them, but whenever they talk he's making a face and sighing like he's never been so disgusted before.

He also holds grudges for you. Someone bumps into you in public and doesn't apologize? Permanent spot on his shit list. Friend argument that makes you upset or, even worse, cry? That friend is dead to him and he will not forgive them on your behalf. Doesn't matter if you don't care or you forgive them, he is not letting it go.

Will put on actually scary horror movies to watch so when it's time for you to go home/send him home, you're like……um I don't want to be alone, I'm scared. And then he can be like ugggh fine I guess I can stay, you're so needy (LETS FUCKING GOOOO)

Doesn't really do pet names, but if you call him a pet name like babe, honey, sweetie, etc he's blushing and he'll basically do anything you want because he doesn't know how to Think right now.

If you're upset about something, he's not great at advice or comforting words, but he'll cuddle you and let you relax and he won't complain about it. He'll even go pick up a comfort meal for you or make you some tea/coffee/etc. He'll be like, You like this movie right? We can watch it. - even though you know, for a fact, he cannot stand that movie. 

He'll just hold you and pet your head and listen and stay quiet for once.

Mostly, he doesn't like attention being brought to any of the sweet or generous things he does, and he has to ruin most of his own shows of affection by being selfish or whiney. It doesn't mean that he didn't have good intentions when he did the nice act, he just can't have them like super focused on because he gets embarrassed. Say thank you or give him a little kiss on the cheek and don't gush about it and he'll be okay. Maybe a little blushy but okay.

Also he's a drama queen. I don't think I even need to elaborate on this because it's so evident but he just reacts intensely to some things even if he tries really hard to be Too Cool to look more than just annoyed. Good Luck Fellow Soldiers.

Actually please pull the most basic “jump out and scare him” pranks because he screams every time and it's hilarious and he hates it but it's payback for all the bad horror movies.

Also payback because he'd let you borrow his hoodies, and the sleeves would be too long for you, and when you're not paying attention, he'd pull the loose ends behind your back and tie them together and then pull the hood over your face so you're trapped and can't see. This is because he is evil. And he does it whenever he thinks you've forgotten that he does this, and even if you remember and fight back, it's a losing battle. He deserves all the terrible things that happen to him 🫡

He looks so smug when he does this and mostly just uses it for leverage to make you stay with him longer than you planned to or if you were being bratty or something. 

If you Wise up and try to avoid this, he'll just come up with new methods. He's stubborn and you're basically challenging him so… best of luck, soldier 🫡

[neoarchipelago]

And they were Roommates (part 5)

A/N: MY OH MY. This tag list has grown so much it makes me so happy! Thanks to the anonymous ask, i indulged myself and added a little self care on reader being sick. It honestly comforted me.

Again you are all entirely welcome to send some heacanons, tropes or ideas to add to this.

and yes. You'll have the slowest burn ever.

YOU WANTED TO BE FLUSTERED? HERE YOU GO MWAHAHA

Warnings: some 18+ inuendos, swearing.

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You were exhausted. It had been an awfully long week. To your demise, sickness had entered your ranks. Sergeant McTavish was first. Whaling like a wounded soldier every time he felt a cough erupting. The drama queen had soon infected the others. 

"We should have taken him out when I said to." 

You had rolled your eyes at Ghost's remark. 

Colonel Vargas was second. It had been slightly less complicated. He seemed to handle the flu much better. Gaz, he, had sung the song of his people with Soap, acting as if they've been shot. Though as per Price's comment, they complained far less when they had actually been shot. 

Of course they had all nested in the apartment, Ghost highly irritated, asking them to go die somewhere else where they wouldn't bother him. 

Being a medic had never been your dream. Yet you had to improvise yourself as a nurse for the week, giving medication and hot beverages to the wounded soldiers, or as you affectionately called them, pussies. 

Price had followed, he had acted as if nothing was wrong, the obvious raspiness of his voice betraying him. He had kindly refused your offer to take care of him, but gave in at the warm soup for dinner. Your best patient so far.

Now to your worst patient. Ghost. He had entirely avoided any care package thrown his way, resulting in a lot of bickering to the amusement of the rest of the healing squad. 

"Take your fucking meds." You said annoyed.

"Fucking make me." He dared. 

You threw him your most annoyed glance. 

"I will punch you." You threatened. 

"Sure thing gremlin, reach my face first." He answered in the same tone. 

You had kindly thrown every pillow in the living room at him, taking the one underneath soap's head, earning a 'hey!' from the agonizing man. 

He had still accepted warm beverages, and after a very long fight and a threat to get drunk again, he had taken his meds. 

It was finally over. Everyone was on the path of healing. Your duty was done. 

Unfortunately for you, on this fine Sunday morning, you woke up with a raging headache and a sore throat. 

You had been infected by the zombies. The game was over. You sighed. You had hoped very very strongly that you might escape the plague but the fight had been lost. You groaned as you sat up in bed. The warmth radiating from your body couldn't betray the obvious. You had a fever. You closed your eyes, cursing every baby man in the apartment because, OF COURSE, they were still camping around. Price was the only one who went back home for the night and came back in the morning to babysit his men. 

You tried to stand, grabbing the black hoodie laying on your desk chair. You'd be fucking damned if you gave him back his hoodie. And he'd have to deal with you stealing the others too. Throwing it on, you tried to walk out of your room, the men complaining in the living room were being way too noisy for your pounding head. Finally appearing in the doorway the men turned to you. 

"Oh god… you got sick." Price said. 

The look of annoyance on your face couldn't betray it. You walked to the counter where Ghost was eyeing you carefully. You stared into his eyes. 

"Johnny, make some tea." Ghost ordered, not dropping his gaze.

"Copy." Soap said jumping from the couch and jogging to the kitchen. 

"Gaz go get some meds" he ordered again. "Copy" Gaz spoke out loud, walking to the front door. You felt your cheeks color. 

"I'll go buy some snacks." Alejandro said, walking behind Gaz. 

"You should get her to bed." Price said, walking next to soap probably to stop him from burning the kitchen down. 

Ghost stood, extending his hand. You sighed before grabbing it, letting him walk you back to your room. 

"Get in bed." He ordered. 

"Like that? Not even a date first?" You teased dropping to your knees on the mattress. 

"Stop taking your fantasies for reality." He snickered. 

You let yourself slip under the covers again. He turned on the TV in your room, putting Netflix on. 

"Ghost…" you asked, unsure of what you're going to say next. 

He turned to you. 

"Can… you stay…?" You asked. 

"Can you give me back my hoodie?" 

"No "

"Fuckin hell…" 

So here you were. Cup of warm tea in hand, various snacks dropped around the bed, chocolate, candy, chips, sliced fruit and other things. Ghost laid next to you, slightly sitting against the headboard. Community was playing on the wide screen. It was peaceful. You, laying in bed, with your scary dog of a roommate next to you on the bed, his teammates half laying at the feet of the bed and around the room. 

You sighed of content. Price had to run off to get some things done, but he promised to drop by in the evening again. Your eyelids felt heavy, the sickness getting you tired. A large hand came to slowly grab the half empty mug from your hands, putting it down on your night stand. You tried keeping track of the show on TV or the boys commenting or snickering at the jokes, but your eyes were fighting against your will. 

It felt comfy. Warm. The man next to you seemed to radiate so much warmth. Your head had slightly fallen to the side, resting on his shoulder. You convinced yourself you'd close your eyes just for a minute. Just… a little… minute… 

It felt… good… comfy… against his chest… his arm… around you… maybe… you could… sleep… for a bit…

"Sleep little bunny… we're here." He whispered, finally letting you completely give in to your exhaustion. 

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You groaned at the sound of someone repeatedly knocking and ringing at the front door. You peeked at the clock on your phone. 6:20 am. Who ? What? 

It couldn't be Ghost. He did go for his morning runs, but… maybe he had forgotten his keys? 

You got up, finally giving in. The knocking was non stop. 

"I'm coming! God! Just a minute!"  You yelled. 

The pijamas you were wearing didn't help the cold hair from making you shiver as you walked to the front door. 

You opened it, trying to focus your brain on what was happening. 

"Oh darling! I'm soooo sorry to wake you up but I really need you!" 

You stared at the woman in front of you. Sergeant Melisa Gallegos stood there. You had met her in one of the previous missions, you had gotten friendly with her. She was kind and sweet. You sometimes get coffee and gossip with her. That's how you had gotten to know each other. You had learned that she was a single mother of a 3 years old little girl named Amy. 

Which was sitting in her mother's arms, eyes fighting to stay open at the obvious early rise she had to go through. 

"I need you to babysit."

"What?" 

"I am SO sorry to ask you this. I have a big emergency at the base, and her babysitter is on vacation… " she explained. 

"But… I… I haven't taken care of a kid in a long time!" You debated. 

"You know Amy! She loves you, you did this before." She tried smiling at you. 

You stood before her, looking at her shift from one foot to another, and at Amy just begging to fall asleep. 

You sighed. 

"Oh thank you thank you thank you!!" She said, handing the little girl into your arms. 

"Wait!- I-" you tried. 

Unfortunately she had already dropped the two little bags in front of the door and ran off. 

You looked at the little girl in your arms, not bothered by the change of person. She did know you after all, you had already babysat for her a few times. 

"Alright little monkey. Let's go back to bed. It's way too early." You said, pushing the bags inside with your feet and closing the front door. 

When Amy had woken up again, it was around 9 am. You were fine by it as it was the normal time you'd wake up. You two had played a bit on the bed, tickling her, and creating stories with the little plushie she dragged around everywhere with her. 

After a good laugh you had decided to get up, peeking at your phone. One notification.

"I'm bringing breakfast, just got to pass at the base first. Be there at 10." 

Alright. Gave you time to get dressed with Amy and make her a hot chocolate, with the usual tea for you and him. You had walked into the living room, dropping her on the couch softly turning on some cartoons, leaving you to start on the beverages. You heard the front door unlock, Ghost walking in with the usual breakfast. 

"I got-" 

He glanced at the couch. Freezing on the spot. The staring match in between the toddler and the man in a skull balaclava was almost comical if you weren't so anxious of Amy's reaction at the masked man. You hadn't thought that she might be scared of Ghost. 

"Awe you a supew hewo?" She asked, eyes shining with happiness. 

Your heart melted on the spot. You smiled at Ghost who suddenly turned to you. 

"How the fuck did a kid spawn here?" He asked, confusion clearly visible in his eyes. 

You gasped ready to reprimand him from cursing in front of the child. 

"Fwuck!" 

You both turned to the toddler who had a wide smile on her face. 

"No. No. Nonononoo… Amy sweety no.." you freaked out a bit. God Melisa was going to kill you. 

You walked to the toddler kneeling in front of her. 

"Darling, that's a bad word… only grown ups can use it… alright?" You tried to explain. Throwing a dark look at the man still standing at the doorstep. 

"Ok!" She happily conceded. 

You smiled. 

"Perfect! Do you want to meet the big man?" You asked. She frantically nodded. You picked her up, walking around the couch to stand in front of Ghost who looked almost terrified. 

"Amy, this is Lieutenant Riley. You can call him Ghost. He's my roommate… hum, my friend!" You explained. 

You turned to ghost who's eyes shifted from the child to you. 

"Ghost. This is Amy. She's my friend's kid, and I had to babysit at the last minute. She'll be spending the day with me." 

He nodded. 

"Why you wwear a mask?" She asked. 

He frowned for a second. 

"Hmm… it's for my job." He answered. 

"Can I touwch it?" She asked, extending her little hand. 

Ghost stared at it for a few seconds before looking back at you. 

"Hum, sweety, maybe-" you started trying to defuse the situation. 

To your shock he stopped closer, lowering his face, letting the little girl touch his mask. His eyes were on you, and yours were glued to his.

What was that funny feeling spreading through you? The burning sensation coursing through you? God.. 

The little girl giggled. Before letting her hand drop. 

She then turned to you. 

"Can I watch SpongewBob?" She asked. 

You cleared your throat. Looking away embarrassed. 

"Of course darling. We'll prepare breakfast." 

You turned away, walking back to the couch and sitting her down, leaving her to watch 'SpongewBob' on tv. 

You walked to the kitchen Ghost closely following you. 

"I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting -" you began in a low voice.

"It's… ok. It was surprising." He whispered back.. 

God, why was he so close to you? Why were you so HOT?! 

"I'm not used to kids." He admitted. 

"It's alright. I'm the babysitter. You don't have to stay." You smiled. 

"Didn't we have to go grocery shopping?" He reminded you. 

You closed your eyes at the sudden realization.

"Oh… fu-.. I mean… yeah… I forgot." You said. 

"We can take her. It'll be ok, right?" He asked. 

"Why wouldn't it be?" You questioned back. 

"I don't know. It's not too cold for her?" He asked. 

God can he stop being so FUCKIN cute?! You bit your lip, keeping the wide smile from being too visible and failing miserably. 

"She'll be fine." 

Breakfast had been, calm. You were thankful that Amy was one of the calmest kid's you knew. She was well behaved, calm, and sweet. She was, unfortunately for Ghost, extremely curious. And again, to his dismay, she had taken a liking to him. She had been fascinated at the way he raised his mask to his nose to eat. 

His lips were one of the things you were used to. 

To SEE. USED TO SEE. 

On another hand, Ghost had seemed very thoughtful during the morning. 

He had eclipsed himself for half an hour while you battled with the toddler to get both of you ready to go grocery shopping. She kept questioning everything, sometimes wondering about things that never ever crossed your mind. You found it funny. It was incredibly adorable. 

Zipping her little coat, making sure she had her scarf, you received a text from Ghost. 

"I'm here." 

You walked out of the door, the little girl holding your hand as you were walking down. You made sure to walk down the stairs at her pace, eyes never leaving her, too scared she might fall even though her tiny hand was secured in yours.

You pushed the building's door to the underground parking lot where you immediately saw Ghost, arms crossed over his chest, all dressed in black leaning against his black jeep. Amy squealed as she saw him. Jumping. 

You smiled. You walked to him. 

"Where did you go?" You asked. 

"We were missing something." He said.

"Really? What?" You inquired, confused. 

He moved, opening the back door. You blinked. A FUCKING CAR SEAT. You closed your eyes, sighing. 

"Thank you… it had completely escaped my mind…" you apologized. 

Amy had let go of your hand, skipping her way to Ghost, hands up in the air for him to pick her up and sit her in the back. 

Ghost froze. You were quick to make a move but you stopped as he slowly bent forward. You stood there in shock, watching him pick up the child. She was so small in his arms.

Fuck… was this awakening something in you? 

He sat her very softly in the car seat, being extremely careful to make sure she wouldn't hit her head. He moved as if Amy was a little porcelain doll. You saw him fidget to buckle her up, again surprising you. The little 'click' was heard, and he pulled a little on the belts, making sure it was safe. Amy was holding her little plushie babbling about whatever new thing she had learned this morning to the soft thing.

Ghost looked back at you, leaning on his arm  against the car. As if taking your opinion on his handy work. You bit your lip. And his eyes fell on the movement, forearms flexing. 

"Thanks…" you whispered. 

"You're welcome." He answered voice deeper than usual. You finally moved, opening the passenger door, he closed the back door making sure Amy didn't have her leg or arm in the way. You sat in the front, Ghost closing your door behind you. 

You took a deep breath. Amy seemed to be enjoying herself, not at all weary of her new environment. Ghost took place in the driver's seat, buckling his seatbelt as well. You watched his movements as turned on the vehicle.

"Ghost…" you called. 

He looked at you. 

"Did you… buy a car seat?" You asked. 

"Yes." Was all he said, attention turning back to his task. 

You pushed the Shopping cart where Amy had taken place. Ghost followed you as you tried to remember what you needed. The grocery store on the base was a good thing. It avoided having civilians staring at Ghost. At least here, everyone knew who he was. The fact he was with a woman and a child though, that, caused many to stare. 

The fact that Amy was a little blond, curly haired girl, that was incredibly close in color to Ghost's eyelashes also made everyone stare. 

You tried to focus on the task at hand, Amy and Ghost not caring at all about the rest of the people in the store. 

She kept pointing at things, asking Ghost to explain what It was. It made you smile. The way he was willingly letting himself be questioned by the little girl. 

"Oh, i forgot…" you mentally cursed yourself. 

Ghost looked at you. 

"Can.. you stay with her for a few minutes? I'm sorry… I forgot to grab something." You asked with a sorry look..he nodded. 

You smiled at him before turning around and walking out of the aisle, hurrying up.  As you scanned the new aisle your phone rang. Rummaging through your pocket you grabbed it. It was Amy's mother. 

" Hey! How's everything going?" She asked. 

"Everything's fine. Your daughter met Liteutenant Ghost Riley." You teased. 

"...what?" She asked. 

"Yeah, he's my roommate." You spoke, still searching for the damn thing. 

"... And… is everything going ok?" She asked with a little worry in her voice. 

"Everything is fine…" you sighed " she likes him more than me, and he acts as if she's made of glass." You said. 

"Oh! Thank god! I was worried she might be a bit much for him." She chuckled. 

"Well he's not used to it, but he's extremely patient with her." You reassured. 

"Alright, I might pick her up late… I'm really sorry…"

"It's ok. You owe me though." You teased. 

"Ok, fair." She laughed. 

You bid your goodbyes, her having to rush back to work, and you worrying about leaving Ghost and Amy alone too long. 

You walked back to the aisle you had left him, finding them nowhere. You frowned. You walked around the aisle, suddenly feeling the anxiety coursing through you. What happened? Why aren't they here? You stopped as you turned left into the biscuits section. 

You let out a sigh of relief.

"Ghost!" You walked to him. He turned to you not bothered at all by the situation. 

"I've been looking for-" 

You interrupted yourself as you looked at Amy. 

"Ghost. Why does she have a doll?" You asked.

"She asked for it." He replied. 

You looked at the cart. 

"She also asked for the plush, the Legos and the ponies?" You glared at him.

"Yes." He replied again, as if the situation was completely fine. 

"Ghost. You can't buy her that." 

"Yes I can." 

"No! You can't give her everything she asks for!" 

"Yes I can. She asked nicely. She said please." He explained turning back to lean on the cart. 

"That's not an excuse!" You scolded. 

"It's my money." He concluded. 

Amy smiled widely, hugging the box the doll was in. 

You stood there mouth slightly open, shocked from the situation. 

She had him wrapped around her finger! You rolled your eyes. This was a fight you wouldn't win. You headed for the cashier's, ready to ring up everything. Amy was thrilled with her new toys. Walking back to the car, you dropped the groceries in the trunk, Amy already had her doll out of the box as she had 'asked nicely', and ghost had ripped the box apart to give it to her.  

He had let you buckle her up this time. You headed back home. Stopping at MacDonalds on the way home because, once again, 'she had asked nicely'. 

"Stop spoiling her Ghost!" 

"No." 

Ghost parked in the parking lot. You both got out of the car. You opened the back door, looking at the little girl. She had fallen asleep on the way home. She hadn't liked waking up early, and it was almost time for her nap. You stood there for a little while watching her sleep. She was so cute. You didn't want to wake her up. 

The breath on your neck made your hair stand, as he whispered in your ear.

"Do you want me to pick her up…" 

You held your breath. He was in your back, cornering you, arms on each side, leaning down. 

You slowly looked to your left, planting your eyes into his. Time froze. You were so close. You could feel his breath though his balaclava on your lips. He frowned. Eyes shifting to said lips. 

"You're always biting your lip…" he noted in a low voice. 

Were you? You didn't even realize you were doing it now. 

"Does it bother you?" You hushed back. 

"It makes them… red." He stated awkwardly. 

"Does it?" You asked. Of course it did. You could see his brows furrowing.

"Makes me…want-" he started, almost growling. 

You were hanging on to his every word. Heat pouling dangerously deep in your stomach. 

"Why does it make whem red?" The little voice made you both separate instantly. Ghost taking a step back.  

You cleared your throat, looking at Amy. 

"Hum… well… hum… it's… complicated. I'll explain another time, ok?" You tried, clearly blushing. 

"Ok!" She smiled. 

God. Keeping children was hard.

The day had gone by pretty fast. You ate lunch, Amy napped leaving you and Ghost time to work a bit. You two were acting as if nothing happened.  On your part at least you were obviously embarrassed. 

After she had woken up, she insisted on playing with her new Legos. You had moved the coffee table to the side so you could play on the carpet with her. Ghost was sitting on the couch, legs spread, reading a report, occasionally looking at you playing with Amy. Once in a while Amy turned to him proudly showing off her constructions. 

Each time he praised her with a little, 'that's really nice, you did good', it made your heart flutter. 

He was so kind, so gentle with her. 

You could feel his gaze on you when you weren't looking. It burnt through you. 

After a while you had dinner, and put on a Disney movie for her. You sat on the couch with her on your lap cuddling her new teddy and her old plushie. She rested against you. Ghost joined after finishing his report. 

"Move." He asked. 

You frowned. He sat next to you, making you lean on him. You blushed. 

"Are you really gonna watch Encanto?" You teased. 

"You'd rather I go away?" He asked, looking down at you intensely. 

You didn't say anything at all. 

The more the movie played the more Amy seemed to close her eyes. It was getting pretty late. Around half of the movie she was sound asleep in your arms. You smiled down at her, brushing a little strand of blond hair away from her face. 

"Fuck…" 

You looked at Ghost meeting his gaze. 

"Is everything alright?" You whispered. 

He stayed silent. 

"Ghost..?" You asked frowning. 

"What are you doing?" He asked. 

"What.. Do you mean?" You whispered.

"To me…" he finished furrowing his brows in confusion. 

You sucked in a breath, but before you could say anything, a knock on the door made you separate. It took a little moment for him to gather himself and get up to open the door. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. A few seconds later, Melisa walked in. 

"Hey!" She whispered to you, walking to where you sat. 

"Hi, how was work? " You hushed back. 

"Hell… but we made it… I'm so sorry to have dropped her off like that…" she said, the sincerest sorry look on her face.

"It's alright Melisa. I understand, and I don't mind helping you out. Amy is adorable." You reassured. 

She smiled at you, feeling slightly emotional by the look on her face. With the utmost care, you gave her the sleeping toddler. 

"I'll help you with the bags." You told her, getting up the couch with her. Looking around at the toys scattered around and then to the new plush she furrowed her brows in confusion.

"Did you buy her all of this?" She asked. 

"No. He did." You said pointing at the man leaning behind the kitchen counter. 

It was absolutely ridiculous to say that the man, in all black, with a mask made of a human skull, with the most terrifying glance you could fall on, had bought so many toys for a toddler after she had simply said 'please'.

You both walked to the doorstep as she stopped in front of Ghost. 

"I'm sorry lieutenant.. I hope she didn't make a fuss. I'm very thankful to you both for keeping her… and for the toys." She said. 

"No problem. She's a nice kid." He said. 

You smiled at him, he noticed. You grabbed the two little bags and followed Melisa out, walking down the stairs to her car. 

"He's pretty nice actually, for a cold blooded killer he is reputed for." She remarked. 

"He's still a terrifying man, who sticks up to his reputation by the reports of missions I've seen. He's just… calmer, here." You said. 

She had put Amy into her car seat. 

"He bought her… a car seat." You said. It sounded more like a thought coming out of your mouth, as if for yourself, it was still something your brain was trying to process. 

"He did? Just… for today?" She asked. 

"Yeah. We went to the store, and I guess he was worried for her safety, and immediately went out and bought her the car seat." You explained. 

Now you remembered how he seemed deep in thoughts during breakfast. He had been thinking about it. 

"Well. He seems like a good man." She said softly, closing the back door. 

"Yeah.. you're right." You smiled at her. "I trust that this stays in between us." You asked. 

"Don't worry. I wouldn't say anything that involves my daughter to anyone. This situation stays knowledge for us only." She assured. You knew that she was extremely worried to have her child on the line. Unfortunately, it's part of the job to earn enemies, and everyone wants to keep their loved one away from it. 

Melisa thanked you again as you handed her the bags. You offered to take care of Amy if she ever needed again. After hugging her goodbye, you headed back up to the apartment. 

Locking the front door behind you, you walked into the living room where you saw Ghost, holding what now seemed to be his favorite mug, standing behind the counter.

"You look tired. You should head to sleep." He remarked. 

He was right. You were tired. Taking care of a child wasn't easy, you were glad for his help. You walked up to him, you saw him stiffen. 

"Thank you Ghost. Your help was really appreciated. And I had an amazing day. Amy adored it. So… again, thank you Gh-"

"Simon." He interrupted. 

You blinked. 

"Wh-what..?" You whispered. 

He stepped closer, barely inches away.

"My name. It's Simon." He clarified. 

Your mouth opened. Then shut itself again. 

Simon. 

"(Y/N)." You blurted out. 

His eyes flashed something unknown. 

"(Y/N).." he whispered, sending a delightful shiver down your spine. Your name, on his lips. Fuck…

"Simon…" you whispered too. 

You felt his fingertips rush to your hip, hovering there, too close yet so far. After a second he lowered his hand back to his body. 

"You're welcome. It was a good day." He added. 

You nodded, smiling at him, trying to hide the obvious way your heart was racing. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you watched him step back, gaining some composure. 

"Goodnight (Y/N)." He said. 

"Goodnight Simon."

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✩˚｡⋆ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋.

Below is a list of sentence starters themed around being in the hospital. Sorted into categories of the hospital staff , the patient , & the loved ones. Feel free to change pronouns as needed. Do not add to the list , & always reblog from the source.

TW. HOSPITAL , MEDICAL EMERGENCIES , MEDICAL CRISIS , MEDICAL ENVIRONMENT.

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐅𝐅.

“ I'm going to tell you what I tell every young doctor. Hopefully you'll be the first to listen. On your day off, get as far away from this place as you can. Go someplace where you feel most like yourself. ”

" You've been at it for hours. It's slowing down, you should go get some rest. "

" This place is like a madhouse. It's like everyone decided today was they day to get injured. "

" We're gonna make sure you're as comfortable as possible. You're in good hands. "

"It's going to be okay. We have some of the best doctors and nurses in the country working here.

" We'll, probably keep you overnight. Just to be safe. "

" I think it's best that we don't jump to conclusions just yet. "

" You suffered a major accident. You're lucky to be alive. "

" In my professional opinion ... Surgery is the best option I'm afraid. "

" It's a long shot but I think it's the best chance you have at a full recovery. "

" This isn't my first 48 hour shift ... I'll be fine. Promise. "

" Right now, we need to be talking about what to do, if they don't make it. "

" The surgery was a success! You can be happy to know you'll be back on your feet in no time. "

" It's not gonna be the same. You'll have to work harder ... But you'll live. "

" I became a doctor/nurse to save a life. So that's what I'm gonna do. "

" Sir/Ma'am?! You can't be back here! You need to be checked in to see any patients here! "

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓.

" I'm in this hospital bed. I'm barely conscious. Delirious. Drowning in my own blood. And all I can hear myself think is ' Today's the day. Today's the day you die ' "

“ I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot. ”

" Is there anything else that you can do? "

" So what's the damage Doc? Am I gonna live? "

" I hate hospitals. It's nothing but people sitting around , waiting for some old guy to come give you the news you don't wanna hear. "

" I'm pretty sure it's a requirement that all hospitals serve crappy food. Don't be such a baby. "

" As soon as you get walking around, the sooner you can get out of here. Sound like a fair trade? "

" So that's it then? There's nothing you can do? "

" Can I at least get something besides pudding? "

" I hate hospitals. It's always so bleak.

" Listen, I appreciate everything you've done, but I'm fine. So draw up those discharge papers and I'll be on my way.

" I can't believe I'm finally getting out of here! "

" Give it to me straight Doc. How bad is it? "

" If I have to have another iv put in I'm gonna go crazy. "

" Can I at least get up and walk around? "

" I'm actually feeling really good this morning. "

" You guys really don't have to hang around here and watch me lay here feeling sorry for myself. "

" I'll be fine on my own. You guys shouldn't have to stay cooped up here too. "

" I just need something for the pain. An aspirin would be at least some help. "

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒.

" They're gonna be okay … Right Doctor? "

" As soon as you get walking around, the sooner you can get out of here. Sound like a fair trade? "

" I'm not going anywhere. So stop insisting. I'm staying. "

" The doctor's said you'll be fine in a few days. Just gotta stay here and rest so they can an eye on you. "

" You've been out for a long time. "

" Had us worried for a second. Glad to see you're awake. "

" You were banged up pretty bad. "

" Doctor's say we're lucky we got you here when we did. Otherwise we could have lost you. "

" Don't scare me like that ever again. I thought I lost you. "

" You don't know how happy I am to see you awake. "

" It's gonna be okay. I'm gonna be right here when you get out. "

" You're gonna stay in that bed, and do what the doctor's said. I'm not taking no for an answer. "

" I'm gonna go down to the cafeteria. Want me to sneak something back for you? "

" I don't mind hanging around. I'd just be worrying about you at home. "

" I'm fine right here with you. So stop asking okay? "

" I'm right here with you. Okay? "

" We can get through this. "

[nicka-nell]

Hi ^O^ I like your angst hcs, can you do suna rockstar sm-au with reader as singer? So maybe they started as school band or as a dream of a band? Smt where mc gets kicked out of the band because the agency wants it because fans give mean comments about mc? And they have to chose reader or the fans and suna has the final saying and maybe says mean things to reader like nobody likes your voice anyway? Is that possible? Tyty <33

Hi! Actually I like that. 🥹 I'll do a small smau then. A angsty one! 😇

Pairing: Suna x reader, Semi x reader, best friend Atsumu x reader

Note: Rockstar/Band-AU, angst, hurt, mdni, SMAU, mild nsfw

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Summary: Suna and you have known each other since your school days, dreaming about the silly idea of a band since then. But this silly thought later becomes a successful reality. Yet not everything that shines is perfect. The string between you breaks and you grow apart. Will Suna manage to make up for his mistakes? Or is the string between you beyond repair?

The story of you and Suna is actually like something out of a romantic webtoon. You met at school when Suna moved to Hyōgo. First you just exchanged glances, then you happened to be doing the same group work. And by pure coincidence, you were both always in the library at the same time to study. Really like a typical slice-of-life webtoon.

Your time in the library often ended with the two of you just sitting with open books in front of you, yet talking about so many other things. For example, that you really want to be a singer, that Suna wants to support you and back you up with your vocals and play the guitar at the same time. The two of you would write the lyrics together. At least he would help you with that. You even talk about who you want to add to your band. Osamu as bassist, Kita on the rhythm guitar, Atsumu as a drummer.

Actually, it all started as a little joke, but your dreamy idea of a band soon became reality and after graduation you all decided to form the band ‘Crimson Veil’. With you and Suna as the main founders, of course. Kita was the first to agree to join you. The two Miya brothers joined a few weeks later. Yuki, a girl you met at a gig in a bar, came in a year later to support you on the keyboard.

At first you only had smaller gigs. A bit of a gig in a bar here, a show at a rocker wedding there. Once you had a gig as the support act for a big band. That’s when your journey as a successful band really began. People loved you. Everyone wanted to know who is behind Crimson Veil and when your next gigs will take place. At some point, your requests had increased so much that you decided together to contact an agency for bands to support you and manage requests with you. Your career was perfect, and that’s not the only thing.

Two years after your graduation, an after-show party with your fans led to something more than just a relaxed get-together between you and Suna. You’d both had a little too much to drink and wanted to go to your rooms, but the moment the elevator closed to take you to the hotel rooms on the top floor, you felt Suna’s hands on your hips, how he pressed you against the cold elevator wall and how his body pressed against yours. How you couldn’t even get a word out before his lips were on yours.

The kiss was wild, passionate and you don’t remember how you got from the elevator to Suna’s room. But you remember how he pulled your clothes off your body step by step, how you both ended up completely bare on his bed and how Suna kissed your whole body, gave you probably one of the best orgasms you ever had up to that point and how hungry he looked at you while your legs lay on his shoulders. How he moaned your name and your body squirmed with need under him. The way he wailed out the words “Fuck, I love you” as if it was the most natural thing ever and how you both woke up the next morning, sober and naked next to each other.

But it wasn’t a mistake. Quite the opposite. Suna hugged you, kissed your neck and said sleepily, “Well, I thought it was just a wet dream. But luckily, the marks tell me otherwise, and so do you.” Since then, you two have had a relationship. At first it was secret, then very quickly public. And the two of you were really in love. Suna had always looked at you with so much love and affection. Fans were great, but you were always his number one next to the band. Everything was absolutely perfect. The love, the band, the fame. It was too perfect… But with fame comes greed... greed that can ruin a lot of things.

[sagau-my-beloved]

Help. Since morning I just have one thing on mind, reverse sagau avian venti fluff 😭😭😭😭

- 🧩anon

I get it man I think about Venti's wings at least twice a day 😔😔

But you can't just say that and not share, gimme the avian Venti fluff pls

I'll go first, so Venti who's just constantly accidentally knocking things over with his wings in your little apartment, who gives you a sheepish smile and maybe a nerves laugh everytime he hears something else fall to the ground

Occasion he has the reflexes to grab it midair but for the most part you've just become accustom to the sound, he still feels bad if anything actually breaks though

In traditional courting manner he'd probably try really really hard to surround you in things you've shown some sort of a preference towards, like if you like soft things or purple things or shiny things, as soon as he sees something that meets that description it's immediately 'brain off retrieve item' mode, and then he'd get all excited when presenting it as you give him a confused or concerned look depending on how expensive the item is because he doesn't exactly have money to just splurge

Since it's pretty common for birds to have decreased energy in the winter months (and also canon that the Anemo Archon literally is believed to hibernate after Weinlesefest) Venti would probably want nothing more than to spend the whole winter in bed with you, and would absolutely whine and moan whenever you try to get up, especially if it's to go to work or really outside of the house at all

It's just so cold and unpleasant when you're not right there lying beside him, like a part of him is missing, he really doesn't understand how you can manage this level of productivity all year round or why you'd even want to when he's right there with open arms ready to hold you and watch movies or just cuddle all day

And he's absolutely not above just trapping you with his arms, legs, and even wings if it comes down to it, cause now he simply can't live without you being right there, it might as well be a physical need cause it's frankly impossible for him to be comfortable without you and that means he can't sleep at all, and that means he's gonna feel super tired and unpleasant later

When it's cold out is one of the rare times that you see him actually lethargic, which only makes him clingier than usual, gotta stay warm through body heat of course, in bed, away from people, with only each other, and did he mention no one else?

By contrast, in the spring and summer he'd be all over the place, dragging you halfway around the world because it's "nice out" and you "shouldn't waste it inside all day"

Still just as affectionate, that's not changing no matter what month it is, and still just as on alert towards other people, hanging out with other people a lot means that you might start preferring their company and he's not losing you to somebody else, which really just adds up to him turning the whole courting thing up to the extreme

And that means prepare to be serenaded in the most romantic ways he can conjure and also not have to do any of your own cooking for awhile, he'd probably be very unconsciously into keeping everything clean too because he's gotta prove himself as a good partner

Really Venti would just be a lot more clingy and would probably have a stronger urge to join you in a lot of your everyday activities, like eating, showering, working, and obviously sleeping, to the point where he purposefully waits and morphs whatever schedule he has around doing those things with you because they're just that important

Then I personally like to imagine his feathers fluffing up when getting caught off guard, like he just immediately goes into 'make yourself bigger' mode on instinct and suddenly you're smacked in the face by a wing

I can't stress this enough but he would love love love you touching his wings, no question about it just don't stop, it's a pretty surefire way to get him to just keep you in bed all day cause you could do it for hours and he still wouldn't be satisfied

But the cutest thing in the world just came to me, Venti accidentally making something that mimics a little chirp when happy, and then getting super embarrassed about it because that sound wasn't supposed to come out—

Sigh avian Venti need's to exist more as a general concept because I'm hooked, it's adorable and I'm so sad I can't find it anywhere else

[aggravatetheaxe]

FINDERS KEEPERS - Chapter 6: Into Dust

Murderer. Monster. Serial killer. Abuser. Freak. These are words you would be well within your rights to use when describing Bo Sinclair. But when a trip to dispose of a body doesn’t end up quite as planned and a nameless waif enters the picture, he might have to add one more label to the list: protector. How long can Bo justify the presence of a child who so critically throws off the tenuous balance of life in Ambrose? How long can he stand it?

CW for this chapter: probably if you're this far into the fic you know what you're getting yourself into; mention of firearms; mention of drug use; mention of fire/explosion

This title is SAFE FOR WORK.

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Soundtrack: Into Dust, Ambience

Words: 4,525

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The air in Ambrose grew colder with every passing day, and with it, Bo grew used to their new routine.

He liked routine. 'Course, he also liked for his routine to not be interrupted, but after a week and a half, he'd gotten accustomed to the change. Mornings were no longer just about him or him and Vince: he had to think about feeding the kid, washing the kid, making sure the kid's diaper got changed. Underwear. Socks. T-shirt. Ring. Bird's diaper. Bird's clothes. Socks. Food. Juice. Sprite can.

And then, on top of all that, he didn't have his bed to himself. He always had grand plans to tuck her in and sleep elsewhere, but every night, she convinced him to stay for just a minute, and he was out like a light.

Turned out, taking care of a toddler was exhausting.

And ... frustrating. The longer she stayed, the more comfortable she got; the more comfortable she got, the more she whined, demanded, and refused, and she could be a stubborn little thing. It was only when he got real angry and raised his voice that she fell back in line like a lamb.

No wonder Momma had shouted and hit so much—and Bird didn't even talk back. If Bo recalled, he'd had quite a mouth on him.

He hadn't hit Bird yet, though. The fear in her eyes when he shouted soured his soul enough, though he couldn't have said why. Seeing fear in peoples' eyes was one of his life's great pleasures; an unmatched thrill. It was different with her, and that bugged him. It was in those moments that he knew for sure Vincent was right: she had to leave as soon as possible.

Yet, as the days passed, subconsciously, he yearned less and less for his life before her sudden appearance. He got used to his new normal. But then, he'd always been adaptable when it was required of him.

It wasn't until one morning, sitting at the breakfast table, when Vincent put his spoon down and asked, "When are you going out for Thanksgiving stuff?" that Bo realized just how long she'd been with them.

He looked up from his hashbrowns and blinked. "Oh, shit. It's in a coupla days, i'nit?"

"Lester's going to expect the whole nine yards."

"Lester can kiss my ass," Bo scoffed. "I ain't basting no turkey. Not after last year." He shoved a forkful of eggs in his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. "I'll figure somethin' out." Hey, Birdy—you wanna help me plan Thanksgiving dinner, chickadee? You remember having a Thanksgiving, right?"

She sat politely at the head of the table, although "head" was relative when your table was circular. More like she, Bo, and Vincent each sat at one point of an equilateral triangle. Her eyes darted between the twins, no longer with the nervousness that had lingered in her gaze for weeks but with wholehearted curiosity, and though she didn't answer with words—she still hadn't spoken a word since she'd read her new name off his hat—she stared at Bo expectantly as she nibbled her toast.

"Turkey, ham, sweet potatoes, chicken 'n' dumplings, stuffing, cranberry salad ... you know, Thanksgiving. We'll buy a pre-roasted turkey from the supermarket and Les won't know the difference," he added with a wink.

He couldn't help but notice the very deliberate, cold silence Vincent held. It'd been the same damn thing for the past two weeks, but whenever Vince brought it up, Bo always had the same question: What do you want me to do?

Vincent never had an answer for that. Well, beyond Take her to the cops like you said you would—but both of them knew that unless they literally dumped her outside the police station and somehow evaded any witnesses, bringing her to the cops would only draw scrutiny. They'd kept her for too long at this point. Questions would be asked, and with them still not knowing what had happened to her folks, not to mention all the secrets the Sinclairs had to hide....

Bo willfully ignored Vincent's cold shoulder, considering Bird. "Cut's lookin' good," he said as he reached out to scrub his hand over her prickly head. The gnarly gash there was almost completely healed now, with just a little pink scrape left over. "What about your feet, how do they feel?"

Bird responded only with a noncommittal hum, but, well, she'd tell him if something was terribly wrong.

"Good. Can't have ya walkin' around on busted up tootsies."

With little more than a sigh, Vincent stood from the table, dumped the remainder of his cereal down the sink, and left the kitchen. Bo watched him go, little tendrils of anger poking at his heart. There was nothing in this world more a blessing and a curse than having a twin. They understood each other like no one else ever would; when they were on the same page about something, it felt like they could move mountains. On the other hand, when they stood in opposition, it was more than annoying. It was painful.

And Vincent in particular wasn't someone you wanted to argue with. He was as stubborn as Bo but with the added, finely honed talent of passive aggressive dismissal and condescension—something inherited straight from Trudy Sinclair.

People could die, but they never really left, did they? For better or worse.

The popping of Bird's Sprite can as she depressed the aluminum with her fingertips distracted Bo from his train of thought. Probably for the best. He always went to a real dark place if he thought for too long. He'd rather be here, not there.

"You done?" he asked, eyes falling to her mostly empty but not cleared plate. Another good sign, he reckoned: she'd been absolutely obsessed with food her first week there, like she was afraid someone would take it away. It was nice to see her behaving more natural with it. "Well, whaddaya say we get cleaned up 'n' start the day?"

Bird nodded in reply, pushing away from the table but not standing up. She preferred to wait for him to pick her up and place her on the floor, if she must be forced to stand at all. Once her feet touched the linoleum, however, she squeaked her little rain boots over to the sink without complaint, climbed onto the stool, and put her plate in the sink. Bo turned the tap and pumped a couple squirts of soap into her palm, then surveyed her, arms crossed, while she scrubbed her hands with little to no finesse.

As he handed her a towel, there was an unnecessarily exuberant knock on the door, followed immediately by the sound of it opening and Lester's twangy voice: "Hey, Bo! You here?"

"In the kitchen," Bo called back, unable to hide the edge of irritation in his voice. He leveled a sharp glare at his little brother as he entered the kitchen. "Can't you knock politely 'n' wait for me to answer the damn thing? Were you raised in a barn?"

"No, I was raised in a nice, big house!" Les replied, spreading his arms wide and making a beeline for Bird. Over the past couple weeks, the youngest Sinclair brother had managed to find a hundred and one excuses to drive up here and see the baby. "Heya, sweetpea! How ya doin'?"

Bird turned on the stool and reached out—basically the way she greeted all three of them at this point—and Lester obliged, grinning and lifting her into his wiry embrace.

"Oof, feels like you're puttin' on a li'l weight!"

"She is," Bo replied tightly. He got a weird feeling in his chest whenever Les interacted with the kid. He was so much better at it than Bo was, so much more natural, and it just ... didn't seem fair somehow. After all, Bo was the one who'd found her. He crossed his arms again, if only to suppress the urge to snatch Bird away from his brother. "What're you here for—or, guess I should say, what's your excuse for showin' up this time?"

Lester turned his attention from Bird, expression sobering. "Well ... you remember you told me ta keep an eye out for her parents?"

"Yes, Les, of course I fuckin' remember that. Am I stupid? Spit it out."

"Okay, okay!" He set her down and sauntered over to the fridge. "Well, I been askin' all over hell's half acre, and I think I got a lead."

Bo was silent, simply watching him open the fridge and peer inside. Whatever feeling was prickling up the back of his neck wasn't a pleasant one: something like suspicion, dread, defensiveness. He found himself ready and willing to dismiss whatever Lester had to say out of hand, like he didn't want to believe her folks could really be out there. But that wasn't such a good impulse if he wanted to wash his hands of her, was it?

Lester took his time pouring a small glass of orange juice, apparently weighing what to say next. "I, uh ... I think it'd be easier for me to show ya instead of tell ya."

"What d'ya mean? Who are her folks, where do they live?"

"Uh, nowhere now." He took a big gulp of juice. "You're just gonna have ta see it for yourself, Bo, I told ya."

"Fine," Bo said gruffly, picking Bird up and grabbing his keys off the sideboard. "Let's go."

When Lester didn't reply, Bo assumed it was because he was chugging the last of his juice, but a moment later, the little squirt followed him through the doorway, stumbling over some kind of warning: "Now— Now, Bo, I dunno if that's such a good idea, this might not being somethin' she—"

He turned abruptly, fixing Les with another glare. "What? Y'all wanted her gone so bad, but now it's time to hand her off and you're changin' your mind? Well come on, then, let's get her back to her white trash folks, for Christ's sake, so you 'n' Vince can get off my back."

He didn't realize how sharp his tone was until he felt Bird flinch against him.

Lester started to protest that actually he hadn't bugged Bo about giving her back, but he wisely shut his mouth and pulled his hat lower over his brow, mumbling something in the affirmative as he stomped out of the house. Bo paused to put Bird's coat on, made sure she had her Sprite can, then followed suit.

"Let's take my truck," Lester said with an edge of bitterness to his voice. "No reason ta bring more attention to ourselves."

"Two Chevys ain't really a ticker-tape parade, ding dong."

Nonetheless, Bo acquiesced, walking around his truck to the passenger's side of Lester's. Shame he didn't have more of an excuse to drive his own, 'cause Lester's smelled like shit. Literally, underneath all that blood and rot. He held his nose—not literally, unfortunately—and slid Bird into the middle of the bench seat, then climbed in after her. Immediately, she let her Sprite can fall to the cab floor and reached for the mummified deer foot hanging from the rearview mirror. She couldn't quite reach it, but Bo didn't mind watching her try.

"So where is this 'lead?'" he muttered as they turned around and headed down the hill toward Main Street.

"'Bout twenty minutes north of Edward. She sure did walk a helluva long way ta get ta Ambrose! Uh ... y'know, Bo, you don't sound too convinced."

Bo looked pointedly out the window. "S'just ... after all this time, you'd think someone woulda come lookin' for her. I can't imagine what kinda people her folks must be." He paused. "And— And what're we supposed to do if they're not fit parents, just leave her there?"

There was another pregnant pause. "Bo ... it's okay to admit ya'd like to keep 'er."

Bo whipped his head round to look at his younger brother. "What the hell are you talkin' about? You big dummy, I don't wanna keep her, I'm just sayin'—it's a shame, s'all. She's a good kid; she deserves people who give a damn about her." He shook his head bitterly, intending that to be the end of his rant, but not a minute had gone by before he started up again. "I mean, what the hell kind of person leaves a baby out in the wilderness 'n' doesn't go lookin' for it? They didn't even call the police. No one's been searchin', that's all I'm sayin'. Keep her. I don't wanna keep her. She's been a thorn in my side since the moment she came into town."

"Okay, okay, take it easy!" Lester raised one hand in surrender. "Yeesh. Anyway, I think you'll see that these people— If they're her family, they ain't in much position to go to the cops."

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"I said it'd be easier to show rather'n tell." By now, they had transitioned from dirt road to pavement, and Lester peered out the front windshield, trying to find and read the street signs. "Does that say Osmund Road?"

"Jesus Christ, Les, you know you should wear your glasses," Bo said, squinting at the sign. "Yeah." Then, looking at their surroundings. "We're in the middle a' nowhere."

Something cold touched his arm, and he looked down to see Bird clutching his elbow. She was squeezing herself closer and sinking into the seat, like between him and the upholstery she might find a place to hide. Her dark eyes sparkled, and though he wasn't surprised to see her trademark wariness, he was surprised to see just how scared she seemed to be: her little chest rose and fell quicker, and she licked her lips.

"Hey," he mumbled, removing her claw and enfolding it in his large hand. "Don't be nervous, right? Come on now, you been such a big, brave girl the past week. Don't chicken out on me now."

It was obvious his words did nothing to soothe her—and the further they went down the dirt Osmund Road, the more nervous she seemed to get, until finally she stood up in her seat and threw her arms around Bo's stubbly neck. He kept trying to calm her down, but it was no use. By the time they pulled up to the only drive on the long, rural road, Bird was crying and stamping her feet. "Pcheewww," she whined. "Pcchewww, pchhhewww!"

"Bo," Lester began tentatively, "I really think we oughtta bring 'er back home. She's upset."

"Shh, shh, shh." She had tucked her face into the crook of Bo's neck, and while he rubbed her back in circles, he looked over her shoulder at Les. "Go up the driveway."

"But—"

"Move it!"

Lester pursed his lips tight, and a moment later, the Chevy jerked up the pitted drive, bone chimes jingling. Low-hanging boughs of untrimmed trees scraped the top of the cab. It felt eerily like the swamp had lured them in and was now swallowing them up. Anticipation and dread built in Bo's chest until it was physically painful, and soon, he found he was gripping Bird as much as she was gripping him.

Finally, the place came into view. Or, rather, the remnants of it.

It had been a trailer, he thought, though it was no more than a foundation and a few charred walls now. Trash and other debris lay strewn all across the lawn, including, notably, a crib and a kid's swing set. Realization dawned on Bo.

By now, Bird was screaming hysterically. With great effort, he disentangled himself from her embrace and passed her over to Lester, reaching for the door handle. "Bring 'er back to the road. I'm gonna look around."

Lester's eyes shone with concern. "Be careful, Bo."

Bo grunted and shut the passenger door behind him as quietly as he could—but it still upset the kid, and she threw herself to the window and pressed her little face against it. Her expression of abject fear tore his chest right open, but he waved, trying to reassure her everything would be perfectly fine despite his own trepidation in this creepy-ass place.

He waited until Lester was all the way back down the road and out of sight before he turned back to the wrecked mobile home.

His first suspicion was fire—and certainly there'd been some charring, though even in the winter the swamp was a pretty shitty place to start a flame—but as he waded closer through the debris, he noticed that some of the trees close to the foundation were scorched, too, and missing quite a few of their skinnier branches.

"Holy fuckin' shit," he muttered to himself, taking his hat off and carding his fingers through his hair. There'd been an explosion.

A gas line explosion, maybe? But no way a little four year old girl could have survived that. There was nothing left of the front steps, so Bo hoisted himself into the house to get a better look around. Everything was left behind, although most of it was destroyed: furniture, clothing, appliances ... he moved toward the decent-sized kitchen, sifting through trash with the toe of one boot as he went. It was mostly bottles and boxes of—

He stopped dead, a thrill running up his spine. A lot of boxes of cold medicine. Several different types, all with varying dosages of pseudoephedrine.

The further he searched with this in mind, the more signs he found: Pyrex, tubing, funnels, rubber gloves—to say nothing of that paint-y smell lingering on the furniture and what remained of the curtains.

"Of course it's a fuckin' meth lab," he whispered.

Bird's parents were tweakers. Or at least suppliers. Not very good ones, if this explosion was any indication.

Bo took a deep breath, replaced his hat, and looked up at the midday sun shining through the destroyed roof. That solved the mystery of who her family was, but something still didn't add up. Gas or meth, this had been a fiery explosion. If the kid's parents hadn't survived, how the hell had she?

He surveyed the rest of the house, then moved onto the cluttered yard. Besides the crib and a couple other necessities, there was no evidence a child had ever lived here—but Bird's reaction told him all he needed to know. This was where it had all gone down, whatever it could possibly be.

Maybe she was just the world's luckiest toddler.

Maybe one day she'll be able to tell me, said a little voice in the back of his mind.

He was about to leave—to accept that he might never know the whole story, that she was some miracle baby—when he tripped, nearly falling on his ass right there in the ash. Whatever he'd slipped on shot out from under the sole of his boot, bouncing and glinting into a bush. Weird. Seemed like nothing around this place should be shiny enough to glint.

He approached slowly, crouched, and squinted at the 9mm brass casing pinched between his thumb and forefinger. In the corner of his eye, something of a similar size and color glinted, and slowly, he followed a trail of casings back to the house.

What in the hell?

Bo bent to pick them up, but one was stuck in the remnants of a mud puddle, and nearby ... no fucking way. He dug a finger into the dirt and retrieved a flattened 12 gauge casing.

Two firearms at the scene, a handgun and a shotgun. One explosion. Had the crazy sons of bitches shot each other in some meth-fueled frenzy? It would explain how Bird had survived: if she'd run away from the gunshots, she could have been a decent distance away when the place blew sky-high.

Bo turned the shell casing over and over between his fingers and said softly, "Pchhhewww."

Oh, chickie...

Abruptly, an unsettling feeling gnawed at the center of his back—a feeling he wasn't too accustomed to, seeing as how he was usually the hunter and not the hunted. Was someone watching him?

He looked over both shoulders, turned around, scanned the treeline ... but as far as he could tell, he was the only human soul for a mile—and to be fair, the state of his immortal soul was pretty up in the air anyway.

It was just this place getting to him, he decided quickly. Too isolated and too quiet, with all this death and destruction around...

Ain't that hypocritical? Bo chuckled, shook his head, and left the ruins behind.

***

As soon as Olympia could be sure the man was gone, she emerged from the trees.

Her heart was beating so hard and fast, it was a wonder he hadn't heard it and noticed her. There had been a couple close calls there; she'd been so damn scared he was about to spot her at any second, darting between the trees, and then who knew what he'd do? If he was crazy enough to kidnap a little baby girl...

When she'd seen the truck driving through Edward and recognized him in the passenger seat, she almost couldn't believe it. That wasn't the Chevy she remembered, but there was no way she'd forget that man's face. No way in hell. Lucky she'd been out back on her break to catch him, but her manager hadn't exactly been thrilled when she'd abandoned her shift to follow him in her mom's beat-up SUV. If there was anyone in this town to replace her, she was sure she'd have been fired.

But honestly, even if she was, she couldn't bring herself to care. This was more important.

Carefully, she made her way closer to the burnt-down trailer, in awe of it. Why had he come here? More importantly, why had he brought the girl? Olympia hadn't gotten a good look at her, but she'd been able to hear her freaking out, poor thing.

At least the girl was still alive. It felt terrible to acknowledge, but that was a blessing.

Maybe this was where the kid had come from, Olympia thought, crouching to examine an overturned swing set. In that case, was the man trying to return her to her parents? It seemed highly unlikely after keeping her for, what, two weeks? Two weeks where Olympia had been totally unable to sleep, haunted by the man and girl who seemed to have disappeared without a trace. No ... she didn't trust him.

But what had happened here? The man had looked as confused as she felt, sifting through the rubble for clues.

Was that possible? Was it possible that he wasn't the bad guy but someone who was trying to help ... someone trying to put the puzzle pieces together just like she was?

...No. She didn't trust him.

"Morning."

That word, spoken in a pleasant Midwestern voice, hit her like a ton of bricks, shocking from her a shriek that echoed against the tree trunks surrounding the clearing. She turned to the stranger, at the same time shooting toward the treeline in a bid to escape—but she stopped when she saw his face.

She had no idea who this man was. He was a decade older than her, but he was handsome, with a shaved head, bright brown eyes, and a bemused smile. "Miss? I'm sorry ... didn't mean to sneak up on you like that. I thought for sure you heard me coming up behind."

Olympia raised her hands to her flushed cheeks, and though she didn't let her guard down just yet, she mustered a smile. "Oh, shoot, I— I thought you were someone else. You scared the bejeezus outta me..."

"Sorry," he said again. He extended his hand to shake, but he didn't come any closer, which she appreciated. "I'm Brice. Brice Starky."

"Olympia." She looked him up and down, noting his muscular frame, practical clothing, and the shotgun holstered at his back. "What are you doin', creepin' around here?"

Brice laughed good-naturedly, adjusting the wrap-around sunglasses resting on his forehead. "This is my property, so.... Me and my wife, we just bought a couple acres out here. Yup, she's from Baton Rouge originally, so she's always wanted to move back here."

"Oh," Olympia said, taking her hands from her pockets. "I'm so sorry, sir, I had no idea this was private property."

"It's alright. Not like there's much out here yet, besides this." He gestured to the ruins in front of them. "But, ah, the police are still investigating, and there's probably broken glass and stuff around, so I would stay out of the area if I were you. Wouldn't want you to get hurt, right? Then I'd be liable," he added with a laugh.

She giggled nervously in return. "Yeah, guess not..."

"What are you doing out here anyway?"

Olympia fought with herself briefly. Maybe she should tell someone, though no one had cared to listen to her theory about the kidnapper so far. Still, this guy was the property owner, so surely he'd be able to help in some way. Maybe he even knew who the little girl belonged to.

She intended to tell the truth. She swore she did. But for some reason, when she opened her mouth, she could only bring herself to say, "I was ... I was looking for someone." When Brice cocked a brow, she pivoted: "I-I mean, I thought I saw someone. I was drivin' down the 445 and I thought I saw a little girl wandering into the trees, so ... I decided to drive down the road and take a look."

Brice's eyes lit up. "A little girl? No kidding."

"Yeah..." She knew she should tell him more, but instead she said, "I thought maybe she was lost or somethin'."

"Did you see what she looked like?"

Of course, Olympia knew exactly what the girl looked like. She saw her face every time she closed her eyes. "Not ... not really. I, uh, I think she had brown hair."

Brice shifted and grabbed a small notebook and pen from the inner pocket of his jacket, jotting something down quickly. "If you see the girl again, can you call me?" he asked, offering a torn scrap of paper to her. "Or if you think of anything else you remember. Can you do that, Olympia?"

She scanned the phone number scrawled across the paper, then peered up at him. "Why? Are you related to her or somethin'?"

"Yes."

He didn't elaborate.

Olympia gnawed on her bottom lip, reading the number again and again. After a long paused, she dared, "You're not workin' with that other guy, are you?"

"What other guy?" Brice asked a little too eagerly.

His tone convinced her in her gut that he didn't know about the blue-eyed kidnapper ... but she didn't care for it, either.

"Nothing. Never mind." Olympia folded the scrap of paper and tucked it in her pocket, pasting a customer service smile on her face. "I'll call you the second I think of anything else, Mr. Starky."

[inkskinned]

okay :)

i had gotten a dog, so the dog was a factor. dogs have to be the right size and shape. under 50 pounds. please see our restricted breeds list. he sleeps most of the time, a well-behaved menace. he's big because i'm single in the city and it gets dark here early - but i've had to trade that sense of safety for scrambling-for-housing.

cheerfully i report that i live in a hole! because humor, like vicks, soothes what-is-horrible. the windows are painted shut. the fridge sometimes just shuts off for no reason. there are only 2 working stove burners and they're not in the front. for some reason, rust is everywhere, no matter whether it makes sense for an area to rust. the door in the bathroom has a very badly-patched hole; white-yellow stark against the bad cherry vinyl.

okay. it's what i can afford. the pamphlet had said new england nepenthes(TM) apartments: a beautiful place to grow up. and yes, it's ground-floor, which isn't ideal. so we (my dog and i) have successfully secured the door with one of those big prybars that are 50 dollars. also i usually balance something heavy near any possible entrances - i want to be awake when they fall. you know, during the break-in.

for the first four months, i didn't notice. there had been so much to do in those four months. okay, our (okay, my, he doesn't pay rent) kitchen is literally four tiles wide and undivided from the other spaces. the dining room and office are also the living room (which is. also the kitchen). my bed is too big for the bedroom; i can either have it weirdly against the wall with a door (horrible) or i have to give up opening my closet all the way.

my mama raised me on martha stewart, so. it's quiet here, i love the location, and even if it's rundown, i can make it work. i buy peel-and-stick reusable wallpaper that has long lines to make it look like everything is taller. i move the plants around, trying to get them into the most sun. i put up shelves and hope that i'll have enough spackle later to cover up the worst mistakes i've made with the nail gun. and hey! the location. like the pamphlet said: a beautiful place to grow up.

it's in the middle of putting up our new wrought iron plant holders. i have adhd, time when i'm focused can pass ephemerally. oh shit, i realize. it's 9:30 in the evening. i am probably keeping people awake with all the drilling. fuck. my bad. i tilt an ear upstairs, waiting. nobody slamming the floor with a broom. nobody shouting. maybe quiet hours are at 10 and they're just waiting.

the holders are real wrought iron because my plants weigh a lot. i press the last one above my head, against the pilot holes. now i feel bad about the time. i should just wrap up this last one i'm attaching and then go to bed. if i wait, i'll forget in the morning. distracted, i look down to where i've left the screws on my desk (which is often also my dining room table and art station), and, as if the wall spat the screws out, the iron slips out of my grasp and cracks me hard against my nose before tumbling down to the floor.

fuck.

one of the worst things about living alone is when you get hurt. sparks jump in front of me. my eyes start tearing. fuck! i've broken my nose before, this feels like that. fuck fuck fuck. maybe it's not broken?

i have to hobble off the stool, trying to hold my nose while also not wanting to touch it. i do the first adult thing i can think of - call a bigger adult.

hey mama. i pant into the phone. no worries but how do i know if i broke my nose?

30 minutes later, we have decided it hurt but if i don't have a black eye, the nose is fine. it was already out of alignment anyway. i say the whole sordid story to her, and then i add i just feel bad i lost track of time, it's weird none of my neighbors complained.

as soon as i hang up, i hear the upstairs neighbors, with their quiet feet and soft, muffled voices. i hear people to the right and left of me. i hear them murmuring to each other. someone watches bad tv, i can hear the reality show music-to-dramatic-shouting.

i put ice on my face. i google nose break again just to be sure. i ask my dog if he thinks i look ugly, he responds by putting his three paws into the air and asking for a tummy rub. as part of our nightly ritual, i examine and worry about his amputation, even though it's completely healed up. i still do the physical therapy exercises with him. just in case. just to keep him warmed up.

later in bed, i am reaching to turn on gentle rain for white noise before i realize - huh. i think this evening is the first time i've ever actually heard anyone.

you ever have a thought that gets inside of you? i mean, yeah. of course you do, i guess all thoughts are inside you. but once in a while, don't you get one of those haha funny! thoughts that turns. bad. you know, when you've watched a scary movie and close the laptop and think it's not likely there's a killer in there, but have i ever really checked that deeply in the kitchen sink?

i was always the type to check. just in case. to put my mind at ease.

the thought is there when i wake up, like i'd had it for a while: i never actually see anyone coming and going.

the apartment complex is 12 buildings, staggered like spokes on a clock. i live in 6, the furthest from the road. we are spaced unevenly, but when i first saw it, i thought huh. what a nice quiet community. the grass is green and there are never any leaves. i've never seen someone come mow it. there are cars here, plenty. when was the last time you counted which cars are in the communal lot?

isn't it weird how you're always able to snag that one last spot?

i keep weird hours, is all. i laugh at the thought of it. there was a post on tumblr once that asked how long would it take you to realize the building was entirely empty. but it can't be empty, right? at night, when i can see into other people's apartments, i catch sight of the thousand ways other people decorate. blue LED lights or tapestries or nice curtains. so it is silly to think about that post, when i know other people are here. this is someone else's home.

i mention it to my sister when she comes over to help me move the couch purposelessly around before we both decide it was better where i'd originally had it. nobody, like, lives here. i say. it's weird. i've been here for five months, and i don't see anyone.

she shrugs. maybe it's too expensive for the area, or not really advertised enough. maybe most people my age keeping my hours don't like to live in apartments. who is to say.

after that, the shadows start. my dog and i go on our nighttime walk, and then i see the apartments come to life. the flickered silhouettes of them. the flash of tvs and laptops. the gauzy shape of others just-far-enough i can't quite make out their form. they walk away from the windows if i get close enough.

they must not know how to do it right. every third day, the animations repeat.

oh, i get it. i think. i'm living in a horror novel.

i'm cuban. my culture can be superstitious, yes. but it also means that i have been taught to keep my head on a swivel. we do not fuck with this shit. we do not oujia board the spirits for fun. we do not make a joke about the killer. we do not ever tempt fate, her ears are open-and-listening.

my lease is for one year. it's been five months, that's not that much longer. i can't afford to break it (or to move) at the moment. and, again, the dog factor. and i do love the location.

but once it is obvious, it is so obvious. i try to pay my rent by check just the once, but when i swing by the rental office, the whole floor of the building is dark. there is no cheerful team of realtors, only a single dark panel over door. due to unexpected circumstances, we are currently operating elsewhere. i go online and pay there instead.

no one here hosts parties. the mail truck never seems to come to any of the other buildings. my dog doesn't like going near certain places. i discover a 5-foot radius where my phone will always hang up on the person i'm talking with, even if i have service.

i watch carefully, while also pretending i am not watching. i check my mail, waiting for the electricity bill that never comes calling. in the front hall, amazon packages come with names too smudged for me to ever quite read. sanchez, maybe. then, to the same apartment a week later: tawny reed. it's different again the third week. i stop looking, feeling like i'm prying.

i mention how quiet it is here during the day to one of my bosses, and then the upstairs neighbor appears. her alarm goes off when mine does, almost like an echo. when i change my song, it takes her a few days to keep up. i had said something offhand about how i'm the only one with a dog. then, upstairs - the little patter of dog paws.

at night, i start seeing people on my dog walking route. they pace, insubstantial, something black at the end of their lead. their waving arms always bent at right angles, like they are figuring out how to navigate being 3D. i always wave back, cheerfully. i keep my headphones in. they are over there in the mist that-does-not-belong, and i am over here in the light-that-flickers-on-and-off. i do not need to make a scene about this. there are many reasons people might dissolve into nothing. it is not any of my business.

the upstairs girl smokes. i see her with her (pomeranian? poodle?) little rat-rabbit-dog (? dog in the loosest sense of the word), her legs up on the stoop. she always goes inside when i show up to our building, after giving me one of those straight side-to-side waves. i can never quite make out her features. she won't be there when i leave for our walk, but she'll be there when we get back, no matter how long my walk takes. she watching me, her eyes dark. she sits there, smoking, wearing galaxy-print leggings. the little dog running near her. (sometimes the dog is not there, until i look again, and it is. i must have just missed it, or maybe it was hiding under one of the trim little bushes. not my concern, whatever it is.)

i know she smokes, i can see the red glow and smell it on the air after. but there are no places to dispose of the butts and she never leaves behind any litter. so she must be careful with them, which i appreciate. cigarettes are bad for the environment. i am in no place to judge someone for their vices anyway. during the day, sometimes i hear her dog (a corgi? a terrier?) whine, this thin, reedy sound, like someone gasping for breath. like someone buried alive. a howl like dread. sometimes it even sounds human; garbled and anxious, bow wow wow warping into help help help.

but i'm sure my dog whines when i'm gone, too. i will not report her for this, because it's not her fault. and i don't want to get her in trouble. after all, we all love our dogs so much.

when i write a request for maintenance to help me with ants, i get a bounce-back error. three days later, we wake up, and a sea of dead ant bodies litter my carpet. an inch deep, they float on each other's backs, a black blanket.

i vacuum them up. i feel bad about their little ant souls. i tell them i am sorry. i will light a candle. i tell myself - this is no different than calling an exterminator. to remove yourself from the process is an act of careful self-duplicity - we would have been killing the ants another way, and just anticipating someone else handle the transaction.

how do i call someone about this? i cannot break the lease because i think the others here are ghosts. or my other theory: maybe the whole thing is a carnivore, and i am in the belly, already beginning to rot.

we cannot afford to move, it's only been six months. the heat and the lights stay on. i never invite others over. it feels wrong. we are alone here, the way we should be alone here. this is our place, for me and my dog and the rest of us. we are supposed to be here. we are supposed to live here, in this little hole-in-the-ground apartment.

we are not under any form of threat, anyway. i light candles and say the prayers our father taught us. we keep our distance from the mist ones, and adopt their way of waving, side-to-side. it is starting to look less like a wave and more like beckoning. come on, come on. something keeps us locking our door. we put up more wrought iron, even after it hit us so hard-on-the-face, which wasn't fun, and was very mean. maybe we should take it down - except i know it was so much effort to put up. oh the tub leaks and the freezer has begin to lock while it's shut. our boss says we look pale these days. we blame insomnia. it's just that it's so quiet here, sometimes. we like to make ourselves go very-quiet too, like a mouse. and then we turn that horrible white-noise machine on. we are so strange; we push salt down the drains and into our doorways, which is a waste and a bad thing to do. we do not look into the electricity problem. we fix the lightbulb without complaint. we do not send in new notices to maintenance, even when the rust on the walls starts running. we get fabulosa and scrub everything. we do not make a fuss. when our neighbors that have-no-jaw open the door for us, we keep our eyes on our dog and say thank you! and make polite small-talk. when they garble their responses let your welcome out, (no throat but the sound's so loud?)-we say haha yeah and scoot by the cold spot. we help others get their groceries out of the car even though the bags smell rotten. we do not use the basement laundry room with the single pale yellow lightbulb, even though it is so friendly and warm and free; we drive elsewhere for that, which might be lazy of me. whenever we leave, we take our dog, even though he would be fine alone, surrounded by the strange creep of rust. we are kind, and not frenzied. isn't that strange? shouldn't we be frenzied? there have been so many odd things here, shouldn't we be reacting? instead we sit in our apartment and say, casually - oh, i'm fine. how fun! how interesting. are we waiting for something? if we're waiting, which of us is hiding and which of us is hunting? we count our days on the lease - six months left! we can grow to enjoy it here. it has its quirks, but hey. sometimes staying for the location is reason-enough.

and we love it here. it's a beautiful place to grow up.

i've seen enough horror movies starring upper-middle-income white families stuck in spacious haunted mansions. gimme stories about millennials stuck in haunted studio apartments. consider the realism:

why is this protagonist staying in an obviously haunted building despite the glaring warning signs? because a week at a motel would send them spiraling into credit card debt, they'll take their chances with the vengeful spirits. why did they chose this apartment complex to begin with, despite the many many unexplained mysterious deaths that show up on the first page of a google search? hon some of us don't have the credit score to move away from high (paranormal) crime areas. how could i be so careless as to sign a soul-binding contract with a demonic entity? bitch they're called LANDLORDS

[dollyyyhouse]

Here's Asmo's ver. of the Cheating! Au, it was fun writing this one 💓 I've had a hard week and seeing how much people love the things I've made really cheers me up <3 Thank you! And I was wondering if you guys would like it if I made a discord server for Obey Me? I think it'll be fun ^^

I'm gonna add a CW for this one just because it discusses a lot of sexual insecurity!!!

"Asmo.. it feels amazing! Yes... right there!" As if someone had just punched you in the stomach, you felt like all the wind was knocked right out of you. You couldn't bare to hear the sounds of moaning and skin-slapping coming from Asmodeus' room, you knew what was going on even if you didn't want to admit it. It was awkward enough to hear your housemate having sex, but Asmodeus was not just your housemate. The two of you had been dating for months now, so when you heard the lewd noises coming from his room it felt like your whole world just shattered.

You were just passing by, you honestly didn't mean to eavesdrop but the strange noises caught your attention the second you heard them. The more you had listened, the more the realization had sunk in. It felt gross listening to them do that, you wished you could just barge in and yell at them to "shut up" but you didn't have the guts. You didn't even want to see the unfaithful demon, let alone confront him. Not knowing what to do, you began to cry. Your mascara that Asmo had done the same morning was now ruined with your tears. You put your hand over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your sobs and ran to your room as fast as you could.

You didn't leave your room for the rest of the day, dreading the thought of see the man who broke your heart. Perhaps you should just act like you didn't know anything? Or maybe you could just confront him head on, but how could you? You knew you'd probably just break down in tears and become a slobbering mess who can't even form a proper sentence.

You don't know why Asmo would ever do something like this, he showers you in affection and love all the time. He's always been sweet to you, he calls you "Sweetheart" and even does your makeup when you don't want to do it yourself. HE was the one who confessed to you first, did he not love you anymore? You didn't want to think like that, he's been more loyal to you than anyone else in your life has been. When you met him for the first time the relationship was definitely rocky, he said some cruel things but once you two began to talk more you fell in love with him, did he ever love you back?

There was a knock on your door, before you could even respond someone walked in. You turned to look at who it could've been, and much to your dismay it was Asmo. "MC! What happened, you haven't been out of your room all day... and your makeup all ruined!" He tilted his head as if he was confused..? You didn't know if he was playing dumb or he genuinely didn't know you found out about his affair. "Oh.. I've just been tired," not wanting to look him in the eyes, you shifted yourself on the bed to face the wall, "you should go, dinner is soon." He didn't seem guilty, he was acting just like how he normally did and it made you even more upset.

"You should eat with us, maybe you'll feel better after you eat?" You shook your head "no", "I'll eat later, I should be fine if I rest for a little bit longer." He slowly walked over to you, his footsteps were light and quiet. He sat down next to you and began to stroke your hair, you wanted to scream at him, you wanted to kick him away from you but you could never do it. You didn't want to hurt someone you loved so much, it felt too cruel to the both of you.

"Maybe once you feel better we could have a spa day! Hehe, that'd be so nice. After that we could go to a nice café and just enjoy the day together! Ooh then we could go..." Too deep in your thoughts, you unintentionally drowned him out. You couldn't focus on what he was talking about, all you could think about was what he had done, his unfaithful actions.

"Asmo," he didn't seem to hear you so you shifted yourself to face him, "It will be so fun going around... Oh, what's wrong?" Grabbing your waist, he pulled you into a position where your head was under his chin and you rested on his chest. "Do you love me?" Asmo hummed a yes, "Of course I do! I love you so much!" You were curled up in his chest like a sleepy cat, you were mentally exhausted just from today. "Then why'd you do it?" The sudden confidence you gained surprised you, maybe it was because you were tired of his blatant bullshit. "Do what? Did something happen?" He looked in your eyes, but in reality he was looking at his through yours.

"Why did you have sex with someone else?" Your voice was quiet, barely loud enough for him to hear. His eyes widened, he quickly regained his composure and spoke. "Ehh.. well, I needed to be satisfied." He smiled at you like it was nothing, it felt like he had just stabbed you in the back. "Why didn't you just come to me..? I'm your partner after all." Tears began to form in your eyes, you didn't want to do this. "Because you don't have much energy when we do it.. you get tired so quickly that it's no fun..." A sad expression appeared on his face, not one out of regret or guilt but instead boredom and disappointment. It was directed at you, he didn't see anything wrong with what he'd done.

"... So you're not sexually attracted to me?" You hid your face in his chest, your makeup rubbing off on his nice clothing. It hurt, the conversation was tense and painful. You just wanted it to be over with, but at the same time you wanted to know everything. "Ehh, I guess. I love you a lot! But sex with you isn't any fun, I'd rather just sleep around with demons and succubi who have more energy." He let go of your waist, you could tell he was growing tired of the conversation. "So you started sleeping with others?! Why didn't you tell me I wasn't good enough? Why? Why?!" Removing your face from his chest, you stared him straight in the eyes. Your fear was now subsiding, instead you were being drowned in anger and despair.

"I still love you! You're my only romantic partner, it's just you don't satisfy my sexual needs so sometimes I have to go to others." He gave you a chilling smile, no remorse or regret. A pounding heart, smeared makeup, and eyes filled with heartbreak were all caused by the Avatar of Lust. The demon you loved oh so much had betrayed you in order to fill his sinful indulgence.

"I'm breaking up with you." Asmo's movements stopped once he heard those words, he was frozen in place like a statue. You broke free from his grasp, getting up from the bed and slowly backing away from where he sat. "We're through! You're a self-entitled jerk! Get out of my room." You signaled for Asmo to get out, but he just stared at you in shock. "It's not my fault, you weren't satisfying me! So what if I need multiple partners for sex? I'm only romantically involved with you!" Asmo's demeanor quickly shifted, the conversation was turning aggressive. "Do you see nothing wrong with that?! You kept it hidden from me, maybe if you told me I could've done something!" As the situation worsened both of your voices began to raise, both of you were now yelling at each other.

"You know what, if you're not gonna get out I'm going to leave." You grabbed your bag and packed everything you could fit in it, all while Asmo was trying to convince you not to break up with him and that it wasn't his fault but instead yours. You didn't care to wipe off the smudged makeup, you grabbed your shoes and stormed out of the house. He didn't chase you, deep down you wanted him to but he never did. It was an indicator of how he felt, along with his brothers he is also selfish. They kill, manipulate and lie in order to satisfy their sins.

The once beautiful memories you shared with Asmodeus now felt like painfully cruel ones, as if the gods were tormenting you for involving yourself with him. Wishing you never met him, wishing you never even arrived in Devildom. All the memories you thought were sweet were secretly cruel and manipulative, they were tainted with agony. You now knew the true colors of Asmodeus, you knew all along but wanted to ignore it. Your love for him blinded you, once you took off the blindfold of love you saw how tarnished everything was.

[soxcietyy]

Dollhouse

In a world where females are not commonly born you are kidnapped and taken to the kingdom of Valgore to be sold off to whoever can afford you. The General of the knights Yuta Okkotsu who isn’t sure if he wants a wife, takes you in but you arnt going to make his life easy by submitting yourself to him.

Tw: bad language, violence, drinking, beating, woman being mistreated, abuse, murder, rape, things that may trigger people.

Chapter 17

Two weeks have passed since then and Yuta had four to five butlers at his house. Not only was Itadoris wife pregnant but so was his. He knew he couldn't be there all the time due to everyone being alarmed from the current situation of the kingdom. Many people stayed huddled up in their homes not daring to go outside unless necessary. Nobody wanted to experience what happened years ago. He guessed he wasn't the only one who was stuck with that thought in the back of his head. The first time was bad what would they do now? Would they slaughter the whole kingdom? Kill the king and queen? Or even worst everyone?

"Yuta," he hears a soft voice call him.

Turing around he sees it's you looking at him from the bed worryingly. "Oh sorry did I wake you up?" He asks as he walked to your side. He hated making you worry especially during times like these. Cupping your cheek he placed a small kiss on your forehead.

"Oh no I just saw you standing up for a while, didn't know if something was wrong." You say holding his hand. He saw as you also held your stomach lovingly. Your stomach was now growing with a baby inside of it. It made Yutas heart flutter every time he thought about it. Could it be a boy that he could spar with in the future? Or maybe a girl he would spoil like crazy? It didn't matter as long as it was a healthy baby.

"I'm fine I was just thinking about today's schedule. It's pretty full due to the festival we'll be having soon." He says sitting down to talk to you. It was currently five in the morning but he had time to kill. Especially with these sleepless nights from overthinking.

"Ah yes the festival, isn't it such a bizarre time no?" You tilt your head.

"Yes it is but the king says it to lift up the peoples spirits. We can't just be living in fear everyday. Apparently everything is under his control and there's nothing to worry about."

"I guess he's right but what if something bad does happen? What then?" You hold his hand tighter afraid for yours and the baby's safety.

"That's something you'll never have to worry about. As long as I'm here you'll be safe. You and everyone else I love. Get some rest sunshine I'll be on my way." Yuta placed another kiss on you this time on your lips. Then he was on his way to work. The streets seemed quite as usual. The only thing he saw outside where boxes full of decorations for the festival which should of been hung yesterday. Maybe people were still afraid to go out. This was probably going to add more work on top of his day.

As he made his way to the castle he found himself spacing out once again. Thinking about what was to come in the future. That being positive or negative. He's actually never spaced out this bad until now. He could of sworn he was still walking to the castle but found himself Infront of the kings doors. Quickly he took a look in the mirror making sure he seemed perfect. After fixing a few flyaways he walked in. Pushing the heavy doors open.

"Yuta!" The king greets him.

"King Orimoto, I have come to speak to you about the recent events." Yuta says as he kneels down.

"Ah yes...Can you let us speak privately." The king tells his guards and servers. With a quick nod they take their leave. Yuta approached his majesty and stood next to him so they could make sure nobody was listening in.

"About the festival nobody is decorating or going outside. Also the farmers said that they will not be able to provide enough food for trade. To be fair our land isn't made for farming due to the cold weather." Yuta says.

"Have a group of men help and decorate. About the training I'll have to send another letter to our friendly neighbors." He sighs heavily.

From Yutas knowledge it wasn't easy trying to calm down their neighbors. They were ready to go to war but the king managed to settle it. From the rumors going around it had to deal with marriage... "My king I’ll also send people to help the farmers with their work. I’ll post my guards up in the entrances and I was wondering if I could get a marriage certification…" Yuta adds.

"Do I even want to know the situation about the last one?" He asked stressed out.

"No… but to brighten up the mood I would also like to let you know that my wife is soon to bear a child."

"A child? You managed to convince a child? Oh my boy Yuta I'm so proud of you. May your wife and child be healthy! You already know how hard it is for the woman born here to convive. It’s almost as it was a curse. I’ll send a marriage certificate to your house." The king says happily.

"Thank you! Also I would like to discuss one more thing with you. Something I believe we have to talk about." Yuta looks at him. The king leans in listening well.

"We both can’t deny it anymore, theirs going to be a war between the countries. Excuse my rudeness but I know about the marriage with Rika and I know she will not stand by it. She’s going to throw a big tantrum and it’s not going to be a nice one. You’ve seen how she acts. As much as I love her she’s going to make everything into a shit show." Yuta says.

"Yes you are right."

After what seemed like a hours of talking Yuta left. Striding past his men into the trading ground. It was a small arena with swords and armor. They trained here four times a week depending on their schedules. A a loud whistle was heard making everyone turned to look at him. "Alright guys I want a group of twenty to go to the plaza and decorate. I also need a few of you to go around asking if anyone needs help. Some in the farmers areas and others in the kingdoms entrances. This is a festival to bring people at ease. So I would appreciate if you guys would go and guard the festival. I think that will make people feel more secure." Yuta says point out random men to go help out.

"I'll be with the group of men so let's head out." He ordered as he walked out taking the lead. Hopefully tomorrow the festival was going to go as planned. No interruption or inconveniences, at least he hoped. When they made it to the plaza they got to work. They opened creates that contained balloons, streamers, confetti and other small things. The plaza was a very wide place so they could decorate. Sadly he couldn't bring you to help due to your safety. Last thing he wanted was someone to hold your for ransom. Hanging up banners and decorations hoping it would convive other people to help. At first nobody came out. You would see people peaking out the window here and there. Some actually sat outside to watch but those consisted of the older folks who wouldn't be much help but they were nice to talk too. One old lady came out and pulled a chair out next to Yuta. She wore a yellow flowery dress and some slippers.

"General what a find man you turned into. I remember when you where just a kid following Gojo around." She said.

"Ah yes I remember those days. I followed him so he could train me. He was my teacher after all, he has taught me well." Yuta smiles at her as he lifted a box up.

"Yuta my dear I wanted to ask you a question about the situation." She said reaching out to his with a shaky hand. She rested it on his arm waiting for his to approve.

"We'll I can't really say much regarding the situation but I'll see what can answer." Yuta put the box down on the floor. Sitting on the crate to listen to her questions. From the looks of how everything was going he had time to kill. His men where half way done with decorating. It wouldn't hurt to take a small break.

"I know you'll  do anything the protect the royal family but what about us commoners." She said worried.

Yuta looked at her surprised, this was something he didn't think about. Him being the General his main focus is the royal family. Then everyone else would have to be tended to last. That including his wife to.

"I asure you that you will be protected by my fellow men. They will make sure to do anything in their power to save the community. A lady like you shouldn't be worried about things like that. Trust me when you save the kingdom is safe. Spend time with your family now." Yuta said standing up. He grabbed the crate he was sitting on and lifted it up.

"I'll be going now I can't be slacking!" Yuta said as he walked off. Just a few more things and everything will be set. Hopefully...

walking past the fountain he could hear how the water poured down. It was relaxing yet soothing.

"No! No! No!" A high pitch voice rang though the village. Ruining the small moment of peace. They sounded upset and frustrated. "I can't believe he would do this to me! " she yelled.

Turning his attention to the sudden commotion he realizes it's the youngest princess. She was being followed by two guards and three maids. Throwing her hands around and yelling. "Princess please! You can't just run away it's your duty to do this for the country!" A maid behind here said.

"Do you think I care? I don't want to get married to the son of that monster! I want to marry who I want! I want to marry..." she turned her gaze to see Yuta looking back at her. "You" she mumbled.

"Excuse me?" Yuta questions not hearing the last part well. Her eyes looked full of sorrow and her lips pouted. "Yuta," she said approaching the general. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be training the soldiers?" She asks looking embarrassed.

Back then she would not care who saw her throw her tantrums. She would kick, spit, use vile language any where. Now that she was 15 it was different. She would still throw them just not around specific people. "Yuta Iv been hearing these ridiculous rumors that your going to be a dad, is it true?" She said looking at him sad almost as she was wishing it wasnt true.

"Yea I am," Yuta replied putting his hand over her head. "Get back to the castle you know you can't be out here." He gave her a small smile. Yet she didn't move nor look at him. Royalty were not to

Be out without a proper escort. It would deemed dangerous and scandalous. Due to the fact that if they were seen alone it meant they were doing something bad.

Bending his legs to be at eye level with her he could see her face. The look on her face changed. She looked distraught from hearing that answer.

"Are you okay Rika?" He asked confused. Still she didn't make a sound.

"We need to take her back now. It seems the princess isn't feeling well. Have her go get checked by the doctor and keep a close eye on her." Yuta commanded to the guards that stood behind her.

Before anyone could act she wrapped her arms around Yuta embarrassing him. "You don't want a baby, you never wanted a wife! Are you forcing herself to do this because of her?" She yelled. "Tell me you don't want the baby Yu! I'll assign a appointment for an abortion. I'll buy mugwort tea if you want! " she gripped his arms tightly.

Yuta looked her stunned. Why was she saying such things like this? Was she trying to embarrass him or creat lies? Grabbing her hands he pulled her of of him and began pulling her. He couldn't lie he felt so angered by this. What type of nonsense was she spewing? If this was any normal person he would of cut their fingers off. Maybe beat them till they couldn't walk. Send them to prison for life. But this was the princess, nothing could be done to her.

"Take get back to her room. I dont want to see her today nor do I want her near my house." Yuta whispers into a guards ear as Rika resisted. Letting go of her she fell to the ground.

"Please refrain from saying such this princess because it's not true. I love my wife and I am happy to soon be a father. Have a good day." He said before walking off. Hearing her yell as she was being escorted didnt bother him. What did though was the fact that he found himself gripping the hilt of his sword.

Next day

Waking up felt like the hardest part of today. Yesterday he worked so hard decorating and tending to peoples issues. At some point he was chasing rabbits around because they escaped from there pen. Luckily today was his day off. Well technically he was to be on duty secretly due to it being the festival today. Forcing his eyes open he sees your still sound asleep. He has to be at the festival as soon as it opens. He would of quickly gotten up if it wasn't for the fact that he promised you to take you out. Giving you small soft pokes he looks at you stir. Your eyebrows knitting together in annoyance.

Slowly opening your eyes you give him a glare. Sleeping was something you loved doing and because quite bothered if someone awaken you.

"Morning love let's get ready for today." He says giving you a kiss on your forehead.

"Oh yea we are going to go out today." You say remembering his promise.

"Yes now go get ready" he says as he watched you get up to go to the restroom.

It didn't take long for both of you to be at the door ready for the day. He found it adorable how you quickly ate up your breakfast to get going but had to wait for him to finish. "Yuta let's go now please!"

You grab onto his arm trying to sway him.

"Arnt you too excited? You know it's just going to be us in the beginning." Yuta says wrapping his arm around your shoulder. It was true the beginning of this festival was going to be empty. People are going to be too scared to come out but hopefully them seeing people out will encourage them. Yuta had a great reputation with the community. People loved him and seeing his wife was pregnant may make them come out to ask questions. He had the opportunity to show off his wife and the fact that he was going to be a dad. As much as he pretended like it was nothing he was secretly excited.

An: yea I finished this 8 days ago 🧍‍♀️

[randomshyperson]

The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - Chapter 11 - Part XI - The Sixth Year (Part One)

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Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies. Chapter Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, minor kissing.

A/N> In the previous chapter I said that maybe I would put the fic in Hiatus, and on Saturday I managed to write four chapters. So I believe I'll be able to finish everything by next weekend. Good reading everyone.

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Part XI - The Sixth Year (Part One)

Everything is different now.

You can feel it in your bones. You can feel it in the air, in the room, in the way your butler won't leave the radio playing on the kitchen counter because the music has been replaced by news of disappearances all over the magical and non-magical community.

Even now, sitting at the kitchen table while everyone is eating their breakfast beside you, you find it hard to relax. Jarvis doesn't have to turn the radio back on for you to know how things are going on outside the protected gardens of the Stark mansion.

"I've already prepared the fireplace, Mister Tony." Announced Jarvis next, his hands on his back. Your brother murmured, still in the middle of sipping his coffee.

"Thank you, Jarvis." He then spoke, placing the cup on the table. "I'm expecting mail, if Iron comes back with anything, save it for me okay?"

"Of course, Mr. Tony."

"Jarvis?" You called out before your butler returned to the kitchen. He looked gently at you. "Aren't you going to have breakfast with us?"

The man hesitated, straightening his suit vest slightly.

"I've already eaten, miss. But I appreciate the invitation." He says making mention of turning around, you add quickly.

"Where are you going?"

There it is again. The tension you have noticed since you returned from the hospital. Caught in the way Jarvis looks quickly at Tony and your sisters before a smile that doesn't reach his eyes forms. He clears his throat lightly.

"I have my chores, miss." He answers politely. "Nothing you need to worry about."

"Is the order, isn't it?"

As soon as the words escape, silence falls on the table. Gamora stops stirring her tea in mid-motion, but you keep your gaze on Jarvis.

"Miss Stark, please, I mustn't be late." He insists and you sigh, nodding. Jarvis walks away, but the table remains silent. You have your fists clenched in your lap, waiting.

And realizing that just as before, when you began to notice the rushed exits, the whispers, the locked doors, and the hiding spells, you realized that none of your siblings would say anything.

So you rolled your eyes and stood up, throwing your napkin on the table and walking out of the kitchen with hard steps.

Tony called out to you, but you ignored him. Gamora reached you when you were already in your room.

"If you've come to tell me there's nothing going on, you can leave." You let her know sitting up in your bed, your mind working on theories. Gamora sighed lightly.

"I'm not." She says as she moves closer to sit beside you. "But I can't tell you everything either."

"All summer, Gamora." You begin. "All summer you guys have been keeping secrets from me. And damn it, I've done it for a long time, and I understand. But I thought...I thought after last year, things were going to change. Everybody knows about the prophecy, and I'm still dealing with it alone."

"You are not alone." She retorts as she straightens up in bed, turning her body toward you, but you continue to stare at your lap. "You're not. We're just trying to protect you."

You give a short laugh.

"I'm not, really, you're right." You sneer bitterly. "I only have Wanda and she is more than enough."

Gamora sighs, but does not contradict you. You stand up looking for a change of clothes.

"Are you going to her house again?" Gamora asks as she sees you rummaging through the closets. You don't face her to speak.

"I don't get lied to in the Maximoff residence."

Gamora rolls her eyes.

"You've barely stayed home this summer." She complains. "We've missed you."

"Ironic you say that since when I am here you guys are having secret meetings without me." You retorted angrily, putting your pajama set into a backpack.

“Y/N…” she starts but doesn't continue. You feel frustrated and impatient, and you roll your eyes at her lack of honesty.

"See you tomorrow." You say before leaving with the backpack.

You went straight to the living room, and ignoring the questioning look from Tony and Nebula at the kitchen table, you made your way to the fireplace.

Before you used the floo powder, Tony was calling you.

"You know you still leave here, right?" He quipped, and you resisted the urge to start a fight.

You stumbled into the fireplace, the magic dust in your hands. Within seconds, you were in the living room of Maximoff Residence.

"Wanda, your girlfriend is here!" Pietro yelled as he turned his attention to the pages."Again." He muttered softly making you giggle as you walked out of their fireplace.

You stepped closer only to shove the magazine he was holding to his face in a childish act and ignore his irritated grunt as you kicked off your shoes, knowing Erik hated getting his carpet dirty.

You had gotten quite comfortable at Maximoff Residence this summer. After St.Mungus, you and Wanda have been spending a lot of time together.

Part of you knows it's because you've been kept out of order, and it's created a nervous tension between you and your siblings, Wanda's house being the only place where no one seems to keep things from you.

Your thoughts were interrupted by your girlfriend's sudden presence in the room, and you had two seconds to smile at her before Wanda steps forward from the hallway towards you, her arms around your neck in a tight hug. You felt your face heat up, but soon she was pulling away to place several kisses on your cheeks, making you giggle shyly as Pietro mimicked vomiting noises.

"My god, it's ten in the morning." He complained while getting up, but you ignored it, your hands rubbing Wanda's back as you looked at her adoringly.

"Good morning my love." You greeted her.

"Good morning sweetheart" She replied, looking at you the same way. "To what do I owe this wonderful visit?"

"I missed you."

"I missed y..."

"This is too gay for ten in the morning." Pietro complained loudly again, now walking past you into the hallway and turning into the kitchen as you and Wanda giggled.

“"Have you had breakfast yet?" She asked, bringing her hands to your cheeks, caressing your skin.

You mumbled yes, omitting the part that your meal was interrupted by a little argument to steal a peck from Wanda, who bit her lip when you moved away.

She turned her head to look down the hall for a second and then moved forward, kissing you firmly this time. You smiled against her lips, melting as her hand gently scratched the back of your neck.

She pulled back a moment later, cheeks flushed and eyes bright.

"Come say good morning to my dad before he comes to get you himself." She asked as she pulled away, her hand intertwining with yours to pull you towards the kitchen.

As soon as Erik saw you, he put the paper down on the table and smiled, waving for you to sit down, and you did it shyly, Wanda following you.

"It's good to see you, Miss Stark." He says. "Hope everything is alright at home?"

"Probably not since she's always here now." Pietro scoffs before you respond and lets out an exclamation of pain when Wanda hits him in the head with a small wave of energy. Erik shoots her a disapproving look but says nothing.

You get caught up in small talk while you eat together, and you're more aware of Wanda's presence than anything else, but Erik calls to you.

"Will you join us in the diagonal alley?" he asks curiously and you bite the inside of your cheek, uncertain.

"Actually, Tony asked me not to go out in public." You say. "Because of everything that's going on."

"Oh yes I understand." Erik says thoughtfully. "I was in the alley last week, and most of the stores are closed. People are scared, and crime increased considerably with the return of the walkers."

The mood at the table changes, but you feel your body relax with Wanda's hand on your knee.

"What has the order done about it, sir?" You ask and Erik frowns slightly in surprise.

"Forgive me Miss Stark, I assumed your brother was telling you about the delicate situation the order is in, so I didn't mention anything." He says and straightens his posture in the chair. "We believe there is a traitor among us."

You look at him in surprise, as do his children. Erik takes a deep breath.

"Of course any of you shouldn't worry about that." He says. "That's a matter for the members."

"Fury recruited my brother, sir?" You question and Erik hesitates, then nods. You feel your stomach sink. Tony didn't tell you about it. "And my sisters?"

"No. Not them." He quickly denies it. "We voted to add new members, and it needs to be a unanimous decision. I don't approve of adding children to order."

"But you approve Tony?" You accuse with a frown.

"Your brother is of legal age, Miss Stark." He argues. "He is a powerful, resourceful, and talented wizard. He has the right to fight if he wishes."

"He's only two years older than me." You retort. "I don't want him to be in danger."

"He insisted." Erik tells you. "He insisted because he wants to protect you. I had my doubts about that, due to his age, but he asked for my vote. He wants to help."

You swallow the urge to cry, absorbing the teacher's words.

"Jarvis too, right?" You ask and Erik takes a sip of coffee before answering.

"I must not share the order's membership list." He comments lightly jokingly, but you grimace. Erik sighs. "We are trying to keep it as a secret as much information as possible. The situation is too tense with the ministry, and with so many attacks, we are not knowing who to trust."

"You haven't said anything about this all summer, papa." Pietro comments thoughtfully. "Why now?"

Erik swallows hard, putting the mug down on the table.

"Because Wanda is going to Hogwarts next week, and I won't be there to keep her safe."

You can feel Wanda's surprise and anxiety mix with yours, and your hand rests in hers on your knee.

"What are you talking about?" Wanda questions and Erik takes a deep breath.

"I will not be returning to the castle this year." He says. "The ministry ordered my removal."

"What?" The three of you exclaimed together and Erik gestured lightly for you to calm down.

"There are many rumors about the Ministry of Magic's involvement in the rise of Mephisto. The facilities that were granted to the walkers, in addition to the encouragement of the propaganda of purity of blood." He counts. "What happened at the ministry, with you two, created quite a problem for the minister. He can't blame Harkness because she disappeared, but it was only a matter of time before he found out that I was the one who recommended the special classes with her."

"But you were helping us!" You exclaimed indignantly. "And you're on the side of order!"

"Exactly, Miss Stark." He says. "I'm afraid the minister's interest is just that. To remove all members of the order from the castle."

"Papa, what will happen to you?" Pietro asks worriedly, but Erik smiles, giving him a reassuring look.

"Do not worry." He says. "They'll do an investigation, and the minister will prolong my removal as long as he can. In the meantime I'll help the order. Our priority is to finish off Mephisto's brute strength before he regains all his followers."

"What will happen at the castle this year?" Pietro questions worriedly, and you and Wanda share his expression. Erik taps his fingers on the table lightly.

"I have my suspicions, but all the possibilities are bad." He declares. "But Wanda will have professor Stephen and Maria there. Don't hesitate to reach out for them."

"That's not very comforting." Pietro mutters and Erik flashes his son a sad smile.

"But I guarantee that whatever happens at Hogwarts, it will be better than the outside." He says. "None of you have experienced a wizarding war before.Believe me when I say that the backyards of the school are safer, no matter how awful they seem to be."

Pietro sighs.

"I am worried, Papa." He says. "Wanda will be there alone."

You frown. "Hey!"

Pietro gives a short smile. "You know what I meant." He clarifies. "I won't be there, and neither will you. I don't understand why she can't stay home."

"Because it's more dangerous here." He comments. "The only reason you're not coming back to the castle is because of your small act last year, Pietro."

Pietro looks away, grimacing at Erik's disapproving tone. All the times you've been here, the topic of Pietro dropping out of school always made Erik grumpy and created a nervous tension between him and his son.

Erik clears his throat.

"Since you have decided that you will not become a competent wizard, I expect you to help me during this period." Erik declares causing you and Wanda to exchange a look, uncertain about getting into the conversation. Pietro rolls his eyes. "I'm sure your Aunt Raven has some task to keep you busy."

"Of course, papa." Pietro mumbles wryly, laying his face in his arms on the table.

Erik sighs before turning his gaze back to Wanda and you.

"We may be at war now, but your education is still important, my dear." He says. "I wanted to make sure you got your N.E.W.T. We're going to need good witches for when this is all over."

Wanda smiled shyly, and you fell silent again. Your head was a mess, millions of possibilities about the next year flashing by and noticing your nervousness, Wanda excused herself to the table, and led you by the hand out of the kitchen.

She smiled at you in the hallway, but only stopped walking when you two reached her room.

"You're nervous." She commented as she gently pushed you onto her bed.

You sat down, and Wanda settled into your lap, your hands automatically going to her waist as she hugged you. You sank your face into her neck, breathing in her perfume deeply and feeling your whole body relax at once, becoming slightly dizzy with how comfortable you felt.

"I love you." You whispered against her skin, and Wanda pressed you tighter against her, making you fall back against the mattress with a giggle. With her lack of response, you began to caress her back, feeling her breath against your neck.

When she pulled away, she got off you, throwing herself on the bed next while biting back a smile.

"What?" you asked, curious by her expression. She shook her head slightly, her cheeks flushed.

"I just think I have never felt as happy as I do when I am with you."

You smile at the confession, feeling your heart race as you turn your body toward her, resting your face in your hand and your elbow on the bed.

Your fingers come up to her face, brushing her hair out of her eyes to place behind her ear, as she looks at you adoringly.

"What am I going to do without you next year, huh?" you ask, causing her to giggle a little, as she reached up to rest her hand on your waist.

"Do you think we'll be able to talk through thoughts by then?" She jokes putting on a mock expression, making you laugh.

"I wish I had that now, so you could help me with my exams." You retort in the same tone, making Wanda laugh.

"I can help you with some actual studying for your exams." She suggests and you raise an eyebrow.

"Oh, yes, because study sessions work out very well for us, don't they, Miss wandering hands?" You tease and Wanda smiles mischievously bringing your faces closer together.

"It's not my fault you're irresistible." She whispers before kissing your lips softly. You both sigh, but just as you go to deepen the kiss, Pietro is entering the room and Wanda lets out a grumble as she pulls away and sits on the bed.

“Can I help you Pietro?” Wanda asks impatiently.

"Can you let go of your girlfriend for a second to talk to your brother?" He teases causing Wanda to roll her eyes, but you giggle, settling comfortably on the bed. "I need to tell you both something."

"Then stop the suspense and just tell us." You grumble, wishing you would go back to kissing Wanda.

Pietro checks the hallway, then closes the bedroom door. You and Wanda frown.

"I think there's something important going on in the order." He declares. "But I have no idea what it is."

"That's not very reassuring." Wanda mocks making you laugh and Pietro grimaces. " What gave you this idea anyway?"

"Dad's been getting owls." He counters. "You haven't noticed anything strange because you're making out all the time."

"Jealous." Wanda teases, making you laugh, but Pietro rolls his eyes sighing impatiently.

"Yeah, yeah, you guys are cute and all, but you don't seem to be noticing the rest of the world." He complains, crossing his arms. "We have a war going on and all you girls are doing is kissing each other."

Wanda sighs, getting up.

"And we'd like to get back to that, so you can leave." She complained pushing her brother by the shoulders, while you laughed at the indignant expression he made while complaining that that was an important matter.

Wanda ushered him out, and locked the door, turning to you with a mischievous grin.

"Where were we?" She asked as she approached, and all you did was open your arms for her to jump into your lap again.

You knew that this was indeed an important matter, but you couldn't focus on much else as you had Wanda on your lap kissing your mouth eagerly, her tongue sliding into yours as her hands squeezed your shoulders gently.

You kissed so many times that summer, but it seemed to get better, and more and more addictive. You had no idea if it was because you were connected to her, or if it was because you were in love, but either way, you didn't want to stop.

But then the door was opening again, and Wanda let out a grumble as she jumped away from your lap, trying to disguise her smudged lipstick and swollen lips.

"Girls, you know the rules." Erik warned with a serious tone. "The door must always stay open."

"Yes, sir." You and Wanda muttered breathlessly, and Erik rolled his eyes before leaving. When his footsteps became distant, you and Wanda began to giggle, and you fell beside her on the bed, both of you trying to normalize your breathing and disguise how affected you were by the little make-out session.

In the silence, Wanda intertwined your hands together, but you both continued to stare at the ceiling.

"Do...do you think Pietro might be right?" Wanda asked next, her voice low. You shifted your gaze to her, waiting for her to clarify. Wanda swallowed dryly before doing so. "About this. About us not paying attention to the war or anything else. I just...I'm afraid he's right."

You straightened to turn your body toward her properly, resting your head on the hand of the arm that you popped your elbow on the mattress. Wanda copied your movement, and you smiled at her as you moved your fingers up to caress her face.

"I think it's unfair for Pietro to say that." You say. "Every time I've tried to bring up order, war, or anything related to that, I've been called a child. So I think it's unfair that just because I'm focusing on the most important part of my life I get called out for it."

Wanda's eyes widened slightly, her cheeks flushed.

"You think I'm the most important part of your life?" She asked shyly, making you smile.

"Of course you are, Wanda." You reply as if it were obvious, squeezing her reddened cheek and making her laugh. "My little grumpy witch."

Wanda rolls her eyes, grabbing a fistful of your shirt to pull you close, and give you a lingering kiss. You smile against her lips, and when she pulls away she keeps her forehead pressed against yours.

"I love you." She whispers with her eyes closed. "I love you so much I think I'm going to suffocate."

You sigh, feeling her emotions. She feels love, vibrant, pulsing. You think you might cry if you don't keep your eyes closed.

"I know." You whisper back. "It's like you can't put all the love out, no matter how hard you try."

"Does that scare you?" Wanda asks, her hand coming down on your waist. "Us? How intense it feels?"

You let out a short laugh.

"Scare me?" You retort. "It's the only thing that secures me."

Wanda sighs, pulling away to look at you. You smile, your hand on her cheek, caressing her skin with your thumb.

"You, Wanda Maximoff, are the only certain I hold on to." You confess. "You are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. My love for you is the only thing I am sure I never want to lose."

Wanda's eyes are watery, but you know they are tears of happiness. You can feel it too. And you don't need her to say it back to you to know either.

"I can't lose you." She whispers as she lets the tears flow. "I won't survive."

"I'm not going anywhere, Wanda." You assure by looking into her eyes, but she swallows dryly, unable to hold back her tears. You feel her despair, you want to get these feelings out of her, but you don't know how. You hold her tightly, and Wanda lies against you.

When she opens her mind to you, you understand. She still thinks of you in the dungeons of the castle. She shares her insecurities, and her traumas. You take it all in, and the grip tightens. You also begin to cry when she stops sharing.

"I'm sorry." You tell her, and repeat it a few times until she stops crying. When she does, you're both exhausted, and she just pulls away to straighten up, her face buried in your neck, inhaling your perfume.

"Stay with me." She asks against your skin, and you smile with your eyes closed.

"I will." You whisper against her ear. "I will stay forever."

//-//-//-//-//

Hogwarts feels different.

Although the trip to the castle was the same as other years, there is a different tension in the air.

The train was also considerably emptier.

Not that you noticed it so much, Wanda's presence being your complete focus. Your sisters' teasing about it making you ignore your surroundings even more just to look at Wanda.

And when you all arrived at the castle, everything seemed even worse than last year.

"Are those dementors?" Gamora asks in surprise as you all are walking down toward the carriages. You notice the buzzing around the train, the other students also noticing the creatures flying over the castle in the distance.

Wanda's hand intertwined in yours is the only thing keeping you calm.

Before you can show any reaction, Drax, the fighter guard is shouting for everyone to hurry, that it was not safe to stay outside, and you were pushed along with the crowd inside the vehicles.

"What the hell is going on with this place?" Nebula asks as the carriage starts to move.

"I don't know, but having Dementors back in the castle is definitely not a good sign." Wanda comments looking out the window.

The silence of the drive to the castle is filled with speculation about the changes at the beginning of the year, and none of you are excited for Professor Kaecilius' continuing direction. Nobody seems happy with the absence of Professor Erik on the faculty either.

You don't miss the opportunity to tease Gamora about her boyfriend not coming back to Hogwarts this year, but it backfires when she scoffs that not everyone needs to be together all the time like you and Wanda to date.

When you finally arrived, there were aurors in almost every corridor of the castle now, but they were shabby-looking wizards you had never seen before, and no sign of Carol Danvers.

As soon as you made mention of joining the Slytherin table, one of them put his hand in your way.

"Each student must join their house at the opening ceremony." Said the wizard seriously, and you frowned.

"That's ridiculous." You retorted impatiently, taking a step forward. The wizard drew his wand and you widened your eyes in surprise, automatically covering Wanda with your body.

"I won't say it again." Warned the man, and you were ready to duel, but Professor Strange seemed to have emerged from the floor, and touched your shoulder quickly.

"Miss Stark, please, let's all calm down." He ordered, and you grimaced in indignation. The small scene was already attracting the attention of the students who were entering the hall.

"Tell the student to go to her assigned table or she will be punished, professor." Warned the auror and you clenched your jaw, taking a step forward, but Wanda squeezed your hand pulling you back.

"Please, everyone in your seats right now." Strange said. "Let's not start the year with a fuss, okay?"

You ignored Stephen to look at Wanda, who let go of your hand to gently smooth your cloak, moving closer to kiss your cheek, and whisper in your ear "I love you." before turning away, smiling shyly as she turned to the Slytherin table and left.

You sighed, exchanging an angry look with the auror before walking over to the Hufflepuff table, Mantis behind you.

The year's announcements were even more absurd.

"[...] As many of you may have known this summer, as per the announcements of the Daily Prophet, I will be taking over as headmaster of Hogwarts." Announced Professor Kaecilius with a polite smile that made you roll your eyes. Your attention immediately returned to the Slytherin table, and you already found Wanda looking at you.

When your gazes meet, she blushes, quickly turning away, and making you smile.

"Hey, that sounds important." Mantis commented beside you, noticing that you were distracted, exchanging glances with Wanda across the hall.

You mumbled, pretending to pay attention to the director.

"It is clear that this will be a difficult year for us, and typically adverse until the Ministry of Magic faces the dangers beyond this castle." Kaecilius commented and you frowned, finally paying attention to the speech. "It is to prioritize the safety of the students, I have been in contact with the minister of magic himself, and new conceptions have been allowed this year to properly prepare the students for the dangers of the wizarding world."

The hall shared some buzz, but the professor just cleared his throat, continuing to speak.

"This year we will be accompanied not only by the guards of Azkaban, but also by a team of special aurors, sent by the minister himself to ensure the integrity of the castle and the safety of our students. " Kaecilius said, motioning in the center of the hall. "In addition, a change was necessary in the curriculum of this school, due to the disfavor the old direction caused in the education of all of you."

"That doesn't sound good." Mantis whispered beside you.

"I'm sure it isn't." You whispered back, looking at the principal.

"The importance of teaching without ideological barriers has been reassessed, and the minister has decided that freedom is a crucial point in the education of our society." Kaecilius announced, holding out his arms. "Classifications like right, or wrong, are... backwardness. We, as a free society, need to evolve. And we are going to start that here. With our young people."

You're not sure if it was an auror or one of the teachers who applauded first, but soon the hall followed, more out of cordiality than anything else. You did not, nor did Mantis, or any of your friends, and neither did some of the other students.

When dinner was served, you felt too concerned to feed yourself, but Mantis poked you in the ribs.

"What do you think all that speech meant?" She asks and you stir your steak with your fork, sighing before answering.

"Don't you think it's obvious?" You ask rhetorically. "They're going to teach dark magic."

Mantis's eyes widen in surprise, but you feel tired. You want to go back to where Wanda is.

But then Peter Parker is speaking.

"Did you hear what some of the Gryffindors are saying about Minister Schmidt's aurors?" he asked and you and Mantis both deny with your heads. He leaned in, lowering his voice. "They are called the Red Skulls. They were a task force in the first war. And they weren't on the right side."

You become apprehensive at the information. It's as if Hogwarts is being controlled by the wrong people now. You really have no appetite after that. So all you do during dinner is listen to the parallel conversations between your housemates and your friend.

You wished Harley had come back to Hogwarts this year, but she wrote to you over the summer saying that just like Ivy, she would study magic from home now. You missed her lightness when you had to listen to Peter's nervous comments.

As dinner ended, you hoped to join Wanda, but the aurors controlled the lines back to the dormitories, wands in hand.

You clenched your jaw, feeling frustrated and angry as soon as you made mention of leaving the line and the same auror from earlier appeared.

"Let's not do that again, Stark girl." He warned and you held your wand in your robes, staring at him angrily.

"A word, Stark?" Professor Strange interrupted again, appearing beside the auror. He touched the wizard on the shoulder. "Please, Mr. Klaue, I will escort Miss Stark back to the Hufflepuff dormitory when we're done."

The minor wizard stared back at you before turning his attention back to the line and Stephen gestured with his head for you to accompany him out of the hall.

You walked to the corner of the entrance, and Stephen leaned slightly toward you.

"How are things, Stark? Did you have a good summer?" He asked, making you frown.

"The best." You replied dryly. " Everything was awesome until I came back and some jerk kept me from seeing my girlfriend."

Stephen sighed lightly, looking at the rest of the rows that were moving away, the hall quickly becoming empty.

"I'm sorry about that. I wish things were different, but they won't be for long." He says, practically whispering. You cross your arms, annoyed at the way the aurors in the distance are clearly watching you and Stephen talk.

"What the hell is going on in this place anyway, professor?" You ask irritated.

"The same thing that's going on outside." He replies. "Miss Stark, I won't have as many opportunities to talk to you this year. So I'll say it now. Be careful. Not like the years before, going out at night and sneaking out of the castle. No. Hogwarts will not be the same this year. You, as well as your friends, must be careful."

You frowned, but softened your expression as you noticed the pure concern on Strange's face. But before you could say anything, he was looking away and there was an auror beside you.

"Students should return to their dormitories after dinner." The man announced, already grabbing your arm and making you let out a mixed exclamation of surprise and anger.

"There's no need for that." The professor immediately interfered, releasing the man's grip, who took a step forward.

"I would be careful with secrets, Mr. Strange." Warned the wizard. "You don't want to be tried for treason, like that mudblood, do you?"

Strange clenched his jaw, and you think you've never seen him so angry.

"Do not threaten me, Mr Stane." Stephen retorted, and you swallowed dryly as you saw the wizard grab his wand on his belt, but he didn't draw it. The wizard just laughed wryly and made a noise with his mouth, like a whistle, to get you to walk.

You exchanged a look with the professor before doing so, hurrying to keep up with the end of the Hufflepuff line.

//-//-//-//-//

You were too worried to sleep.

And nothing had happened, but just the fact that you knew things were different made you uncomfortable and worried about Wanda's safety.

You had your cloak, and ignoring Strange's instructions, you waited for everyone to be asleep before leaving the dorm, completely invisible in the dark.

Aurors were making rounds through the halls, much more than before. And there were many more wizards, and you didn't know where they seemed to come from.

You thought it best to put a spell on your shoes so they wouldn't make noise, and so you passed through the corridors quietly.

At the portrait door your troubles began.

"Hey buddy, let me in." You warned the painting, which grumbled as it was woken up, squinting and then assuming a stern posture.

"Get out of here, blood traitor!" Retorted the painting causing you to frown.

"Say that again and I will rip you apart!" You angrily warned, but the painting gave a mean little laugh and then began to shout.

"Student out of bed, student out of bed!" His high-pitched voice echoed in the halls, and you hurried to cover your head with your cloak again, feeling your heart race when you heard footsteps approaching through the halls.

You started to run, and only stopped when you were far enough away.

And then you realized where you were again.

You remember the path from your nightmares.

Swallowing hard, you take a step back, but you bump into the wall.

It is the entrance to the dungeon where Agatha took you.

Nothing looks different, you wonder if the ministry even went in there.

You feel your stomach turn, and your heart is racing even more. The memories of what happened come back all at once, but you close your eyes, taking a deep breath and pushing them away.

You are safe.

And you walk away from that corridor quickly, feeling suffocated.

And then you bump into someone, trip over the cloak, and fall to the floor.

"Interesting choice of destination, Miss Stark." Professor Kaecilius comments as you swallow dryly, looking at him while you are still on the floor. He keeps his hands in his pockets."I was hoping for a more mature attitude in your sixth year, but clearly that was a mistaken expectation."

"Sorry, professor, but I'm still sleepwalking." You retort getting up, and are surprised that he gives you a wry smile. You feel nervous then, because he is now so comfortable at Hogwarts that he feels free to laugh at your jokes.

"I should have predicted that you would come back to this place." He then says, looking toward the room for a moment before returning his gaze to you. "If you had asked permission, perhaps I would have conceived."

You clench your jaw, not knowing exactly how to escape this confusion. Professor Kaecilius assumes a stern expression next.

"I don't care for the unruly way that Agatha conducted this school, but I assure you that it will not be the same manner in which I will conduct it." He says and with a flick of his right hand, the fallen invisibility cloak closes and jumps on his arm. You swallow dryly, but say nothing. "Adjusting to the new curriculum will take up most of your routine during this week, but you must learn to value the rules. Your detentions will take place on Saturdays for the next three months."

"Three months?" You exclaim in shock, and Kaecilius sighs.

"Perhaps four would be more appropriate, you have a bad track record."

You bite your tongue, holding back from cursing your teacher.

" Follow me to your dormitory, Miss Stark." Says the professor next, already starting to walk. "We don't want any more incidents, do we?"

The path is silent, but there is a nervous tension.

At the door, Professor Kaecilius turns to you.

"I would sleep now, if I were you, Miss Stark." He warns. "It takes discipline to become a competent witch, and sleep will not be an acceptable excuse for failing your classes."

You frown, but the professor waves, and you walk into the dormitory, the doorframe closing behind you.

Just as you reach your room, Mantis is opening the curtains on her bed.

"Where the hell have you been?" She asks worriedly as you take off your shoes to lie down.

"Wanda." You grumble before throwing yourself onto the mattress, sinking your face into the pillow. Seeing your dissatisfaction, Mantis sits up in your bed, poking you lightly in the ribs.

"What happened?" she asks and you sigh in frustration. When you tell her what happened, she has a mixed expression of concern and annoyance.

"I'm sorry about the cloak." She says. "And well, about the detention too."

"It's okay." You mumble. "I just wanted to see my girlfriend."

"I'm sure she's fine." Mantis says, and seeing your grimace she giggles. "Can't you feel these things? If you're not sensing anything, she's asleep, right?"

You sigh, nodding. Mantis is right. You just miss her, but other than that, you don't have any chills or anything. Wanda is safe.

"Thank you, Mantis." You say shyly, playing with the threads of the pillow. "Sometimes, I don't remember that, and I worry for nothing."

"It's okay." She says. "That's how it is when you love someone."

You smile and Mantis gives you a wink before getting up, and returning to her own bed.

"Now, let's go to sleep please, I'm thinking we're in for a busy week." She comments and you murmur in agreement.

You are afraid that " busy" is not the best adjective to define it.

//-//-//-//-//

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[bukojuiice]

like the soul of honey  — katsuki bakugo

ೃ pairing: (dad! katsuki bakugo x mom! reader)

ೃ  warnings: none ♡

ೃ genre: fluff overload 

ೃ word count: 782 words

ೃ my ongoing bakugo x reader smau -  my writing masterlist 

ೃ an indirect sequel to my bakugo holiday hcs! so i recommend reading that too!! ♡

ೃ ok but can you guys imagine bakugo as a dad?????? i’m going to cry just thinking about it?????? aaaaaaa like i’m just going to combust bc he’s going to be such a good dad??? like really!! he actually will be!!???? not your conventional good dad but i can imagine him being hot-headed one minute and when he sees his child he’s just going to go soft mode hours on bc he doesn’t want them to see him angry and cursing at everything!! so here’s a fluffy drabble of bakugo as the father of your daughter!! ps. this is probably one of the cutest stories i’ve ever written in my entire life is2g 

ೃ your daughter’s name is hikari which means light. bakugo thought of that name because light is essentially a part of his quirk and hikari is a part of him so... yes!! please do reblog if you enjoyed!! (add tags too because i love reading them and my heart swells with happiness when people love my work!) ♡

ೃ song inspo: thinking out loud by ed sheeran

ೃ Christmas finally approaches and your daughter, Hikari, can’t wait to spend it with the best parents ever. 

"Mommy! Daddy! Wake up it's Christmas!"

You hear your 6 year old daughter, Hikari, say as she charges into your room. You groggily get up whilst your still explosive and temperamental husband, Katsuki gets up with a loving smile on his face that you always see when his daughter enters his field of vision.

He never ever forgets to smile when he sees Hikari.

You and Hikari are two of the most important people in his life and he can't say that he's a perfect father nor is he a perfect pro-hero.

Yet as he grew older and as he developed his relationship with you, he learned to mellow down just a little bit albeit he still always retained his headstrong and rash behavior, he could never dare to show that to Hikari. He may not be the perfect pro-hero because let's face it, no one is.

But, to you, he's the perfect father to the most precious soul that the two of you had produced with your love, your daughter.

"Morning, Hikari." Katsuki says with a gentle smile and a gruff morning tone. You turn to him and rest your head on his shoulder. He pats his lap indicating Hikari to sit on it. She shuffles to the edge of the bed, crawls on top of the covers and sits on her dad's lap.

"Morning, Daddy! Morning, Mommy!" She says brightly. "Look! Look! I've been practicing my quirk!" She says, producing a twinkle of light in the palm of her hands. "Soon, I'll just be as good as you Daddy!"

"You've got a long way to go still, Kiddo. But, I'm proud of you! Good job!" He ruffles his daughter's hair, she yelps a cute "hey!" as her father continues to tease her.

She's got your (h/c) hair, Bakugo's fiery and passionate ruby-colored orbs, his intelligence, his feisty demeanor, and your selfless kindness. She's the perfect mix of you two, they say.

"I wanna go walk and when we go back home can we have hot chocolate and open presents, please!?" You smile and run your fingers through her hair. "Of course, love." She smiles widely and jumps off the bed. "Let's go, then!" She then runs to her room, almost tripping on the way there.

You and Katsuki look at each other and laugh.

____

Later that night, the three of you are cuddling by the fireplace with hot cocoa in your hands.

Hikari yawns and falls asleep with her head on your lap. You smile, taking her hot cocoa out  of her hand, and covering her with a blanket.

You look up to see Katsuki looking at you with a small smile on his face.

There was nothing but love and tenderness in his eyes. His eyes were that of a warm scarlet hue.  His shoulders were relaxed and his usual rough and intimidating exterior was nowhere present in his entire face.

 You could see directly through him and it's these rare times where you can't help but just fall in love with him all over again and just relive the relationship you have with him til this point.

How much he's changed and how much he's grown. He's come a long way from being the newly graduated Pro Hero Dynamight to Katsuki Bakugo, the loving father of the actual sparkle in your life, Hikari Bakugo.

"What?" You say with a chuckle, raising your eyebrow at him. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

As much as he desires to be perfect himself, he thought to himself that life could never become better and more blissful than this.

Katsuki scoots closer to you, putting a hand on your shoulder, and planting a kiss on your forehead.

"I know you'd be a good mother." He whispers. You laugh and kiss his cheek. 'You're the better parent." You say. "You literally switch to a softer version of your eruptive self whenever she's around." He snickers, shaking his head as he plants another kiss. This time on your lips.

"I love you." He kisses you again. He begins to trail down kisses on your neck until-

"KABOOM!" Hikari suddenly rises up from the couch, she raises her hands, yet her eyes are closed.

She was talking in her sleep

"Take that Bad Guy! My daddy just kicked your butt!" She says proudly before she falls back on the couch and continues to drift back to dreamland.

"Let's get her to bed first." You giggle, lightly pushing your husband away from you as you gesture him to carry Hikari to her room.

The two of you end the holiday in each other's arms, waiting for another day of your joyous life to begin.

[xneens]

thank u, next (ft. loki)

Warnings: angst, swearing, jealousy, mentions of sex

Word count: 4.5k

Summary: A new team member in the group shakes things up for the super soldier.

Or: In which Steve casts you aside for a Carter only to regret his decision when he sees you with the God of Mischief.

"Yeet."

Swiveling your chair, you saw the empty pint of ice cream hit garbage can, bouncing off the rim and dropping on the floor with a light thump. You looked at Tony, shaking your head. "You've been hanging out with Peter too much."

"Why, thank you." Tony replied, smirking at you. "So, tell me, you sexy vixen, how do you feel with Thor bringing Loki? You were quiet during the whole argument that almost ended with Barton ripping out his eye."

You shrugged, the heels Tony had bought earlier drawing your attention to your feet. "I'm fine. I don't really care, I mean, I wasn't with you guys when New York happened so I don't really think I get to have an opinion about whether the mind-controlled God of Lies gets a spot in the team."

"You realize your on the team, right? I'm pretty sure your opinion matters especially with the mass murderer joining." Tony replied, accidentally hitting himself with the candy cane in his hands. "I really thought you were going to side with Cap on this one. You always do."

It wasn't a secret that Steve Rogers wasn't completely on board with the plan. That was pushing it; in other words: Steve Rogers despised the plan. If he could kill it, he would've. When Thor had proposed the plan to bring Loki on the team (a punishment from Odin himself)—trying to convince everyone he was "good" now—less than a handful had let him continue speaking. The rest wanted to riot. You had just sat there, a smirk on your face as you watched the six of them fight with each other while Fury shook his head, looking like a disappointed father.

When everyone had came to an agreement on Loki's trial period, there had been pages of rules on what he was restricted on doing including magic and stabbing. Of course, it was very specific so even the God of Mischief couldn't find a loophole. Maybe he could if he tried, which he probably will.

Clicking your tongue, you shrugged, ignoring the little pang in your chest. "Not on this. I'm smart enough to see that there's more reward than risk to have Loki on the team. For example: he's not bad to look at."

Tony choked on his candy cane, coughing up a large piece. With wide eyes, he studied you in silence, trying to figure out if you had been joking. "Are you serious? We should bring you to Helen so you can get your head checked. There's a chance you might have a concussion from the last mission."

"You have eyes, you can see how regal he is despite not genuinely being born royal. And those cheekbones..." you trailed off, biting your lip at Loki's handsome features. Tony raised an eyebrow, slowly shaking his head. "Not that his perfect bone structure justifies all the people he's killed. I'm just very observant being an avenger and all."

"Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, sure." Tony mumbled, leaning back on his chair, his eyes narrowing after your confession. "Ms. Natalia Romanoff didn't get the chance to tell me what happened between you and old Capsicle."

Rolling your eyes, you spun around in your chair, facing away from the nosy billionaire. "There's not that much to tell. We talked, we liked each other, then the sun came up and reality set in as the form of Sharon Carter. It didn't take long for him to ditch me to go for Peggy's niece. Anyways, been there, done that. People change."

"You're not the same girl I met." Tony stated. "On that note, Rogers' old brain is still defrosting and he's getting older so I don't think he knows how stupid he is...yet."

"And I'm not going to wait for him to find out." you muttered, a loud sound coming from the big yard. Looking through the garage window, you saw the blinding light before two figures in different colored capes appeared, the blinding light ruining the fresh-cut grass. Beaming at Tony, you got up. "Want to plan a party with me?"

"You say that like I'd have the ability to say no. Tonight?" Tony replied, grinning at thought of loud electronic dance music and booze.

Getting up, the stilettos clicked on the floor, your perfect pedicure peeking through the hole. Smiling, you walked towards the door. "Well, we are in the presence of two Gods. I think it's only fair we celebrate like it."

"I'm putting Party in the USA on the track-list!"

Rushing to the lawn where the rest of the team gathered, your mood was lightened by the sight of the golden haired retriever in disguised as a jacked God. Ignoring the others, you threw yourself at Thor, the God of Thunder catching you, arms tightening around your body. You let out a breathless laugh, momentarily forgetting your idiotic plan to avoid Steve. "Thor!"

Thor guffawed, lifting you off the ground, shouting your name in glee before letting you breathe again. "My favorite avenger! Miss me?"

"Duh." you responded, glancing at Loki, who had magically changed into an all-black suit, his shoulder length raven-colored hair slicked back. His eyes narrowed slightly at the team who had defeated him. He looked even better in person. "So, that's Loki."

Natasha spoke up before either Asgardian could. She stepped closer, observing him with you. "Not sure. He isn't as smug as before—"

"And he's missing those horrendous reindeer horns he was wearing." Clint chimed in, crossing his arms. His hate for Loki—which had increased when he found out the man who once controlled him was coming to the team—was almost as deep as Steve's. "He looks like a witch in that black suit."

Thor snickered, releasing Loki from the handcuffs that held him. "As you all know, my adopted brother's punishment from Father is to help Earth's Mightiest Heroes. Loki understands all the rules, and he will so follow them accordingly. Isn't that right, brother?"

Loki rolled his eyes, sighing before reluctantly nodding. "Yes, I will."

"Let me make this clear, Loki." Steve stepped up, Sharon right behind him, face composed. You had to fight the urge to roll your eyes at the couple. "If you break one rule, no matter how small, you will be sent back to Asgard and face Odin's alternate punishment. Just so you're clear, we won't hesitate to send you back."

The God of Mischief smirked, feeling smug knowing he could push the super soldier's buttons. "Of course, Captain. I wouldn't dream of breaking the rules enforced."

Everyone could sense the sarcasm and mockery in his voice, all of them tensing. Thor sighed, clapping his brother on the back, the force making Loki take a steps forward. "Come on, brother. I'll show you your quarters before you get punched by Lady Natasha."

Without waiting for Loki to answer, Thor practically pulled Loki's arm off, pulling him towards the building, crossing the ruined lawn that Tony would bitch about later. Everyone followed them, staying a few feet back, wary of the new team member. You noticed Steve stealing glances at you, quickly moving away from Sharon's side and made his way to you.

Without being too obvious, you squeezed your way between Bruce and Natasha, snaking your arms between there's, hoping it would give Steve the impression not to talk to you. Ever. Natasha threw you a sympathetic smile, squeezing your wrist while Bruce raised an eyebrow, clearly confused.

Thor continued talking about the new compound, leading his brother to the entrance while pointing out installments that would've seemed impressive to a simple "midgardian."

He might've unconsciously murdered people but he kinda thicc.

At that exact moment, Loki turned around, his piercing blue eyes meeting yours. His smirk grew, glancing between you and Steve before turning back. It had been so quick that you weren't sure it even happened. The group scattered as soon as they stepped a foot inside; Bruce heading to the lab, Steve following him while Sharon split and headed up to Medbay, Natasha hitting the gym with Clint, leaving you alone with Thor and Loki.

Unfortunately, Thor's room had been across yours, the empty room next to yours becoming Loki's so both a spy and a god could keep an eye on the trickster. Both Tony and Steve had fought on that, Steve concerned about your safety while Tony argued back, telling him you could keep yourself safe. If not, Thor was there. That had angered you; Steve didn't think you were capable of fighting off Loki if it came to it, and that made you roll your eyes at him, exiting the room.

"...and this will be your quarters. Decorate it any way you want, just no magic." Thor continued, reaching the area of your rooms. It was a big arc, the area looking like a semi-circle with three doors spaced evenly out. "My chambers is across Lady Y/N's, so we won't have any problems. She's a smart one, brother. Anything else to add, Sunshine?"

You ignored the nickname, eyes narrowing at the black-suited man. "There's a party tonight 'celebrating' the addition to the team. It starts at 8 so don't be late or else Tony will have your head. Also, if you wake me up before seven in the morning, watch your back 'cause I hold grudges."

Giving Thor a smile, you head to your room, closing the door with a sigh. On the other side, you heard Loki chuckle once. "I like her."

"She's serious. She almost ripped my heart out the one time I accidentally woke her from her slumber." Thor added, the clap on his brother's back loud. "Get ready for the party, Loki."

Loki had been forced in his room by his brother, the door closing after him. He listened carefully, hearing you plop on your bed. He bit back a smirk, a plan unfolding in his brain. With a swift gesture of a finger, the room had been decorated, the hideous white theme changing into an exact copy of Loki's bedroom in Asgard.

The day went by fast as you wasted it away planning the party with Tony, who had, in no way, helped. You had ran off to your room once the people Tony had hired came, setting up everything in the main room. As you walked to the three-bedroom wing, you saw Steve rocking back and forth in front of your door, his hands in his pocket while Thor gushed about his flying hammer.

Relief washed over his face as soon as he spotted you, and you almost turned around, wishing you had gone to Natasha's room to get ready.

Steve called out your name, abruptly ending his conversation with Thor. As you walked closer, you could see the concern etched on his face. "Hey, are you okay?"

Thor watched your reaction, your face fighting the urge to make a face at America's sweetheart. Maneuvering your body, you slid between the two men to get to your room. "I'm fun-fucking-tastic. Thor, remind Loki about the party. I didn't spend the whole day with Tony for Loki to miss his own party."

"I'll be there, darling." Loki chimed in, his head poking out of his bedroom. Everyone turned to look at him, seeing the not-so-subtle wink he gave you.

Ignoring Steve's clenched fists, you moved past them, entering your room. Before closing the door, you said, "Tony requests the presence of all three of you, by the way. There's no way you're getting out of this. See you at 8!"

With a sighed of relief, you closed the door in Steve's face, the loud slam cutting off whatever he was about to interject. He could talk to Sharon about whatever shit he was dealing with, the girl he chose. You were no longer someone he could vent to after the shit he pulled, leading you on before leaving for Sharon Carter. It was then that you came to the decision to not love so easily.

Getting ready for the party took longer than you thought it would, the hot shower burning your skin to the point your skin started to redden. Your mind wandered to Loki, curios about the wink. Maybe it was his way of messing with people, a loophole that had not been included in the agreement. Realizing how inappropriate it was to think about the God while showering, you quickly turned the water off and stepped out.

Knowing Natasha, she's be disappointed if you didn't dress up like your inner slut, the one that got fucked up in Tokyo, and the petty hoe who would do everything to make Steve Rogers regret his decision. Well, you weren't going to let your sestra down.

The sultry, tight red dress was almost too short to be considered decent. With it's low cropped top, your tits we're begging for attention, the bra non-existent. Your new motto: protect the city, free the titties. The matching red stilettos would've been a pain if you hadn't started wearing them so early in your life. You let your hair down, running hand through it before slapping some natural makeup on your face, trying not to look desperate for attention.

It was around 8:15 when you finally finished, already exhausted by the amount of work you had to put on for others, but mostly for yourself. Either Tony or Natasha would come barreling through your door if you were going to be any later. Rushing, you took a quick look in the mirror before opening your door, nearly bumping into the God of Mischief.

He was dressed in a black buttoned-downed dress shirt with matching dress pants. Like before, his hair was slicked back, the shoulder length, raven hair looking silky and sexy. You both eye each other, eyes appreciating the sight in front of them. It wasn't until you finally met his eyes that he cleared his throat, a smug smile covering half his face.

"Would you mind accompanying me to the party, Lady Y/N? My brother is an idiot and cannot give a proper tour with his minuscule organ that he calls a brain. As of that, I do not know where this celebration is held." Loki explained, holding out his arm, waiting for you to take it. He raised an eyebrow while you hesitated. "If not, I could just follow you and everyone would assume I'm planning to have your head."

"Jesus Christ, you and Thor are so fucking dramatic." you grumbled, taking Loki's arm, your arm snaking around his. "Must run in the family, huh?"

"I'm adopted."

"I don't care."

Loki darkly chuckled, feeling your warm body against his, letting himself grow closer, enough that he could feel more of you but not enough that you would've noticed. "I sincerely hope you don't take this the wrong way, but you look rather ravishing, darling."

"Have you ever thought of cutting your hair?" you replied, loving the way Loki's smug expression wavered—probably expecting a compliment—before composing himself. "You'd look less like Johnny Depp from Pirates of the Caribbean."

"I don't understand." Loki said, leading you towards the elevator. For someone who claimed they didn't know where they were headed, he had the sense of knowing where everything was.

You waved the pop culture reference away, pushing the elevator button. "You wouldn't. Is Thor already at the party?"

"I'm quite positive."

The rest of the walk to the main room was quiet, neither of you making small talk as you led him. More like, he led you. You were suspicious he had stayed back and faked not knowing the compound in order to mess with you. But you waved that thought away, focus on getting distracting yourself from Steve.

You could hear the party before seeing it, the big room had been half full, not too much, not too little, yet you had been surprised considering how extra Tony could be. Letting go of Loki's arm, you walked to the bar where Natasha was sipping a glass of whiskey, ignoring the rest of the party. She pulled out a bottle of gin as you arrived, raising an eyebrow at your accompanied date.

"Before you say anything, he didn't know where the party was so he asked me to guide him. Nicely if I might add." you said, pushing back the bottle, settling on a bottle of water instead.

Natasha smirked, watching Loki interact with his brother, a frown deepening on his face. "He knows where everything is, Thor gave him the whole tour while you were with Tony. Can't believe you took the bait."

"Ugh." you grumbled, wishing you could forget about tomorrow and drown your problems in alcohol but the last hangover nearly killed you.

"Stevie doesn't look to happy with you showing up with Loki." Natasha noticed, the smirk widening as she watched Steve's glare grew more lethal as Loki's grin got bigger. "This is so much better than America's Next Top Models fails. Do you wanna bet that one of them will punch the other before the party is over?"

"Daddy, chill." you mimicked, turning to see how enraged old Capsicle is. But with the blonde besides him, looking up him in both wonder and worry, he had no right to be angry at Loki for attending a party that had been thrown for him, despite the many people he murdered—while being controlled. "He can't seriously still be sour about Loki joining."

The redhead giggled, a little drunk from the amount of alcohol she already consumed. "I don't think that's what he's so broody about, not anymore at least. He was smiling until he saw you on Loki's arm."

"Ain't my fault he chose Peggy's niece over me, meaning he doesn't get to be jealous whether Loki is my date or a walker for these killer stilettos." you muttered, secretly loving and hating the jealousy that oozed out of Steve Rogers. Even his blonde date had noticed. "Look at these heels, aren't they gorgeous?"

"Almost as gorgeous as you." Natasha replied, winking just before she drowned the rest of her drink. She winced a little at the taste.

"How many of those have you had?" you wondered, eyeing the spy. After the worst hangover of both your lives, Natasha had made you swear to never let her get that drunk again. Although with the rate she was going, you feared you had been too late.

She shrugged, taking your bottle of water. "Four. Oh, look, here comes Steve."

Before you could ditch, Steve leaned against the counter, his blue buttoned down shirt matching his blue eyes. Natasha not-so-subtly walked to the other side of the bar, motioning for Bruce to keep her company, although knowing her, she'd listen to every word.

"Rogers," you greeted coldly, looking everywhere but him. He tensed at your cold greeting, the frown looking permanently pressed on his face. "Enjoying the party?"

"Yeah."

Lie.

"Good."

You sat there for a good two minutes before he cleared his throat, shifting his weight nervously from one foot onto the other. Steve coughed in his fist. "So...living near Loki isn't too much trouble, is it? He causing any trouble, yet?"

"Sweet as an angel." you replied sarcastically, wishing you were anywhere but here. Loki caught your eye, raising a hand to wave and the group that had been brave enough to be near him, gasped in shock, the noises audible across the room. Their reactions made you chuckle.

Steve cleared his throat, this time louder. "Would you like to dance?"

"Ask your girlfriend." you fired back, satisfied by the hurt on his face. After the stunt he pulled, leading you on only to stomp of your heart, you wanted to be selfish and make him suffer just a little bit. Thankful, Loki came to your rescue.

Ignoring Steve, he held out his arm once again, a smile playing on his lips as he took in the tense situation between you and Steve. But before he could utter a single word, Sharon decided it was the perfect time to come looking for Steve. She assessed the situation, awkwardly noting Loki's presence.

"Er, hello." Sharon said, standing in false bravery. She wouldn't admit it, but she was afraid of the God of Mischief.

Loki gave her a curt nod and held out a hand to you instead, easily fitting yours in his. He murmured your name, softly kissing your knuckles. "Would you like to dance? This is the first song that came on that has not made me want to tear my ears off."

"Why, yes, I would." you agreed with a grin, moving your body close to Loki as you reached the unofficial dance floor, everyone's eyes on the both of you, with shock and slight fear. You would've cackled at their reactions—and it looked like Loki wanted to, too—if you hadn't been raised with manners. "Thank you."

Loki raised an eyebrow, surprised by the words. "For what, if I may ask?"

"Saving me back there. I don't need that kind of drama in my life. Not anymore." you explained, drinking in the warmth of his arm wrapping around your waist as you both slowly swayed to the slow song.

The raven-haired God smiled—not the smug smirk he wore, but a genuine one that Thor hadn't seen his brother wear for a few years now. "My pleasure. A lady like you deserves someone who'll give her his undivided attention. Any suitor would be lucky to have a tenth of your attention."

A coping mechanism: you rolled your eyes but you couldn't help the small smile that forced itself on you lips. You bit it back, hoping no one had noticed.

Loki had. And he meant every word he said.

By the end of the night, you found yourself naked, against the wall and legs wrapped around Loki's waist. Lips crashed against one another, soft kisses trailing down necks, leaving little love marks that would surely be dark. But at the moment, you didn't care. Not when Loki whispered sweet nothings in your ear as he took you from behind, above, underneath, and even on the side. You had both been teasing each other at the party and now you had given in, no matter the consequences.

—

Annoyed Steve had missed the date he had asked you on, you walked up to his room, heels clicking. You had waited for him for over two hours, texted him and getting no replies, leaving the restaurant with the humiliation of being stood up.

But as you neared his door, you heard crying. But it wasn't Steve. Peeking inside, you saw Sharon. Pretty, talented Sharon. Her eyes were red, tears steaming down her cheeks while Steve hugged her shoulders, resting his chin on her head as he comforted her. Jealousy and hurt knocked the breath out of you.

You waited.

And waited.

And it happened. Leaning in slowly, he kissed her. Softly, like he had kissed you. And she kissed him back, finding comfort in the kiss.

Heart breaking in two, you left, leaving the door open. The couple broke their kiss long enough to see you walk away through the slit of the door. Steve hung just head, feeling terrible. But Sharon had helped him as he had. This time, they hadn't stopped at kissing, forgetting the girl who had her heart broken by the man who claimed he would never hurt her.

Steve knew it was over between you two, but he could focus his attention on caring as much as he wanted to when Sharon kept kissing him. He did try to apologize only to learn you had went to visit Thor in Asgard, leaving him to feel sorry for himself and his decisions. Yet, he still found temporary comfort in Sharon's arms.

—

You woke to the warmth of Loki's arms around you. Opening your eyes, you found yourself tangled limbs with the God of Lies, your hair a mess, a hand over his chest and a leg over his waist. Your cheek rested on the crook of his neck, fitting perfectly as if he was made for you.

"Good morning." Loki whispered, stroking your hair with one hand, the other softly massaging your thigh. "Sleep well?"

Nuzzling into his neck, you snorted at the irony. "Don't know, considering we didn't do much sleeping."

Loki chuckled, pressing a soft kiss on your head. "Touché. It would only be fair of me to apologize for the love marks I left on your soft skin last night. Forgive me but I could not help myself."

Gasping, you jumped up, looking at the vanity mirror across your bed to find your collarbone, neck, and the top of your breast covered in Loki's hickeys. He looked rather proud of himself than sorry. "Loki!"

"Please note my apologies are genuine when they are directed towards you. Although, I have to admit, I'm quite proud of myself. It's my best art." Loki announced, bringing himself up on his elbows, eyes ravaging your naked flesh, littered with his marks.

Noticing the difference between your bodies, you quickly turned around to see the reflections had been right; Loki's body remained unmarked. "I swear to god I left hickeys and bite marks all over you last night."

"You tried but got rather mad when my skin healed itself." Loki explained, pulling you back in his warm arms. The soft gesture surprised you, the whole situation coming into light. You had slept with Thor's murderous brother. Loki read your thoughts. "Don't be like that, love. What what I can remember, you enjoyed yourself last night quite immensely. If it will make you feel better, I can show all the love bites you made the night before."

Thankful you hadn't drank anything last night, you had been so happy to not wake up with a hangover and Loki. Turning to face him, you raise an eyebrow. "What?"

With a smirk, his chest gleamed green for a second before it uncovered layers and layers of hickeys, and reddening bite marks. It was identical to yours. You gasped in shocked while Loki stared at you in amusement, his arms tightening. "You did a little bit of damage. I'm proud."

"Holy shit—" you were cut off by Thor and Steve bursting into your room, the sudden motion making you cover up your naked chest with a shriek. The two men's jaws dropped as they took in the scene, Loki's bare chest covered with the evidence from last night, his arms wrapped around you while you stared at them with wide eyes. "Knock, goddamnit!"

Both of them stood in silence, their brains not processing what was in front of them. Steve's eyes had mirrored yours from when you caught him kissing Sharon, eyes watering, you could see his heart breaking just by making eye contact. But at that moment, you couldn't find yourself to care, not with Loki's arms around you.

"What—" Thor began.

Loki smirked, kissing your bare shoulder. "Hello, brother."

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[myfavotitestories]

  2p America x Fem Reader

This is purely self serving and a work of fiction.

When (Name) woke up all she knew was that she was in a bed and that she was moving. She knew this particular movement, seeing as it was always her favorite part of the summer. She was in the back of a semi.

Pov change

  I didn't even think about my actions. I just got up and gently cracked the curtain to look outside the sleeper.

  "Is there any one arround?" I asked aloud.

  "Nah, your good." I didn't even register that the voice I heard was male not female as I got into the passenger seat and buckle in.

  But as the belt clicked so did the mismatched voices and my head snapped up. I finally got a good look at the person driving the big rig I was currently sitting in, and shrieked when I recognized that this was not my grandmother but instead an unknown man. He jumped and swerved slightly. Luckily it wasn't enough to send us careening of the road, but it was enough to scare the crap out of me.

  "The hell are you doing screaming like that! You coulda killed us!" he snapped out,  I was shocked, but recovered quickly.

  "Maybe I was a bit surprised to wake up in some randos truck. Or how about the fact I have no clue where I am or who the hell you are? Did you think of that?" I almost shouted at him. He glanced at me before bringing his eyes back to the pavement before us.

  "My names Jason, doll. And we are currently in Indiana, heading to Washington. Now you tell me your name." He said, just cool as could be. I was kinda incredulous, but I still blurted out my name. I think it was out of shock.

  "(Name)," my name rolled off his tongue like honey; it sounds beautiful coming from him. That was probably because he had a deep, rich voice. It sounded the way dark chocolate tastes. As he kept repeating my name like some kinda of mantra, I take in his appearance.

  He was definitely tall, even sitting down I could tell he would be taller than me. He had this sun-kissed skin with rusty brown hair. It was short enough to stay out of the way but still framed his face well. Speaking of his face, he is gorgeous. Angled jaw, perfectly kissable lips, and an upturned nose, general looking like a Greek god. He had distinct red eyes which were surrounded by dark, thick lashes. Underneath them, high, sharp cheek bones. To add to the attractiveness, he is well built. He has enough muscle to define his frame but not so much that he was bulky. He was almost showing off how good he looked with the tight black t-shirt he wore with the ripped denim pants. And the mid morning sun coming in through the windows just added to the beauty of him. 

  And to make matters worse, I could swear that I recognized him from somewhere. His voice pulled me feel my pondering.

  "You see something you like doll face?" He had the dumbest and most attractive smirk on his stupid smug face. I just glared in response. "By the way doll we're going to be stopping soon. So I'm going to lay down the rules. Rule number one, you don't leave my side. Rule number two, you do not talk to anyone else. If you don't follow these rules or try to run away...I'll kill you." His eyes went dark as he informed me off his rules. I suddenly remembered that I knew almost nothing about this man and regained my initial fear and then some.

  I groped around along the outsides of where my pockets should be, but I can't find my wallet. Or phone, or my keys. "What the hell? Where's my shit? What did you do?" I spat, turning to face him. He momentarily held his hands up in a 'I didn't do it' sorta way.

  "I didn't take anything, sweet cheeks. You were like this when I got you. By the way,” Casually he changed topics, ”What do you remember before being in My truck?” 

  That stopped me right before I could yell at him some more. It took me a few moments to recall but I finally responded with a simple “I was at a bakery.” Then it hit me. “Did he drug my cupcake? But it was so tasty and he was so sweet and got po.... people to leave me alone.” I almost said pops. “ And the wrapper was so cute.” He nearly swerved again, and I grabbed the door for support. Color had drained from his face. 

  He snapped out a quick, “What color was the wrapper?” He sounded kinda concerned. No, that was major concern. 

  I was sooo confused why he was worried. “It had a green and pink wrapper.” He seemed to calm down after hearing that. “Why? What does the wrapper have to do with me getting kidnapped?”

  “When we go to Olivers in the future, make sure to not even touch the ones with blue wrappers. Unless you make a special request, probably stay away from anything with blue frosting. He tends to use blue to remind himself which ones are poisoned.” Oh. That’s why he was concerned. I just stayed in my seat stunned. Jason was more than happy to continue driving along. 

   The remaining time was silent before he pulled into a rest area that I didn't recognize. Then again, grandma and I didn't go to Indiana often. He found a spot, pulled in and turned off the truck. I unbuckled and stood while he got out his log and wrote down the time and that we were taking a 30 minute break.

  "Hey, wheres the trashcan? Should we throw out the trash while were here or can it wait?" I fully unzipped the curtain and pushed each side behind its respective seat. I figured I'll be here for a while, so I may as well help out. Besides, some habits are hard to beat.

  "Its in the cupboard behind your seat and it probably does need to go out. I'll grab the bag from up here." I handed him the slightly overflowing bag and put a replacement into the trash can. by the time I was finished and back in the front, he had already tied the little trash bag up and was standing on the asphalt below his door. Jason extend his hand from outside and said, "Hand it over to me and I'll help you out."

  "What a gentlemen," I snorted out, and handed him the bag. Then I snipped at him to move so I could get out. He did as I asked and I got out and started walking to the building with Jason trailing behind me. I threw away the bag in my hand and just before I walked into the building to go to the bathroom, Jason grabbed my arm and pulled me into him

  "Where do you think you're going, doll?" I just sort of stared at him. Instead of answering him, I pointed to where the bathroom sign is and raised my eyebrow. He looked to where I pointed and let me go when he realized that I needed to pee. 

  I went in and did my business, washed and dried my hands and walked out into the grass outside. I saw a sign for snack machines, and recognizing that I had not eaten in who knows how long, decided to check out what they had.  I was just about to pick out what I wanted when...

  "What cha' ya doing doll?" 

  "HOLY FAKIN JEBUS!" I flung myself around to see Jason right behind me. The bastard looked smug, like he was proud of the fact that he scared me half to death. Dick. "What the fuck. What do you want?"

  "You were looking at the snacks like they were some hot guy...like me." This guy is such a fucking dick. He continued. "So what do you want? I'll get it for you.” I glowered at him. He brushed past me, and stood in front of the snack machine and began to get himself a bag of fruit snacks. "What do you want?"

  "The Cheetos." I sniped out, just kinda pissed[If you don't like Cheetos, then replace them with something else].  All the sudden, Jason had me in his vice grip with my chin being held between his index finger and thumb. And god damn, I'd be lying if I said that was not incredibly turned on in that moment.  From this close, I could identify his eyes as being perfectly garnet, they even sparkled in the sunlight. I could tell that he was amused from looking in his eyes, but the rest of his face said 'I aint taking your crap'.

  "Excuse me lil miss." He dropped his voice low, and suddenly had the most glorious southern twang I'd ever heard. I also became acutely aware that we were the only ones around in the secluded area that the snack machines were placed in. "I didn't hear you use your manners. What do we say when we want something?" I almost melted. Almost. But it was gonna take a lot more that a dom persona to get into my (pants)head.

  "Please?" I said trying not to make it sound like I desperately wanted him in that exact moment.

  "Please, what. I do believe that you are missing something there darlin'." I tried to look way but his grip on my chin was enough to keep me in place. And I knew exactly what he wanted. Dick.

  "Please sir. May I have the Cheetos, please?" I said in the sweetest most cutesy voice I could muster. He got the most splendidly, deliciously confused look on his face before the smugness took back over again. He moved his hand from my chin to my cheek and held me for a moment longer before he did anything. 

  "Good girl. I think I've got a new rule." His voice returned to normal. Thank god. I wouldn't have been able to keep myself composed much longer if he had kept the accent. He did, however, keep his arm wrapped around my waist while he went to get what I wanted to have as a snack. And then moved on to the drink machine.

~Major time skip~

  It was about a month and a half since Jason had kidnapped me. And honestly, I'm having the time of my life. He and I got along like fish and water. We had a shared love of horror and cooking. Although we didn't exactly see eye to eye on what to cook. Jason is vegan and I'm not. It's not that I have an issue with being vegan, I just don't want to be vegan. Jason has yet to appreciate that. However he does appreciate my singing skills. When he's driving he'll play a lot of music. And we share most of the same tastes!

  Sure, he did make me sit in the back with the curtains closed when he would pick up or drop off loads, and wouldn't let me go inside when he gassed up unless he went with me. But that made sense, he didn't want anyone knowing he kidnapped me. And honestly, neither did I. And maybe it was a bit awkward at night when he had me sleep in the same bed as him, but the upper bunk was full of crap.

  But today was special. Today, Jason and I are getting to shower. We would stop once a week. I was so excited! Jason promised to let me shower in a separate room this time. He was trusting me. And strangely enough, I was trusting him too.

  When we got to the stop at around 6 pm, we went through our usual routine. But this time he parked and got both our bags(he had his brother meet us on day 2 while we were in Montana with a bunch of clothes for both of us, and handed off his dirty ones) and we went inside.

  I was so giddy I hardly noticed when he grabbed me an extra bottle of shampoo and conditioner, and didn't even respond to his snarky comment about being high maintenance.

  While we were waiting, I noticed this guy staring at me. I was going to say something to Jason, but then our shower numbers were called.

~Time Skip~

  I happened to finished before Jason, so I went to the waiting room. Sense I didn't have a phone, I opted to watch RoboCop. While watching the TV (most truck stops with showers have them in the waiting areas), I noticed that same guy watching me again. This time he had his phone out and was not very stealthily taking pictures of me, but I chose to ignore him and cove that side of my face with my hand. After a few minutes, he seemingly left, but the feeling of being watched stayed. There were footsteps that sopped just behind me.

  "Hey, you're (Almost your name) right." Suddenly that random guy says from behind me. I ignore him and hope that he'll go away. He instead grabs my arm saying "I know it's you (Almost your name), come on. Your parents are worried."

  I yanked my arm back while yelling, "I don't know you. GET AWAY FROM ME YOU CREEP!" I stood up and took about three steps in the directions of the showers before creepy came at me again. The next thing said took me by surprise.

  "Hey doll," Jason said from behind me as he slung his arm around my shoulders. He then turned his attention to creepo. "Did you need something or were you hoping to get my girl to leave with you?" His voice wasn't the kind-ish one he usually used, instead being a menacing growl while glaring at the other male. Creepy McCreeperson jumped like he was startled, not expecting Jason to pop up like that.

  "You! You're the one that kidnapped her! I've already called the cops and they're on their way." Rando sounded smug at that last statement. He seemed to have forgotten that he had tried to grab me too. Before I could point this out Jason swung at him.

Time skip part 2

  "So you're saying that you went willingly with Mr. Jones? And that Mr. Gardener actually was the aggressor in the situation?" The officer, Tim Ortiz, was questioning me. Jason and creeper, newly dubbed Fredric Gardener, were arrested because they got into a fight. The police also claimed that he'd kidnapped me, but I flipped the script.

  "Yes. Mr. Jones saved me from extreme physical and mental abuse. While this Mr. Gardener attempted to grab me and verbally accosted me when I wouldn't go with him." Just to prove my point, I rolled up my sleeve. On my forearm was a large bruise, which was red but would become a dark blueish purple by tomorrow. ”This is what Mr. Gardener left on me, but this,” I rolled my sleeve higher and showed the scarring on my bicep, where there was still a slightly greenish blue tint around them, "is from my parents. Most are from my father. This is the most recent. I can show you some older ones and any scaring that they caused. If you can get my cell phone, I can give you the evidence for verbal assault. My parents may have been smart enough to never break bone, but they never did take away my phone or some kind of recording device. I've got plenty of photographic evidence saved. Mr. Jones was simply helping me escape a bad situation" Judging by the look on Officer Ortiz's face throughout my rant, my parents hadn't been all too honest.

  He abruptly stood and left the room. Soon he came back and took me to a different area and had me show a different officer, a woman, all the injuries or scars and recollect on how and when they happened. She took pictures and took notes for each.

  After that, she left. Luckily she gave me a pad of paper and a pen to write/draw in. After about 30 minutes, Officer Ortiz came in with Jason. I don't think either of them were prepared for me to jump out of my seat and basically tackle Jason with a hug. Luckily he remained standing and walked over to the chair that I was just occupying and sat down. The officer left us to 'get some water'.

  "Did ya miss me that much?" I glared at Jason as he chuckled out the words. I made to stand but he held on and nuzzled into my hair. "That shampoo was a terrible choice. I'll have to see if James or Oliver can grab something better." Before I could ask who James is, Jason threads his fingers through my hair and begins to play with it.

  I didn't realize that I had fallen asleep until I woke up later, still in Jason's arms. He was talking to the female officer that had taken pictures of my injuries earlier. She was asking how we knew each other.

  "She and I were chatting online and she told me about how she just wanted to run away, but she wouldn't know where to go. So I offered to grab her when I was next in town. She agreed so we set up a time and place in one of those incognito chats that gets deleted after 24 hours. She wanted to get out, but couldn’t have her folks didn't find out. She seemed so afraid of them, but I didn't know why. She mentioned that she got smacked once, but it never came back up, so I thought it was a one time thing." He was still running his fingers though my hair, but his hands were shaking. With the way he spoke, I guessed that it was from anger. Before I could think too hard on it I was lulled to sleep again.

  When I next woke it was to Officer Ortiz shaking me awake. Jason and the other officer must have left while I was asleep.

  "Mr. Jones was taken back to the Pilot where his vehicle is. I'll be taking you back after we finish questioning. I figured you'd rather sleep in your bed than here, so lets get this over with. Shall we?" He said as he opened the door.

Time skip times 3

  "Thank you for being so cooperative, Ms. (Last name)." Officer Ortiz was driving me back to Jason's' truck around 11 pm. Before I knocked on Jason's' door, Ortiz said, "Thank you for bringing all this to light. I hope that we are able to bring you justice." I just nodded and waved at him as he drove away.

  "You gonna stand out there all night or are ya gonna get in here?" Jason said as he opened the door, nearly hitting me. I halfheartedly glared at him as I climbed in. I barely shut the door before I was picked up and moved into the back to the bed. I didn't realize how much I missed this until I almost lost it. "Missed ya doll," he murmured into the top of my head and kissed my hair line. Seems Jason did too.

  "Jason?" He hummed in response. "How long were you stalking me before you kidnapped me?" He froze when I asked. Then he chucked, almost nervously.

  "Did you wake up as I was talking to the cops?" He knew? "I felt you move, so I guessed. If it makes you feel better, it was about 3 months." I sat there and soaked up the info for a few minutes.

  "Oh. OK. Jason?" he hummed again, this time half awake. "Thank you." I didn't wait for him to respond, I just cuddled into his neck and fell into a deep restful sleep. Last thing I felt, he pulled me in tighter an kissed the top of my head muttering a quiet 'good night'.

So this is purely for me, myself and I. I wanted it so I made it. If you don't like it don't read it.

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Running out of love for their S/O. 

//Angst//

Choi Yeonjun.

Yeonjun was a patient person. At least, he tried to be. He still found himself getting irritated over the smallest things. More like, small actions. You noticed the way he clicked his tongue as you opened the door to his room. "Hey," you said softly. He was working and did not want to be disturbed. That was what he had told you. "What?," he asked. "I just wanted to know when you will be done with your work," you replied to the visibly irritated guy. "It's obvious I will come out for lunch after my work is over. Don't disturb." 

"Jeez. You don't have to be so rude about it," you stated. "Only your job is taken seriously or something?" You opened the door completely before leaning on the frame. "What's this about? I didn't even claim that." He just sighed. "Whatever." "Not whatever. You are literally looking for reasons to be mad. It's like you don't love me anymore." "I-" It was true. So, true. He didn't really want to conclude that though. He was denying it as if. He had indeed not really felt the same way about, like he had used to. Every conversation ended with him criticizing your words. There was something so frustrating about having to continue being a couple. It was draining his energy. His mouth was open slightly, as he was lost in thoughts. Through his eyes, you knew the exact moment the realization hit him. "Yeonjun, you don't love me anymore," you stated what was supposed to be asked. You had suspected it for a while now. There was no excitement to just hang out at home, with you. He needed a bait almost to get him to make time for you. A few weeks ago it was a movie none of his friends were interested in watching . You wished the physical baits worked. They didn't. It's like he had lost interest. The eyes that looked at you with so much interest and want, just stared at you blankly. 

The possibility that he was avoiding paying a thought to, was clear. Yeonjun didn't love you anymore. He felt bad, so bad. Yet, calm about knowing it. "I am sorry." The apology seemed pathetic to you. So pathetic that all you could do was scoff as tears brimmed your eyes. You did still love him. You did see a future with him. You still wanted to do a lot of things with him. You loved him. He didn't. "I'll leave then," you said, turning away, wiping the tears off your face. You didn't want to cry. Mainly because you could tell, he wasn't going to try to stop you. He wasn't going to try and be comforting. The way he sat in his chair, as if he wasn't even mentally present. 

All Yeonjun knew was that a band aid had been ripped. 

Choi Soobin.

Sunday mornings used to be fun. Soobin enjoyed spending time, at home, with you. He used to love talking to you about your interests. Bonding with you over the cartoons you watched as a kid, movies you liked and all was fun. No more. You were talking about a day from highschool that you remembered very well. As Soobin ate his breakfast, eyes on the phone, he could only hope for you to stop. He looked up to smile each time you would laugh in the middle of the story. You were no fool. You could tell he wasn't interested in the story. He hadn't been interested in anything you told him for a while. He made it clear to you. 

You just shut your mouth and waited for him to notice. Perhaps, he'd tell you to go on. You would tell him that you didn't want to speak if he wasn't paying attention. He would promise to try to not make you feel like that. Then, things would go back to normal. That's what you thought. 

"Done," he sang as he stood up with his empty plate and headed to the kitchen. Then, to the bedroom. You were disappointed. You had been many times for the last few months. He was losing interest you could tell. 

He knew he was. As time went by, he was trying to give you subtle hints. That way the heartbreak would be less hurtful, he thought. That was his way of being nice. The two of you had spent a lot of time making promises. He didn't like the way he had run of love. He didn't want to. It just happened unexpectedly. You were ignoring him the entire day, he knew. For some reason, he didn't feel like trying to convince you to stop. That's when he realized, breaking up now would save you the pain. 

"I need to tell you something," he said as he sat next to you on the couch the other day. You pretended to not hear him. "It's serious, y/n. I think we should break up," he said to you. Your eyes opened wide as you turned to him. His soft eyes didn't get as softer because he didn't laugh. He just looked at you seriously. "You're joking, right?" He shook his head. You couldn't stay shocked as you had seen it coming. His hints had done their work. There wasn't any explanation for Soobin. That's all there was to the situation, losing interest and the feelings leaving. Accepting it was all he could do. It was difficult to tell you that but he had to. Perhaps, that's what made dealing with the situation so easy for him. 

Choi Beomgyu. 

Beomgyu never thought this day would come. More like the feelings would leave. Falling for you was a rather exciting and beautiful experience. The dates were all so fun to him too. He loved spending time with you. He used to think you guys would work out. The relationship would do good, you two would even get married, he used to think. Yet, the feelings had faded. He felt bad. The feelings were a source of excitement. Something, to add moments of interest into his life. As much as he didn't want them too, the feelings had gone. 

"I still don't want to believe it," he said to Yeonjun who sat beside him. He was with his bandmate, in the dorms, like he had been ever since realization had struck. He didn't have the courage to face you. 

"Feelings are difficult to understand," said Yeonjun. On this gloomy day, the two guys sat on the floor, watching the rain. The sky was so grey and sad. "Beomgyu, you need to tell her sooner or later. It's better than faking feelings," explained his reliable older friend. Beomgyu gulped. How would he tell you that with the same mouth he used to tell you he loved you with? It was difficult to even imagine your face when you would come to know that. 

He decided to not face you. Instead he decided to type down the perfect words on his notepad. He sat with his phone, on his bed, putting down the words to express his feelings. It was sent to you at night. That night, as he went to sleep he felt bad. He was a coward he had accepted. He was unaware of how you had felt as you read them. The next morning you called him as soon as you saw the message. 

"Is it a prank?," you asked over the phone. You really thought it was. He couldn't be breaking up with you over the phone. It was cruel, you thought. 

"Sorry." That's all he could say. It was sad. You didn't even have much to get mad at. It was the feeling of the cold, cruel parting that caused tears to fill your eyes. You couldn't cry over the phone. You had to be just as cold as he had seemed.  "Beomgyu, fuck off."

Kang Taehyun. 

No one had taught Taehyun what to do when feelings disappear. He was in touch with them and he knew he had run out of love. He wasn't cruel though. Telling you about it would make you sad. Maybe, you would cry too. He was worried about it. So, he decided to turn to the internet. He was reading articles about the best way to break up with someone. That's when you called. 

"Hey," you said to him over the phone. "Hi. How are you?" "Great. What have you been upto?," you asked, noticing the tone. It was the tone Taehyun spoke in whenever he was trying to seem excited. You could tell he wasn't as excited to talk to you. Maybe, he was hiding something. You hoped he was just tired after a long day. That's what you hoped. You could tell that he was being rather distant. 

Taehyun wasn't the kind to become distant. Even on days when he was busy he used to make time. He used to be able to make you feel loved. There were texts you weren't receiving often. There were things he didn't tell you that often. Like, compliments. He used to think it was his duty to make sure you were confident about yourself. He used to do the smallest yet meaningful things to express love. He no more did any of that. He couldn't get himself to. It was cruel. He felt like meaningless acts to fake love were the worst things he could do. He made it obvious. It was so obvious that he was willingly doing it. He had probably stopped loving you, you feared. 

He sighed after a long silence. He couldn't tell you what he was doing. He was looking for the best way to break up with you after all. He didn't want to do it. Hurting people was never fun. He wondered if he was a fool for even thinking that the relationship would last for so long. He wasn't being realistic. Now, he had to tell you that all the feelings he once held for you were gone. He had to do it. He had to tell you the truth. It was equally cruel to let you believe he still loved you after all. "I need to tell you something. Is now a good time?" 

Huening Kai. 

"You aren't going to hang out with y/n?," asked Beomgyu to Huening Kai. The younger who was laying on the couch, phone in his hand looked at the other guy. "Not today." He went back to watching the YouTube video he was watching. 

"You should have told me. I wanted company to go to the movies." 

"You should have asked me," said Kai. He now paused the video. The disturbance wasn't exactly helping with keeping up with the content. "You always spend holidays with her. I thought you would do today too. We have a holiday after so long," said the older guy as he sat on the other end of the couch. He had an open packet of chips in his hand. The chips were being offered to Kai. Kai sat up. "Well, I didn't want to." He ate a chip.

The older only nodded as the younger got lost in thoughts. He had not been feeling like he did at the start of the relationship. He wondered if he was bored. It sounded mean though. He couldn't have gotten bored. He didn't know. So, he decided to think over it. Later that night, he thought that some time away was all he wanted. Next morning, he went through your texts. The ones he had ignored because he couldn't get himself to answer them while thinking of possibly not even liking you. He sent a text telling you that he fell asleep early. He was lying. There was still some amount of guilt he felt about lying, at the end of the day. Still, he found himself doing the same that night too. 

As the week came to an end, his questioning had done too. He didn't have enough feelings to even care about the fact that you might have figured out he was lying everyday. He couldn't be sleeping that much. He never did. Since, he couldn't even care to stop lying, he decided it was best to tell you the truth. 

In front of your door, stood your boyfriend, that morning. You were excited to meet your boyfriend. You were seeing him for the first time in a while. Handing you a box of chocolate, he gave you a small smile. "Hi. I came over because I have something to tell you." 

That was the last time you saw him arrive before your door, with a gift in his hands. Things between the two of you were over. Well, you had to chuck away your feelings for the one you loved had run out of love. 

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Short Circuit

Chapter 1: First Impressions

During the events of T2 John's half-sister, Aria catches the attention of the T-1000. Having failed a second time Skynet starts targeting the people who will one day fight beside John.

T-1000/Austin x OC

This first chapter will follow the movie but it will start diverging soon. I'm still new to fanfic writing so feel free to leave a comment.

It was gone.

Not in my closet or my drawers or under the bed.

It was gone.

The little money maker that I made and the little brat took it. I grab my cardigan and make my way out into the hallway. He's probably made it to the mall already (and he didn't even think to invite me), spending money that's not his. I mean it's not mine either but that's not the part I'm upset about. Knowing the way he drives on his bike I'll be lucky if the atm card is still working when I get it back. As I looked for my keys, they were RIGHT HERE I SWEAR, the doorbell rings. Seeing as it's not my house I don't go to answer. I hear the door open accompanied by a tired sigh.

Todd must've gotten it.

"Are you the legal guardian of John Connor?'

That's never a good question. I take a peek around the corner to glance at the man at the door. The first thing I notice is that he's wearing a police uniform. Yup, not good.

"That's right, officer. What's he done now?" A very valid question that the officer ignores as he seems to scan the house, pausing briefly as he spots me before turning his attention back to Todd.

"Could I speak with him please?"

"Could if he were here. Took off on his bike this morning so he could be anywhere." Todd answers with a shrug, clearly not giving two shits as Janelle joins him at the door.

"Do you have a photograph of John?"

"Yeah sure, hold on." She turns to grab her wallet and sees me hiding behind the corner. She looks at me expectedly probably thinking I know what's going on. I just shake my head. Like I would tell her even if I did know.

"You gonna tell me what this is about?" Todd tries asking again as Janelle rejoins them, handing off the picture.

"Just need to ask him a few questions. He's a good-looking boy. Do you mind if I keep this picture?" He asks as he studies the image.

"No, go on. There was a guy here this morning looking for him too." Janelle offers. This gets the officer's attention as I see him still and look back up. This surprises me too as I wasn't here in the morning and my foster parents apparently didn't think to tell me about some stranger looking for my little brother.

"Yeah, a big guy on a bike. That got something to do with this?" Todd adds. Dear God John, who are you getting involved with? The officer pauses for a moment before responding.

"No. I wouldn't worry about him. Thanks for your cooperation." He takes one last glance up in my direction. Our eyes meet. Only for a second before he's gone. But it's long enough to send a chill down my spine. Police officer or not that man is dangerous and he's heading straight for John. When John fails to answer his phone, that I got him by the way, I hurry to find my keys and make my way outside. The cop had left. He'll have to ask around to find John which should buy me some time.

It's a bit of a distance to get to the mall and the traffic of a Saturday afternoon doesn't help but I make it. I head towards the arcade on the second floor but have to backtrack around a corner when I spot the officer from earlier talking to some kids.

Christ, he works fast. This man really takes his job seriously.

The kids seem not to know anything as the man continues on and out of sight… in the direction of the arcade. DAMN IT. I hurry after hoping he'd walk past it which he does. I slow down to look through the windows hoping to catch a glimpse of John.

"Excuse me, have you seen…"

Stopped by the entrance I turn to look at the speaker realizing too late my mistake as I'm face to face with the very man I was avoiding. Because of the close proximity, I notice he's tall, and with a square jaw, bright blue eyes, and soft-looking light brown hair, he's handsome too. This is bad for me, because tall and handsome have gotten me in trouble before and I will not let it do so again. But he's staring, obviously recognizing me from not even an hour ago, so I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

"Lo siento señor no hablo ingles."

His brow furrowed in confusion which I take as my cue to leave. So with an "Adios!" I duck into the arcade, send a quick thank you to my high school Spanish classes, and hide behind the first big machine I find. From there I see him enter the arcade looking left and right, scanning as he did earlier, before turning to a pair of girls by a pinball machine. I turn away to go find John eventually finding him playing Afterburner.

"JOHN!"

"AAHH!"

"A cop is looking for you, what did you do?" He spares me a glance before returning to his game.

"... Is this because I took the card machine? Listen Aria, I'm sorry but mine broke."

"I am pissed about that but no."

"Is it cause I didn't invite you? In my defense, you weren't home."

"John..." I begin when Tim, John's buddy, slides up to us.

"John, hey there's this cop scoping for you, check it out." That got his attention, and let me be upset for a second as he takes a look around Tim and the machine to see the officer questioning another kid who points in our direction. John grabs his backpack, I grab John and we both head towards the employee door briefly looking back to see the officer pushing kids aside to catch up. I open the door and push John ahead of me, both of us running.

"So you'll listen to Tim but not to me?"

"Tim never messed with me about surprise police inspections." Ever since we were young mom drilled into us that the police were bad news and, like the caring and protective big sister that I am, I decided to add to this training. Suffice to say John tends to double guess me now and then.

"That's fair." Turning the corner we surprise a worker who yells at us and who we ignore as we push through the exit doors. That's when we turn to see a large man in a leather jacket and sunglasses and I freeze up as he opens the box to pull out a shotgun the roses he was carrying crushed beneath him as he advances. John pulls me back the way we came, the man following as we try the other doors.

Locked.

Trapped.

I chance a glance back to see he’s caught up with us. Another look forward reveals the officer appearing through the doorway, with a glare almost as menacing as the gun. I hear a click and a look back shows the shotgun has been leveled at us.

“Get down.”

What?

"ARIA!"

Lucky for me John has the good sense to listen to the man as he ducks down pulling me with him. I cover him as gunshots ring above us. I look up to see the officer blasted back a few inches, silver wounds appearing where red ones should be. The man in leather grabs us, spinning to cover us as the cop starts emptying his clip at us. I hear the poor employee from earlier scream in pain as he gets caught in the crossfire.

John and I scream, fear gripping us.

The bullet fire pauses for a moment giving our (definitely not) human shield the opportunity to bust open the door to our left and push us in. He turns away just in time for the officer to finish reloading but is undeterred by the bullets finding a home in his torso as he continues his march forward. He levels his own gun, shotgun shells flying as he blasts one after another pushing the smaller man back until he falls and our savior is allowed to reload. As he does so the silver gaps fill in and the man rises from where he lay grabbing the gun and catching the bigger man off guard as he tries and fails to gain back control. So instead he moves to grab the cop but is instead thrown into one wall then another. Cement and plaster alike collapsing in their struggle until they both disappear through a wall.

Despite the obvious difference in size, the larger man is the one being thrown around like a ragdoll which spells bad news for us. So I grab John again, pulling him behind me as I head towards the door that leads to a staircase. We head down until we reach ground level, the parking lot, we run over to John’s bike, an old thing that was mine before I handed it down when I got a new one. Trying to start it up now I remember why I upgraded.

“John, your bike is a hunk of junk!”

“It was your bike first! Just start it already!” The engine finally starts running just as the doors burst open. The cop racing after us on foot as we speed off.