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alaskasmonsters · 4 years ago

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Patch-Up | Levi Ackerman

levi got injured and you clean his wounds and patch him up, feeling guilty about being the reason he got hurt.

pairing: Levi Ackerman x gn!reader

w.c: 2.665

warning: very minor description of injuries, mentions of blood, Levi is kinda very soft in this one

a.n: i wasn’t actually planning to finish this so quickly, haha, levi i love you. also, i feel like he might kinda be ooc??? i just idk, maybe? i hope it isn’t too bad, though.

A frustrated sigh left your lips as you inspected Levi’s face closer, trying to hide your concern about the head wound and the now dried-up blood that marked a trail from the man’s hair line down to his chin.

He’s been hurt during your fight against Kenny and his guys, hitting his head horribly at one point during, leaving a nasty cut behind.

You already felt bad about that, since it was kinda your fault he hit his head in the first place, as he had to protect you in a moment you weren’t entirely focused and would have certainly died if Levi hadn’t swooped in and saved your ass.

It didn’t help that Levi’s eyes, who were usually set in a cold and unbothered glance had grown softer, which smoothened out the frown he almost always wore on his face.

It was terrifying.

You hoped the man didn’t have a concussion because of your stupidity.

“I’ll clean the wound,” you mumbled weakly, repeating words you’ve already said once to remind yourself to keep moving towards him.

You were hyper aware of the captain’s eyes on you and the way the matratze softly bounced as you sunk down on the bed beside him. You reached for the bucket with fresh water and the cloth hanging off it and noticed in horror that your hands were shaking.

Calm down. It‘s only a little blood.

Dipping the fabric into the water and wringing it out you tried to focus your attention on calming your breath, scared Levi would notice you panicking and get annoyed by your sensitive nature as he once called it.

As you were sure your heart rate had slowed you turned again, sending the brunet a small smile, hoping it looked reassuring, as you moved the cloth to start cleaning around the area of the eyes first, so he could see again.

Your hands were still shaking, you noticed bitterly, but you tried your best to make it seem like it was fine.

A hand then took hold of your wrist in a surprisingly soft manner, holding your arm in place.

You froze in surprise, eyes glancing up to find Levi staring at you. His gaze studying you calmly.

“I‘m okay,” he said.

You averted your eyes, biting your lips.

So he had noticed.

Of course.

He was way too observant to miss your fidgety movements and shaky breath. You should probably be more surprised about the soft tone of his voice and the absent annoyance in his features.

„I know,“ you assured, trying and probably failing at putting a tone of certainty in your voice.

Levi studied your face once more, before he gave a slow nod of approval, letting go off your wrist again.

You hoped he didn’t see you visibly relax after he did.

Quickly, you went to work and started cleaning off the dried blood from beneath his left eye first. That proved itself more difficult than you had expected as the constant weight of his eyes on you made you feel nervous and short-breathed.

Silence fell between the both of you, the only sound being your breathing and the occasional water splashing, when cleaning off the rug.

“Close your eye,” you ordered as you had removed all the blood from his cheek.

Levi did what you told him without complaining, closing his eye while he continued watching you out of the other in the meantime.

You clenched your jaw, slowly growing frustrated by the eerie silence between you two and Levi’s uncharacteristic calmness.

Not that he usually screamed at you, but the aura of annoyance that enveloped humanity’s strongest most days, especially when interacting with you it seemed, had disappeared.

It kinda scared you.

His persistent glance on you, now out of two eyes again as you moved to clean off the cloth, would have felt more comfortable if he’d just rolled his eyes once in a while.

It almost seemed like he was expecting you to do something, or hoping maybe. Although you had no idea of what that could be.

Slowly the silence was growing heavy for you, the urge to fill it with words becoming unbearable. So when you turned back to move on to his forehead, softly brushing dark strands of hair out of his face you said the first thing that came to mind.

“I‘m sorry.“

The familiar frown appeared on his face again and your heart jumped in your chest.

“What are you talking about?“

You shrugged, trying to focus your attention on your task at hand instead of letting your eyes shift back to his.

“I was being stupid and didn‘t pay attention and you had to save my ass...now you‘re hurt,” you whispered, words dripping with guilt.

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes and you cursed yourself at being so hypersensitive. Levi hated when you cried about stupid shit, he hated it when you were being dramatic.

You bit your lips, forcing the tears back down.

„Tch. It wasn‘t your fault your ODM gear malfunctioned, brat.”

Levi did finally sound annoyed (his voice still had that soft nuance to it, though, so it didn’t completely count).

“If I wasn't distracted that moment, I wouldn't have been almost sliced up by one of Kenny’s guys despite my malfunctioning ODM gear and you wouldn’t have had to swoop in and save my ass and then you never would have gotten hurt...” i explained, hands moving faster to rub the blood off of his skin as my voice rose in frustration.

If you had only been able to save face, keep calm and not fall into utter panic the moment something didn’t work out as you had expected it, too. Then this would have never happened.

Levi was right. You were irresponsible and childish and hot headed and...

A cold hand snuck around your wrist once again, squeezing your skin once, twice. Your hand stilled. Turning your face away, you bit your lip in frustration.

You had been told often, by almost everyone you’ve ever gotten to know throughout the years with the Survey Corps, that you wore your heart on your sleeve. Some found it endeatring, calling you soft hearted and gentle, while others were (rightfully) scolding you for it, saying you’d never make it far in this kind of profession when you weren’t even able to hide your frustration with the smallest things.

Armin, one of your new recruits, had once told you you had an honest face. Said it was the reason many people trusted you, since they knew you couldn’t hide your lies or insincerities as easily as others.

Levi had told you many times that it was your biggest disadvantage and he was right. You’d never be able to rise in the ranks, never would be declared the leader of a squad or trusted in a position with responsibility. After all, nobody wanted to take orders from someone who couldn't hide their fear, anger, frustration or sadness.

You almost expected Levi to scold you for it once again, grip your wrist and tell you, no, order you to get a grip, not to let anybody see your weakness...

He didn’t.

“I told you, it wasn‘t your fault,” he told you sternly as his thumb softly stroked the inside of your wrist.

Your brain so gracefully short-circuited at the action and unwillingly, as if you were pulled towards a magnet, your eyes were drawn back towards Levi.

His facial expression was just as monotone as usual, but his eyes, they were different still. An emotion you couldn’t quite grasp hidden just beneath the surface. You didn’t know what exactly it was, but it made your heart flutter.

“I‘m still sorry though,” you protested weakly, smiling a little, hoping it would ease the thick tension.

Levi continued to study your face in silence for a few seconds before he finally let go, with a roll of his eyes and a scoff.

You could hardly hide the feeling of triumph that gave you.

“Brat.”

You grinned at him, turning your attention back to his wounds.

You hadn’t even noticed how long you’d already held his hair back, cradling his head in your hand.

The realization made your cheeks glow and you quickly sneaked a look at the man but noticed thankfully Levi had either not noticed or decided not to comment.

You went back to your job, chest a little lighter.

When you were finished cleaning off all the dried off blood you took a closer look at his injury. Despite the vehement blood loss the cut in his skin was relatively small. It didn’t even need stitches, although it might leave behind a bump, considering the velocity he had hit the roof with on his way down.

You sat back on your hackles and raised your finger. You gave Levi a stern (or hopefully stern) glance as you told him to follow your movements.

“Don‘t be an idiot, i don‘t have a concussion.”

You gave him a pout, unmoving as you eyed him stubbornly.

Judging by how easily he gave in, indicated by a sigh and another roll of his eyes, your worry might be justified.

You started moving your hand slowly and Levi followed the movement for a while, sending you a glare when you started drawing circles and spirals into the air.

You just gave him a grin.

“Okay, any dizziness? Headaches?” you asked.

“Why need a headache when you‘re around?” Levi answered sarcastically.

Seems like he was alright enough to be a little shit, then.

“Don‘t insult the person who‘s been cleaning blood off of you for 10 minutes!“

Now the only thing left to do was patching up his head, Thinking about it, a bandaged head would probably only add even more to his already above average appearance.

You started applying the cloth, carefully wrapping the material around his head. Levi endured your slow process like a champ.

You peeked at him from time to time, making sure the man had no complaints. He was very precise and hated sloppy work and you didn’t want him to think of you as unfit to fix him up. After all you had been the one offering, no, persisting to take a look and you didn’t want him to regret giving in to you.

“Stop looking at me like that, brat.”

You frowned, glancing down at him again.

“What? I don‘t know what you mean. I‘m not looking at you in any specific way.”

The corners of his lips moved up slightly, close enough to resemble a smile and your breath stuttered at the unfamiliar action. Your eyes were pulled towards them, the soft curve of his mouth was strangely captivating to you.

“It‘s the way you‘re always looking at me,” he explained with a teasing tone and his smirk widened a little, making him look less and less like the Levi you’ve talked to every day.

Your face flooded with heat and you quickly snapped up your eyes, to no longer stare at the man’s lips (yes, you had been staring, how embarrassing) but instead into his eyes.

Big mistake.

The amused glint you found there made your face flush an even darker shade of red.

You could curse yourself and that you were once again acting like a smitten teenager instead of a soldier in front of your captain.

Trying to gloss over your embarrassment you shook your head, scoffing softly. Then you focused your attention on finishing your work with the bandage.

“I don‘t look at you any differently than I look at other people,” you declared in frustration.

He laughed. Levi Ackerman, emotionally stunted Levi Ackerman laughed. It was quiet and breathy, more likely a chuckle, almost inaudible, too.

But it shook you to your core.

“You have no issue declaring your love to me multiple times a day, but now you‘re getting shy?“ he asked in amusement, cocking his head to the side.

You huffed.

He wasn’t wrong, you were awfully direct with your affections towards the captain. Just like you couldn’t hide your emotions when it came to your face, you were horrible at concealing them in general.

How could you not comment on his strength and attractiveness when it was a blatant fact. Although you often did it in a joking manner, teasing Levi for having the prettiest face in the Survey Corps and acknowledging his skills with the ODM gear.

It wasn’t fair he was using this against you now.

“Shut up!” you grumbled, pulling at the cloth to straighten it out again.

Levi did shut up, although the smile didn’t fall from his face and his eyes watched you work with interest.

You finished quickly, partly because his gaze on you was nothing short of unsettling, partly because you hoped you’d get away before he started full on teasing you.

You couldn’t quite hide your frustration (as already established) and let out an exasperated groan.

“And stop smiling!” you warned, not sure where you’ve gotten the courage to do so.

Levi followed your movements as you picked up the bucket and brought it across the room to empty its contents into the sink.

“Is my smile bothering you? Didn‘t you say i should smile more?“ he asked in confusion.

“Yeah, but just in general. Not when i‘m in the room!“ you corrected him halfheartedly.

The chuckle you got in response made your brain short circuit once again.

How the fuck was this man so hot?

”Any specific reasons as to why, brat?“

You could only speak of luck that your back was turned towards Levi so you could hide the traitorous shade of red your face must be spotting at this moment. There would have been no denying it if the captain had chosen to comment on it.

Knowing him, he would have.

“Shut up.” you protested again, subtly raising your hands to your face to cool your cheeks a little.

You couldn’t see his face this way but you were sure that Levi put his newfound ability of a smile, maybe even a smirk, judging by the goosebumps you felt on the back of your neck, to use.

While you were busy washing the bucket, Levi got to his feet to study your work in the mirror by the cupboard. He took a few seconds, and you believed he must be sorting the criticism he had by fatality, starting with the least life threatening mistake you made and moving on to the most hard hitting insult.

Despite what you had thought he gave his reflection a satisfied nod.

Okay, what?

“Decent job, brat,” he complimented and yes you might have combusted that moment.

You turned back to the sink, a satisfied smile growing on your lips. Your stomach felt all fuzzy and warm at Levi’s praise.

You didn’t notice the captain approach, only noticing his presence when he was already leaning into your personal space, whispering a soft “Thank you.” into your ear. His hot breath fanned over sensitive skin and you froze in your movement.

To torture you or maybe he didn’t get enough fun out of the situation already, he then proceeded to plant a small kiss to the corner of your lips, missing just enough so it wouldn’t count as a real kiss, before retreating again.

He left the room as if nothing of importance had just happened, leaving you behind, frozen in your spot and heart hammering in your chest.

Levi was already gone when you were able to shake yourself out of the shock.

You carefully touched your cheek, the ghost of a sensation of soft lips against your warm skin still prominent. The memory of him lingering for just a second too long now fresh on your mind.

A huge grin split your face, the urge to jump on the bed and hug your pillow while giggling manically overcame you out of a sudden.

You really were acting like a smitten teenager.

#snk x reader #snk oneshot #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman oneshot #levi ackerman fluff #snk fluff #aot x reader #aot oneshots #aot fluff

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rachaelswrites · 4 years ago

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Spencer

Spencer Reid x daughter!reader

Based on Criminal Minds Season 12 Episode 13 “Spencer”

Word Count: 1,899

Warnings: drugging, prison, mentions of injuries

A/N: Part of the Episode series (requested)

Your thoughts weren’t coherent and you felt funny. You were in a strange place you didn’t recognize. It was cold and grungy. You sat up from the wooden bench you were laying on, your head felt heavy and foggy, so your surroundings weren’t coming into focus but your hearing was clear. You heard someone talking with an accent then a voice you remember. You tried to stand up, but the pain in your head was too much.

You reached up and felt a bandage on your forehead and you could feel a liquid seeping through. You slowly moved your hand down and saw red. You started panicking, getting the attention of the people around you. You heard someone yell something in another language before talking to you.

“Hello?” the man asked.

“Hi,” you said back. You weren’t in the right mindset to understand what was happening.

“Is this your daughter? She was with you in the car?” The first man said to the second. The second man turned and looked at you.

“I don’t remember. I think so.”

The first man looked at you, “Is this your father?” he saw you squint and try to figure it out. When you didn’t answer, he asked another question, “What’s your name?”

“Mmm, I think Y/n,” you said, “My head hurts,” you laid back on the bench and your eyes felt heavy. You were about to close them when a name caught your attention.

“You’re not just American? You’re Dr. Spencer Reid with the FBI,” the man was holding up a plastic bag.

You shot up, ignoring the dizziness and pain that followed, “I know him. He’s my dad.”

~~~~~

You were now sitting next to your dad. There was a medic who was wrapping your dad’s hand and then moved on to changing the bandage on your head.

“I’m going to run some tests to see what’s in your systems okay?” the officer from earlier said. It was obvious Spencer was high but he wasn’t sure if you were either. You took a pretty nasty blow to the head, which could be causing all the mind fog you were having.

Your dad nodded, “Thank you.”

“So you still don’t remember her last name or why you were meeting her? Either of you?”

You shook your head.

“I’m trying but I can’t,” your dad said.

“You were near the border. Did you plan on crossing it?”

Spencer though for a minute before responding, “No I uh, think I was chasing someone.”

“Who?”

Your dad talked about some car in front of him while he was driving. You were no help because apparently you had been knocked out cold in the backseat when they arrested you.

“I think I’m being framed.”

The officer scoffed, “You have enemies that would do this?”

Spencer nodded his head.

You were put in another room with a new medic. He had to collect different types of DNA from you before getting your blood drawn. He clipped a piece of your hair, then your nails and then swabbed your cheek. There was an overhead light that was flickering and buzzing, which was making you restless, “Can you turn that light off? It’s annoying.”

The medic ignored you, “Arremangarse,” he motioned for you to roll the sleeves of your shirt up. He tied a piece of tubing around your bicep, looking for a vein and inserting the needle into your arm.

He pulled the needle out, “Hecho,” he grabbed some gauze from his cart and helped you hold it onto the mark he just left. He helped you walk back into the holding cell with your dad.

You sat next to him and rested your head on his shoulder. Instead of wrapping his arm around you like normal, he stared straight ahead. He started mumbling to himself. Something about not being weak.

“Hey Reid, hi Y/n,” a voice startled you. Your dad looked up and stood.

“Luke.”

You stayed on the bench. The drugs in your system still hadn’t worn off. You hadn’t really said much since the arrest.

Emily and Rossi were close behind Luke.

“We’re gonna get you both out of here okay?” Rossi said.

Emily looked at Reid then at you. She couldn’t believe that Spencer had to go through this but you? You were only twelve and you had been drugged and arrested in Mexico, “We just have to get things cleared up with the locals then we can bring you home.”

You tuned out their conversation quickly after that. You stood up and paced the cell back and forth. You were feeling more panicky than before. Maybe the drugs were wearing off now.

“Y/n?” Emily could sense your feelings and she needed you to remain calm. If you got agitated or defensive it could be a sign of guilt and they could keep you here longer.

“Hmm?” you turned your attention towards her.

Before she could speak to you, Luke came back into the room. You hadn’t even noticed he was gone. He showed your dad a picture on his phone, “Is that her?”

Reid nodded, “Yeah, that’s her.”

“I’ll have Garcia send us an address.”

Emily looked at Rossi, “We’ll need to get there with officers.”

“Do you two want some company while you’re here?”

You ignored the question while Spencer shook his head, “No we’re okay here.”

The others left and your dad sat on the bench, motioning for you to follow. You sat down on his lap and put your arms around his neck, “Are we okay? I don’t know what’s happening.”

Spencer smoothed down your hair. Both of you were a mess, “I don’t really know,” it was normally a father’s job to make sure his kid was safe but he couldn’t really guarantee anything right now, “I hope we’ll be okay.”

~~~~~

“We know you didn’t do this,” Emily said. She was talking about the doctor your dad was supposed to meet with. She was murdered in the hotel and your dad was now a suspect in the case.

“How did it happen?” Your dad turned to his team members, looking for answers.

“She was stabbed multiple times. Looked personal,” Luke said.

There was no way you were guilty. For a kid your age and strength, it was almost impossible and everyone in that room knew that. Whether you were high or not, you would be released soon.

The officer walked into the holding cell, “I have the blood work results,” he unfolded the papers and read them aloud, “There’s cocaine and heroin in both your systems.”

“What else?” Emily asked.

“He was in possession of cocaine and heroin. That’s all I need,” he responded.

Emily scoffed, “No, we need a full tox screen panel. We’re looking for Scopolamine.”

“That will take longer.”

“I don’t care, we need it.”

The officer nodded. Luke looked to the two of you. Your eyes were bloodshot and Reid’s were rimmed red. Luke explained the type and effects the drugs had on both of you, “Are either of you coming down?”

“I think so,” your dad said nodding.

The team looked at you but you looked away burying your face into your dad.

“Do you think you could do a cognitive?” Emily asked him, “Y/n can stay with us here. She doesn’t need to do one if she’s not ready.”

Reid looked down at you and back at Emily, “I’ll try.”

The drugs were still in your body and it didn’t look like you’d be able to sober up soon. Luke stayed with you while Emily took Spencer to one of the other rooms. She told Luke to try and get you talking. Anything could help.

You sat on the floor with your head in between your knees. Everyone seemed on edge and it felt like your fault. You heard them talking about your dad remembering something so you tried to do that also. Luke was sitting on the bench and watched you. He could tell the gears in your brain were turning.

“Just remember, god damnit Y/n! Just remember!” you yelled to yourself. You started hitting your head with your palm, hoping to jumpstart your brain.

Luke noticed you were hitting your head, right where your injury was. He sat next to you on the floor and grabbed your hands, stopping their movements, “Hey calm down, it’s okay Y/n.”

You looked at him with tears in your eyes, “No I need to remember! I have to save him!” you shook your head and tried to stand but Luke kept you on the floor.

“Spencer is with Emily and he’s doing all that for you. You just have to sit here and be here for him. Can you do that?”

You didn’t answer him back. You moved your hands out of his grip and laid on the concrete, covering your face with your arms.

“Luke,” Rossi called for him. Luke patted your leg and stood up, heading over to Rossi.

~~~~~

“They’re charging him? What’s gonna happen to her?” Luke motioned towards you, still laying on the floor.

“She’s free to go but, that’s all I know,” Rossi said, “We take her back to DC and figure it out from there.”

Reid came back into the cell and sat down on the bench next to you, “Y/n, come here,” he helped you stand up. He was sobering up and his mind was now processing the state you were in, “I might have to stay here for a while. They think I did something bad but you’re gonna go home and stay with JJ okay?”

You rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand, “Why can’t I stay? If it’s because of the drugs they’re in me too.”

Spencer rubbed his hands up and down your arms, “It’s for something else. But I didn’t actually do it. I need you to listen to everything the team says,” he couldn’t believe this might be the last time he got to see you and it had to be like this. You were probably still too high to remember this.

“Will you come back?”

He nodded, “I hope so Y/n,” he pulled you into a hug, letting you rest your head on his chest.

~~~~~

Luke and Rossi had kept you out of all the “adult” talk. They didn’t want you to get confused or concerned. You were finally coming down and both men could tell your anxiety was starting to kick in. It didn’t help that a group of officers started walking towards your dad’s cell.

“We’re transferring him now,” the officer said.

“We’ve had a break in the case,” Emily said, “The victim was also an American which calls for extradition.”

“Sorry, I’ve got orders,” the officers handcuffed your dad and led him out of the cell.

“Dad!” you tried to run after him, but Emily grabbed you by the waist and pulled you back.

Emily still held onto you while she was on the phone, “We now have jurisdiction... The victim had dual citizenship… Thank you,” she put the phone in her pocket and turned to Luke, “Go get him.”

On the plane, you watched as Emily unlocked the handcuffs from your dad’s wrist, “You’re not a flight risk up here but once we land, these go back on.”

“Thank you. Thank you for getting us out of there.”

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coltsbitch · 4 years ago

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spectrum ~ armin arlert x reader

armin arlert x reader; 3.2k words; fluff; soulmate au summary: he lights up your world, too bad you don’t realize until it’s too late.

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It truly is one of the most tragic realities of the world. Some say it’s that you don’t know who that person is until you lose them, others say that it’s losing your person and the vividness of the world in one swoop.

But if this person truly is your soulmate, wouldn’t the world be dull and grey without them anyway? Maybe that’s your sense confirming what your heart already knows.

You used to pester your parents with questions about this phenomenon.

“So how are you supposed to know they’re your soulmate.”

Your parents smiled at each other, “Well peanut, you’ll just have to let your heart guide you.”

“But what if you choose the wrong person? And don’t realize it until they die?”

“Then let yourself love freely and fully.”

You didn’t appreciate their roundabout answers, but with time you realized it’s because they didn’t have the answers. No one did. No one knows why all the color drains from your eyes as your soulmate’s life drains simultaneously. Only that it happens.

You often wonder which of your parents lost their color first as they were devoured by titans. Or if they even lost their color at all. Maybe there was some sad soul out there that blinked one day and suddenly saw in greys not knowing their soulmate was being eaten in a small southern town of Wall Maria, as their child watched.

You think that’s the worst fate. Not knowing who that soulmate was, just that they’re gone. At least if your beloved dies and you can’t see the green grass or blue sky, you’re comforted knowing you were each other’s greatest loves.

But why are you thinking about this at a time like now? As your knee deep in pig shit on the new queen’s farm?

“Sasha! The scraps are for the animals!”

Oh right. He’s why.

You glance up as Armin is trying to pull Sasha away from the bucket of table scraps meant for the pigs.

Armin had come into your life in the most unexpected way. Being that he knocked into you mid air during an ODM gear training. His momentum had caused you to lose your grip and fall, luckily landing on a tree branch instead of the ground twenty meters below.

He was able to readjust himself and land feet first on the branch, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t look which way I was going!”

You ignored his babbling apology, more concerned with trying to regain your breathing while clutching your leg that had taken the brunt of the impact. Rolling to onto your stomach you tried to rise to you knees, but the weight was too much, and you fell back down.

“Arlert! ___!” You both looked down to see Shadis below, “You’ll make a delicious snack if you keep this up! Now move!” He screamed, not even bothering to hear your replies before kicking his horse into a trot.

You blush now thinking about the way you brushed off Armin’s offer to help but instead pushed forward through the pain, lip bleeding by the time you laned from how hard you bit into it and leg throbbing from the movement.

Armin was able to find you later that evening in the infirmary, which you weren’t sure how he even knew you’d be there. None of your friends overlapped, and you were sure you didn’t stick out to anyone, so it’s not like someone would notice your absence from supper.

None the less Armin brought you a serving of the disgusting food that was passed of as a meal for the night, with an apology on his lips.

You expected it to be a one time thing, guilty for the mishap in training that day. But he stuck around. Finding you on free afternoons, asking you to partner up in trainings, small waves during mealtimes.

Your friends would tease you about him, comparing him to a lost puppy. You didn’t think much of it until his friends started with the comments. You would overhear your name being tossed around, glances your way, and Armin’s always face flushing a deep red.

But he never said anything to you, never acted differently than he always has. You chock it up to friendly teasing, probably what they do to each other all the time. But that doesn’t stop you from reading into his comments and touches deeper. Doesn’t stop you from imagining kisses and touches you could be sharing if he ever gave you such indication.

It goes on like this for the final years of training and all throughout your time in the Scouts together. You don’t mind though, it’s more than enough to be by his side as he tells you about his dreams and he listens to yours.

Maybe this is what your parents meant by love freely and fully.

“You should say something.”

You jump out of your skin and whip around to see Historia standing behind you, “What?”

Her eyes glance to where yours were recently transfixed, “Before it’s too late.” You shift uncomfortably, averting your eyes. You know about the morning Historia woke up to a world of gray. Everyone does, her cries were loudly heard throughout the farm.

“It’s not like that.” You answer.

“It doesn’t have to be to make it any less real.”

You glance back at Armin who has given up on controlling Sasha. He must feel your eyes because he looks up, smiling when he sees you’re looking.

Your heart flutters. How could it not?

But you don’t say anything. There’s too much happening. You can see how the stress is bearing down on his shoulders and under his eyes. He’s dragged into meeting after meeting with Commander Erwin and Captain Levi. Squad leader Hange picks his brain every free moment he has. He’s comforting Eren who’s still struggling to comprehend everything that’s happened.

So when you’re able to grab a minute alone with him after the sun has long gone down, you’re not going to add on to his problems with your feelings. The fact that he seeks you out at the end of the night to decompress is more than enough.

When this all over you tell yourself. You promise yourself. You’re going to tell him how you want to travel the world with him. You want to be by his side when he sees the sights he’s only read about. Wherever he goes, you’ll follow.

But now you’re wondering if either of you will ever see those sights. It all seems pretty hopeless.

There’s seven of you. No clue what’s happening on the other side of the wall, but it doesn’t sound good if the ricochet of loud bangs is anything to go by. But Armin comes through with a plan to stop Bertholdt, something you’re sure only he could think up.

But you should have known better when he pauses on the rooftop. The rest have already left to go after Reiner, where you should be joining them. But one last glance over your shoulder and you see Armin is already staring at you like he’s trying to drink in every detail about you.

“Armin?” You ask, wondering if he’s calculating something new, if he’s realized a flaw.

He looks like he has something to say. That look he gets before he’s about to dive into a long tangent, but he shakes his head of whatever that might be.

“I believe in you.” He says instead, before turning and jumping off the roof.

He doesn’t look back. You’re still standing watching him go. He’s too focused to look back, you think. But he knows he can’t bear to see your face again; it might break his resolve.

You find the others, and it’s a flurry of explosions and debris flying everywhere. Your heart is beating out of your chest as you and Jean divert Reiner’s attention. He flings part of a building at all of you, dust catching in your eyes even as you block it with your arm.

There’s a dizziness you feel when you see only one thunder spear lodged into his jaw. Your heart falls into your stomach. Part of you is saying there’s still hope, Mikasa can still make it, but there’s an overwhelming grief filling you for some reason.

You crash into a house, your leg taking the brunt of the impact. And suddenly your mind flashes back to when Armin knocked into you all those years ago. Why are you thinking of this now?

You look up to the colossal titan. It’s exhausting so much steam you can barely see the wall, let alone Eren or Armin. There’s a bang behind you and you turn to see Reiner exploding out of his titan. And then there’s an even louder sound and you watch as Bertholdt’s titan crashes into the wall.

We’ve done it, you think.

You have no fucking clue how it was all pulled off, but it’s happened.

Rising to your feet you jump down to where Hange is pressing their foot into Reiner’s chest, and they begin to hack off his limbs. You can’t watch, and turn your head to see Jean and Mikasa. Both are exhausted, but there’s a sense of relief in their eyes.

There’s still so much dust, and your eyes settle on Mikasa’s scarf. It looks like it’s covered in ash with how black it is. Jean too, he looks pale, too pale.

Your heart stutters.

You whip around to Hange again. The vibrant green of their cloak is dull and muted.

You choke on a gasp.

You look up at the sky. It doesn’t hold the vibrant blue from before. You had even noted how the sky was too clear and beautiful for what felt like such a somber day.

“I can’t, I can’t see.” You whisper. Your eyes are moving from place to place, trying to find a glimpse of color, but it’s all fading, and fast.

Mikasa is in front of you now, calling your name, but you don’t hear her. Can’t hear anything over the ringing in your ears.

I can’t see.

I can’t see color.

“Armin!” You gasp, eyes meeting Mikasa, and her expression falls as fast as she hears his name leave you lips. She’s always been so perceptive. She knows instantly.

For what will be the only time in your life, you’re faster than her. Sprinting before catapulting yourself into the air and above the roof tops.

You can hear her calling behind, probably following behind, but you can’t stop, can’t slow down. Because there’s still a slight shine to the sky. It reminds you of his eyes.

You see the steam emitting from the decaying colossal titan and you know that’s where he is. Even if there hadn’t been that marker, it’s like your heart knows anyway.

You crash and roll onto the roof. There are more people than you expected there to be, but your eyes lock onto what you know is him.

You want to vomit. You almost do as the stench of burning flesh reach you. But you don’t.

Is it your eyes? Or is this how burnt his skin is?

Falling to your knees, you ignore the commotion behind you. Levi kicking a screaming Eren, Mikasa tackling Levi.

“Armin.” You whisper.

Your hands shake above him, unsure where too touch, if you even should. There’s a labored breathing coming from his body. You know that’s why this world still has the smallest ounce of color to it.

“Armin.” Tears are running down your cheeks. Did he know? Did he plan this? He hesitated earlier, like he wanted to say something. Did he know?

You never considered this as an outcome. Losing your color, losing your soulmate. You’re didn’t think there could be something worse than losing an unknown soulmate. You knew him. But he wasn’t yours. It’s the could of that hurts more.

You could have said something.

You could have been something.

You gently place a hand to his cheek. It’s so hot, too hot for a body. But if this is the only chance you have to cup his face the way you dreamed about, then so be it.

“I wish we could have figured it out sooner.” You whisper, “I think part of me always knew.” You wobble on your knees. “Did you know?”

Eren and Mikasa are desperate and can’t see what’s in front of their own eyes. But you know it’s impossible for your eyes to play a trick on you like this.

You sob, tears falling onto his face, immediately steaming away.

You want to lean down, to press your lips against his. You don’t care. You can ignore the smell. You can close your eyes. You can pretend that you’re kissing him at the sea he never shut up about. That was your plan in your daydreams.

The Scouts would retake the wall. They would clear out all the titans. And the second you’re truly outside the walls, seeing the sights he would wax on and on about, you would lean up and kiss him, tell him how your stomach flutters when he looks at you, how his words fill your heart.

But this would have to do.

And you would have, but instead your ripped away from his body.

“Stop!” You cry, fighting the person holding you, “We still have time!” You look up and see Jean is holding you against his chest, shooting a cable to the next building.

You wouldn’t even call the sky blue anymore. There’s not a drop of color you can see anywhere, but in your heart you know you had a few more seconds.

“Please!”

But it’s no use. You turn again to get one last glimpse of him alive while you can.

If only you had more time.

“We can still save him! He can eat me!” Eren is thrashing against the scout you don’t recognize, “There has to be enough left!”

You glance at everyone standing on the roof. No one is talking but Eren as he tries to persuade anyone who will listen. And then suddenly your heart is seized in a tight grip and you know he’s gone.

“Eren.” You mumble, “Shut up.” He looks at you with raw pain and anger in his eyes, but when he sees the tears tracks on your face, the sorrow in your eyes, it’s like he understands too.

Like everyone could see it so simply. Everyone but you.

You collapse, unable to stand any longer. It hurts unlike anything you’ve ever felt, can’t comprehend what you’re feeling.

The crackle of lightening fills your ear. What would colorless lightning look like? But you don’t want to see this. You don’t want to watch Bertholdt eaten. You wish this doesn’t have to happen, that none of this had ever happened.

There’s a collective gasp.

“Look.” You hear Jean say behind you. You follow his words, seeing the newly formed titan collapsing to the ground. But something is off about it, the hair too long and body too malnourished to be Erwin you think.

Cables shoot out and you see Levi flying towards Hanji, somebody thrown over his shoulder. But that doesn’t make sense. It’s not Armin, so it must be Erwin. But if that’s Erwin…

Mikasa and Eren are already flying to the ground.

You trip over yourself trying to follow, almost out of gas, leaving you to slide against the pavement when you tumble. You hear the others behind you, but your eyes are stuck on the person Eren is pulling out.

Everyone is crowding around, but you’re glued in your spot before his titan form. The color slowly seeps back into your world.

His golden hair returns first, blowing from the steam. His skin shining with sweat under the sun. You watch as each of you comrades fill with color, the world slowly returning to how you once knew it.

“Armin.”

It’s hours later by the time you can get a moment alone with him while he’s conscious. His nervous energy has him walking along the wall, you volunteered to go with, in case anything happens. But you’re not too concerned, early today you saw him burnt to a crisp and now he’s here beside you like nothing’s changed.

Like you didn’t have your whole world turned upside down and back again.

Armin sighs taking a seat on the edge of the wall. He’s looking out towards the destruction in Wall Maria. “It doesn’t seem like anyone else made it.”

You take a seat beside him, “No.”

“But I’m still here.” He mumbles to himself, “I still don’t understand why Captain made this choice.”

“Please.” You choke out.

Armin’s head shoots up from staring at the ground fifty meters below, surprised by the anguish in your voice.

“Please don’t think that this was the wrong choice.” You grab his hand, “That you being here is wrong.” Your eyes meet his, “Because I don’t think I could survive that.”

Armin is stunned by the conviction of your words, how absolute they must be to you. “___, you’d be okay. You’re stronger than you think.”

“Armin.” You’re exasperated, how does he still not understand? “When you were dying on that roof top,” He flinches at your bluntness, “I felt like I was drowning, and nothing could pull me out. Fuck, I mean my whole world was drowned out in darkness.”

A gasp escapes his mouth, “You don’t mean?”

You feel tears gathering in your eyes, “Please don’t ever make me feel that again.”

Armin searches your eyes, finally understanding. He doesn’t know how to answer, it’s impossible to answer, “I’ll try?”

You laugh at the awkwardness in his voice, and it lightens the thickness between you two.

“I feel like part of me has always known, at least hoped.” You continue shyly, “I promised myself I would tell you after we retook the wall.” You avert your eyes, “I’m just glad I still have the chance.”

“I umm, always wanted to say something. But I wasn’t sure.”

“Well, I know for sure now.” You give a small smile, squeezing his hand.

“Yeah.” Armin says breathlessly, “I guess you do.” His brow furrows a bit, an intense thought probably crossing his mind, “You think there’s any research out there about soulmates and near death experiences?”

You have to hold back a scoff at his always inquisitive mind. This is what he’s thinking about right now? “Armin?’ His focus returns to you, “Can I kiss you?”

Armin’s eyes widen to saucers, which is the most expressive reaction you’ve gotten from him yet. Is he that surprised? You just explained you were soulmates for fuck’s sake.

His mouth is open and closing as he tries to form a response, instead settling a brief nod.

You cup his cheek, softer than before, the perfect feel in your palm, and lean in pressing you lips to his. It’s a sweet kiss, sitting atop Wall Maria overlooking the vast land you both nearly died to reclaim. His hand is gripping yours tightly and you thread your fingers into his soft hair.

Armin pulls away, a faint blush staining his cheeks but eyes shining, “I’m so glad I decided to knock you out of the trees that day.”

You laugh at the memory that maybe in a roundabout way brought you here. And then his words click, “Wait, you did that on purpose?!”

#armin arlert x reader #armin arlert #armin #armin x reader #armin arlert fluff #aot #snk #aot x reader #snk x reader

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ourloveisforthelovely · 4 years ago

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Fresh Start 2

Harry Potter AU

Characters: Sirius Black x Reader

Link to Chapter 1

Rating: M for slight smut

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The following day was spent moving back into the house that you once shared with Sirius. Molly Weasley kindly offered to keep Harry for a few days. The following day would be James and Lily’s funeral. Molly figured that it would be a good idea for Sirius and yourself to have that particular night free. You had already made the executive decisions that you were going to get wasted. Knowing Sirius, he probably had the same thoughts in his mind.

The night before Sirius tried to start a conversation about the relationship. You had quickly shot that down and ran off to your room.

“We are going to have to talk to each other sometime!”

Sirius shouted at your door. You walked to the bed that you once shared with Sirius and sat down. Sirius was right. The two of you needed to sit down and do a lot of talking but you didn’t want to. What if you took him back and got hurt again? A better question was what if he moved on and you were hurt watching him be happy with someone else. At least for the time being, he seemed desperate to have you as his lover.

Time will just have to fix this one....

9 am: Sirius’ eyes grey opened slowly. He looked up at the ceiling with a sigh. This was the day that he had been dreading since news of James and Lily’s death came to him. He didn’t even want to get up. Sirius spent the night before drinking half a bottle of fire whiskey. If he didn’t have to be a functional adult that day; he would have gone for the full bottle.

The light sound of a bang in the kitchen quickly pulled Sirius from his thoughts.

“Y/n? Darling?”

He slowly got up and walked into the kitchen. You stood on a kitchen chair painting a wall. Sirius frowned and looked around his new freshly painted kitchen.

“You painted the kitchen.”

Sirius said as he continued to look around. You nodded, not bothering to look over your shoulder.

“I also cleaned the stove at 3 am. I have to know what the hell you did to the poor thing. It was filthy.”

Sirius shrugged.

“Remus and I tried to cook. You, as the person who knows me best, know that I can’t cook to save my life.”

You smirked.

“What do you think of this color?”

Sirius nodded.

“You were right. This color does make the kitchen look bigger. Wait a minute, why are you cleaning the stove at 3 am and painting the kitchen?”

You took a deep breath.

“This was healthier than plotting on murdering Peter Pettigrew.”

Sirius stood silently for a moment before walking over and taking the paintbrush out of your hand.

“Y/n, we are going to get him. We are going to get him and I will personally make his life a living hell that he can’t escape from.”

You nodded. Sirius had the feeling that you didn’t believe him. He waited a moment before reaching out to help you down from the chair. The two of you stared at each other the moment Sirius’ hands wrapped around your waist. You swallowed, trying to fight back the feeling of ecstasy from being this close to him again.

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, the two of you were pinning for the other. It was almost shameless. Sirius was giving you that puppy dog look that made your heart swoon and you could tell that he was fighting with everything that he had to not pull you to him. This is going to be harder than you thought!

“Look, I have almost had him a few times. He isn’t going to come here and get all rowdy without consequences.”

You took a breath.

“Sirius, we are both going to end up in Azkaban for setting that dwarf on fire.”

Sirius smirked.

“No. That won’t be happening. I’m going to let the dementors have him but that doesn't mean that I won’t get a few punches in first. I’m bigger than him anyway. We should probably start getting ready. I’ll help you finish this when we get back.”

2 hours later…

Sirius sat in the back of the funeral home trying to avoid any reason to go to the front. He absolutely did not want to see James or Lily’s dead bodies. All Sirius wanted at the moment was a shot of whiskey or a cigarette.

“Sirius?”

He looked up to see his cousin Andromeda looking down at him with the most heartbroken expression ever.

“Hey.”

He replied before looking back down at his lap. Andromeda sat down slowly.

“I am so sorry about James and Lily. I know how much you loved them.”

Sirius nodded.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

Andromeda knew that Sirius was retreating further and further into that dark place that he liked to hide in.

“How is Y/n?”

Sirius looked up to see you still standing at the front of the room. You hadn't moved from James’ coffin in some time. Remus stood beside you with an arm around your waist. He silently thanked his friend for doing the job that he wasn’t.

“She’s taking it hard. You know that neither one of us are that great with communication.”

Andromeda nodded. That was true! She had seen Sirius and yourself avoid problems in the relationship too many times. The two of you seemed to kiss, cuddle, and fuck your problems away instead of talking.

“Yes, I know that well. I heard that she moved back in with you.”

Sirius leaned back on the bench and nodded.

“Yes, she moved back in yesterday. We are going to raise Harry together.”

Andromeda took a breath.

“Sirius, you love Y/n and she loves you.”

Sirius rolled his eyes.

“She doesn’t love me...not anymore. I ruined everything with her.”

Andromeda sighed. Had her cousin always been this difficult?

“Sirius, she has looked back here at you at least 10 times. She is trying to catch your eye. Y/n may be a stubborn proud woman but she is a stubborn proud woman that loves you. Prove to her how much you love her! The two of you aren’t children anymore! You're both essentially parents now! Harry needs the both of you. Won’t you do it for him?”

Sirius’ grey eyes rolled up to where Harry sat on Molly’s lap eagerly playing peekaboo with the Weasly’s son Ron. He quickly stood and walked to the front of the funeral parlor. Remus was the first to look up. He gave Sirius a nod before signaling down to you with his eyes.

Sirius took a breath and looked down at you. You stood looking ahead with tear-stained cheeks and didn’t realize that your best friends were beside you. Remus slowly removed his arm from your waist and Sirius took his place. You didn’t fight the urge to lean into him. Sirius snuggled his face into your lavender-scented hair. He breathed in, enjoying the closeness...even if it was for a moment.

Remus slowly looked at the two of you with a sad smile. This was the way things were supposed to be. The two of you were supposed to be together. Remus could only hope that you leaving Sirius was enough to kick his ass into gear.

The three of you stood in silence. It wasn’t supposed to be like this! Jame and Lily weren't supposed to die! James and Lily were too young.

I’m too young to be a father. Hell, last month I was partying in London…

Sirius thought then immediately felt guilty. The two of you had discussed having a baby sooner rather than later.

“Maybe I do want to have a family after all.”

It was a normal night. Sirius sat on the couch while you finished cleaning up from dinner. You had turned around with a smile when Sirius made the comment.

“I thought that you didn’t want kids.”

You said innocently. Sirius smiled over the book he was reading.

“Maybe I changed my mind?”

He stood up with a sultry smile before pulling you into his arms.

“Maybe I want to call you my wife and see you carry our child? Besides, we are good at practicing making babies...we can just do it for real this time.”

Sirius’ lips closed on your neck. You moaned as his hand slid up your dress.

“Are you proposing to me, Sirius Black?”

“I might just be.”

Sirius pulled himself from the memory. Your engagement ring suddenly felt very heavy in his pocket. Sirius wasn’t about to admit it but he kept the ring in his pocket since you had placed it back in his hand.

“I’m ready to go now.”

You whispered, loud enough for Sirius and Remus to hear. Sirius looked up at his friend and nodded.

“Come on then.”

30 minutes later, Remus walked into the house after Sirius and yourself. The three of you hadn’t said much since the funeral was over.

“So what do we do now?”

Remus asked. You shrugged.

“I don’t know about you two but I am getting drunk.”

Sirius and Remus glanced at each other for a moment before shrugging and following you.

2 hours later, you were drunk off your ass! You stood in the kitchen twirling in Remus’ arms. The loud music blared. Sirius sat at the table with a now empty bottle of booze in front of him watching the two of you with a smile.

“This is a good song!”

You said happily. Remus laughed, feeling dizzy as hell but this dance was everything that he needed at the moment.

“I love it! I hate it but I love it! Reminds me of my grandma.”

You burst into a fit of laughter.

“Your grandma is cool!”

Remus let go of you and held up a hand.

“I need to vomit.”

Instead of going to the bathroom like a sober person, Remus went outside to find a bush. You kept spinning with your bottle of Dubonnet.

After a few moments later, you went to the table to join Sirius. Plopping down on his lap, you threw your arms around his shoulders.

“You didn’t dance with me.”

Sirius chuckled and took a sip of his drink.

“Love, you know that I don’t dance.”

“That’s not what I remember.”

You slurred.

“Remember the Yule Ball? We had a right nifty time.”

As drunk as Sirius was he couldn’t help but think how adorable you were.

“We were under the stairs the whole night.”

“Dance with me.”

You begged shamelessly. Sirius patted your leg.

“Get up then, princess, and get back in my arms.”

You wasted no time in throwing your arms around Sirius’ neck. His arms were around your waist. Both of you were twirling to the most god awful music imaginable!

“I love seeing you smile.”

Sirius said happily. This was the most that you had smiled over the past few months and it felt good!

“I love seeing you smile more! You’re so handsome. I love you, Sirius.”

Sirius froze before giving you a clumsy kiss.

“I love you more, Y/n!”

“Prove it!”

The next morning, you woke with a pounding headache. Putting a hand to your head, you decided that it was time for a special potion.

“What the hell did we do last night?”

You thought before starting to stand up but froze realizing that an arm was around you. Looking down, you knew that hand from anywhere.

“Oh Merlin, what did we do?!”

You thought more urgently realizing that Sirius was wrapped around you. He was still out cold. Looking down, you realized that you were both naked.

“Damn it!”

You muttered before slowly pulling yourself out of your exes arms and tried to remember what happened.

“Prove it.”

Sirius’ grey eyes darkened as he licked his lips.

“Those are dangerous words.”

You pulled him down by his tie before hungrily kissing him. Sirius reached down and picked you up.

30 minutes later, the two of you were completely naked and rolling around in the bed.

“Sirius, please. Don’t be a damned tease! You know how much I love it when you touch me like this.”

Sirius chuckled and shoved his dark hair out of his eyes.

“Do you want me inside of you now?”

“Hurry up!”

You squealed. Sirius didn’t wait to be told twice before pushing into you. You automatically clenched around him, making Sirius moan.

“Has anyone else touched you?”

Sirius slurred. You shook your head before throwing it back against the pillow. Sirius grabbed your legs and threw them around his shoulders.

“N-no. It's you! Always you!”

You shook the memory from your head before getting up and rushing to get dressed. It was time to get Harry and there was no way that you could face Sirius at the moment! You could only pray that he would be gone for his mission when you returned. That would give you a few weeks to prepare to face him.

6 weeks later…

“Pregnant.”

Remus said calmly. You, meanwhile, sat with your eyes clenched with your fingers crossed.

“Are you sure?”

You questioned. Remus sighed before sitting down beside you.

“Y/n, we have done all of the magical tests in addition to all of the muggle ones. I think that it is safe to say that you are going to be a mother.

You stood up and walked to the sink feeling tears forming in your eyes.

“What the hell am I going to do Remus? I’m having a totally unplanned baby with my ex. We have Harry. We are boh in the order….and….”

Remus stood up and quickly pulled you into his arms.

“You are going to breathe first off. Second, everything will be fine. You have me and the rest of the order too. Y/n, I will never abandon you. If you remember its us, as in Sirius, yourself, and me against the world now. We support each other. As far as Sirius is concerned, he loves you. I know that you don’t want to believe that but he does. I also think that you still love him.”

You pressed your face against Remus’ chest. For a moment, you wished the baby would have been with him. At least Remus wouldn’t try to confuse you.

“Yes...I do still love him.”

Remus took your hand in his.

“Sirius has changed.”

You nodded before looking over at Harry, who sat eagerly eating a snack. He was so happy in his own little world. The realization that you were about to have two babies under the age of 3 was almost scary. Sure, people did it all the time but Sirius and yourself were not those people!

“When does he come home?”

Remus’ gentle voice pulled you from your thoughts.

“Tomorrow. He’ll be at dinner tomorrow at the Weasley’s.”

Remus looked thoughtful.

“If you want, I will sit with you when you tell him.”

You nodded.

“It definitely couldn’t hurt.”

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mocolococoffeesimp · 1 month ago

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Guilty Gear NSFW request: Dizzy and her M!S/O finding out that they are both bottoms.

Hold on... I got the og image...

-Both of you had been waiting eagerly for the night to come, as you had been talking about this for a while now. Once both of you undressed to your underwear.. Both of you froze, neither of you were sure what to do. Once, the realization that both of you were half-naked suddenly blush a deep shade of red. After a while of talking things over, both of you agreed to meet in the middle.

-You two started with slow kisses, taking turns in kissing. It was extremely slow paced and awkward. But, as you two did it more... It became more comfortable and both of you grew more eager to kiss. The first time was just a heated makeout session, as neither of you wanted or had the confidence to push the other more.

-Each time you did makeout, each of you gained more confidence in yourselves. Dizzy was the first to take the lead, with the slight push from Undine and Necro. With their assistance, Dizzy was able to leave hickies on you. She felt proud of herself, for being able to take the lead. Overtime Dizzy became a switch. She liked being on top, but she did also enjoy being on bottom. Both of you took turns on being a top and bottom, once you two had learned how to be a top. (Which was still a work in progress.

#guilty gear #guilty gear headcanons #guilty gear strive #guilty gear x reader #guilty gear xrd #guilty gear dizzy x gn reader #guilty gear dizzy x reader #guilty gear dizzy #guilty gear strive dizzy

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xinsareforever · 2 months ago

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Ah, maybe reader helping Dizzy cut Ky's hair? His hair used to be so long, she'd appreciate the help.

Dizzy, Ky x Reader

Topic: Helping Dizzy cut Kys hair

A/N: I found this one rlly cute so I did it !! :)

Tags: Flufff

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-Ky’s a little nervous about the whole situation. He’s always had long hair, and although he trusts Dizzy and the reader, the idea of cutting it is still daunting. He tries to hide it with small talk, but it’s pretty obvious.

- Dizzy, with her naturally calming presence, gently instructs the reader on how to handle the scissors. She has a soft smile as she reminisces about how long Ky’s hair used to be, sharing some sweet stories about how she helped him take care of it.

- As the reader and Dizzy work together, there’s a lot of playful teasing. Maybe the reader jokes about Ky looking too much like a prince with his long hair, and Dizzy adds in how he’s still her knight in shining armor, regardless of his hairstyle.

- Dizzy and the reader find themselves laughing as they work in tandem. One of them holds Ky’s hair while the other carefully snips away. Ky tries to sit still, but it’s clear he’s fidgeting, making the task both fun and a little challenging.

-There’s a quiet moment where Ky closes his eyes and simply enjoys the feeling of trust. He’s always been one to shoulder responsibility, but here, in this intimate setting, he feels the care and love surrounding him.

- After they’re done, Dizzy and the reader take a step back to admire their work. They might joke about starting a salon or how they should give him a makeover next time. Ky, though a little bashful, can’t help but smile at how happy they both seem.

-Once his hair is cut, Ky’s relieved to feel the weight lifted, both physically and emotionally. Dizzy lovingly runs her fingers through his newly shortened locks, and the reader might joke that it’s going to take him a while to get used to it.

#guilty gear #ggst #guilty gear x reader #guilty gear headcanons #guilty gear strive #x reader #ky kiske x reader #dizzy guilty gear #ky guilty gear #dizzy x reader #headcanons

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bundleofyarrow · 4 years ago

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chapter 6 is up!

the latest chapter of my Milo x Reader fic is live, and it really sets the stage for the story! if you didn’t see enough Milo in my last post, you might be satisfied with what you see here! it’s below the cut or you can read it (or any chapter!) on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29087343/chapters/72127755

i’m also open to write scenes and imagines related to what’s going on in the Bundle of Yarrow universe, so feel free to send me an ask if you’re interested in getting something!

Chapter 6: Dappled Grove

Pattering on leaves. Dripping from bark. The rain sings its own music from the canopy of the forest. Branches of the trees here reached out to one another, creating a secluded corner of the Wild Area. Mushrooms thrived in the damp, muddy floor of the grove and apples swayed further up in the wind. Unlike the wide open fields you just ran from, there were ponds and creeks, and reeds of tall grass lining small lakes. Songs from the Pokemon within them harmonized with the rain.

Opening your eyes, the world is sideways. As feeling returns to your body, you feel the cold, sticky mud against the left side of your face and body. When you attempt to rise from the ground, a dull, thudding pain vibrates down your front. You’re able to support your body weight with your arms, though your elbows feel like they could give at any moment.

Looking back, you see the raised root of a tree, and further into the distance, the border between the Rolling Fields and Dappled Grove. When it doesn’t seem like you’re being followed, you begin to pick yourself up from the ground. Spotting some of your things in the mud, you grab some stray Pokeballs and leave the berries you picked earlier for some lucky scavenger. It wasn’t long until you noticed your phone, its screen bright and, if you were to listen for it, constant low vibration. You wanted to leave it there, but your better judgement compelled you to pick it up and wipe it down. It wasn’t a mystery who was trying to get in contact with you, but you couldn’t think of two people you didn’t want to talk to more right now.

You slip the phone into your bag and scan your surroundings, pulling your soaked and muddy hair out of your vision. Despite hearing a chorus of Pokemon calls, you couldn’t see any in sight. They must all be hiding snug in nooks among the trees while it rained.

Right now the best thing to do is to find some sort of shelter, so you can get dry. First you needed to get back to the cliffs, and then see if there any empty caves you could stay inside. After the rain stops, you can begin to make your way back to the train station along the southern border of the Wild Area, and head back to Postwick.

The vibrations of your phone against the contents of your bag is audible to your ear as you take a few steps into the grove. You’re not entirely sure what direction you’re going in, but you know you should hit the cliff walls eventually. Raindrops and the squishing of mud beneath your footsteps are all that accompany your scrambled thoughts of recent events. And your phone. constantly. going. off.

At this point you feel too deep into this to admit that you’re acting unreasonable. Sure, maybe you shouldn’t have dashed into the middle of a Diggersby vs Piloswine turf war, and sure, maybe running in the complete opposite direction of safety because of petty grievances was a little extra. You can’t really explain your reaction to knowing Sonia and Leon were rekindling their intimacy, but the way Leon treated you like the plague for the past day only to be back to his good ol’ Champion self after spending the night with her just felt wrong. You felt cast aside, like moment he realized you weren’t after his body, you were just a risk to his reputation.

Your feet stomped through the mud as your thoughts compounded upon themselves. Whenever you could hear your phone vibrating, begging for you to pick up, your movements became more erratic. Your brain recalls all the things Leon said to you in your closer moments, and you can’t seem to completely push them away. And that vibrating just gets louder, and louder, and-A large splash erupted from your periphery, and a loud burst knocked you back screaming off your feet. Your ears rung and you felt dizzy, trying to get back up but stumbling. In front you was a creature with glowing red eyes and strange vibrating protrusions all over its body. You assumed it was a water Pokemon of some sort given that it was blue and came from the marsh you were passing by. You would check your Pokedex but your phone probably slipped to the bottom of your bag by now. Trying to look at it through the dim lighting of the grove, it was terrifying and making this constant, oppressive vibration noise. You didn’t need to pull out your Pokemon to sense it was strong, way more than you could handle.

You slowly backed away from it, and you began to notice small tadpole-like Pokemon hop out of the tall grass and around the larger one, shrieking high pitched trills that pierced your hearing. It seems like you walked a little too close to a nest of these Pokemon, so you were hoping if you just left everything would be okay. Turning and running, you put your all in getting away from the Pokemon so you can survive this disaster of a trip. But you hear a rumbling, and before you know it a powerful cry yells out and you feel a sticky liquid hit your right leg. It immediately seizes up, causing you to fall and shout a curse out into the trees. Looking to your leg, you see muck covering it as the muscles convulse, making you scream as the Pokemon stalks towards you. You attempt to get up, but the pain of the Pokemon’s sonic attacks and losing control of your leg makes you fall forward again.

Is this it?

You don’t know why this Pokemon is so determined to hunt you. Crying out, you hear nothing. No one. Sonia’s shoulder bumps and hugs flash through your mind. Leon shielding you from the Onix. Dragging yourself away, you realize how much you don’t want things to end here. Despite everything, you did have people out there, waiting for you. Wanting to know you’re safe.

The padding of the Pokemon’s footsteps pick up in speed, you try crawling faster but you can tell, it’s not enough. You look back just in time to see it lunge at you with its fist.

Never enough.

A bright light flashes between you and your assailant, rippling just inches from your face where it made contact with the punch attack. This knocked the Pokemon back, which stumbled in shock. It looked up in the distance behind you, from where you could hear foot steps.

“GIGA DRAIN!”

The Pokemon begins to glow green, which starts to surface on its skin as small globes of light. Then all at once, they shoot from it and back towards the voice, promptly causing the Pokemon to faint.

It was hard to process what just happened, your brain preoccupied a range of stimuli and concerns related to your safety. A headache sets in when you realize your ears have been ringing this entire time. There’s running and yelling coming towards you, but it hurts to concentrate on them. Rain continues to fall on your face. Your leg throbs. Only makes sense that you pass out.

~*~*~*~

The first thing you notice is that it’s still raining. But instead of it falling on your face, you hear its rhythmic tapping on a fabric of some sort above you. As sensation begins to return to your body, you realize that you’re not lying in mud, but against your back is something padded. Something is vibrating…

Your eyes spring open and your breath quickens with the image of red eyes and vibrating skin in your mind. Instead of seeing the forest canopy, you find yourself inside a green tent. Turning your head hurts when you go too quickly, so you slowly look around and see your bag next to you, and noticed you’re lying on your sleeping bag. Confused, you rise up into a sitting position, rubbing behind your ears attempting to ease your headache. As you do, your right leg slips out in front of you, and you see that it’s been cleaned and dressed with a bandage. It feels numb but not as bad as it did before, and the camphoraceous smell implies someone applied medicine to your injury.

Speaking of someone, who brought you here? You look around and spot someone else’s camping gear, including a sleeping bag, first-aid kit, what looks like snacks for Pokemon, and a lantern hanging from a hook in the center of the tent. You don’t recognize any of it, meaning a charitable stranger must have saved you from that Pokemon.

It dawns on you that you’re still in your muddy clothing, but the mud that was on your skin and in your hair was gone. You spot a washcloth browned with mud on the floor by the first aid kit, and blushed thinking of someone touching you with such care. You decide to quickly change into new clothing before anyone returned. As you pull out your clothes from your bag, your phone lights up to show the countless amount of notifications you’ve gotten, all from Sonia’s phone. You begin to feel guilty, especially now that you encountered danger, but can’t bear to talk to them just yet.

Just as you pulled on fresh clothing, you hear heavy footsteps approaching the tent. You’re not exactly sure what to do, pretend to be asleep? Wave hello? Go out to meet them? What’s the proper etiquette of being put up in a stranger’s tent?

While weighing your different options, you hear the zipper to the entrance open, making you freeze up. Whoever it is, they are large, starting to frighten you a bit. But soon they stick their head in enough for the lantern light to glow on their face.

“It’s… you!?”You see the wet but same friendly face of the man you met back at Route 1. Unruly rose-colored hair, eyes as green as Galar’s fields, freckles dancing across a boyish face. Fumbling since you still don’t know his name, you make room for him to enter. “You’re awake!” He clambered in and quickly zipped the tent shut. His wide frame made the space seem smaller once he settled in. “Thank Arceus that you’re recovering.”

He has that smile on his face again, warm and gentle. Your cheeks heat up just imagining him carrying you back here to the tent and treating your wounds. It’s not hard to see the contours of his chest through his wet, white shirt, and the impression of mud against it where your head must have been. He begins to empty his pockets of a gnarled looking root that it seems like he dug up in the grove. Before he could explain anything, you leaned forward towards him on your left hand, looking him in the face as if committing it to memory.

“Please,” Your voice is a mix of trembling and dreamy, probably because you’re still fighting exhaustion. “your name. What is your name? I’ve wanted to know ever since we last met.”

The man pauses, taken aback at the sudden attention. His gaze shifts between each of your eyes, like he was struck with some sort of realization. It might have been a trick of the light, but his freckles seemed more pronounced and his cheeks a shade more pink.

“M-Milo, I’m Milo! Mighty rude of me not to introduce myself before, my apologies.” His eyes look away from you, like he was embarrassed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Milo.” You repeat his name to yourself, and smile at him, offering your name in return. “I’m so happy to see you again.

”He pauses for beat, as if he was expecting a certain reaction that never ended up coming. His face softened and he smiled back again.

“Looked like you were in a tad bit of trouble there for a second with that Seismitoad. Thankfully I heard ya and was able to make it over in time.” Milo’s eyes travel down to your injury. “How’s that feelin’?”

You pass a hand over your injured leg, your mind momentarily flashing to when that muck covered it. “It’s a little numb, but at least it’s not twitching anymore.”

Milo puts out his hand and shows you what he collected while you were unconscious. “My poppa always told me to make tea out of this here root if I was ever hurt in the Wild Area, and it’s never failed me. I’m gonna make you some and it’ll fix ya up, good as new!”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that for me.” Your gaze drops to the floor. “I’ve been enough of a burden already.”

“Hey now, chin up.”

You look back up at him and his soft expression. “Don’t say that about yourself, looks like you’ve had quite the rough day. I’m happy I found you, if only so we get to cross paths again.” He pulls off his cap, running a hand through his wet hair in attempt to get it out of his face. That’s when you realize he’s just in from all that rain.

“Milo, you’re soaking wet! Don’t you think you should get out of those clothes?”

You look at him with some concern as he starts to turn a bit red. Is he getting a fever?“

I, ah,” His eyes look away from you, not at all able to keep his usual friendly eye contact. “I wouldn’t wanna m-make ya uncomfortable…”

It took you a second to get what he meant, mostly from the slight squirming he was doing while under your gaze. You briefly imagined him peeling off his wet shirt in front of you, eyes widening and definitely getting a full blush.

You scramble to turn around as fast as you can, looking completely away from him. “S-sorry! I can leave if you want! This is your tent.”

“Don’t be silly.” A chuckle accompanies his words, and he seems to rummage in his bag. “You’re fine right there.”

A quiet comes between you two, enough to hear the rain tap against the tent and the vibration of your phone in your bag.

“Your phone’s been goin’ off ever since I found you. Seems like someone’s quite worried.” You turn to face Milo to respond, only to catch him trying to pull his head through a dry shirt. His well-built chest and torso were rather exposed, you could tell that he regularly does physical work to have that physique. Your eyes can’t help but notice he has some freckles on his shoulders and in the center of his chest. You felt a wave of heat travel through your body as you quickly looked back away.

“O-oh do you think so?”

“Are you not gonna to check?”

He continues to rustle around, and you have a permanent blush trying to not think of him changing his pants. You attempt thinking sobering thoughts, about the amount of worry Sonia and Leon must be feeling right now, not if his freckles trail all the way down his body.

You let out a long breath after pausing to think of what to say. “Milo I…” Your voice trembles and you can feel the emotion rising to your eyes. “I messed up. I really just… made a mess of things.” Putting your hands to your face, you try to calm your breathing, but it doesn’t seem to help much.

A gentle weight places itself on your shoulder.

“May I?” Milo asks softly.

Nodding, you turn to him, rubbing at your face as he lightly rubs your shoulder, now in dry clothing with a small green towel hanging from his neck. “You always seem to catch me at my low moments, I must seem like such a bummer.” “I don’t think that at all. Not one bit.”

You look at him through your hands and misting eyes, and he has that genuine, reassuring expression. You try to smile, if only to show that you appreciate the positive energy he is sharing with you.

“C’mon, you can tell me all about it.” He turns to small gas stove, which he must have brought out while he fished for his new clothes. It was big enough to hold a small kettle, which he poured water in from a canteen. It also looked like he had a paring knife and shallow bowl set next to him. “I’ll prepare your tea while you do.”

You’re not really sure where to begin, and you don’t necessarily want to gossip about Leon and Sonia to Milo. In a way, you didn’t want to disturb the gentle warmth he radiated.

“Well, after I met you, I decided to take Wooloo on an adventure.” Milo would look up and nod every once in a while as you spoke, just to show you he was still listening while peeling and cutting the roots. “My cousin, Gloria, she just got her first Pokemon. So did her neighbor friend, and they both were determined to enter the Gym Challenge. I figured, if someone so young could set out into the unknown, why can’t I? It was a good excuse to get out of Postwick and see the rest of the country. I didn’t know really what I was doing- well, I mean, I still don’t know what I’m doing, but I figured, I had I fight my fear of failing and just try.”

Saying all that out loud reminded you of how you were planning on returning to Postwick. Was that still the best thing to do?

“It’s brave of you to step outside of your comfort zone. You should be proud of yourself!” Milo regards you with another smile, lifting the top of the kettle to check that the water was boiling. Satisfied, he carefully slid the chopped root into the kettle with the edge of his knife and replaced the lid.

You feel a bit bashful. “Are you always this encouraging to everyone?”

In your mind it was supposed to be a whisper, but Milo clearly heard you given his stammering. “N-no, it’s just, y’know, the nice thing to do! It’s part of my j-” He’s clearly blushing, and you can tell he’s trying use the towel to hide the color in his cheeks.

Milo’s reaction makes you chuckle a bit, it’s satisfying to see that he’s not completely composed and measured all the time.

“Anyway!” Is that a bit of a pout you see? “I guess you made it out here because you’re on your way to Motostoke for the opening ceremony? Are you joining the challenge too?”

His eyebrows raise a little as you shake your head.

“Honestly, I don’t really know much about the Gym Challenge. I don’t think I’m really that strong, or if I’m any good at battling or training Pokemon. It’s not that fun seeing them get hurt… But I do like spending time with them though! With Wooloo, and Yamper, and now Vanillite. I feel they all want to be with me, like they just know I’m someone they like.” You say that last part a little quieter. “And when I set out with new friends, and new Pokemon, all I could think about was the memories we would make together.”

That faint smile returns to Milo’s lips as he tips the kettle, pouring the tea into two ceramic tumblers the color of sage. “Sounds wonderful to me.” He slowly picks up one of the cups by the rim and moves it towards you. It’s a wonder how delicate his hands are despite their size. “Careful now, it’s hot.” You take it from him, brushing fingers with him as you do. If he noticed you blushing from that, he doesn’t show it. “It’s quite bitter, but it’ll heal ya up right quick, I promise!” He picks up his tea and gestures it towards you. “To good health!”

For a few moments all one could hear was the rain and the both of you blowing on your tea to cool it down. When you heard more vibrating, you reached into your bag and set it to silent before returning to the task at hand.

Milo looks between you and your bag a few times. “You sure you don’t wanna answer it?”

“I will have to eventually, and when I do it’ll make me sad.” You blow on your tea a couple more times. “I’d rather enjoy this moment with you right now.” He looks down towards the tea in his lap, enough for his cap to cover his face. “I’m enjoyin’ this moment with y-you too.”

It’s your turn to offer him a smile. “Milo?”

“Y-yes??” He looks up to you, seeming a bit distracted.

“Do you believe in fortune-telling?”

Milo is caught off-guard with that question, tilting his head as he tries to puzzle out what you mean. “Hmm, well, my Gran reads my tea leaves whenever I visit. There are times I think my Wooloo’s sleeping arrangements can predict the weather. And my family gives each other good luck charms as gifts all the time. So a little I suppose!”

You reach into your bag, feeling around for something in particular. “I talked to a fortune-teller before I left on this trip, and she offered to read my fortune. I wanted to know what my adventure was going to be like. Know what she said?” Milo tilts his head again in curiosity when you look to him. “That I’m going to find love when I least expect it.”

“R-really?” His green eyes blink a few times as he processes what you just said so forwardly. “Ain’t that somethin’…” Milo leans into his towel again. “Didn’t know someone could go on an adventure lookin’ for love like that.” He desperately tries to busy himself, deciding to refill your cups with tea as he avoids eye contact.

Your hand finally finds what’s you’re looking for, and you pull out a bundle of sticks wrapped in a worn silk scarf. “I do a bit of fortune-telling myself. Or really, I like to do some self-reflection.” You place it between the two of you and unfold the silk, letting the small sticks roll out a bit. “These are yarrow sticks.”

“Yarrow, huh.” He rubs his chin, intrigued.

“It’s a bit complicated to explain, but you can get messages through grasping the sticks and counting the amount you have. After you go through it a few times, it indicates special symbols that will give you your fortune.” You look up to Milo, who is giving you his attention and looks mystified. “As thanks for saving me, can I read your fortune?”

He nods eagerly. “Only if you wanna, of course! You don’t owe me anythin’.” You smile again and begin the process, closing your eyes, picking up a bunch of the yarrow, then counting them. “This does take a bit, how about you tell me a story? What are you doing out here in the Wild Area?”

“Well,” Milo considers his words. “Mostly for training really. Thought I could use some extra practice with my Pokemon. Been swamped with work and haven’t had as much time for battlin’.”

“So you’re not just a Wooloo rancher, you’re also a Pokemon trainer?”

You’re not looking up at him, but you could tell Milo was stumbling over what to say.

“Th-that’s right, yeah. And with the Gym Challenge starting up ‘n all, there’s gonna be a lot more fightin’ ‘round these parts. The Wooloo have been hoggin’ all my attention lately that my other Pokemon are gettin’ a tad jealous.”

“I can imagine Pokemon and people alike fighting for your attention. You have that kind of aura.”

“I-is that so?? I’m not sure, just a regular ol’ lad here. Nothin’ special!”

You find his consistent modesty rather charming. It’s not hard to imagine Milo’s genuine nature attracting a lot of people. He must have his hands full. Looking up to him for a second, seeing his gaze cast down to his fidgeting fingers, you reply simply with “I’ll have to disagree with that.” You’re not entirely what’s going on with him, but for a man of his size he tries to hide himself often. You enjoy his reactions and earnest manner, which makes you want to get to know him better. “Are you ready for your fortune?”

“Yes!” He says maybe a little too eagerly, staring down at the different piles of sticks. “So you arranged ‘em into piles of different amounts. And they all line up to mean somethin’?”

You nod and stare intently, counting the different lines and trying to remember your studies. “It describes your current situation, a catalyst for change, and how that will influence the future.”

He nods some more, looking up and down the row of piles.

“It looks like… right now, you’re going to be a part of a gathering. Where you’re a leader of some sort.”

Milo fumbles the cup in his hand, panicking a little trying to catch it and not splash tea all over the place.

“Is everything alright??” You ask, alarmed at the sudden reaction.

“Y-yes, sorry, I just wasn’t expectin’,” He gulps. “this to be so precise ‘n all.”

You give him a bit of a puzzled look and he rubs the back of his neck with an apologetic smile. Maybe it’s better to let him tell you the details on his own time.

“Hmm, well, the emphasis is on feeling tasked to bring people together. But eventually, that will change.”

Milo leans in some, curious to hear what you have to say and amazed these simple sticks could conjure up such meaning.

“It seems like you’re being indecisive about something, and that’s creating confusion. The people around you are expecting more action, but you’re unsure of your social standing.”

He doesn’t say anything, but the intense look in his eyes tells you that the reading is really sinking deep. This is the first time you’ve seen him look so serious.

“Because of that, it looks like you will follow a new path, or really, a new person. While it seems like you should be the one leading, you have to learn what it’s like to let someone else take the lead for you. The main piece of advice is: be completely open and sincere. Though it can be tough, that is the best way to navigate your relationships during this change.”

Milo seems to be struck by the message you delivered. You allow a few moments to pass, folding your hands in your lap as he contemplates the meaning.

You hear a buzzing noise of a Rotom Phone, but you know it’s not yours. Milo sits up and looks you in the eyes. “Thank you for this, it was a wonderful gift. Plenty food for thought.” He reaches into one of the pockets of his camping bag. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I have to check this.”

Nodding, you gather all your yarrow back up and bundle it with the silk it came in. You’ll have to remember to thank your auntie for putting this in your bag, it’s your favorite keepsake of your grandmother’s.

Milo is scrolling through something on his phone with a faint smile on his face.

“Good news?” You ask, putting the sticks back into your bag.

“I just got sent these!” He shows you his phone with what looks like pictures from a photoshoot. A striking woman is in all of them, posing confidently in different swimwear outfits. She clearly gorgeous, must be a model for fashion magazines. “It’s my girlfriend Nessa, isn’t she so cool?”

Oh.

You start to feel embarrassed, as all the attention you were getting from Milo made you feel a little special. But you should have caught on by now that it’s likely he’s attentive to everyone. That’s just the kind of guy he is.

“She’s beautiful, what a lucky guy you are!” It’s unclear how sincere you sounded, but you hoped it was enough. For the second time today, you’re not sure why you’re feeling as strongly as you do. Milo, at least, seems oblivious to the emotional rollercoaster you’re on, so you’re able to small talk some more before he suggests both of you going to sleep.

“We can begin hiking towards Motostoke in the mornin’, should only take us about a day or so more travel. Then you can meet back up with your cousin and see her in the openin’ ceremony!” He explained as you both slide into your sleeping bags. “Nessa’ll be there too, I hope you get to meet her!”

You turned your back to him as he puts out the lantern. For some reason, you’re not as excited as he is to arrive in Motostoke. A few moments pass in silence before you find what you want to say.

“Thank you for saving me Milo. I know you just think it was the right thing to do, and it was nothing but… It means a lot to me. I hope to be able to be there for you when you need help.”

There are some shuffling sounds, what you guess to be Milo shifting in his sleeping bag. You feel his gaze from behind, but he doesn’t make any moments towards you at all.

“You already have been.”

You both wish each other goodnight. It took you a bit longer to fall asleep that usual, even with how exhausted you were, because Milo’s presence was nearby. He kept shifting around too, but since your back was towards him, you could only speculate why. The rain continued to beat against the tent, eventually lulling you into a deep sleep.

~*~*~*~

A soft humming weaved among the sound of rain, guiding you into the waking world. Your eyes slowly opened and take in the scenery, trying to remember where you are. At first the man nearby you seems like someone from a dream, but you remember it’s Milo. He’s in his own world peeling and slicing apples, balancing his phone on a knee and every once in a while looking to it as he arranges the fruit on plates. He has such a boyish look but a wise air about him, and you find the contrast appealing. It’s clear Milo has such consideration to his strength, and pays careful attention to how he interacts with the world. Just makes you want to get to know him a little better.

You must have shifted around or had your breath pick up, because Milo looked over to you and noticed you were awake. He offers you a smile.

“Mornin’ sunshine.”

A part of you flutters a bit hearing that. Drawing yourself up into a sitting position, you let out a short yawn. “Morning~”

“I didn’t wake you, did I? Jus’ thought it would be nice to have a little bite of somethin’ before we left.” While he did have a bit of softness to his voice, it seemed like he was wide awake.

“Not at all.” You were going to tease him about his singing, but decided you should be more cordial with a taken man. “What’s cookin’?”

“Just some apples from the grove!” He hands you a plate of apple slices after you move from your sleeping bag and over towards him. “It’s best to save the real cookin’ for when we’re able to get outta this rain and set up a campfire.” He takes a bite out of an apple slice, chewing as he thinks through something. “How’s your leg feelin’?”

You move around and bend your leg. “It’s definitely feeling better! Still feels a little numb at times, like my leg has fallen asleep. But your magic seems to be working!”

After chatting a bit more over apples, you both get ready to leave and break down Milo’s tent. He’s able to locate a path that would take you both northeast through the Dappled Grove towards West Lake Axewell.

Soon into your walk, it’s clear that your leg isn’t back up to 100% capacity. While you didn’t really feel any pain, you noticed it didn’t have the quickest reaction time, leading you to stumble a few times whenever there was uneven footing. You try to play it off as being clumsy, but Milo notices what’s going fairly quickly. He moves to your right side and extends his left arm towards you.

“Here ya go, hold onto me for support.”

It is shocking to you how he says this with a completely straight face, not thinking about how your skin is going to touch his, how you’ll feel each other’s body heat as you inevitably press up against him, how to a stranger in the distance it’ll look like the both of you are-

Before the moment can completely pass, you slip your hand around his bicep, completely flushed. As you walk, each time you feel like you’re going to stumble, you’re able to shift your weight into him. His sturdy build barely moves whenever you do, he even whistles a bit during the quieter moments of your journey. It’s like all of this is natural to him.

It’s still raining in the Dappled Grove, but it starts to ease into a drizzle along your journey. Eventually you both come across a serene pond surrounded by large, flat rocks. Milo helps you down on one of the rocks to rest, and says he wants to scout the rest of the area to make sure it’s safe. “There’s Bewear ‘round these parts, and that’s a critter I wouldn’t want us to run into.”

He leaves you with the quiet sound of rain hitting the pond next to you. The ripples are almost calming, hypnotizing even. Leaves and flower petals float along the surface. As you look, you start to notice that the leafy pads of the pond are actually Pokemon, whose blue bodies are underwater. There’s a group of them floating with each other on the far end of the pond, squirting streams of water at each other and making what you assume to be giggling noises. They didn’t look to be putting too much effort into dodging each other, rather allowing the force of the water sprays push them toward and away from each other. After your encounter with the Seismitoad, you can’t help but smile at seeing the more playful side of Pokemon.

Until a stream of water hits you straight in the face.

You sputter a bit, surprised because this didn’t come from the group you were watching, but a lone one hanging by your side of the pond. It giggles shyly at your reaction. “Well two can play at that game miss!” You grab your water bottle, take a swing, and squirt back at the Pokemon. Yours was weaker and smaller, but she still let out noises that made it seem like she was entertained. You both went back and forth with your antics until you heard a soft chuckle nearby from behind you.

“Havin’ fun?”

You jump a little at Milo’s voice, and feel your cheeks heat up knowing he probably watched you act silly for bit there. He settled down next to you on the edge of the pond, offering a finger for the Pokemon to brush against.

“Do you know what kind of Pokemon this is? I don’t think I’ve seen any in Alola.” You smile at how naturally she seems to warm up to Milo.

“It’s a Lotad! Very calm and sweet Pokemon. I train with one of its evolutions sometimes.” He smiles a bit as she floats a bit in a circle. “Alright we should go now. How ‘bout you go swim with your friends?”

The Lotad gives a look to the others and then looks away, floating towards you instead.

“Aww it looks like she’s feeling a bit left out. I know how that feels.” Lotad begins to crawl out of the pond next to you.

“Seems to me that Lotad has taken a shine to ya!” Milo fishes out a green bean and hands it to you.

You smile as she allows you to feed her. “I really enjoy it when a Pokemon seems to pick me out. It’s nice to be noticed.”

Milo shifts his weight, but doesn’t say anything.

“I wish there was a way to catch a Pokemon without battling it.”

“Sometimes you can!” Milo pulls out one of his Pokeballs. “You see, all that matters is when this button here,” He gestures to the knob at the front. “presses against the Pokemon you wish to capture. If the Pokemon accepts your ownership, then it’s easy as pie and they’re snug in their Pokeball! But most Pokemon like bein’ free, so you have to weaken them first in order to catch ‘em.” He hands you the Pokeball. “How ‘bout you see how she feels?”

You look to the Lotad and hold the Pokeball out to her. “What do you say? Would you like to come along with me? There’s a whole bunch of friends who’d be happy to meet you!” The Pokemon takes one final look at the others deeper in the pond, and then nudges at the Pokeball. With a flash it opens and soon the Lotad is in the ball. With a couple light shakes, the ball clicks and it seems like she’s ready to be one of your Pokemon.“Wow you’re right!” You hold up the Pokeball, amazed that it happened. “I always thought you had to take Pokemon by force.”

“Usually, that’s the case.” Milo has his hand at his chin, looking like he’s really thinking about something. “But it looks like you naturally attract Pokemon! I noticed that with the Wooloo I gave you. Technically, we’d have to do something more official, like me releasing and then you capturing him. But he just went right over to you and accepted you as his trainer.”

You giggle a bit. “That one is still attached to my hip, I’ll be surprised if he ever wants to do anything but cuddle.” Sliding the Pokeball into your bag, you shoulder it on and stand up from where you were lounging. “I bet he’s going to be so happy to see you!”

Milo smiles as he lends out his arm again, which you take. His demeanor hasn’t changed at all, nothing is awkward about how he is around you. When you try to imagine Leon doing the same thing, it’s like he would get hives and pass out from so much physical contact with you.

“It looks like the coast is clear for the rest of the way outta here. And the rain lets up in the direction we’re headed.” You’re reminded that it’s still drizzling as water collects and drips off the edge of his cap. “I’m sure you’d like to be near a warm cozy fire right about now!”

“With you? Of course.” It’s your turn to smile when Milo mumbles a sort of thanks.

You feel like, maybe, this adventure is worth going on after all.

#milo x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon sword and shield imagines #pokemon milo imagines #pokemon milo #pokemon swsh imagines #a bundle of yarrow #fanfiction #fic

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gear-project · 4 years ago

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The TRUTH

I suppose with everything that has happened, everyone wants to hear the Truth from me.

The Truth is, I was born and raised on the South Side of Milwaukee, in a mixed hotpot of cultures, ethnicities, and backgrounds. Everything from Hispanic to Greek to Hmong to Afro-American to Polish to German, Canadian, and everything in-between.

I was raised by my parents not to categorize people by what they looked like, not to call them by any specific color or race or category or label. Not out of some twisted sense of disrespect for their ethnicity or background history, but as a means of treating everyone EQUALLY, as friends, neighbors, and family.

The South Side (my own "South Town") was where I met many friends of all types, some of whom have stayed my friends throughout the years fortunately. I even have family who married in to roots from Haiti and had kids.

I've even had close friends in college open up to me about being Gay, even had a Gay roommate, and I accepted all of them. Because People are PEOPLE. They're living beings, each with Souls of their own.

--But, I suppose that's not the Truth you're here for.

The truth is, back in 2000 or so when I first bought Guilty Gear X for the first time, I knew absolutely nothing about the series back then. All I heard were head-canons and rumors. People treated Ky Kiske like a gender-swapped girl, or they treated characters like Dizzy, Millia, and Jam like sex objects.

None of this misinformation matched what I found in the GGX Instruction Manual that was included with the PS2 disc I had bought. Nor did I question the accuracy of the manual's translation, or if the localization team behind the game manuals of GG1 and GGX (thanks to Atlus/Sega) had some kind of twisted "ulterior motive" when they presented the game's story to me. Nope. I just accepted every aspect of what was officially presented to me. They had no reason to lie, of course.

And, at the time, I had no idea expanded content like the Guilty Gear Bible even existed... because it was Japanese exclusive content, so of course I wouldn't know, not knowing the language at the time.

On the other hand, I came to grow frustrated with the game's fanbase community who loved to perpetuate their head-canons and "fan lies".

I swore to myself that I would get to the TRUTH behind Guilty Gear's story... as the honest, humble, naive gamer that I was. This was before I learned of Ed Chang's GameFAQs guides or anything else that had ever been written.

--But, I guess that's not the Truth you're looking for.

The truth is, around May 2012 when I first created my Blog, while I had some experience translating and consulting with friends on the accuracy of translation for the Night of Knives Drama CDs and working on a script for GG Judgement, I was never the first person to call myself "Lore Expert" or Lore Master", or anything of the sort.

It was other people who called me this, don't ask me why, they just did. I adopted the idea of being a "Lore Expert" mainly as a beacon to help anyone looking to know about Guilty Gear to find it... it wasn't out of some twisted means to brag about what I knew, or to say I'm a Know-it-All, or that I'm hording knowledge over others.

My sole intention was to share information on Guilty Gear. Nothing more, nothing less.

This was not out of some twisted desire to spin my own "narrative" on GG. Even with regard to obscure character backgrounds like that of Raven's, the story left a ton of hints to peripheral information that one only need look up on the internet to learn more about, like Raven's connection to the Original Crusades.

And even if you left out the peripheral tidbits, much less side story content, the overall narrative of GG remains unchanged. Even the recent Manga released by Sumeragi contains enough bare-bones information for anyone to pick up on the story. Whether you want to learn more, that's entirely up to you as a fan.

--But, I guess that's not the Truth you want to hear.

The truth is, I grew very TIRED of the abuse I had received from the community. Anonymous potshots on Twitter, reflexive insults with no willingness to communicate, "Kill Yourself" death threats, disassociations, and endless rumors about the "twisted villainous icon" of whom I supposedly was, constantly discrediting me.

No one knew who I really am, not as a person, not as an individual. Nor did they care about my feelings or true intentions.

As a result of my depression and anxiety from all this, I went completely off-grid for several days, nearly a week.

I needed time to re-evaluate myself, my motivations towards this game series, along with trying to come to terms with a fanbase that has somehow been gripped by endless fear, suspicion, blind hatred, and in particular, selfish SPITE.

People who consume and beg for roster characters without giving back to the community, while constantly demanding unreasonable perfection on the developers; people who criticize translations and translators without even trying to sympathize or understand how hard the work is themselves; people who have the talent but not the willingness to share their knowledge or content in other languages besides their native country; people who project their own agendas and perpetuate false rumors of others, heartless and hateful, setting traps for every good intention.

In truth, I cried myself to sleep over the anxiety and fear of having to face such a community ever again.

I lamented my fear, questioned myself, consulted with family and even God himself, and took some time away from one of the few things that I had once and still held very dear to me.

Perhaps because of the fact I had at least one person, a family member, a neighbor, in my corner to speak with... while I felt so miserable it would have broken me, I was given some pieces of wisdom:

"If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first." --Jesus, the Christ (John 15:18, the Bible)

"The Truth is only as big as those willing to believe in it." --Frau (07 Ghost Children)

"Death is not a choice. Death is giving up. I choose to live, slowly and painfully. At least for now." --"That Man" (Asuka R. Kreutz to Baiken)

----But, if, after all of this, if this wasn't the Truth you were looking for from me, then perhaps the truth you seek relates to how you perceive and interpret it.

My inbox is still open, and I will continue to discuss and analyze GG Lore (even with my limited knowledge) as a fan, as someone who has and will continue to love this game series... But I am still a living, vulnerable, Human Being.

If you cannot acknowledge that Truth or Respect it, do not expect me to acknowledge the "truth" as you "view" it.

To Regular Readers/Followers: I'm still on Hiatus, so give me some time to recover. Thanks for always supporting/understanding! You mean the world to me.

#FAQ #Thanks and I'm Sorry #GP is Tired #I am Sad

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skylarmoon71 · 5 years ago

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Harrison Wells x Reader- Chapter 4 (Final)

You hummed along to a tune in your head, a cup of coffee in your hand as you bounced through the halls of S.T.A.R Labs. It was the afternoon, Cisco had a date with gypsy, Caitlin was off covering some research and Barry was probably somewhere following Iris around like a puppy dog. You were grateful for the space, now you could have some well deserved one on one time with Harry. It was tough, with your workload at the hospital, and Central City constantly being attacked by metahumans, there was rarely any down time for you and Harry.

The sadder part was that not much happened after you both admitted your feelings. You hadn’t even kissed yet. You didn’t pay much mind to it though. This was still pretty new, and he was from another earth. Maybe dating was different on their earth. You kept telling yourself that because Harry hadn’t really made much of a move on you. Which was weird because he was the take charge type. Aside from longing looks from across the room and cute smiles exchanged between you two, there wasn’t much going on.

As slow as you were willing to take it, three months had passed. He should have at least tried to kiss you by now.

“(Y/N).” you jumped, turning at the person calling to you.

“Detective West.” you smiled. “You startled me.” He smiled back.

“Well you were standing there just spacing out for a good few seconds. I just came to grab some paperwork Barry left here.” he moved over to the desk, picking up a box. When he got it he titled his head. “Well enjoy the rest of your evening. “

When he said that and got no response he just looked at you. You blinked and then answered. “O-Oh yes, thank you. “ you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear moving to sit down and gather your thoughts. Joe seemed a bit conflicted to leave now. “Is everything okay, you look a bit off?”

“That obvious huh.” you laughed. He nodded, moving closer, he braced the box on the table giving you a comforting look.

“What’s bothering you?” you didn’t know how to phrase this in a way that wouldn’t make the entire conversation awkward, so you just flat out said it.

“Harry he..he hasn’t really done anything yet. I feel like I made my feelings known and he did too yet, we’re at a sort of impasse.” Joe understood. You could see the gears turning in his head.

“Well, if I’m being honest, in the time I’ve known him he’s not been the most socially adapted person. It took a while for us to even tolerate each other. Chances are he wants to be more intimate with you, but he isn’t sure how. I think you just need to let him know what you want. Hints are already hard for us regular guys to pick up on, so for him it might be near impossible. “ you almost burst out a laugh.

“That’s true.” you said trying to contain your smile. You knew Joe was a pillar of wisdom, but what Barry told you didn’t do him justice. You were glad you could confide in him. It didn’t even make you uncomfortable. Somehow it felt like a parent-child conversation. The guy oozed paternal energy. “Thank you, really. “ Joe nodded, lifting the box.

“Always here to help!” he called while walking out the building. With your recent advice you figured you’d go and do just that. If you didn’t tell Harry what you wanted, you were positive this would go on for the next three months. You couldn’t have that. You picked up your coffee, moving to go and find the brooding scientist.

Just as you stepped into the hallway, a flash of lightning caught your view. You almost fell back on your butt. Your eyes moved to where the red suited hero was laying on the ground screaming in pain. You tossed your coffee rushing over to him.

“F-Flash what’s wrong!!” Your eyes caught an arrow that was lodged into his stomach. You pulled out your phone dialing Caitlin.

“C-Caitlin get everyone to the lab now, s-something's wrong with Flash!” she didn’t stay on long enough to ask questions. You dropped your phone trying to console him. From what Cisco once told you he had incredible healing abilities so why weren’t they working. The more he moved the more blood seemed to come out of his wound.

“(Y/N)!!” Harry had his gun in hand, he lowered it when he saw you on the floor with Barry.

“I don’t know what’s wrong he isn’t healing!” you were panicked. Harry reached over pulling off his cowl. Your eyes widened at the face of the person behind the mask. You looked up at Harry in confusion and he gave you a look. Probably saying you would discuss it later. You felt stupid, how did you not put the pieces together. All the clues were there. Barry was crying now.

“P-Please get it out..” he begged. The blood was pooling below him. If you didn’t do something quick it might be too late.

“H-Harry..” you couldn’t bare to see him in so much pain. You knew you told Harry you wouldn’t use your powers recklessly, but this was Barry, your friend. Harry nodded.

“It’s okay (Y/N).” Harry turned back, hands gripping the edge of the arrow. “One three we’re going to remove it okay Allen.” Barry just whimpered, barely conscious.

“One, Two, Three!” Harry yanked it out and Barry yelled. You stared in horror at how large the other end was. There was a small blinking light on the end. Your eyes looked back when you saw how pale Barry’s skin looked. He was letting out shallow breaths.

“His healing is delayed, he should be recovering. “ Harry’s statement made you a bit unnerved.

“Shit!” you made quick work, hands outstretched. A red light emitted from his body. There were also sparks that followed. You just watched, slowly you could see the wound in his stomach closing up. The red light that left his body ran through your own. You felt a bit dizzy. When the wound was no longer there you lowered your hands, putting them in front of you on the ground to keep you upright. Your heart was pounding in your chest unnaturally. Your eyes wouldn’t focus.

“Breathe, breathe.” you tried coaxing yourself.

“(Y/N)!!!” when your gaze finally cleared you were shocked to see Barry sitting up. He looked a bit guilty. You waved him off before he could even speak. “Don’t give me that look, it’s fine. I understand why you didn’t say anything. “ When your heart got back under control you sat up.

“So… when am I going to get a suit?” your question made a grin stretch on Barry’s face as he pushed your shoulder playfully.

“That was a close one, that arrow was pretty bad. But everything had healed nicely.” When Caitlin was done with her observation Iris stepped forward fretting over Barry. You stifled a giggle. Cisco was examining the arrow. “This is really something. There was a power dampening chip inside. It explains why you couldn’t heal, especially this size. The effects must have lingered because of how long it stayed in your body. You’re lucky it didn’t rupture to many vital organs.” Barry nodded. “Yeah, I was just investigating a lead. I didn’t even see it coming. “

“Well be more careful next time, you’re fast, not invincible.” you added.

“Exactly.” Iris agreed. You could tell from her tone she was about to give him another lecture. When they talked you moved closer to Harry. You bumped his shoulder slightly, looking up at him. He smiled down at you. “Harry, thank you for trusting me. I know it’s probably not easy for you every time I use my abilities. “ Harry shook his head. “You were right before. I know you can handle yourself, I can’t say I love seeing you hunched over in pain, but I can’t ask you to give up something that defines you. It would be the same as telling Allen to stop being The Flash.”

“Yeah, how did I not figure that out!” he chuckled. “Most of the city still doesn’t know so don’t feel bad.” You grinned. For a moment the both of you just continued to stare at each other. You thought for sure he would do something. He didn’t though. His eyes fell and he looked like he was about to step away.

“Harry.” he stopped, gaze moving back to you. “Please kiss me.” you could tell from the stunned look in his eyes he didn’t see that coming. You weren’t sure what was going through that big brain of his, but you just wanted him to know that he was enough. Maybe the entire time he just felt like you didn’t want him making any advances. You don't know what it was. And you didn’t care. Whatever insecurities he had you would squash them once and for all.

“I’ve been very straight about what I want Harry, I want you. So please just kiss m-” you didn’t get a chance to finish. He leaned in pressing a searing kiss to your lips. You pressed back into the desk at the sudden action, hands reaching up to grasp at anything. They finally settled on his chest. He stepped forward, one hand swiping the contents of the desk unto the floor.

“Hey!!” Cisco protested. Harry ignored. His hands gripped at your thighs, lifting you unto the desk. When you were comfortably seated he slipped between your legs, still kissing you hungrily. You moaned at the insistent way his lips moved against your own, as if he’d been starved of your taste. The audience in the backward quickly realized that neither of you looked like you were stopping anytime soon. They started to slip out, Cisco was the first to dive through the door.

“Don’t forget protection!!” his warning fell on deaf ears. Harry was still pawing at you. When your lips finally separated you were sucking in heavy breaths. Harry’s lips moved to your neck, pressing heated kisses to every inch of skin he could. “You..have no idea..how much I’ve been holding back..” he mumbled between kisses.

“I-I think I have any idea..” you whispered. His eyes moved back to yours. The gleam that shone made your heart skip a beat. “This entire time I was wondering why you didn’t even kiss me. I guess we were both reading the situation wrong. “ His palms caressed your cheek.

“It’s a bit difficult for me to show how I feel sometimes. I wasn’t sure if you were comfortable with this level of intimacy. There are so many differences between my earth and this one. I didn’t want to make a mistake that would jeopardize our relationship.”

That made sense. At that moment you realized just how thoughtful Harry really was. He was willing to hold out just to make sure you were comfortable. He really did surprise you.

“Next time let’s talk like adults okay. Don’t just make a decision like that on your own. I was honestly doing the same. I thought this would be hard for you so I was waiting for you to make a move.”

He smirked. “And that I did. “ you blushed remembering your position. He really did. It caught you completely off guard. You wouldn’t say it to his face though. His ego didn’t need any more boosts. Although maybe you didn’t have to. He could read you like a book.

You broke eye contact, looking over at the items he threw on the floor. It took you a while to recognize that everyone else already left. When your eyes reconnected with Harry’s you swallowed at the hungry look in his eyes.

“Damn...” from the looks of it, you weren’t leaving S.T.A.R Labs anytime soon.

#harrisonxreader #speedster #readerinsert #metahumans #love #healing #barryallen #flash #cisco ramon #joewest #caitlinsnow #doctor #crimefighting #earth2 #starlabs #cortex #herocomplex #harrison wells x reader #harrywellsxreader

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ververa · 5 years ago

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Sugar

Okay, so since I rarely write for Tammy I decided to mix a few different ideas/requests in this one work. It’s going to be a bit longer. By longer I mean like 3 or so parts. Also, I’m awfully sorry it’s taking me so long, but for some unknown reason I don’t like it and keep on rewriting, which takes A LOT OF TIME.

Here is part one. I hope you enjoy it <3

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Tammy x Fem!reader

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You had never been an enthusiast of changes. They were always scaring you, as you considered them a threat to your perfectly organised world. You were a perfectionist who always had everything planned in advance. Every day – was always neatly organised. You were always busy and your schedule was full of different activities. But as long as you had everything under control, you had time for everything. Work, gym, parties, relax and rest – but no surprises. Your life was pretty normal. You got bored with the routine, of course, but only at times. You knew that this feeling would disappear and you weren’t going to change anything in your life. For, why change something that works? You believed that well organised time was the key to the success. You made peace and neatness basic component parts of your lifestyle. And any kind of mess or disorder was unacceptable. You were an achiever type – always goal-oriented, not letting yourself be distracted by anything or anyone.

So, if someone had ever told you that love would come into your life when you less expect it, you wouldn’t have believed them. Yet, it befell to you. You happened to be there – in the time and place. Would you call it right? Definitely not. Was it unexpected? Hell yes.

She befell to you. The gorgeous blonde came into your life like a hurricane – turning upside down everything you had had in a perfect order. You were always prepared for everything. Your natural gift for planning and the ability to act under pressure, for sure were helpful. Yet, the car crash was totally unexpected.

You had just finished your work and were on your way back home, when she bumped into your car.

Well, actually it was you who bumped into the back of her car, for she appeared on your way from nowhere. You were driving way too fast to manage and break in time.

The hit was not only sudden, but also quite hard and you ended up with your head hitting first the steering wheel and then the seat back.

“Jesus fuck! What the hell?!” you yelled trying to comprehend what had happened

You unfastened your seatbelt and got out of the car. You examined the car, which front part was badly damaged. You already knew that the repair would not only cost a lot, but also would take long time. You were sore and the realisation of how serious the crash was only annoyed you more. It made your blood boiled.

“What the hell, arsehole?! Are you blind or did you win your driving licence in a packet of crisps?!” you yelled sure that the other driver’s a man

It’s impossible to say how surprised you were, when it turned out that it was actually a woman. A very attractive one.

She immediately began rambling some explanations and apologies, but you were sure she said nothing. It was hard to say whether it was the result of the hit or just the way her appearance affected you. Though, you weren’t angry any more. You were struck by her. Her beautiful blonde hair, big brown eyes staring at you apologetically and her natural cuteness. Even your ruined plan for the rest of the day didn’t matter any more.

She was talking – constantly apologising and saying she would pay for the repair. But you didn’t react. You were just standing and looking at her – wondering how could you be even mad at someone so cute.

“A-are you alright?” she asked worriedly

“W-what? Yeah. I’m fine. Perfectly fine…” you said, but as you did so you felt dizzy

“Oh my God!”

“I’m not a God” you chuckled feeling a bit unstable

“No… I… You’re bleeding”

“W-what?” you touched your nose and looked at your fingers only to see a lot of blood

Right now? Really? You rolled your eyes

“Great” you muttered searching for something you could rely on, so as not to collapse

The woman quickly came closer to you seeing you’re about to fall. She held you up and helped you sit down at the back seat of her car.

“Don’t move. I’ll take some tissues”

You nodded trying to stop the bleeding with your hand, which of course did not work at all.

“Here you are” she said giving you a tissue

“Thank you” you took it with your shaking hand

“Let me help you” the blonde took another tissue and carefully wiped the blood from your face “I’ll call an ambulance”

“No, no. There is no need to…” you choked “It’s not the first time… It happens when I got too nervous. I’ll be fine” you explained quickly

“Are you sure? I can call my friend and she’ll drive us to the hospital”

“No. Really. Thank you”

“Okay. I’ll then call the breakdown service. You don’t move and stay here”

You nodded in response.

After 20 minutes the car hauler arrived, but you were still too dizzy to do anything. However, the woman took care of everything. She even contacted your insurer, so the men took both of your cars.

“Okay. Everything is done” she said “I have a replacement car, so since you don’t want to go to the hospital, I’ll drive you home. Is that alright?”

You didn’t really have a different option also you did not mind spending more time with gorgeous woman, so you agreed.

“You don’t need to do this. I’m fine” you said when she wanted to hold you up and help to the car

“Yeah. Sure. You already said you’re fine and then almost fainted. I think I’ll just help you”

“This time I really am fine”

“Well then, maybe I just want to hold you a bit longer”

You looked at her confused. Was she flirting with you?

“I’m Tammy by the way” she said helping you to the car

“I’m Y/N”

“It’s nice to meet you. Though I wish it was under different circumstances”

You got in the car. You’re about to fasten your seat belt when you noticed the confusion on Tammy’s face.

“W-what?” you asked

“Nothing” she shook her head

“What’s wrong?”

“I… Well, how do you drive it?”

“What?”

“A car with a manual gearbox…”

“You’re kidding, right?”

Tammy looked at you and blushed

“No? I mean… I got used to the automatic one, so…”

“I’ll drive” you said and moved to get out the car

“No! You’re not allowed to”

“Sorry, but one accident is enough for today”

“I can do this”

“Oh God” you whined “Please, let me drive. I’m too young to die”

“Oh come on, it can’t be that bad” she started the car “Okay… What do I do now?”

“Please, please, let me do that”

“Fine!” she sighed

“Now look” you said as you changed seats “First you start the car and then you need to press the clutch. And then you can change gear” you explained

“Okay. That doesn’t seem to be that hard”

“Well, it’s not when you practice”

Tammy laughed

“But you have the automatic gear in your car as well, don’t you?”

“You should have said I used to have one”

“Right… I’m sorry and I promise I’ll pay for the repair”

“You don’t need to. I was about to buy a new car, so…”

“Are you serious or just trying to make me feel less guilty?”

“Both?”

“You’re cute” Tammy smiled sweetly once more

You didn’t know her, but you already were sure she was the embodiment of sweetness. She was so kind and polite. And damn, so incredibly beautiful. It was hard not to stare at her, but you didn’t want to have another accident, so you focused on driving.

“Alright. That’s where I live” you said parking and then cutting the engine

“Great. I’ll walk you home then” Tammy said unfastening her seatbelt

You looked at her surprised.

“What? I need to make sure you get home safely”

“O-okay”

Tammy escorted you to the door of your apartment, which was the nicest thing somebody had done for you since a very long time.

“Thank you” you said

“Thank me? Y/N, I crashed your car. Because of me you’re bleeding and then it turned out I cannot even drive you home, because apparently I cannot drive at all. So, you really should not than me, sweetheart. Actually, I should thank you. Also I’m sorry, once again”

“You don’t need to be. Things sometimes happen”

“Will you call me tomorrow?”

“Call you?”

“Yes. I want to be sure you’re alive and okay. Or no, I’ll call you”

“Yyy... okay”

“Yeah. Good. Great… Oh, but you need to give me your number first”

“Sure. Give me your phone”

Tammy started looking for her phone in her bag, but couldn’t find it.

“Damn! It’s here a few minutes ago” she growled

“It’s okay” you tried not to laugh “I’ll just give you my business card” you took one from your bag “So, when you find your phone you can call me”

The blonde offered you one more smile before leaving.

That little accident definitely changed your life. Well, maybe it wasn’t exactly the accident, but it offender – about whom, for some weird reason, you couldn’t stop thinking.

You couldn’t really figure out why she had such an impact on you. In all your born years nobody had ever impressed you as she did. How was it even possible that a randomly met woman could make you feel like that?

It seemed that she destroyed not only your car, but also all the rules you had. You didn’t complain though. If she was going to be your sweet escape from the routine – you definitely didn’t mind. How could you say no to a little sweetness? Everyone needs some sugar in their life. Especially you, cause apparently you suffered from a lack of it.

You were stubborn, as always. You didn’t want to be needing it. But it was truly impossible to resist her beauty and cuteness. Of course all that sweetness cost you quite a lot of money and resulted in a black eye – after hitting the steering wheel, but you couldn’t care less. Her call the next day made up for all of that.

You were at the office, working on some project – when your phone rang. You looked at the screen and saw an unknown number

“Hello?” you answered

“Hi. It’s me, you know… the arsehole with driving licence from a packet of crisps”

You blushed remembering that you, indeed, called her that.

“I didn’t mean…”

“It’s okay. I’m just kidding. Never mind, I wanted to ask how are you? And if you would like to… I don’t know meet sometime. Mabe grab some coffee with me?”

Could you ever say ‘no’ to her? Obviously not. So, the very next day you were at the set place – a nice restaurant. As usually, you were there 10 minutes earlier, because you hated to be late. Though, it seemed that Tammy had a different view on being punctual and arrived almost 30 minutes late. Normally – if that were a meeting with your client or any other person, you would be angry or annoyed at least, but you weren’t, simply because it was Tammy.

The woman practically dashed into the restaurant. She approached one of the waiters – probably asking about you. You couldn’t help, but smile to yourself. She, with no doubt, was the most beautiful and well-organised mess you had ever met. Finally, Tammy spotted you and came to the table. That cute apologetic smile once again glued to her face. And her hair… The first thing you noticed was a pink clip, which was preventing her amazing locks from falling completely free.

She began to apologise, that she needed to wait for her ex to pick up the kids. That information came as a surprise. Kids? Well, you weren’t an enthusiast of that little, noisy and messy creatures either. Though instead of saying anything you only smiled and nodded. Your eloquence and self-confidence was gone when she was around and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t help it. Yet you managed to stutter a few simple words.

“Nice clip”

Tammy’s eyes widened as she realised she was still wearing that little item.

“I… Well, my daughter… We’re playing. I forgot about it. My God” she stuttered taking it off

“It suits you. You look even more cute with it”

You’re an idiot, Y/N – you chid yourself internally

“Thank you” she shook her head smiling

Well damn, you’re living to watch her like this. That adorable grin was everything you may ever asked for. You had no idea you would ever get more than that, so you cherished that little moment.

“What happened to you?” she asked pointing at the dark glasses you’re wearing

“Well, I had an accident. You know… Let’s talk about something different maybe?”

“So, what are you doing for a living?”

“Well, I’m working in an advertising agency. We’re designing advertisements and organising various events connected with that” you explained

“You must be very creative then”

You were said to be one of the best in your field, but you didn’t like to boast yourself like your colleagues did.

“I’m nothing special, I’m just doing my job”

“Beautiful, creative, talented and modest. That’s an uncommon mix” she smiled sweetly

You spent over 2 hours on talking and getting to know each other better. But you couldn’t get enough. You wanted more hours with her. It felt as if you needed it to live. Luckily for you she wanted to meet again too – actually she was the one who suggested it.

So, you met again. And again and again. Before you knew you’re seeing each other almost every day. You were pretty naive thinking you wouldn’t fall. You might have tried all you want to resist, but your heart was steadily surrendering and you couldn’t fight it. You may not believe in such abstractive things like love. You never truly did, but no matter what you had thought, you were already lost in it. There was no escape, because that gentle breeze waved its spell upon your heart.

You hated to admit it, but she really got you bad and you were unable to break that spell.

For you she was as addictive as the sweets for most of the children. She was a kind of sugar that you wanted to taste so badly. But even when you did, you were still suffering from the shortage of sweetness.

You had always sucked at relationships. Or more specifically at letting people into your life. And all that was for fear they may change it too much. You had always gone by on your own. You never really cared until you met her. This one time you truly wanted it. You were ready to undertake the risk and you didn’t plan on fleeing. Not from her.

You had never thought, not even imagined, that one day a beautiful blonde in an off-road car would appear in your life and turn it upside down. Though, in spite of what you may have thought, she wasn’t the one to beget the chaos – as changes do. Instead she brought your life to a different level. A different dimension – the complete and perfect one. She was like the missing part of the puzzle –without which your life was incomplete.

She was your own angel right from the stars. And like a thief she stole your heart. But you’re a willing victim. You let her see the parts of you that weren’t all that pretty. And surprisingly, she fixed them as if she had some kind of superpower.

It was almost the same with Tammy. She hadn’t expected to meet anyone after her divorce. At least not like that – in a car crash. But she never regretted crashing both hers and yours cars. Because if she hadn’t got distracted and had noticed your car, she would have never met you.

You were younger than her, though seemed to be calmer and more reasonable. Yet at the same time you had a completely different side – a crazy and funny one, which not everyone get to see. You were ambitious, hard-working and always had everything under control, which Tammy absolutely loved, since her life was always one big mess. With you things seemed to be easier, less complicated. There was nobody quite like you and because of that she fell for you. She gave you all her sympathy and love, not really expecting anything in return. But you were ready to give her absolutely everything. And just because she knew that, she loved you even more.

She loved having you close, because without you by her side she felt as if she was something weak. You showed her good loving and always made things better. After the divorce – all the nasty arguments and a fight, consisting of throwing shit at each other, that she had with her ex-husband – you were the one who comforted her. You were the one who picked up all her broken pieces and only thanks to you she felt more like a human again. That was precious. You were precious and without you she felt incomplete, because you were her true love.

Tammy was aware of it at the very beginning of your relationship, though she knew you had your boundaries and so as not to scare you or anything she just kept it to herself. She didn’t want to push you. She knew she wasn’t on her own, as she had kids. So, she decided it would be better to let things be and see where it all lead. She gave you time to figure out how you feel and what do you want, because that was quite a tough decision to make. For you weren’t taking only her, but a full package consisting of three people.

She let you set the peace of your relationship and you made it mercilessly slow. That’s why Tammy was over the moon when you asked her to go with you to one of the events that you’re in charge of. Finally, another step was taken and she knew you’re moving forward and that you didn’t change your mind.

The party was one of many events, organised by the company, that you had been to. Though it was different this time, because you were the one in charge of preparing everything. You couldn’t deny that you liked to be in power, so when the chance arose you took it. Another pros of that was the possibility of taking Tammy with you.

The woman was so grateful and genuinely happy that she, finally, could go out and leave the house. It’s not that she didn’t enjoy spending time at home with her kids. She loved them, of course, but everyone gets tired sometimes. Everyone gets bored and needs to do something different – simply so as not to go crazy. Moreover that was her opportunity to see what exactly you’re doing. So she gladly accepted the invitation.

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starkatana · 6 years ago

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A Romantic Comedy

You and Touya are finishing up your 2nd year at UA. Preparing for your last year at UA with the upcoming exams, internships applications, you are stressed, sleep deprived, and haven’t been eating a whole lot. Thanks to that you land yourself in the nurse’s office on bed rest and Touya comes to visit.

Touya Todoroki/Dabi x Reader

Note: Shoto is 7-years-old. You and Touya/Dabi are 17. This is an AU where Dabi is a Todoroki and Touya never became Dabi. The Todorokis are a happy family and everything is great.

“What’d you have to eat this morning?” Recovery girl asked.

“Yogurt with granola and honey with an iced tea.”

“Lunch?”

“Granola bar and water.”

“Hm,” she finishes writing and clicks her pen. “I’d like to just have you stay here and rest up taking the day off tomorrow so you can regain your strength.”

“But-“

“No buts, you’re staying in bed. Relax. Sleep. Don’t worry about school or work. Just take a break.”

You sigh and nod.

“Hey, it’s just a day, I’ve had heroes with broken bodies stay longer and still have successful careers.”

You beat yourself up inside. You were out training with your class at the USJ. You had pulled close to an all-nighter, but got a bit of sleep. It was just a normal day, you felt groggier than usual, but nothing you couldn’t handle with caffeine.

“You okay?” Touya had asked.

You nodded and waved him off. “Fine. I just need a water break.”

“Take as long as you need.”

You were finishing up some squats when you got up. Felt dizzy. Heard Touya shout your name. Then the world went black and you woke up in Recovery Girl’s office.

“By the way, you have some visitors. Would you like me to let them in?”

“Who?”

“Who do you think?” she cocked an eyebrow at you as if you hung out with anyone else. “I’ll let them in.”

“Guess who’s here?” Touya said walking into the room, quickly followed by a Shoto running in.

“Are you okay, y/n?”

“I'm fine, Sho.”

He hugs you, “I made a picture for you to help you get better soon!”

“Oh, thank you! It's very nice”

“Thanks! I also presented at school today and my teacher gave me a 10 outta 10!”

“Good job, Sho! Did Touya take you out for ice cream like he promised?”

“Mmhmm!”

“Yeah, he just couldn't wait to tell you.” He gives Sho a pat on the head. “Tell y/n what else happened.”

“Oh yeah! Look!” it was a scab on his knee, “I fell down playing with some kids in the park and I didn’t even cry at all!”

“Oh my goodness! You’re such a big boy now!”

“Yup!”

“Guess you don’t need me around to babysit anymore. Touya’s doing such a good job all on his own.”

Sho shakes his head and goes in to whisper, but not whisper, “Not really, he really needs you y/n he’s not very good at cooking or helping Natsuo with homework.”

“All right, runt.” He goes to move him out of the way.

“Wait, y/n why don’t you just heal yourself so you don’t have to be here?”

“Shoto!” Touya goes in to noogie him.

“No,” you go to stop Touya from giving the noogie. “It’s okay,” you assured him “we all have different rules to our powers. My quirk takes away physical damage, aches, and pain. I can heal a lot of wounds, but not tiredness. I’m here because I exhausted my body because I haven’t been taking care of it.”

“Yeah?”

You read the confusion on his face. “Think of it like a cold soba dish.”

“Okay!”

“So you like, carrots, and peppers on your soba.”

“And steak!”

“And steak.” you chuckle “How could I forget the steak? Now, just think about if you just ate the cold soba without any of that.”

“It’s still pretty tasty.”

“But not as tasty when you have the steak.”

Shoto nods as though he is trying to understand but not fully.

“I’m here because I haven't been giving my body enough steak.

“Okay? So your quirk heals booboos but not if you haven’t eaten enough steak?”

“Sure.” You laugh, “Something like that.”

You and Touya could see the gears moving in his little head. When Touya taps on Shoto’s back bringing him back to reality “Sho, can you go get Natsuo from the field?”

“Yup!” He hops off from the bed, “Feel better soon y/n!” and the door closed behind him.

“So, what’s the damage?”

“She wants me to stay in bed for the next day to relax.”

“Oh, easy!”

“Not easy. She wants me to not do anything tomorrow. Just sit back and relax. I don’t have time to relax! If I do, I get behind, and if I get behind, someone else gets the spot I’m working for.”

“First of all, take a breath. And second, you have to stop beating yourself up.”

You roll your eyes. “I'm just pissed that I can't do anything from bed. I can't relax because I just have so much on my mind. God! And with Recovery Girl seeing me like this there is no way I'm getting her internship next semester.”

“I don't think she's going to hold this against you. If anything she might use this as an exercise to see how well you handle the stress of not being able to do anything.”

You nod. “That makes sense.”

“So, just work on getting better and taking care of yourself that's what she's looking for.”

“Ugh, I hate you.”

”I hate you too, but I also brought you dinner.” He brings up a bag and puts it on your bed. “I know it’s not going to be fancy like the bentos you make, but the taste is there no matter what the runt says.”

“Thank you, Toys. I appreciate it.”

He nods. “No problem. I also told your parents that you’re here and my parents wish you well.”

You sniffle to keep in your tears, feeling your mouth go into a frown. You feel so guilty.

“Whoa. What’s wrong?”

“I’m so sorry Touya.” You let all your emotions spill out. “I’m so so sorry.”

“Hey.” he sits on the bed next to you and wraps his arms around you. “Don’t cry.” You hug him back letting out your tears. “There’s no need to apologize.” He reassured you.

“I’m so sorry for making you and everyone worry about me. I’m the one with the healing quirk. I’m the one that’s always supposed to be okay. Yet here I am. I’m so so sorry, Touya.”

“Hey,” He grabs you by your shoulders, “Look at me y/n.”

You reluctantly look up at him rubbing your eyes wiping away the tears.

“You are the best person and friend I know and have. You had a bad time, but it doesn’t make you any less of a person. You’re still the strongest and most hard-headed person I know. It happens to all of us. If anything, I’m sorry y/n for not helping you.”

“Touya.”

“No. I see you every day. We are literally together 24/7 and I never noticed that anything was off. I just took your word for it that you were okay. I should’ve spoken up, I should’ve said something. I’m sorry that I failed you.”

You continue to cry and pull him back into a hug. “I love you, you big super stupid dork.”

“I love you too.”

Soon after he leaves Recovery Girl rolls into the room on her computer chair with a clipboard.

”I think he’s a winner.”

“Yeah, he’s pretty great.”

“I mean you’re the ones that just exchanged: ‘I love you.’”

“Yeah.” You scoff, “Like best friends.”

“Ah.” She raises her eyebrows at you, “Okay. Friends.”

“Friends.” You try to clarify it more for yourself than her.

She smiles and with a nod, she rolls out of the room, “I’m rooting for your friendship.”

“If we got together would it help with me getting accepted as one of your interns?”

“Even if you didn’t, I’d make you an intern for the drama and romantic tension.”

You laugh, “Recovery Girl: Love Doctor.”

“Romantic comedy starring y/n and Touya Todoroki.”

You shake your head and lean back in bed. You guys exchanged I love yous before but this one felt different. No, this is crazy Touya is your best friend and has been for ages. Why was this one different? You know that you guys are going to be a part of each other lives forever. But then it crossed your mind, were you seeing yourself with Touya forever or were you just going to be the best friend/cool relative to his kids.

“Don’t think too hard about it dear! Just relax!”

“Right.” You shake your head trying to clear your mind. “Thanks!”

That night you did a little school work and minor revisions to your application essays. Nothing too drastic, but enough to feel like you got work done and to be under Recovery Girl’s version of relaxing. Getting hungry, you open Touya’s bento box and immediately just smile. It wasn’t the prettiest box, but there was a definite labor of love involved with the process.

There was rice padded to the side of the box with a poorly made cat face of seaweed and a boiled egg made to look like a rabbit, but one of the ears was broken. There was also fried chicken and a cold spinach, carrot salad. There were also a few riceballs wrapped separately in the bag. They are deformed cat heads with crooked faces. Along with a note: ‘Riceballs are for breakfast. I’ll bring lunch tomorrow. Take care.’

You take a picture of the box and send it to Touya. “Thanks, I love it.”

A few minutes later you get a facetime from Touya.

“Hello?”

“You busy?”

You shake your head no.

“Awesome, can you help Natsuo with his homework!?” and he directs the camera down at Natsuo. “Cause I can’t figure this shit out.”

“Sure.” You laugh.

-A few weeks later-

“AHHH!” you sit up from relaxing in the grass “GUESSSS WHATTTT!”

“They finally made salami flavored bubble gum.”

“Wha? No.” you shake your mind of the thought, “I got the internship, you heathen!” You show him the email on your phone. “She accepted me as one of her paid interns!”

“Well no shit,” Touya responded as he propped himself up, “It’d be crazy for you not to get it.”

“Ugh! It feels so good.”

“Is it too early for an I told you so?” he smirks at you.

You lay back in the grass looking at your acceptance e-mail. Then you look over at Touya who’s still propped up next to you. “I love you.”

“I love you too, y/n.”

You nod. Yeah. It was romantic, but where do you go with this?

That weekend when you get to the Todoroki’s house, it is the start of summer vacation. They are having a party at their house. There are tables set up in the yard and each has its own Japanese grill. Your parents are there. Along with pro-heroes from the Endeavor Hero Agency. Some of your UA teachers who happen to be friends with Enji from his days at UA. Natsuo’s and Fuyumi’s friends are there too.

You and Touya are at a table with your parents and some other pro-heroes mingling. When Shoto and Enji stop by.

“How is everything tasting?” Enji asks with a smile.

Praise fills the table.

“This is a great party, Enji.”

“Food is fantastic!”

“Such a great idea!”

“Who’s idea was it for the grill tables?”

“Mine!” Shoto jumped, “It’s so we can make sure all of our bodies can get enough steak so we can all feel good.”

You cover your mouth to stifle your laughter.

“Great job little bro!” Touya holds out a fist bump for Shoto and there were high fives and fist bumps all around the table.

“To steak!” Shoto cheered.

“To steak!” everyone chimed in.

Touya nudged you “Next time can you make a metaphor for not getting grounded for smoking pot?”

You laugh, “No promises.”

Author’s Note:

Not entirely happy with the ending, but in this AU based off my headcannon (via previous post) that Touya and the reader like to smoke pot together. But I’m happy with how this came to be.

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aurajitsu · 6 years ago

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The Sound Of Your Voice

Part 5: The Mission

Summary: The Avengers rescued you from one of the last HYDRA facilities. Discovering your abilities, The Avengers take you in.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: mentions of abuse/violence, fighting, death

A/N: Omg you guys, its getting there!

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“Moya Sirena?”

A snap. Then a gunshot, but it wasn’t from The Winter Soldier’s rifle. The man fell backward, ears bleeding, eyes rolled back. “You don’t have to use your weapon.” You told the soldier, the man’s bullet suspended in the air in front of him. You walked up to it, and flicked it out if the air.

The Winter Soldier relaxed and said nothing as he walked ahead of you.

The mission was simple enough, help him assassinate a HYDRA deserter. The man had left his position along with important files and you had to recover them, no witnesses. You had been on missions before with him. Every time the same thing. He would be made in charge of you, sent out with orders and you would make the bodies disappear. A blood mist that was easily dissipated in the air with a wave of your hands.

You hated it every time, but if you didn’t do it The Soldier would make you. Over time you stopped caring, realizing the targets were just as guilty as you were, maybe more so.

The Soldier had been out of cryo longer this time around. Something deep down told you that you had been too. You were always free to be yourself in front of him, you knew he wouldn’t care. You would tease him, play around with him, sometimes getting to the target before he did. Your way of showing him affection. After all the only difference between you two, was the fact that his handlers would take his memories in exchange for compliance.

When you were nervous you would sing, old Russian melodies you had heard from the guards. This time you sang something different, a song you used to calm your little sisters. This intrigued the soldier, it didn’t much matter to the scientists what you said as long as your power did as they wanted.

Sometimes he would place a hand on your shoulder, to ensure you that it was all going to be over soon. Those were the missions that you would never forget, the ones where he would keep you close, would comfort you in his own way.

You closed your eyes and formed rings around you. They pulsed and went through the walls, silently stalking the rooms like ghosts in the night. “Target is on the second floor, four guards at the ground level.” Your closed eyes keeping the vibrations low frequency, to touch them, to make them freeze with dread.

You nodded, giving him the green light. The Winter Soldier entering slowly and slashed their throats. Effortlessly taking them down. The sounds of their thuds, you deafened, so no one could hear them hit the floor. You both moved up to the second floor, Bucky moving in front of you. His .45 SIG Sauer pointed ahead of him. He walked to the master bedroom and slowly opened the door.

You sent another infrasonic ring, making sure the man would not be able to get up. The Soldier shooting him in the head. You took the sound of the gunshot and focused the waves onto your hand. He backed away so you could touch the body. You pressed your glowing hand onto the mans chest and he burst into a thin mist. Leaving no trace behind.

You let out the breath you were holding and almost fell back from how hard you had exerted. The soldier catching you from behind. “Sirena?” He asked you with his eyes if you were ok. You panted, felt dizzy and a wave of nausea. “Soldat. The files.” You reminded him, pointing at the mans bedside table. On top he had left a drive. You placed a hand on his back, leaning on to him for support,”Sirena, walk.”

“I can’t.” You felt so tired and held your stomach. You thought maybe you had pushed too hard on this mission.

“I’m tired, haven’t slept since we started the mission a few days ago.” Without giving in too much thought he slipped an arm under you, heading for the exit.

—-

Once back at the safe house HYDRA had set up for you. An old dusty one room apartment, the building vacated long ago. Bucky lay you on a the small mattress. Searching you for any wounds. Making sure you were not with fever. He got up and brought back water. You tried to sit up but but flinched, your sides were aching. The soldier lifted your shirt up, he didn’t care if you were bare or not. His mission was to make sure you weren’t damaged. To make sure you both made it back.

“Moya Sirena,” his voice grumbled,”You’re hurt.” You had bruises along your torso, he lifted higher and saw scars along your back. Somewhere deep down in him he felt rage and wanted to know how you got them but didn’t ask. His head was foggy, holding no answers.

”Soldat.” She noticed he had frozen and had been staring at her scars for too long. “They were punishing me.” He looked up at her, eyes lost in questions. You knew it wouldn’t matter if you told him or not.

”For not following orders. For not doing what they want.”

“What did they want?” His voice croaked. You let out a sigh, saddened that he had to ask.

“To be tools-weapons. They use everything they have to make me do things, even if it means hurting someone I care about. Someone I have close.”

You had told him all this before, more frequently on almost every mission. But every mission was the same: They would wipe his mind, give him orders and tried to keep you both complacent by any means necessary.

So you hid your connection with him. You knew they couldn’t keep him under much longer. He’s told you before, that sometimes he has things pop into his mind. Memories of you. You could see the gears turning in his head.

“Who do I have?” He had never asked you that question before, he swallowed hard and his eyes seemed so confused. Like he didn’t know where he was or why. You gave him a weak smile, hope was filling you.

“We have each other.” His eyes met yours, relief and anxiety over his chest. “Sirena.”

“My name is Y/N.” He looked at her eyes.

“They gave me ‘Sirena.’ I think because of my voice.”

“Your power?” The fog stirring, he pressed his hand to his forehead. He was searching for answers, some which he didn’t have. He wanted to know why he felt so close to you. Why did it feel wrong? He’s not allowed to feel. Something inside him was struggling to break free.

You saw him, lost and maybe on the brink of something. So you did what you always did, you sang. A melody you had made up, soft and comforting. Whenever the scientists would let you see your little sisters, you always sang them this so they wouldn’t cry anymore. So they could sleep. You started slow.

“Who made up all the rules?

We follow them like fools.

Believe them to be true.

Don't care to think them through.

And I'm sorry, so sorry.

I'm sorry it's like this

I'm sorry, so sorry...

I'm sorry, we do this...”

He took a deep breath and sighed. The Soldier didn’t know why, this was something he thought he wasn’t allowed to have. Suddenly filled with hope, thoughts and memories he didn’t have before. His eyes blurring, blood rushing in his ears. Everything was loud and too silent at the same time. Memories firing like flashes at the end of his rifle.

When they had both jumped into the water running for safety. When he first held her hand to help her stand. When she first stopped a bullet from hitting him. When he used his body to cover her from on coming fire. The first time she laughed, her smile lighting him up. All those feelings and more rising in his chest. Suffocating him. The first time she pressed her hands on him, needy and lonely. Her whispers reaching his ears. The last time she hummed and rubbed her hands on his wounds, trying to seal them. A short kiss they had shared at one point. Her gasps when they were caught by surprise. His anger when her handlers beat her and he went to defend her. Killing one and shot at by another. More anger when she cried and called for him. Memories of a whip cracking. Blood in his hands. Gunshots. He remembered when you told him about your little sisters. How HYDRA took them from you. More memories of her singing. Her smile, her touch, her scent. Rushing in and he couldn’t keep his mind from racing. His head throbbing. He remembered everything up to now. Your words echoed in his head.

She hummed the melody now, placing her hand over the bruises, and they changed color, almost fading. Her hand flickering a white glow.

He watched at something distant. Y/N reach for the water, when his hand grasped her wrist, startling her.

“Moya, Sirena. We can’t stay.”

Outside you heard the handlers coming to pick both of you up. The van motor giving a shudder, warning you. Your heart began to race and you didn’t question your soldier. His eyes meeting yours begging you to please move. You both shot up, he picked up his handgun and pointed at the door. You lifted your hands, feeling the footsteps getting closer. The wind blowing the thin curtains, you steadied your breathing.

“Now!” The Soldier shot at the wooden door. You quickly pulled the sounds to you. He kept shooting until there were no more sounds on the other side. You nodded at him, he kicked the door open, handgun pointing ahead.

His head felt clear now, that song, he knew it. He knew they would both do anything to escape their grasp. He leaned over the bodies to pickup another weapon and searched for the keys. Throwing them to his Sirena.

They approached the van, and got inside. Y/N taking the wheel, hitting the gas to get out if that cold city to who knows where. You heard shots, vehicles pulling next to yours. You sped up, not wanting to get caught. You looked at The Winter Soldier whom was now firing at the car next to him. HYDRA was quick to respond, sending more agents after you. Unwilling to lose their assets.

Speeding, you let out a yell, rings of sound amplified and spat it to the agent shooting next to you. The car swerved away from you.

“Sirena!” The Soldier shouted, you swayed the van trying to dodge the car coming toward you. You could feel the impact imminent, before the full force could hit you. The vehicles collided, the cars next to you falling behind.

You willed everything you had in you to use that force. Metal twisting in front of you, tires burning on the asphalt. Everything felt slow to you and you could do nothing to stop it. All you could do was will it to soften your landing. You felt the energy and pulled it under you, under the soldier. The glass burst and pieces floated around you as you both flew forward head first. Your force protecting you and him, as the cars collided into a metal mess beneath you. You strained so hard, you felt your eyes closing. You both landed over the end of the car that had collided with you, sliding to a stop next to each other. You lifted a heavy glance to your soldier. Upon seeing him next to you, his hand rose to cup your cheek. “I don’t want to forget,” he whispered,”Don’t let me forget.”

—-

You woke up to shouting, you snapped up with a gasp. Your body ached as your head wrapped around where you were.

“Welcome back.”

Your aching arms were chained to the ceiling, you looked around knowing they were going to punish you again.

“You gave us a scare, Y/N.”

The head scientist grinned at you. You hated his guts, he always forced you to do things you didn’t like. Every punishment worse than the ones before. His face inches away from yours, he bent down to look at you. Balding, short and the ugliest smirk.

They dragged The Winter Soldier in, you could tell they had beaten and prodded him with electric shocks. They then sat him in the chair at the center of the consol. You knew what was next, they were going to wipe him, like they had so many times before.

“So, Soldat. Your Sirena tried to take you away from us didn’t she?” He turned to walk toward your soldier.

“It was my idea.” Your soldier replied, the scientist didn’t like his answer and slapped him across his face.

“She is going to pay dearly for that.” The man shook in anger, spit flying when he spoke. He signaled the handlers to strap him in the chair, he was too weak to fight them. His eyes meeting yours and seeking your comfort. “Soldat!” You cried but let out a painful cry when your handler hit you. The scientist turned to you, displeased with you. You could see he wanted to hurt you.

“Go ahead sirena sing for your soldier.” You hesitated but knew if you didn’t they’d force you.

You heard shuffling, a soft sobbing and instructions. You were right, another handler walked in, with a girl in his custody. She didn’t look up to you, knowing they were using her against you. A gun was pointed behind her, she was no more than twelve. Tears running down your face. “Go ahead sing.” The head scientist said, pleased with himself, watching your pain. “Don’t do it Y/N,” the girl whispered so small, only your ears picked up on it.

You smiled at her, trying your best not to feed her fear.

“And I'm sorry, so sorry.” you started, quietly willing the sound to ease the tension in the room. The scientist signaling another to bring him something.

“I'm sorry it's like this,” your eyes looking for Bucky’s. “I'm sorry, so sorry...”

Your voice strengthening. “I'm sorry, we do this...” Secretly begging that your words would stick on your soldier’s head this time, so you could open his eyes again.

“Good girl. I have a gift for you. But first..” he signaled to the scientists behind him. They turned on the machine on and Bucky screamed as his mind was wiped. You cried, “No. Please.” You begged and cried. ”I‘m sorry! Please don’t! Stop!” Daring to enhance your voice. Small puffs of energy leaving your lips. A gun being held at the back of your crying little sister’s head.

“Soldat! Soldat!” You screamed as he fought in that chair. His handler, reciting the code words to keep him under control.

“I‘m sorry!” Your soldier slipping away, your chest heaving and trembled watching him. He didn’t want to forget, didn’t want to be used, to lose you again.

His screaming stopped and he was released from his bonds, your soldier was gone once more.

They took the girl away, he was gone and you cried wishing you were too. You didn’t want to remember his cries, they made you watch every time. Forcing you to comply.

“Y/N, I have a gift.” Your eyes met his. Knowing well that they’d whip you if you tried anything. His hands brought up a large metal ring to you. In fact you didn’t know what it was or why he wanted to give it to you.

“Y/N, you did this see? You forced our hand. Now we cant have you running away, you don’t want to hurt your sisters right?” He knew how to push your buttons. He placed the metal around your neck. You gasped, your defiant eyes meeting his. Click.

“Now Y/N, you will listen. You will do as we say.” He backed away. “Sing sirena.” A crooked smile spread his lips. “Do it!” You did, hoping maybe your soldier would hear. His blank stare bringing tears to your face again.

“Who made up all the rules...” his grin getting wider, another scientist handing him a remote.

“We follow them like fools. Believe them to be true. Don’t care to think them through...” He turned the collar on, “I‘m sorry-agh!”

The pain was immediate, your body tensed. The collar suffocating you, stifling your voice. You tried to scream but it made it worse. Your back curving backward to the pain that radiated through. Your throat burning. Your voice faded. The Winter Soldier suddenly stood up, his handlers pointing guns at him now. You breathed hard, and tried to fight it, but it was heavy around you neck. His laughter filling the void. “I‘m sorry.” Your lips shaped the words, but your soldier was long gone. His stare was empty and cold.

“You thought that was punishment?” He leaned into your ear. You hated the disgusting feeling of his breath on your skin.

“You were wrong.” She looked beyond him, The Winter Soldiers handler giving him orders in his ear. The Winter Soldier was handed a whip and walked up to you. The head scientist laughed: ”Have fun, Soldat.”

The Winter Soldier brought his fist against your core, striking again and again. His face steady, you took it because you were a fool thinking they would let you off so easy. Because you knew you couldn’t hold it against him. You could never hate him. They knew that, they knew you both had a connection, only this time you exploited it and broke their trust in you.

Your handler removed the chain, you fell on your knees, but the soldier caught you by the neck. Dragging you back to your cell. You knew what came next. You gasped as your feet dragged along the cold floor. His grip never loosening. You looked back at the circular room you were in. You knew when no one followed, that his mission was to break you.

——-

The missions after the incident, were harder. You didn’t see your sisters anymore, even after they had made you watch what was done to them.

They had mind wiped your soldier before every mission, this time you thought for sure you had lost him. He had broken something in you, deep inside you knew you would never have that connection like you used to. His touch wasn’t his, wasn’t what you had with him. It was harsh, filled with hate and that is what they wanted. Every time he spoke to you, it wasn’t your soldier, it shook you. You felt lost without him.

You didn’t want to blame him, you wanted to scream and kick and punish them for what they had forced him to do. You couldn’t speak nor sing anymore. The collar was just a reminder that you never had a choice in anything in your life.

There were missions that the Winter Soldier demanded you comply, you would be slow to move, or would not answer, and he would punish you. Using the collar against you, strike you, or push you. Pain was a language now, constant and the only connection you had with him. “Soldat….” But your cries always fell on deaf ears.

You missed his touch, his whispers in your ear. The tenderness in his eyes when he looked down at you. The soft smiles he had shared with you now replaced with a mask. You’ve never felt more alone than when you were with him.

“Sirena. Move.” He nudged your back with his rifle. This mission was almost over and your head was foggy. You held your hands up, releasing something of a failing cry. The energy enveloped you both, the wave blasting all around you. Knocking out the foreign soldiers. He didn’t waste time and continued down the halls, alarms blaring, lights flickering. It was too much for you and it made you sick.

You closed your eyes and willed all the noise away. When you opened them again you were sitting in the van returning to the facility. The Winter Soldier sat next to you, scent of gun powder and sweat. You were so tired, everything ached. You didn’t know if it was a delusion when he looked at you and said in Russian.

“I’m sorry.”

——

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str-spangled-banner · 8 years ago

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Jaws - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky accidentally punches you in the face during a training session, which somehow leads to your first kiss and the promise of a date.

Warnings: Kissing.

Words: 1 328

A/N: Very boring drabble that is kinda similar to Lift in terms of the layout. Tell me what you think and please request!

TAKING REQUESTS

She ducked under his punch, getting back up just as quickly and trying to elbow his chest. He grabbed hold of her joint and pushed her back. As she came rushing back in for a straight punch to his face, his metal hand flew right to her jaw.

She staggered back before falling to her knees. Her hair fell in front of her face and a few strands stuck to her glistening forehead, a long groan escaping her.

“Oh fuck, Y/N. I’m so sorry!” Bucky panicked, surprised as he thought she would have been able to see through his techniques as always and dodged his incoming attack.

He rushed to her side and knelt beside her, wrapping his arm around her back and using his free hand to remove the hair from her face. She whined in pain, trying to force a smile to not make him feel so bad but not being able to. “Okay, that one hurts… I’m not gonna lie.”

“Shit, I’m so sorry.” He carefully tilted her head to get better lightning on her jaw which was red, bruising and already swollen. “Fuck. That’s bad.”

“I don’t know if it’s anything serious, but I can taste blood?” She looked up at him. “Maybe that’s just normal. Also, my left ear is ringing, or it might be my entire head actually, I can’t tell the difference right now.”

Bucky kept repeatedly mumbling curses as he softly placed his bionic hand over the bruise. She winced in pain at first but the cooling of the metal was better than not having it there at all.

“Remind me to wear a hockey helmet for our next training session or something…” She began to push herself up from the floor. Bucky tried to help her by continuing to hold his arm around her back, which turned out to be very helpful.

“Woah!” He exclaimed as she almost fell forward, his grip of her tightening and keeping her on her feet. “You okay?”

“I just got punched in the face with a hand that’s literally made out of metal. Pardon me if I’m a little dizzy.” She chuckled, her voice strained from the pain radiating up her jaw and numbing the area around it. She turned to face Bucky, her hand carefully touching the swollen bump. “Does it look bad?”

Yeah.

“No.” He lied. “It looks alright.”

“Liar.” She could see straight through him, of course. She always could. “Oh man, and Tony’s birthday party is this weekend.”

“That’s five days away.” Bucky tried to remain hopeful.

She looked over at him, her eyes hooded and her eyebrows raised high, circulating the area where he had punched her. “By the sheer agony I’m in right now, I can tell this isn’t going to go away in five days.”

“I’m sorry…” He pleaded and she dropped her sarcastic attitude, feeling bad for the poor guy.

“I know you are. It’s okay. I’ve had worse. Remember when I got shot in the damn hand in Serbia? When I had to drive the car to the hospital with that hand, the gear lever nearly went through the bullet hole.”

He chuckled after seeing her smile at the brutal recall of a mission two years prior.

“Or when you went two weeks in pain because you thought your body was “healing slowly”, when in reality you had a completely broken arm?” He remembered and she nodded, quietly chuckling before suddenly closing her eyes, grabbing his hand. She pulled it towards her jaw and held it still over, leaning into it whilst still not looking.

Bucky watched in admiration as she dozed off for a few seconds in the comfort of his touch.

“Alright. I’m gonna call this a day. It’s getting late, I think. You must have punched my sense of time out of me.” She smiled and broke loose from him, heading for the gym door slowly.

“Maybe sleeping isn’t that good of an idea? You could have a concussion!” He warned, worried about her health truthfully.

“Don’t think so highly of yourself.” She joked, making it seem as if giving her a concussion had been something Bucky had strived for. He wanted to oblige and take her to Bruce, or anyone else that might be awake at two in the morning and have the skill to properly help her. “So goodnight, or good morning, or whatever.”

The door slammed shut behind her, leaving Bucky alone in the gym, feeling more guilty than ever.

He was sat at the kitchen table, eating the scrambled eggs which surprisingly enough, Vision had cooked. Steve sat across Bucky, Peter beside Steve, and Tony and Natasha on both short ends when Y/N came sulking down.

“Good morning- Jesus Christ.” Steve gasped as he got a look of her. “What happened to your face?”

The entire left side of her jaw was covered in a rich, purple bruise. As she smiled, she clearly did so more on the right side than the other. “Why don’t you ask Mr. I-Have-A-Metal-Arm?” She said, pointing to a Bucky.

“I’m so sorry.” Bucky repeated and she tried to smile wider but winced, letting it fall back.

“I know, Buck. Heard you the first, hundred, times.” She attempted to reassure him although it had little effect. “You better buy me something amazing to cover this up tho.”

“I don’t think anything can cover that up. That’s brutal.” Natasha said, her nose scrunching up in slight disgust at the vicious color of Y/N’s jaw.

“Thanks.” Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes, and taking a seat by the table. Vision left the stove and came to her aid with a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. “And an honest thank you to you, Vis.”

“You want some ice for that?” Tony tried to help as Y/N grabbed the chilled glass of orange juice in front of her and held it against her jaw. She shook her head subtly and shut her tired eyes, propping her elbows on the table and leaning her head against her free hand.

“I’m good.” She said and pulled herself together, opening her eyes widely to wake up and taking a sip of the orange juice already by her mouth. “I’ll avoid training sessions with Bucky for awhile though.”

“I’m s-”

“Cut it. I’m alive, aren’t I? Still breathing. Heart’s still pumping.” She said and shoved a fork full of bacon in her mouth. The breakfast carried on, following up with an overly large glass of chocolate milk on Y/N’s part. They all chatted, bickering as usual, before everyone retreated to their own corner of the Tower to continue their days separately.

As Y/N made it to her room, there were two knocks on the door. She didn’t have to guess who it was. She knew it was Bucky and she knew he would try to apologize once more.

She pulled the door open and barely had time to confirm it was him before a pair of soft lips crashed upon hers. She staggered backwards and Bucky broke loose, eyes blown wide. “Let me take you out to dinner, as an apology for punching you.”

“And you had to kiss me to ask me out!?” She questioned, out of breath. Bucky shrugged.“

“No, I just wanted to.” He said like it was the most normal thing in the world to walk around kissing.

“Well damn…” She closed the space again and savored another kiss, sighing in relief. She tried to not cause herself too much pain, letting him do most of the moving.

“I’m-”

“Don’t you dare say that word one more time or I swear to god I’ll punch your jaw.” She threatened and he chuckled, lips hovering in front of hers.

“It wouldn’t leave as much as a scratch.” His lips curled around hers, tasting the sweetness lingering to them.

“You’re so cocky, you know that? It’s tiring.”

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