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theereina · 1 month ago

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Bad News Pt. 2

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC "Bella"

Wordcount: +1.4K

Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, no smut, heavily dialogue-centered, mental health mentioned (anxiety), *emotional distress*, angst, heartbreak, chronic illnesses mentioned, health conditions mentioned (c*ncer, PCOS, endometriosis), infertility, slight verbal ab*se

A/N¹: Remember, I just got back into writing. I'm open to critiques, but I am a little 🤏🏽 sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.🥺 Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.

A/N²: I am not a medical doctor. Please, forgive me if my knowledge of any of the mentioned medical conditions is incorrect.

Bad News Pt. 1=> 😢

Walking into the room, my heart was crushed even further. All of the feelings I wish I could explain; I couldn't. Terry and his bags were gone. I hadn't even heard him leave. He didn't even care enough to at least say goodbye. After all these years, I wasn't worth a goodbye. Two seconds just solidified that this relationship wasn't worth any more of my energy.

I couldn't understand it. How did we get here? Had he always been like this? Was I that blind? I guess I was so busy trying to find love that I forgot the most important rule— love wasn't supposed to hurt. Then again, every version of love I've experienced was painful, manipulative, abusive, and damaging. So, maybe I found what I was familiar with. I mean, why else would I be so comfortable putting up with this?

But, what do I do now?

*2 hours later

The room was covered in crumpled and torn pieces of notebook paper. I have tried and tried to write this letter. My hands were stiff, and my head was throbbing. I just wanted him to know how I felt because my mind was already made up. I'm done, and this is over.

If he would've just listened, we wouldn't be in this predicament. If he hadn't said those words, there would still be hope in my eyes and love in my heart.

Better yet, fuck this and fuck him. He doesn't deserve a letter. This doesn't concern him anymore. I've already changed my flight for tomorrow morning. I leave on the first flight out. Since I no longer have anything to say to him, there is no need to wait. I can return to the West Coast and be at home with my Godmother and Godsister when I receive the news.

*The next day

“I will never like flying’. I don't care!” I said stepping out of the bathroom after showering. I was dressed in a pair of sweats and a plain black T-shirt. I had wrapped a scarf around my head to protect my hair during my shower.

My Godsister, Shante, was waiting for me. She was relaxed on the bed with her back against the headboard. Her satin black bonnet and black fluffy robe made her look so much like her grandmother. “What?” she asked turning her head towards me. “You look like Nana Elsie!” I laughed into my hand. “Shut up!” she said slinging one of the pillows at me.

I walked to the bed and sat on the edge closest to me. I was tired. I knew why she was in here. She wanted to make sure I was okay. Honestly, I wasn't. My life was shit right now. Leaving Terry was just another stab to the heart. All I could do was pray to God that I didn't lose anymore. I couldn't possibly see myself being any lower than this.

“You wanna talk?” Shante asked rolling on her side facing my back. “Not really, I just wanna wait until they call,” I said solemnly. My shoulders were beginning to feel heavy again. I didn't want to think about what the doctor would say. I already knew this day was coming.

After years of medical neglect and misdiagnoses, I was finally given a proper diagnosis of both endometriosis and PCOS. I had been ignored for years when I complained of a forever-growing mountain of signs that something was wrong. I was told to “lose weight” to alleviate my symptoms. When I lost the weight, nothing changed. Some symptoms even seemed to get worse.

I had grown tired of all the referrals and guesses. I had explained to my original primary care physician years ago that I suspected that I had PCOS. It was dismissed as anxiety and medical hysteria. I tried again with three other physicians to be met with the same fate— try to lose weight, take this metformin, exercise daily, change your diet, etc.

This could have been treated years ago if someone would have just listened.

*3 hours later

I was in the kitchen eating when my cell phone rang. I picked it up thinking it was the call I had been dreading. I was eager to get this over with. Just say it, and let's move on.

“Hello, this is Bella,” I mumbled into the phone. I was on the edge again. Trying my hardest to breathe and stay calm. “Bell, where are you?” asked Terry. “Terry?” I asked pulling the phone away from my ear and looking at it. Fuck! Why didn't I look before answering? Why didn't I block him?

“Bella, I'm s—,” he started to speak before I interrupted him. “Save it. I… I don't care anymore,” I said through tears. “Bells, I was—,” he started again. “No,” I said sobbing into the phone. “Could you just—!” he yelled into the phone. That was it. I didn't have to deal with this. I hung up the phone and laid it on the table in front of me.

Pushing the plate away, I laid across my arms crying with my head down. My Godmother and Godsister were both gone to work. That left me alone once again with my emotions— all of them.

ring ring ring

Not again. I picked up the phone in anger. “I don't want to talk to you!” I screamed into the phone. “Isabella? It's Dr. Moore. We need to speak about scheduling your surgery immediately,” he said in a startled tone. “I'm sorry, Dr. Moore. I'm having a…,” I said taking a deep breath. “I can call back if—,” he said. “No!” I blurted out. “Sorry. Please, tell me now,” I whimpered. I was flying between emotions faster than my body could manage.

“Well, honey. I'm sorry to bring you such bad news at this time, but we're going to need to remove your left ovary. The cysts were quite large, and… Unfortunately, the biopsy indicated they were cancerous. The safest option is to remove the affected ovary and all endometriosis deposits. Later on, we can discuss any further changes,” he said. “Changes?” I questioned while sniffling. “If it progresses any further, we may have to perform a hysterectomy.” Dr. Moore continued to talk, but I had dissociated from the conversation. This was it.

My mind was overflowing with questions. Will I be able to have kids? Would this even get rid of the cancer? If it did, would it come back? Would life ever be normal for me?

I don't know. I'll probably never know.

*Later in the day

ring ring ring

Hours had passed since the call ended. I didn't want to talk. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to think. I had planned my whole life around me and Terry's relationship— kids, a house, a minivan, a dog, all of it. Now, everything was gone. Maybe my mother was right, I am cursed.

ring ring ring

“Who is it?” I sobbed into the phone. “It's me, Bella. Baby, can you please just listen to me?” Terry pleaded over the phone. “Why, huh? What’s there to listen to? You said everything you needed to say,” I yelled. All of my feelings were being overshadowed by my anger.

“I didn't mean it, Bella. That wasn't supposed to happen. I love you. You know that!” Terry yelled. “I don't know that, Terry. If you loved me, you wouldn't have said it. You meant it with all your fucking heart. You stood on it when you left without saying a word. No goodbye. No sorry. Nothing. That's not love,” I blurted out. I was beyond tired of holding my tongue. “Stop being so fuckin' childish right now and use your brain. You're always so damn emoti—,” he said cutting himself off. “Nah, say it! I'm too fucking emotional, huh? Ain't that right, Terry?” I screamed again. Tears were streaming down my face falling onto the kitchen table.

“I’m always sick, and… and I'm… I'm always emotional. That's what you… that's what you said, right? THEN, WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU WITH ME?!” I screamed as loud as I could. I threw the phone across the room. It hit the wall and shattered. Good. No more phone calls. No more doctors. No more — Terry.

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callingmelili · 10 months ago

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A deal.

So I am currently in a virtual class and I should probably be paying attention. I'm sure my teacher would not be impressed by me writing this when I'm supposed to be taking notes, but of course this would be the moment for the horny muse to come back. I may have a second part thought out too.

My set up is the usual, full-body mirror, one of those light rings I used to make fun of other girls from having, mat on the floor in case the gif he sends requires me to kneel. Mark's contact winks at me from the messaging app on my phone, online and writing. His messages always come between seven and ten pm, never at the same time, the bastard has been taking up this window of time every Friday for the last three months.

This time around, the message comes early.

It's only a gif, but it's the worst one so far. A girl kneeling on the floor in knee socks, hair in pigtails , tits bouncing inside a lace bralette as she bounces on a dildo stuck to the floor. A text comes in right after. 'You have 20 minutes, Mia.'

I sigh and head for my dresser, this is the first time one of Mark's gifs goes that far. But do i have another choice? I don't. He is not my boyfriend, he is not a man I can say not to, even if he didn't have a bunch of humiliating videos of me --if he made them public, he'd be shooting himself in the foot anyways, I have proof that he's the only person I've sent them to-- he has something worse… for now.

He and I have a deal. No, really. We do.

Honestly, when he first caught me cheating on a test, I thought I was done for. He was my advisor at the moment, able to report me without breaking a sweat. I never have been a particularly good student and I would have been done for.

I didn't make it this far into graduate school without being decently stubborn, though and I grasped at the one straw still within my reach. I would laugh at how cliche it is if it wasn't my life right now.

Obviously I told him to ask anything of me. I had seen how he looked at me during our one-on-one thesis, I was fully expecting to be asked to get on my knees and blow him, I was also more than prepared to do it if it spared me expulsion.

What he asked for was… a step further.

But I really had no other choice. It was either do this until the end of the semester or face being exposed and expulsed. So far he has only asked me to emulate the gifs, nitpicking only rarely. I had to do a couple repeat performances of the fourth gift he sent me of a blonde girl deepthroating a dildo. He kept saying it was not 'far enough' and my face was not 'red enough', pouting, I scroll up to glare at the finished product of that particular exchange. My eyes are watering and my cheeks are flaming red. Brown hair frames my face as I furiously work the dildo in and out of my mouth. It takes me a while to look away.

"I better get this over with," I say to no one in particular before turning up the light and leaving the camera on standby.

Sighing, I get my hair into the pigtails first before getting the dildo with the suction cup out from it's usual place in a box under my underwear. I have no bralette's that look just like the girl's so I end up wearing the top of a swimsuit instead. The socks I do have a pair of similar ones, only in baby blue rather than pink. Mark usually doesn’t mind small changes due to unavailability of certain items in my apartment, and anyways it shows about the same amount of skin.

"And now as for the pose…" The mat has to go so the dildo can stick to the floor and I can feel the skin of my knees protest as soon as I lower myself over it. The silicone meets slick, oversensitive flesh and I am torn between feeling shame or being relieved that I don't have to warm myself up for it. My thighs are already shaking, skin prickling at the cold of the floor and how a hear seems to have settled deep within my pelvis.

As if on cue, my phone buzzes with a message, then another and another.

'5 minutes left, Mia.'

'Tic, toc.'

Drawing in a shaky breath I reach forward and turn the camera on. It's set up to stream only to him. Sometimes he will return the favor, I found it gross at first but it's even stranger to do all these things while only hearing his voice coming from my computer speakers. "You could be trying more with the top." He laughs, speak of the devil. Tonight he wants to keep his face hidden it seems, it doesn’t show up in the computer screen.

"Just why would you think I would have that sort of underwear?" I hiss.

I can imagine him shrugging. "You're the type that's usually prepared? Anyhow, I don't like it, just take it off."

"But--"

"Take it off, you're bare-cunted already. What's the damage with me seeing your nipples?"

My thighs shake. "Fine." The bra is the tie-up kind, two swift pulls and it's falling off my tits, leaving my nipples to stand in response to the cold air in the room. "Damn, you could do a better job pretending you don't like this. I can see how wet your cunt is from here."

I roll my eyes at the camera. "I like to be prepared, as you said." I lick my lips, glancing at the mirror. "Lets just get this over with."

"Aye," he laughs, "Well, first off, sit down baby. Aren't your knees getting tired?"

Of course, he means sit down on the dildo I am hovering over. I do so, slowly. Wet as I am, the intrusion stretches me beyond what I'm prepared for, making the descent a little shaky and making me moan. "That's a nice face," mark comments.

"Fuck-- Fuck you." I say, glaring at the camera.

"Of course you wish it was me baby." I can imagine him grinning. "Alas, you're gonna have to do the work there. I believe the girl on the gif has her legs spread out wider." I shiver, but do as told. I can feel the tip of the dildo pressing up into my cervix. "No, wider." I whine. "Wait, no, that's too wide, go back."

The inside of my thighs is wet already, moving on the dildo proves easier than it should. "Good?" I ask, between forced breaths.

"Hmm, good. But stick your ass out more." I do, and the tip of the dildo brushes something that makes me lose my balance and cry out. "Ha! Well, that isn't quite it but do stay there." He laughs, again. "Now, start bouncing."

If I could I'd sag with relief, but all I can do is bounce and hope he's satisfied soon.

Five minutes later I can't believe how wrong I was. "Nope, stop!" He calls, like he's directing a porno and I guess he is. I can't help the protesting jerk of my hips when he does. "Get off on this later, will you?" He huffs. "Cross your eyes more, Mia, and stay still for a second." Time stretches, silent for far more than a second. "Ok, now."

It's the second time he does it, and there are a third and a fourth. I'm not dripping on only the dildo now, but also the floor. He doesn't care, I'm sure enough now that he's somehow learned to see when I'm close and he always stops me at that point before pleasure becomes pure heat. "Isn't that enough?" I pant after the latest interruption.

"No, again. Push your chest out, show the girls off, will you?" His voice is lower now than it ever is in class and I'm so tired by now, knees aching and core throbbing that I just mindlessly obey, eyes crossing, hips slamming down once, twice, three times. This time he doesn’t stop talking, but none of his words urge me to stop or slow down this time. Rather, Mike encourages me. I can't say he compliments me but it's all the same to my foggy mind. "That's it Mia. That's it little whore. The tongue is a nice detail but you're going to have to repeat this performance just for that." He laughs. "No, don't stop on my account, you're too far gone. I thought you weren't getting off on this? My little, pathetic Mia, don't think I haven't noticed just how you get all the other times." It's only his voice filling the room, only his voice and the sound of my ass slapping into the floor, losing rhythm as I come closer and closer, slumping forward and losing form. I know he'll make me repeat it now, I don't care, I just want to cum. "That's right, that's all you want isn't it? Not even to be free from our little deal, you'd sell yourself out for an orgasm, wouldn't you? Well go ahead."

I just want to cum, and I do.

Afterwards, I'm slumped forward, dildo still halfway inside me as I catch my breath. That's when I hear the tell-tale sound of the lock on the front door, and then a familiar voice, coming from both the living room and my computer. "By the way Mia I forgot to tell you I'd be dropping by to drop some material for your thesis off." Mark laughs, it echoes off the walls. "I also wanted to talk about a couple of things. Stay right where you are and maybe I'll be nice and give you a passing grade on this little recreation of ours, even though you didn't get it quite right."

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girlgenius1111 · 11 months ago

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it was war it wasn't fair

the great war chapter 2 :)

R's teammates debate the potential causes of her breakup. Ona comes to her defense. R realizes her feelings might not be as easy to avoid as she hoped.

ps. not one bed trope, but... teammates-sharing-a-hotel-room-at-an-away-game-and-one-has-a-nightmare-kind-of trope.

brief descriptions of a panic attack.

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You were sure that if you could just sleep you'd be fine. You'd never really had problems sleeping before, but in the days since your breakup with Alessia, you'd been struggling. Your brain wouldn't turn off; you went back over every little moment in your relationship, over analyzing, trying to figure out where it went wrong. Where you went wrong.

You honestly wished that was the only thing keeping you up. It wasn't. You couldn't get Ona out of your head. The kindness she'd been showing you, how perceptive she was of your feelings. It was overwhelmingly confusing, to be heartbroken by someone, and completely fixated on someone else at the same time.

Most of the time, you were glad to have such a close team. Everyone looked out for each other, and you knew they'd always have your back. Unfortunately, they seemed to think that having your back in this situation meant hovering over you every second of the day. It didn't help that you wouldn't tell them why you and Alessia had ended things.

Although you knew your teammates were keeping an extra close eye on you, you hadn't realized that some of them had begun to have suspicions about what had gone down. You'd come to a halt outside the locker room, after hearing your name. You'd forgotten your keys, and were heading back inside when you heard Keira's voice floating through the doorway.

"Leah said Alessia's really torn up about it, but she won't tell anyone what happened either."

"I knew they weren't doing well, but both of them seem too upset for it to be a mutual thing," Lucy responded.

"Y/n doesn't look like she's slept in a week," Alexia chimed in. Perfect. This was a group conversation, apparently.

"Maybe one of them cheated. I don't remember seeing y/n leave by herself when we went out last week," Keira mentioned offhandedly.

You knew Keira didn't mean anything by it; anyone looking at your relationship from the outside would guess that between the 2 of you, you'd surely be more likely to cheat than Less. You'd been significantly more of a playgirl before Alessia, and your friends had always joked they'd missed the version of you that went home with a different girl every weekend.

Still, the implication that you'd done what had, in fact, been done to you, really fucking hurt. You were more than prepared to go in there and start yelling, god knows you've been needing someone to shout at, but someone beat you to it.

"If she wanted you guys to know what happened she would have said," Ona's voice rang out through the locker room, unmistakably filled with anger. "You're supposed to be her friends, she's clearly having a tough time, and now you're accusing her of cheating? Behind her back? "

"Ona, I didn't mean anything by it," Keira began, clearly startled by the angry tone with which the brunette spoke.

"Y/n didn't cheat, she'd never do that," Ona replied fiercely. "You're lucky she didn't hear you suggest that, because I'm not sure any of you would have been able to put her back together."

With that, Ona stormed out of the room, turning the corner and coming to a sudden stop at the sight of you. You'd been too baffled by her words to move, and now it was too late.

"Y/n,"

"Thank you, Ona. Really," you said, blinking back tears. Behind Ona, Lucy, Keira, and Alexia walked out of the room, clearly on their way to go after the defender and calm her down. They all looked comically shocked at the sight of you, but you had no interest in talking to them. You spun on your heel, walking briskly out of the building and to your car, ignoring the calls of your name behind you. Ignoring, too, the tears that began to cloud your vision.

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Despite arriving home several hours ago, you lay in the same spot on the couch that you'd occupied since walking through the door. Your brain was working a mile a minute, going back and forth between fixating on Ona's passionate defense of you, and being angry at your teammates for speaking about you behind your back. You'd gotten texts from them, you knew, a particularly long apology from Keira, but you'd yet to open them. Ona had texted you too, and you hadn't read that either, for a very different reason.

You weren't mad at Keira for thinking you'd cheated, not really. You just hated that they were trying to figure out what happened; you'd made it clear you didn't want to talk about it, and here they were, dragging it back up over and over again. Logically, you knew it was because you weren't handling it well, and they could tell. Maybe you didn't like them worrying about you, either.

You were about to grab your phone and absolve your teammates of guilt, when there was a knock on your door. You walked to the door, looking through the peephole, and sighing. Of course.

"Hola, Alexia," you said, swinging the door open. Captain Alexia wasn't one to take team conflict lightly.

"Can I come in?" she asked, after returning your greeting. In response, you stepped to the side, allowing her into your apartment. She followed you in, sitting next to you on the couch. She had a familiar glint in her eyes, one that you knew meant she was determined to do something. What, you weren't exactly sure.

"Y/n, I'm really sorry we were talking about you when you weren't there. We're really worried about you, but there's no excuse. We should have brought our concerns to you," Alexia tells you sincerely.

"I know you're worried," you sigh. "And I probably wouldn't have been very receptive to you asking me about how I was doing."

"And what Keira said-"

"I get it. Of the two of us, I seem like the one who would sleep with someone else. I would have thought the same thing too."

"Does that mean Alessia cheated?" Alexia inquired, after a moment of silence. You looked at her, stunned, not quite sure how she came to that conclusion. In response to your expression, she explained.

"You're both apparently really upset, so it's clearly not mutual like you said. I know you didn't cheat. Sleeping around might have been your thing before Alessia, but it's not now, and it would be unfair to assume you hadn't changed. And, the way you phrased that last part. You "would have" thought the same thing too. That makes it sound like you no longer think that way."

You processed this for a minute, reminded of how smart Alexia was. You wanted to be annoyed, because if Alexia knew, it wouldn't be long before the whole team knew. Alexia had a strict policy of sharing everything with her co captains, who, famously, could not keep their mouths shut. You were really just relieved, though, like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, now that you didn't have to try so hard to pretend to be okay.

"Yeah. She slept with some girl in a bar."

"I'm sorry, y/n."

"It's fine. We were probably going to break up anyway, and she's having a hard time. I don't even know why I'm upset."

Alexia's face changed at that, looking somewhat stern.

"It's not fine. She still betrayed your trust, even if you were going to break up. Even if she is struggling. That's not an excuse, y/n, and you're allowed to be upset that a relationship you spent a lot of time in ended so horrifically."

You shrugged in response and avoided her eyes, chewing on the inside of your cheek. Her hand came to rest on your shoulder before she spoke again.

"It's okay to be upset, y/n, you don't need to pretend you're not having a hard time with this. None of us will think any less of you." Alexia's tone was gentle, and at her reassurance, you turned to look at her, eyes big and wet with tears.

"Oh, nena," she said, pulling you in for a hug. You went willingly, allowing yourself to be comforted for the first time since the breakup. You cried softly into Alexia's shoulder, your captain's arms wrapped tightly around you. You felt safe here, in this little bubble with the older woman, safe enough to allow yourself to feel the hurt that you'd been pushing down for days.

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You'd assumed that after speaking with Alexia, you would feel better, and start sleeping better. You did feel better; it seemed that leaning on your friends during a tough time did, in fact, make getting through it easier. But you weren't sleeping better. If anything, it was getting worse. You'd wake up on the verge of having a panic attack, so filled with anxiety you could barely breathe. You didn't recall any nightmares that prompted this, and it didn't take long for you to calm down, but it made sleeping an ordeal.

The team's next game was an away game in Tenerife. You all had flown out the afternoon before the game, and tried to distract yourself from your exhaustion by goofing around with your teammates. Keira and Lucy had been relieved when you easily accepted their apologies.

Things with Ona were... more complicated. She'd seemed almost embarrassed after her outburst in the locker room, and had taken to avoiding you. Not completely, because you still caught her staring at you during practice, but enough that you found yourself inexplicably missing her presence. Those that had been on the receiving end of the defender's scolding were evidently intrigued by her behavior.

So, when you got your room assignments for the trip and saw Ona's name next to yours on the list, you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the clear attempt from Alexia to get you back on non-awkward terms.

You all headed to dinner first, and you couldn't help but watch as Ona barely touched her food, seemingly caught up in her own thoughts. You weren't quite sure if she was preoccupied with you, or something else, but you were determined to find out. She was your friend, after all, and despite your increasingly confusing feelings for her, you wanted to be there for her.

Ona beat you to your room after dinner, and you walked in to find her sitting nervously on the bed nearest to the door, fingers picking at her nails. She began speaking almost the minute the door had shut behind you.

"I just wanted to apologize, y/n, if I overstepped. It wasn't my place to say anything, and-" you cut her off.

"Oni, it's really okay. You don't need to apologize for sticking up for me. What you said was... it was really nice." You were blushing. Why were you blushing?

"Okay, good," Ona replied, smiling in relief. She turned, presumably to finish getting ready for bed.

"Are you doing okay? You've seemed stressed recently, not like yourself," you mention, heading to your luggage to act like your question was more casual than it really was. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Ona freeze.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just been a long week." she said. For some reason, you didn't believe her. Something in her voice told you that she was lying, but you didn't want to push.

"Well, if you want to talk," you say, smiling at her reflexively. It was almost unconscious, the way your lips lifted into a grin when you saw her face, freckles scrunching adorably as she returned your smile.

You turned back to your bag, internally shaking your head at yourself. You needed to get it together. You weren't so naive to not understand what was going on, but getting into a relationship with a teammate, so soon after the disastrous end to your previous one, seemed like the world's biggest mistake.

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Even though you'd done everything you could think to relax yourself before falling asleep, you still startled slightly only a few hours later, stuck in the land between wakefulness and slumber, your body thrumming with anxiety. It was a bad one, that was really your first conscious thought. You were already short of breathe, but still somehow drowsy, and you fought to drag your eyes open, and go through the familiar routine of grounding yourself.

You didn't realize you were breathing loudly, nor did you hear Ona the first time she said your name. It was only after the first time, when she spoke louder, that you turned your head to look at her in the other bed.

"Y/n? What's wrong?" She asked. You simply shook your head in response, not quite sure you could explain it. You wanted her to go back to sleep, let you pull yourself together on your own like you always did, but you should have known Ona wouldn't do that.

Ona rose from her own bed, approaching the side of yours. You'd sat up, resting your head in your hands as your chest rose and fell erratically.

"Y/n," Ona called softly, hovering nervously next to the bed, like she didn't know what to do.

"I'm ok-okay," you gasped out, admittedly not very convincingly.

"You don't seem okay," she said, doubt clear in her tone. "Do you want me to get someone? Lucy? Ale?" She turned as if to leave.

Suddenly, you were struck with fear at the idea of her leaving. You hadn't realized how much you'd been relying on her presence to calm yourself down until she mentioned leaving. You breathing sped up again, and you reached out frantically, grabbing a fist full of her shirt. She turned back to you, seemingly surprised at your movements. her face was filled with a kindness that was so distinctly Ona, you felt yourself calming down again at the mere sight of it.

"Hey, I won't go, it's okay," she reassured you, taking a careful seat on the edge of your bed. She gripped your hand in hers, tugging it off of her shirt, and you squeezed it gratefully. She sat next to you, allowing you to regulate your breathing, not saying anything, but apparently realizing you just needed to feel her next to you. When you were calm, a few minutes later, you turned to her, prepared both to thank her, and apologize profusely, but she asked a question before you could open your mouth.

"Is this why you haven't been sleeping?" she questioned. Her eyes were peering into yours, and you wished the lights were on, so you could see the warm honey brown staring back at you.

"Yeah. I don't really know what's going on, I just wake up really anxious," you admit, again reminded of Ona's miraculous power to get you to tell her the truth. Ona contemplated for a minute, before she motioned for you to scoot over. You did, although confused, and watched as she slid into the bed next to you. Ona's had her poker face as she laid down, resting her head on your pillow, and motioning you to nestle in next to her.

You were planning to object, really. Instead of opening your mouth, though, your body moved almost without your permission, and you were soon laying next to Ona, head tucked comfortably into her chest. It was such a natural thing, laying against her, like something you'd done a thousand times. You weren't tense, or uncomfortable. You just felt sleepy, suddenly, and enjoyed the feel of the spaniard's soft t-shirt on your cheek, not even questioning it when her arms wrapped around you, holding you securely against her.

Ona didn't say anything, and she didn't need to. You were already drifting off, remarkably calm for someone snuggling one of their friends, who they maybe, possibly, were developing a crush on. You didn't feel butterfly's like you would have expected. Ona never made you feel nervous. Flustered, sure. But as you drifted off into the best sleep you'd had in weeks, you were truly struck with how she comforted you easily, and how she got you to accept that comfort with no argument.

When you woke the next morning, still cuddled close to Ona, you marveled at the fact that you'd slept through the rest of the night. You watched her face as she slept next to you, the morning sunlight hitting her freckles perfectly. You wondered if you could count them all.

You also wondered how much longer you could pretend you weren't falling for the girl next to you.

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#woso imagine #woso #woso x reader #barca femeni #barcelona femeni x reader #ona batlle x reader

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nightunite · 3 days ago

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How does maid reader get their things to König's manor? Do they leave with Duke MacTavish's knowledge or just vanish entirely and tell no one where they are going? Or do they simply only take only what they can carry and leave everything else behind?

-💎 Anon

Hello hello! Very excited to put out this one. Happy Turkey Day to those who celebrate, may your dinner table's be free of conflict!

At least at this point our lovely reader is more flight than fight, though we might see that change in the future.

She makes her way through the halls, back to her room with light steps, careful to avoid the creaking floorboards. She's managed to avoid being alone with Johnny (Duke MacTavish, she reminds herself, he is not Johnny, not for someone of your place) for the past few days, only a handful of hours between her and escape. She is torn, forced between two choices that make her breath catch in her lungs and her nails dig into her palms, knuckles white from force. Even now she struggles to leave this place, her job, her house but never her home, never her husband. Her mind knows this is for the best, to slip away in the wee hours of the morning, mist coating the grounds while the rest of the inhabitants sleep away, unaware that they will be one maid short come time to start on the linens. The only one aware of her vacancy is the head maid, who had fixed her with a look she couldn't return before uttering a soft murmur of understanding, reaching out to fix an errant strand of hair on her forehead in a way that reminded her of her mother. Perhaps it's the coward's way out, sneaking from her employer's grasp with him none the wiser.

She doesn't want to walk away from this, still carries a spark of yearning in her belly. The silly girl inside of her head begs for him to take notice, to realize what and who is in front of him, to see her for who she is to him (but he has, hasn't he? It's only her who failed to understand the true picture, so caught up in the tiny details that she never grasped the true meaning). Something akin to the romance novels some of the other women giggle about in their downtime, a grand gesture showing her it's not all for naught, that he loves her, truly.

Because he has to love her, doesn't he? At least a little? She couldn't have been the only one falling this entire time right? How else could he hold her in his arms, press heated kisses to the column of her throat, whisper of how she was his favorite? Perhaps if she goes to him, if she tells him how she feels, how she may be carrying his child, their child, he'll look at her the way she needs him to- Light spills from a doorway along with laughter, shadows flickering on the opposite wall. Johnny's Duke MacTavish's study is awake, and from the sounds of things she knows exactly who is here. Her stomach clenches for the uncountable time that day as she debates turning back the way she came. Unbidden, she steps closer still, and catches the tail end of the conversation. "So, how was she Simon?" Duke Price from the sounds of it. "Terrible. Kept squealing in my ear. Wasn't sure if I was bedding a maid or a pig." The clinking of ice inside of a glass followed by a loud sip. "Barely managed to find my finish. Honestly Johnny, don't know how you can find pleasure taking your maids for a turn." Oh. She covers her mouth, hiding her breathing as it becomes shaky, tears coming to sting and pool at her lashline. They know. "It's all about which ones you pick Simon! Take my best girl for instance-" No no God please no. "She's my favorite you know. Had to teach her everything, all shy and sweet, not expecting nothing of me. Best one to have in my arms, quick learner. The others are fun too, but the way she giggles and craves me," he sighs, "Makes me feel all warm, always gazing up at me like I'm her knight in shining armor!"

The clink of a fork against porcelain hits the air followed the sound of loud chewing, a fruity aroma hitting her nostrils over the faint odor of cigar smoke and making her fight the urge to retch. Apple tart. He's eating apple tart. Telling the other men about how he likes to fuck her while he eats one of those god-damned apple tarts.

The first time he had ever given her that smile, the one she once thought meant he loved her, was when they had met in the kitchen, late at night. She had come down for a glass of water, and he to sneak the remains of the apple tart from the icebox. He had offered her a bite, a cheeky wink making her cheeks warm as he offered it to be their little secret, 'just a little snack between friends, hen'. From there it became more, became Johnny, became rustled skirts and bitten lips, became floating within reach of Heaven every time their eyes locked or their hands brushed...

Became heartbreak and hopelessness, became a place of convenience, became another casualty of love and the harsh gravity of reality. Like an apple plucked from the tree, peeling back the thin veil separating her flesh from the air so he can taste the juices. He showed her what it meant to be a woman, to understand a man in the way mother's tease about for when their daughters grow older. He showed her what she thought was love, how a husband and wife would love one another.

Her heart never ceases to ache these days, a pain that echoes through her chest, like he has cored her out entirely, sunk his teeth into the innermost parts of her and found the flavor wanting. Was she not sweet enough? Too tart? Too soft? Not ripe enough for a man as impatient as him, jaws always aching for the next bite? Why, she wants to scream. Wants to storm into the study and rage at him, watch the way his face flushes and pales in turn as she strips him bare before these men whose approval he so desperately seeks. Why did you carve me open just to find another to sate your hunger. Why was I not enough for you. Why are you everything and I am nothing.

She has to leave, before he leaves her rotten and hollowed out, a sickly sweet death as she withers while he goes on to glut himself. A seed tossed haphazardly into the dirt only to take root, a weed sprouting free from the carefully tended rows in the field. If her suspicions are right and their folly bears fruit, she needs to run before the entire orchard is condemned. She refuses to cling to anyone else and send them crashing down in the fallout with her, even if it would suit Duke MacTavish right. She slips back down the hall like a shadow, barely visible for the blink of an eye as she darts down another corridor to her room. Shutting the door silently, she wipes at her cheeks and eyes, already raw from how much she's scrubbed at them. At the foot of her bed rests all she owns. Her meager belongings already packed away, a simple trunk's worth of things to carry to her new home tomorrow. She was foolish to think for even a moment there was another option in play here. She would always be a maid, and he a Duke, and there was no stepping outside of those bounds. With that knowledge, she curls into herself under the covers, hoping for sleep to take her swiftly so she may finally close this chapter.

In the morning at the MacTavish duchy, there is one less maid, and one less choice.

#baron konig au

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wandanatsthings · 9 months ago

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Hey guys so this post might contradict my last but this is something I struggled with and thought others might be able to relate So I thought i'd share. Hope you enjoy it, feedback is always welcomed. New writer.

(P.s Im dyslexic i'm trying my best)

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: Mentions of body type/weight (not specific #), not eating, speaks of being ambushed but does not go into detail. Working out, angst and fluff. Missing S/O. Cursing. Panic attack maybe?/ breaking down sobbing. Stress. I think that’s it. Please let me know if I miss anything :)

Summary: Reader stressed out and doesn’t have an appetite while Wanda and Natasha are away on a mission.

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Y/n Pov

You had just gotten home from a long day at work where nothing had gone your way. It started with the mission reports that you swore you had completed going missing. You had torn almost your whole office apart looking for them. You just could not find them. You had finally accepted the fact that your work day would be spent redoing mission reports. When you got word that you would be sent on a mission to receive some data from Hydra that SHIELD needed. You usually didn’t complain about going on missions but with the mission reports that needed to be redone on top of the report you were going to have to write for this mission to say you were dreading it would be the least, but you packed up, got on your suit and went outside to the landing pad where the quin-jet was right there waiting for you.

When you got there you were able to get the files you needed. The problem only came when you were trying to leave. The heater sensor on your suit detected hydra agents right where you needed to go to get to the jet and by your heat sensor flashing red like crazy you could tell that there were a lot of them. You took a deep breath and started to walk towards them. The closer you got you could count that it was a total of 10 of them. “I can do this,” you said to yourself. The agent closest to you was to the right with his back turned so he couldn’t see you. You decided that now would be a good time to try out your girlfriend's widow bites that she had given you weeks prior. You threw one out towards him and watched it take effect.

That went well you thought but as you went to do the same to the other agents that had their backs to you, You had been spotted. They all came running towards you, some with their weapons drawn, others ready to avenge you with their fist. Luckily after a long gruesome fight, you were able to get back to the jet with all the information Furry needed. You had some scrapes and bruises but honestly, you didn't care. All you wanted to do was get back to Nat and Wanda. After the long shitty day you had, you decided that the mission reports could wait until a later date. When you got back to the Avengers compound furry was already waiting for you at the landing pad with his hand out for the flash drive that contains all the information SHIELD required.

“Do you have the file and what the hell happened to you?” furry said with a curious look on his face. “Yes I have the files and to answer your question I was ambushed.” You said anxiously to get back to your living corridors to shower and finally be with your girlfriends. “Well are you okay?” he asked. Now furry wasn't the type to show his emotions but you had become his daughter much like Natasha so it didn’t surprise you when he voiced his concerns. “Yes I'm fine, just a couple of scrapes and bruises, nothing I can’t handle.” you reassured him. “Okay well, if it becomes anything more go see Dr. Banner and thank you.” With that, he walked away to go wherever furry goes and you headed to your floor where you hoped your lovers would be waiting for you.

When you got there though you were surprised to hear that the house was fully quiet. Are they home? You wondered. To answer your question, you walked farther into the kitchen and you saw a note on the counter. You grab the note, open it and what you read makes your heart sink. “Hi Detka, we're sorry we are not there to welcome you home. We got called on a short mission and should be back by the end of tonight to have dinner with you. Also, I (Wanda) made your favorite for lunch. It's in the fridge, heat it when you're ready. Xoxo Wands & Natty.” You put the note back down on the counter with a sigh. You understood how random missions could be. I mean you just went on an unexpected one yourself but you really wanted your girlfriends to hold you after the crappy day you had and they weren't here. Now you know that's not their fault but you couldn't help but feel just a little disappointed. You walked to the fridge to get the lunch your sweet witch had made for you and when you pulled it out you saw yet another note sitting on top of the cling wrap plate. You took the note off the plate and put it into the microwave so it could heat while you read the note. “Hi Detka, I hope you got our first note again we're sorry but I made your favorite. We love you!” You smiled at that. You love that they took the time to leave you notes. To you, it showed how much of a priority they thought you were.

By the time you finished reading the love-filled note, you heard the microwave beep. You got the food out, stopped by the drawer by the sink to grab yourself a spoon, and made your way to the dining room table to enjoy a meal that your wonderful girlfriend made. It made you chuckle when you thought back to how Wanda specified that it was her who made it. Both of you know that Natasha couldn’t cook to save her life. When You take the cling wrap off of the plate. Your stomach turned. It wasn’t the food. No, the food looked amazing. It was you. For some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to eat it. Now this wasn’t new to you. Anytime you had a bad day or things felt out of your control you just wouldn’t have an appetite. It had gotten better when you met your girlfriends. They would always listen to your venting and be there when you needed them. You hadn’t had this problem in a while when they were around. But you were a 24 y/o woman. You were sure you could handle a little stress without your girlfriends coming to your rescue. So you put up the food to come back to it later. While you were waiting for your appetite to come back around you decided to go take a shower and start on all the mission reports you had to get done.

A few hours had passed and it was almost dinner time. You had gotten so caught up in doing your mission reports that you hadn’t even realized that your loves were not back yet. With that, you got up to go ask Tony where they were to see if he had any updates. On your way to Tony’s lab, you stopped at the kitchen to get a water bottle, When you opened the fridge you saw your lunch still sitting there untouched “I'm gonna eat it later.” You said to yourself. When you got to Tony's lab you saw him hunched over looking at what looked like to be floor plans, for what you had no idea but you learned early on in your time here to never ask.

“Hey Tony,” you said approaching him. He looks up from what he’s doing and acknowledges you. “Hey kid, whatcha up too?” “Nothing much, um I was wondering if you had any update on Nat and Wanda? They were supposed to be back by now.” You replied. “No, why do you guys have a hot date planned or something?” He said winking at you. “No, Tony was just wondering where they were.” You say annoyed. He laughs and says “Okay okay um maybe ask Steve? He should know.” “Okay, thank you asshole.” You say with a slight smile on your face as you walk away. “Your welcome ass-hat.” You hear him yell. Although he was a pain in your ass 90% of the time you love the red tin man. You got on the elevator to go find Steve only to realize you had no idea where he was so you asked Friday. “Hey Friday, where’s Steve?” “Steve Rogers is in the gym agent y/l/n.” they reply. “Thanks, Friday.” You say back as you push the gym floor button on the elevator. When you arrive you walk in to see him punching a punching bag. He immediately notices you. “Hey, y/l/n what can I do for you?” He says “Hey cap I was wondering if you had any update on Wanda and Natasha. They said they were going to be back by dinner time. Any idea on where they are?” He looks at you with a sad look on his face. “Yeah, I'm sorry y/n their mission turned out to be not as easy as we thought and they're gonna have to go undercover for a week. Maybe more.” When you hear this your heart drops for a second time this day. “Okay, thanks, Steve.” You say sadly. “You welcome y/n.” He says with a frown on his face knowing how hard it is for you when the 2 red heads are away. When you get back to your floor you decide to call it a night exhausted from the day you've had. As soon as your head hits the pillow you're asleep dreaming that your girlfriends are in the bed with you. While the meal in the fridge sat there waiting to be eaten.

2 weeks. 2 weeks had passed since you saw your girlfriends and since you had a full proper meal. With the stress of work and missing your lovers, you had barely eaten anything more than an apple here and there with some water. Along with that, you had been working out to try and keep your mind off of the fact you hadn’t even talked to them in 2 weeks since it was an undercover no-contact mission. So it was no surprise that that's where you were when they came home.

Wanda’s Pov

When we finally got home after 2 weeks of being undercover all we both wanted was you, food, and a shower. You being the main goal though but when we came into the house it was quiet. We called out to you but no one answered. It was rare that when we returned from the mission you didn’t come running into our arms so excited that we were home so we then decided to ask Friday where you were. “Hey Friday, where's y/n?” “Welcome home Ms. Maximoff and Ms. Romanov. Agent y/l/n is in the gym currently.” They said, “Okay thanks Friday.” I said looking towards Natasha “Let's shower and stuff and then we can go get her and have dinner together.” I say. She nods towards me and says. “Sounds like a plan.” We then make our way to our bathroom to shower.

Nats Pov

After Wands and I shower I headed into the kitchen to get some water while she put on lotion. When I went into the fridge I was surprised to see that the meal Wanda made you still sat in the fridge untouched beside the note being gone. I then looked around more in the fridge to find that nothing else had been touched either. Everything was in the same place as how we left it 2 weeks ago. I then looked around the entire kitchen to come up with the same results. So I called Wanda out here to tell her what I had found and with one look we both raced to the gym to find you. When we got there we could see you through glass, running on the treadmill but when we walked fully inside the sight we saw broke our hearts. You were thin. Like unhealthily thin. Now you weren't even overweight to begin with so with all the working out and barely eating it was enough that within 2 weeks you looked sickly. At the sound of Wanda's gasp when she saw you. You finally noticed them standing there.

Y/n Pov

I was running on the treadmill with my headphones on when I looked up and saw the women I had been longing for for the past 2 weeks. I quickly shut off the treadmill and ran towards them. When I finally reached them I just hugged them, they immediately both hugged me back but something felt off. When I looked up at their faces both of them had tears in their eyes. I let go a little and asked them “What's wrong, Is everything okay? Are you guys hurt?” I say checking over them frantically. When I'm satisfied with my check I look up to them and what comes out of Wanda’s mouth makes my stomach turn."Have you been eating?” she says shakily “What do you mean? Of course, I've been eating.” I say getting a little defensive. “No you haven't’ the meal Wanda left for you before we left is still there and nothing has been moved in the kitchen or the refrigerator. Is everything okay? Are you sick?” Natasha asks. As soon as she asks that You break down in tears. All of the stress of the weeks prior catching up with you all at once. “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,” You say sobbing and falling to the floor. Wanda and Nat both catch you before you can reach the floor and bring you into their laps just holding you and whispering sweet nothings. When you've finally calmed down Natasha is the first one to speak. “Do you wanna tell us what's going on or would you like to talk about it later?” “No, we can talk about it now,” You say, your scratchy voice from crying.

While you're preparing yourself to tell them everything from the past weeks you feel both of them kiss your forehead and that's what gives you the strength to start talking. “Um before you guys left I had been having a rough day. My mission reports had gone missing and they were due soon and I had got sent on a mission that was supposed to be easy but then I got ambushed.” As you say that Wanda interrupts you and asks “Are you okay, did you need to go to medical?” while checking over you just like you had done minutes ago to the both of them.“I'm fine don’t worry,” You say kissing her hands you then continue. “As I was saying I was ambushed and all I wanted was you guys when I got home and you weren’t there. And don't apologize I can feel you both getting ready too. I understand unexpected missions happen and that is not your fault. When I realized you were not there I saw your first note on the counter which I love. When you leave me notes by the way but then I made my way to the fridge to get lunch. I had all intentions of eating it but when I sat down to eat it I just couldn’t.” You then go on to explain to them that when you're stressed out and when things get out of your control you lose your appetite.

After you're finished talking, Wanda begins to speak. “We are so sorry you had to go through that alone, but as long as we're your girlfriends you won’t ever again have to. Maybe we can talk to Bruce and find you some new coping skills to cope with the stress.” She says “Yeah, what do you think about that sweet girl?” Natasha asks you. You look up at them with so much love in your eyes. “I think that’s a great idea, thank you guys,” You said, giving each of them a kiss. “No problem zolotse,” Natasha says with a smile on her face. “How about we get some lunch?” says Wanda. You look up at them with a small bit of fear on your face having not eaten in 2 weeks you were scared of how your stomach would react. “Don't worry love, we’ll be right here with you.” You hear Wanda say. With that, you all start to make your way to your floor to enjoy lunch. With you thinking that no matter how stressed you got you will always have your girlfriends to make it better.

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wands-natsthing · 3 months ago

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Stressed

This story was on my old acct @wandanatsthings I made a new one (aka this one) which will be the acct I use from now on.

Hey, guys so this post might contradict my last but this is something I struggled with and thought others might be able to relate So I thought i'd share. Hope you enjoy it, feedback is always welcomed. New writer.

(P.s Im dyslexic i'm trying my best)

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: Reader stressed out and doesn’t have an appetite while Wanda and Natasha are away on a mission.

Y/n Pov

Wanda’s Pov

Nats Pov

Y/n Pov

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Feedback welcomed and very much appreciated!!

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kryptznnn · 1 month ago

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♡/♛- Disrespectful

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➸ INTERESTS; - jjk!geto suguru/satoru gojo x sorcerer!reader

➸ BACKGROUND; - living within your early twenties, you were working alongside Geto as his protege. As he required extended information on someone who served an important part of his past that he claimed was his enemy, he sends you out to become his personal spy. The only problem was that what the future had in store between you and both men was highly unexpected.

➸ WARNINGS; - wc.2.5k uhh flirting, tension between two parties, love triangle ish, slowburn, mentions of sexual behavior, spying, double agent bla bla, romantic mentions

➸a.i; -eek new theme, also i realized i didnt mention at all but the reader (you) have water technique, basically hydrokinesis. this will also be a series!! not sure how long right now but we're working w the potential bare w me twin

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♡/♛- Disrespectful Masterlist

"Thank you for your assistance today, I'm sure I've gotten the handle of everything now" you stated, swiping the bottom of your skirt before you sat at your desk.

"No problem, thank god I was here with you huh? Would've gotten lost or torn the entire school down, I'm your knight in shining armor beautiful" Gojo teased, you only rolled your eyes in response to his flirting attempt.

It's been like this all week, today was supposed to be your first official week of teaching at Tokyo Jujutsu High School (that had just ended of course), and honestly it was amazing. The students were kind and full of so much potential, your colleagues were respectful and willing to help with anything you needed, most more daring than others. Gojo playing a full-on example of such, but you didn't mind it, you would only laugh it off or brush it off.

You knew better than to give into his snarky comments or flirty compliments, whether by how you were dressed or what you would say to the other staff and students. It wasn't what you were here for regardless of the situation, and it didn't seem sincere.

"He's like that with all the women in and out of here, don't mind him" Ieriri had told you after your second day at work here, you only nodded seeing it was obvious enough. She had also told you to just refer to her as Shoko, which you completely forgot about.

"I'll be taking my leave now, I have plenty of homework to do myself and I'm a damn teacher" you huffed, he only chuckled in response. Yeah, being a teacher was a serious job, but its only your first week here and you've already filed so many papers just to be here, now you had more to attend to personally and academically for your students.

"So early? Didn't you want to stay with me a little longer? You're gonna miss my company." He stated simply, you scoffed in response, smiling at him as you packed your work bag and got out of your seat.

"I'll have all of this work and my bed to keep me busy when I get back home" you joked, smiling to yourself before looking up at Gojo, still leaning by your desk and wall cross armed.

"You should come out with me to eat later on for dinner, my treat" he said, now standing in front of you, his frame blocking you from leaving the room even if you tried. You only looked up at him, looking at his blindfolds, even with them on you could feel his eyes scanning yours, or maybe your face, or your figure.

Whatever it was, you looked away swallowing before declining his invitation. A dinner date was insane, especially at this rate, it was way too early, and you weren't even interested in him. Your mission and reason of being here was more than enough to motivate you into being here.

"You flatter me, but even if you were the last person on earth, I wouldn't be doing anything with you Satoru Gojo." You spoke softly, placing your index finger on his chest to move him slightly aside as you pushed past him walking off.

As you walked off towards the back down the hallway you could feel his eyes on you from behind, taking in each of your steps as the sound of your shoes echoed in the halls. You quickly shut your eyes and shrugged off the feeling, already digging in your pocket for your car keys.

"I'll text you the address if you change your mind!!" He shouted down the hall, you didn't bother responding or even turning around, you just chuckled to yourself and exited the building.

Soon after arriving in your car, you locked your doors and opened your armrest looking for your second phone. As you powered it on and scrolled through your contacts you also started your car, dialing a specific number and placing it on speaker as you drove out of the parking lot into the main road. Of course, as always whenever you call, he answered on the second ring.

"Hello?" you heard the male voice grunt softly; you smiled taking a right turn on the road.

"Hey, I'm stopping by your place, we have some stuff to debrief" you said, looking over at your bag in the passenger side, then back at the road. He only agreed in response and hung up the phone, to which you sighed, and your smile quickly turned into a frown as you continued your drive to your destination.

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You soon made it and began to walk through the alleyway, knocking on a strange door about four times and whispering something discreet before it opened. Faced with another door in front of you, you dug for a black key in your pocket, unlocking the door and twisting the handle walking inside to place your bag on the counter.

"What have you found out so far?" You heard the same voice from earlier ask from behind you, you didn't even bother responding, huffing in annoyance.

"Hello to you too, and I've only been around for a week there's so little I was able to grasp Suguru" you responded flatly, you could practically feel his eyes roll as he sucked his teeth at you. This was getting tired some honestly, and not going in the way you had wanted.

You only took on this job for him, he told you how important it would be to him and the sake of what we were following all for the ‘greater good’ he repeated over and over. You would constantly feed into the bullshit he had given you over and over, just for the sake of your relationship with him. The last thing he could tolerate was being alone, let alone you leaving him, it would’ve sent him over the bridge, again.

The relationship you two shared was somewhat special some would say. You would communicate from time to time and be intimate, very intimate, but it didn’t change the fact you two were drawn to one another. He had always pushed past the idea of labels or calling you his girlfriend or the ideas on proposing and marriage so eventually it died down to the point where neither one of you could do anything about it.

You too had your own issues, you liked your personal freedom, doing your own things having your own space and growing. Commitment is a huge deal, and it honestly felt like spending the entirety of your life with him in the place he called home was signing yourself off.

You were sure on the difference between temporary and permanent and honestly in the long run, temporary sounded like the best solution every time, thankfully enough for you Suguru was open and understanding enough to not hold it against you, respecting your decisions.

The only thing that would constantly throw you over was his way of hiding things from you, like his relationship with Satoru or his past with everyone there, and what he truly wanted from Sukuna and his fingers, it was killing you.

Working for him should at least give you the opportunity to know something, even a little. Have some sort of knowledge so you weren’t walking into your new spying profession blind, but in all honesty, it didn’t seem like he cared.

It seemed like he cared more about his pursuit, revenge, power, whatever it was more than you. Just that alone was making you give him the cold shoulder, he hadn’t even welcomed you the way he used to when you walked in, who does that?

"Cut it with the attitude, now isn't the time." He said, now standing up and making his way over to you, you pursed your lips together as you watched him, turning around into his kitchen and opening his fridge, grabbing a gallon of juice.

"Aside from all of the work I have to do, Itadori has consumed two of the fingers already. Physically I haven't seen any major changes to his body, or any harm, he seems to be taking it very well as if he was made for it." You said, he only hummed in response as his footsteps came to a halt.

He was now behind you in the kitchen, watching your every move. You opened a cupboard door to get a glass cup, just for him to come up behind you pressing against you and grabbing a cup on the higher shelf before you could and placing it down upon the counter in front of you.

"Yeah? And any tabs or leads on where the others are?" He asked smoothly, placing a hand on your waist and pressing you against the counter, making it physically impossible to turn around or leave. The tension thick as your breath hitched, feeling your stomach tighten the same way it does when you're on amusement park rides.

"No, Gojo- well, Satoru asked me to accompany him tonight, I could lean into it and ask if you'd like.” You responded, keeping your head down, he only hummed in response, soon leaning over and bringing you into a full bear hug. You hesitated for a few seconds before hugging his arms back, smiling softly.

“I missed you this week y’know?” He said softly against your shoulder, you giggled at the feeling of his breath tickling your neck. You nodded your head softly as you let him go and he let go of you too, now standing beside you as you poured the juice into the glass cup and put it away in the fridge. Now picking it off the counter and placing it to your lips looking over at Suguru, who looked at you with a raised brow.

“Not using your powers?” He asked with a tone of surprise, you only shook your head and placed the cup down, pointing over to your bag from across the both of you.

“Code of Conduct within the academic protocol of the school. You aren’t supposed to use them for fun or show and tell, only if asked, necessary, or attacked and in need of self-defense. Plus, it isn’t a huge deal it’s just juice.” You responded, taking the up and downing the rest of juice in it. He smiled at you softly, digging in his pocket pulling out a pack of cigarettes and removing one, walking over back to where he was seated and grabbed his lighter off the small table.

You pulled your primary 'work' phone from your pocket as Suguru sat back on his couch, going through his phone making a call, placing his cigarette to his lips as he pocketed the pack. He cupped his hand around his cigarette using the lighter to light it, placing his phone by his ear held by his shoulder and taking a small puff of his cigarette. You went through your messages and clicked on 'Annoying Ass Satoru', smiling at the contact name you created for him.

Definitely giving yourself extra points for creativity. You began typing as you heard Suguru mentioning the information you had just given him, as soon as he realized you were picking up on the call he left the room. You only rolled your eyes out of irritation, quick to text Satoru.

[You: Hey, turns out I might pick up on your offer after all since my night is clear and my workload isn't as bad ☻] you sent, before you could even x out of the page or turn your phone off, he immediately started typing in response.

[Annoying Ass Satoru: *hearted your message* I knew you'd change your mind I'm literally irresistible] you smiled at his response, shaking your head and letting out a heavy breath.

[You: As if, don't get too ahead of yourself, what time is it?] you replied, he immediately started typing again.

[Annoying Ass Satoru: Try to be ready around 7? If you want, I could come get you, just send me your address]

[You: Oh no I'll be driving myself, I don't give my address out to strangers 👎, I'll be ready by then]

[Annoying Ass Satoru: Can't get mad at me for being a gentleman. But here's the address XXXX Main Blvd, XXXX ****]

You only hearted the message, quickly grabbing your belongings and heading out the door, not even bothering to say goodbye to Suguru.

You quickly left and got to your car, driving off back to your apartment to change into a fresh pair of clothes and refresh your makeup. Soon after you drove off to the address that was sent to you, arriving a little earlier than expected just in case.

Before you could place your phone and belongings in your purse you realized you completely forgot to wear lip gloss, lowering your visor and looking into your mirror. You quickly reached into your bag and applied it, hearing a small knocking on your window making you jump.

You quickly turned around to see-

"Satoru, Jesus." You said, placing a hand over your chest and taking a sigh of relief, closing your visor and placing your lip gloss in your purse. Picking up your keys and getting out of the car, to which Satoru held the door open after you.

You only shook your head at him as he chuckled at your startled reaction, closing your car door behind you as you locked it. He soon escorted you inside of the restaurant and spoke to the front desk about a reservation he had made. You took this time to examine him as you stood from behind him, he was well dressed, his hair wasn't held up by his blindfold now, resting against his ears and the back of his neck.

Wearing black suit pants and a navy-blue button up and sunglasses, and dress shoes. Honestly you had mentioned to him how his eyes are always covered and even questioned him about it, to which his response was 'You'd fall in love with me' making you roll your eyes each time he said the same corny line.

You couldn't lie, he was an attractive man. He didn't have a single decent flaw; he drew crowds and lots of attention wherever he went, and he was powerful. If you hadn't known any better, or maybe crossed paths with him for different reasons other than Suguru's plan, you might've actually fell for him and his flirty remarks.

You were too busy to even think about him that way anyways, you had Suguru to keep you company romantically, and sexually. You were satisfied with him and your relationship with one another after knowing each other for so long. Getting closer to Satoru past a worker basis isn't even possible with your guard up this high.

Snapping you out of your thoughts Satoru reached for your arm as a waitress motioned for you to follow her, you quickly followed after, wrapping your arm over Satoru's then whispering in his ear.

"I'm still trying to wrap my whole head around Itadori and his whole 'situation', can we go over it more when we're seated?" You asked him in a whisper, emphasizing the word 'situation'. He only grinned and shook his head, turning it to the side slightly to your ear.

"Tonight is only about the two of us, all of that stuff can come later. As of right now, I wanna get to know you Y/n L/n" he whispered in return, you froze for a bit and sighed, gritting your teeth as you made your way to the table, fixing your dress before sitting down.

Satoru sat from across you, smiling nearly ear to ear, you only placed your elbow on the table and resting your head in your palm.

Alright so change of plans apparently, you'd have to get to know Satoru past a worker basis in order to know everything he does.

Tonight was going to be a long night.

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xoxoavenger · 4 months ago

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Us.

pairing: Luke Castellan x Fem!Reader

summary: Y/N wonders if Luke misses her too, if it was real to him too. Luke isn't sure how to show her how he feels.

word count: 1362

warnings: major character death, angst

notes: this is based on 'Us.' by Gracie Abrams but it was written while watching Supernatural which made it a little dramtic so sorry about that

part 1 part 2 masterlist

Y/N stares at Luke, heart racing as she breathes through her mouth, air seemingly sucked out of her lungs as well as the surrounding area.

"What are you doing?" She asks lowly, not wanting to break whatever spell this is. She can't look at him, only able to stare at the flowers in his hand.

"I'm making amends." His voice is strained, as if he doesn't quite want to be saying the words. She's not sure what to think of that.

"I don't," She starts, blinking as she tries to find the words. She puts a hand to the almost faded bruise on her forehead, remembering the last time she saw him. "You hit me over the head with a sword." She says, as if he would have forgotten that.

"I know," He croaks, looking at his shoes. The flowers droop toward the ground, a bud falling to the dirt. He looks like he's truly sorry, like he feels bad about it, but all she remembers is how she felt waking up in the infirmary, headache pulsing in her temple and heart aching in her chest.

"I told you I loved you and you," She cuts herself off and looks away, tears coming into her vision. She cannot keep reliving that horrible day. Maybe Percy was right.

"I'm sorry, " He rushes out, stepping forward. "I honestly didn't think you were going to show up there." He tries to justify, and Y/N just stares at him.

"So you weren't going to even say goodbye." She summarizes, and tilts his head as he frowns.

"Y/N," He says softly, but she shakes her head.

"No, I get it." She puts her hands out, a sardonic smile on her face. "It was fake, so why would you care." She turns around, even though she doesn't want to leave. She knows she has to do it, put one foot in front of the other.

"It wasn't fake." She stops in her tracks, not turning to look but not leaving anymore. "I came up with the whole plan because I was in love with you and I didn't want to tell you because I knew what I had to do. And I didn't think you would love me back."

"So you hit me over the head with a sword? You left with Kronos! You bro-" She jiggles her leg in an attempt to keep her emotions in as her voice breaks, tears falling down her cheeks. "You broke my heart, Luke." She tells him in a soft, torn voice. She still can't look at him.

"I know. But I can make it up to you, I swear." He sounds like he's begging now, and she doesn't know what to do. She turns back to him, walking forward until she's almost pressed against him. She can't help it, the need to feel him close, even though she knows it's wrong.

"I can't leave my friends." She whispers, barely audible.

"I love you." Luke drops, and she can't help but press her lips to his. She doesn't know where to put her hands, so they float between Her and Luke as if she were about to put them on his chest. He grabs them as he drops the flowers to the ground, squeezing them tight and pulling her even closer.

"I love you too." She whispers when they part, foreheads leaning against each other. His thumbs rubbing against her hands, their breathes mingling. "But where do we go from here?" She asks, knowing she can't just move on. He hurt her irreparably.

"Come with me," Luke starts, leaning back just slightly to look at her. "I have a boat, we're going to set up there. You'd never have to leave, I'd protect you." He tells her, as if that was her problem the whole time - being protected.

"In all my time at Camp Half-Blood, I've only had one person hit me over the head with a sword." She says, pulling away further. Luke shakes his head, about to explain, when footsteps pound from behind him.

"Traitor!" Someone yells, causing Luke and Y/N to turn and look. As they see the camper with a sword coming at them, Luke pulls Y/N into him. But the camper was already set on his path to stab Luke in the back, so he doesn't have time to correct before the blade runs through Y/N's side. The camper slides it out quickly in horror, but the damage has been done. Blood is spilling out of her side, and she barely has time to put a hand over the wound before she's collapsing into Luke.

"No, no, no!" Luke cries, falling to the ground with Y/N in his arms. Blood is spilling everywhere, and Luke gags as he sees Y/N's skin pale. He knows she's not making it out of this. "Help! Please!" He doesn't know who to ask, which one of the gods will hear his prayer. He knows he's not in good standing, but this is for Y/N.

"I-I didn't mean to!" The camper says, tears spilling out of his eyes.

"Go get help!" Luke yells, knowing he's going to out himself. He looks down at Y/N again, at the hole in her side, and almost throws up. After all the death he's seen, all the gruesome wounds he's been apart of, he still feels sick.

"Luke," He knows that she's almost gone, that there's no hope. Blood is covering the carnations he had bought her.

"Please, please, help her." Luke mutters, looking up to the sky. He grabs Y/N's hand, and when she doesn't squeeze back he looks down.

"Don't let this turn you into... something you're not. You're not a god... you're Luke Castellan. And I love... Luke Castellan." She chokes out most of her sentence, before her eyes go wild. "You have to leave. Live a life away... from this place... they won't understand. Promise me, Luke," She goes completely lax in his arms, eyes open and blood pooled in her mouth. Luke gags again as he turns his face away, unable to look at her.

"You can't let her die," Luke says, looking up to the sky again as tears fall down his face. "This is my fault. Please, just let her live, and I will leave her alone." When he's met with silence, he starts to get more desperate. "My life for hers. Take me instead, Hades. Make me a slave, or a statue, anything. Just don't take her." Hes begging frantically, chest heaving with emotion. His prayers don't fall on deaf ears, but Aphrodite appears with no way to save her daughter.

"I knew this would happen." The goddess says with a sad face. "I tried to tell her to move on, but of course, she didn't listen. I wouldn't have." Luke wants to throttle the goddess, but he knows he can't. Not only would it not do anything, but she looks exactly like Y/N.

"Save her!" Luke yells, and he can hear people approaching soon. "Do something! I'll give my life, just please!" He begs, but the goddess shakes her head.

"You should go." Aphrodite says as she crouches, placing a hand over her daughter's face and closing her eyes. When Luke doesn't move, she looks down at him. "I'm giving you an out, boy. Leave now." She picks up her daughter and places her in her arms, fixing her up. Even in death, she's gorgeous.

"Why?" Luke asks, standing but not leaving yet.

"Because that was her dying breath. We're here because you didn't listen to her last time you saw her, so you're going to listen to her now." The goddess puts her forehead to her daughter's head, and Luke takes one last look at his lover, who is now dead because of him. He steps into the blood soaked carnations, and then he sprints out.

"They didn't let you save her," Luke hears him in his head, and he knows he's not strong enough to keep himself in check anymore. "I could have done it. And I will do it, when you raise me." Luke wipes his face, taking a deep breath to calm his churning stomach.

"What do I have to do?"

tags (if you commented on the last post about wanting another part I tagged you): @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @one-sweet-gubler @sflame15-blog @cwlxlx @zomdrool

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader angst #luke castellan angst

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twstbookclub · 5 months ago

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Love in the dark

Summary: Having feelings for a delinquent is... hard. Having feelings for said delinquent and changing him for the better is worse. You thought he would've forgotten you, but even with your feelings in the dark, you had hope that he would. Pronouns: Gender Neutral POV: 2nd Admin/Writer: Kai⚔️ Tags: Deuce Spade, Deuce angst. very light angst, delinquent Deuce, open-ended, I could follow this up one day... could Word count: 3,458

A/N: I was g o i n g to post this one after the Parallel Lines fic, but I was way too excited to post about Epel and Azul angst(I was so proud of them), that I put this on the back burner. I know we had a 2 week post period and now I've left it for a month yes I KNOW, but I was trying to let this one take a while to post, because honestly... we have no content right now.

On a technical scale, we do, at least I do, I have like 2 of them in the basement ready to be edited and like 4 as WIPs, and I'm honestly writing other fics that aren't twst related(heh follow my personal Tumblr), but there's still things to do plus life stuff SO ty all for being patient !

Your home wasn't exactly in the best neighborhood. You had a parent who was barely around due to work, which meant you were home alone most of the time. You had some good entertainment, though. These poorly built apartments had thin walls, and you lived beside the one family that was a complete 180 from yours.

The Spade family.

You didn't know them enough, but only a mother and son existed. It was the home of a short-tempered woman and a teen delinquent, but you knew the teen.

Deuce Spade, notorious for constantly yelling and leaving the house in the middle of the night after an argument, was the main piece for your noisy neighborhood. His mother had blue hair with blonde highlights, yet Deuce only had blond hair. He used to have naturally blue hair, though.

I mean, he is a delinquent.

His mother was sweet and patient despite her son's behavior. She made sure you would eat, have clean clothes, and a clean uniform. She was practically like your mother. She would sometimes invite you to stay over for dinner, and why not accept such a kind offer?

Plus, you liked seeing Deuce. The first time you saw him was the first day of middle school, and you caught him as you were leaving your home, his teal eyes stopping on yours for a few seconds. After the first day, you went home to see his mother waiting for you right by your front door.

That was when she found out that you often stayed alone at home, and she offered you a snack of peeled apples. Since then, she would sometimes knock on your door to ask to come over for dinner or help her run an errand, which resulted in you staying over.

This was one of those times. She invited you to have dinner with her since her son had left the house again, but you were studying at the table since your home was too quiet to concentrate.

“Uhm, Miss Spade—”

The door suddenly opened, revealing a beat-up Deuce with a scowl and torn-up clothes. His eyes instantly landed on you, and his scowl grew worse.

“What the fuck are you doing in my house—”

Smack!

Deuce's mom suddenly hit the back of his head with a rolled-up newspaper, with a scowl on her own face. “Don't curse in my house, you rude brat. They are my guest, and you will respect them.”

Deuce held the back of his head with a wince and growled, looking towards his mother. “Lady—!”

Smack!

“Quit that. I am your mother and not the one you're mad at. Leave the anger outside and get showered for dinner,” she said, dropping the newspaper on the counter to finish with dinner.

“Sweetie, could you help him out with those wounds?”

You perked up at Miss Spade calling you, and then you nodded and closed your books before standing up.

“Oh, and one more thing,” she says happily, smiling at you. “Just call me Dylla. No need for formalities.”

“Oh–Dylla…” You said carefully with a nod, then smiled back and went with Deuce for him to get ready for dinner. This wasn't the first time you've witnessed this; you already knew the familiar routine after doing this a few times.

You grabbed the first-aid kit and followed Deuce to his bedroom, being stopped at the door. “You thinkin’ to replace me as my mom's kid or somethin’? You got your own lonely house next door.”

You stared at Deuce for a moment and sighed before you smiled at him. “Not at all. Being around a good person feels nice, but you take that for granted,” you spoke confidently, giving him a pat on the cheek and handing the first-aid kit to him.

“If you want to be rude, tend to your own wounds,” you said and walked off, returning to the table to study and do homework despite hearing Deuce groan and slam his door shut.

When Deuce came back, he heard how much his mother was laughing with you and serving you a bowl of food with rice. Dylla hadn’t laughed that hard in ages, and you were all smiles, too. Deuce knew all too well how his mom had taken a liking to the neighbor’s child due to how much time they spent alone, but this was excessive.

You turned and saw Deuce standing there, and then Dylla served the rest of the bowls so everyone could eat. “I don’t understand why you want them here so much. Can’t they ask their own parents to cook for ‘em?” Deuce mumbled, sitting in his spot at the table.

“Because this is my house, kid. You are my child, and they are a child that needs care. Now, stop hiding that kind heart and eat,” she said, followed by Deuce groaning and starting to eat his dinner.

It was quiet, most likely because of your presence and Deuce's tension with his mother. After everyone finished eating, you helped with storing food away while he washed the dishes. Dylla was gone to buy fruit and snacks, leaving you and her son in awkward positions.

“Hey?” Deuce called, his voice a bit guilty and quiet. The sudden voice spooked you, making you instantly freeze and look at him.

“Hmm? What’s up?”

Deuce turned off the sink and looked at you, looking regretful. “So, I had a pretty big fight with my mom and, you know, left the house. A few days ago, though, I heard her talkin’ to my grandma about how she thinks I turned out like this 'cause she didn’t raise me right or somethin’. So, I kinda wanna ask you for a favor.”

You looked at Deuce with a tilted head, shocked about how he was different after just a little while of being able to think. “Uhh, what’s the favor?”

“Help me get my grades up. I—” Deuce stopped, looking away from you and taking a breath. “I do love my mom, and I can’t stand seeing her cry like that over me. It ain’t her fault I became such a douche, either! I just—I don’t know.”

His statements and requests made you stop to think about what the hell he was saying to you right now.

“I’ll do it,” you responded, giving him an honest smile. His eyes lit up and he grabbed you by the shoulders, getting excited at your response. “But you have to be committed to this.”

“Seriously!? Yes!” Deuce exclaimed, pulling you close for a random hug and you tried to push him back out of instinct.

You sigh and let him hug you from the side after a bit of fighting, giving in to his efforts. “We start tomorrow, but first, please get rid of that splotchy blond you got.”

Deuce let go with a raised eyebrow. “Tch. It’s a good blond.”

“It makes you look washed out, and you still have some roots showing, so it just looks like a bad job,” you responded, grabbing your study books and placing them on the table.

“Wh—Okay, yeah, maybe you’re right about the bad job,” Deuce mumbled in defeat while touching the dead ends of his hair. “Is it really that bad…?”

“Yes. Yes, it does.” You say and try not to laugh with a small chuckle escaping your mouth, Deuce starts to laugh at the same time and he gently hits your shoulder.

After that, you and Deuce spent day after day studying once you got to his place. It was hard at first since Deuce barely studied and he wanted to distract himself with other things instead of completing the textbooks.

“Deuce.”

“What!? This stuff is boring! Why can’t they make learning fun or somethin’.”

You let out a sigh and tapped on the textbook page he was on, “Do the page or I tell your mom to cancel on getting you snacks later.”

In an instant, Deuce stopped his shenanigans like a child and got back to work. The sight was honestly funny.

The boy was stubborn, but it took time. You did like spending your days with him regardless. You got to see him in certain ways, like when he was asleep or concentrated, and you even had to start packing him lunch since he wanted to study with you at school, too.

The classroom was quiet since you both retreated to the science lab for a quiet atmosphere, and you were picking at the rice in the lunch box that Dylla made for you while reading ahead in your notes.

You took a glance towards Deuce and saw him studying diligently. It was charming, even if it didn’t suit him well with that blond hair and the jacket he always wore with his group of friends. When Deuce looked over due to sensing eyes on him, he raised an eyebrow and set down his notebook.

“What's up with you?”

“Huh—” you let out, being caught off guard, “Oh, nothing. You just—you look like an honor student studying so well.”

Your comment made Deuce silent for a few seconds, but then let out a cheer for himself. The sound surprised you, but you remembered that he wanted to have the image of an honor student, so you made his day like that.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to achieve! Perfect! Ooh ooh! How about like this?” He suggested while leaning back and crossing a leg over the other, making himself appear focused.

His behavior only made you laugh, and he didn’t stop until the first bell rang. He tried to continue, but you had to remind him that class was soon, and a star student shouldn’t be late.

The exams went by, and the day the grades were posted was so loud in your neighborhood.

Deuce ran over to your door and knocked until you opened up, and you were met with a picture of the exam grades on your face. He had made it in the top 60% of the year, meaning he could graduate without problems.

“Do you see this?! That’s what I could do!!” He exclaimed before picking you up for an excited hug. You didn’t have a chance to speak at all.

It made your heart warm to see him so happy.

He deserved it.

“I could only do it with your help.” He spoke more, finally calmer now that he could let it all out. He looked at you with a smile of appreciation.

You just stared at the behavior in front of you. It was so new and weird, but it felt right. He really did deserve this.

You caught yourself staring more and more in the silence, and your ears began to burn before you looked away.

Deuce was staring too, but when you looked away, he did the same with his cheeks growing flushed. Another new behavior.

“Uhm—” you started, trying to get your thoughts together fast enough. “I'm glad you did well, and that I could help with that. It seems you do… have the capability.”

There was a heavy tension. It was awkward. Deuce took a moment to look around through the silence and noticed the boxes around your living room.

You noticed and quickly made up something. “Oh—it's just my family wanting to put some stuff into storage for space.”

“Oh… I see. Well, uh, my mom also told me to let you know that we'll be going out to celebrate her next day off, and she wants to take you with us! So… there's that.”

“Gotcha. Thanks, Deuce.” You thank him before he leaves and you close the door behind him, letting out a quiet sigh before shaking your head.

When Deuce heard the door close, he clutched his chest and let out a breath, then quickly went back home as if he didn't notice that moment.

Over the weeks, Deuce's hair grew out and he got frustrated with its length. He wanted a change now that middle school was coming to a close and he would be going to a different school at Sage Island.

When he returned home after school one day, you and Dylla looked at the door but suddenly froze. The blond went back to blue.

Your heart began to race as it felt like time had stopped, but you couldn’t stop thinking about one thing—

He looked… like the day you met him.

Whoa.

Deuce saw your expression and raised an eyebrow, staring at you in confusion. “What’s got you all spaced out? Oh, I must look that good if you’re staring!”

“Not at all. You look like you want to be gloomy,” you said sarcastically and turned back around to study. Dylla watched as she saw how you grew flustered.

Deuce’s mother laughed and went to go and mess up his hair by ruffling the strands, causing Deuce to get annoyed.

“Mom, come on! I just got this done!”

“How can I not? My handsome young man is back!” She responded sarcastically and even attacked him in her motherly hugs for extra effect.

Listening to them argue and joke around was heartwarming, but you couldn’t interrupt them. You carefully got your things and left them to spend the day as a family, retreating to your house.

Deuce started to disappear more in preparation for his transfer to his future school on a whole other land, and you could feel a distance grow.

Deuce started to look more lively and he acted differently; yet still had his pumped personality, but he didn't have the time to spare you a glance anymore.

With Dylla working more to make sure she had the tuition for Deuce, she was gone too. Your apartment was starting to look more and more vacant as all of this went on, a clear sign of what was about to happen.

This was how it was supposed to go anyway. You were never meant to get this close to him. You were the one who kept to themselves. So, this was good. Right?

On the day before the graduation, Dylla suggested you and Deuce hang out and gave spending money as a way to make one last memory.

You let out a sigh as you sat on the blanket in White Rabbit Park, looking up at the colorful evening sky with its orange, purple, and peach hues coloring the clouds.

Deuce came up with a couple cold drinks and ice creams in a bag from the vendor nearby, but there was still that awkward tension.

You and Deuce hadn't talked since exams were over and he began to fix himself onto a better crowd, but now the inevitable was tomorrow.

After tomorrow, when would you ever see him again?

Your thoughts were cut off by the sound of Deuce opening a can of soda, which made you jump from surprise. Your reaction made Deuce laugh before he handed an ice cream to you.

You looked at it and your expression fell a bit. You didn't like this flavor anymore. You checked the other soda can too, but it was the same thing. Did he forget what you liked?

No.

He just hasn't been around to find out what your new palette is like.

You ate the ice cream anyway under the silence of the still sunsetting sky, not wanting his gesture to go to waste. It made you feel guilty to reject something he bought for you.

“So, tomorrow is the day.” Deuce spoke after a long silence and by this point, the moon was already out to say hello for the night.

Neither of you looked or spoke to each other, finding it too nerve-wracking to do it.

“It is, but it was a good time.” You responded with a small smile, feeling a lump in your throat starting to form.

“It was. Thanks for helping me study and getting me to where I am right now.”

Deuce looked at you shortly after, and your head instinctively turned to return his gaze. His eyes were filled with slight regret, but also had gratitude.

“It's not a problem at all. Really.”

It was silent again with stares that could pierce the heart, but he walked you home after a short moment.

“See you.” You said, watching him get to his own door.

Deuce looked at you and let out a chuckle, “See you tomorrow.”

He was right next door, but seeing him walk off like that made it seem as if he was farther than usual.

You felt your eyes water with every step you took inside your home, being met with more emptiness.

By now, your home was as empty as could be for someone who was also moving away. You stood in the middle of the box-covered living room and let out a sigh of defeat, knowing that tomorrow was inevitable.

At the ceremony, some cried and some were happy to leave, but your eyes could never stop glancing at Deuce, who looked stoked to graduate now that he had his diploma in hand. It was nice to see him like that after the trouble he put himself through.

The day went by without a single worry and all its students were just as carefree. They were happy to now move on to the next chapter. You stood at the school gates with your diploma and a small flower bouquet that Dila got for you as congratulations for your hard work.

You watched as Deuce and his mother spent their time together, and you were waiting for your own parent, yet they never showed up to anything. As you decided to leave, Deuce called out to you and ripped the second button off his uniform, placing it in your hands.

Your eyes widened as you looked at him, “Wh—what?” was all you could mutter out of your shock.

“To… remember me, I guess. Thank you for helping me get there,” Deuce said, then he gave you a smile and went back to his mom.

You were left speechless but were slowly overshadowed by a wave of sadness. This was one of the last times you’d see him. He was moving away to go to a school on Sage Island, and you were moving to be closer to your soon-to-be high school.

But they didn't know that.

That button was the closest to his heart, and it’s known that most give it to the person closest to them. You let out a small laugh before sighing, and then after taking one last look, you left the campus.

Deuce headed up to your apartment door and knocked, a bit nervous as he knew that giving you the button was risky on his end, but he knew what he felt.

He listened, but no one opened the door. He kept knocking with a look of confusion, but still no answer.

He grew worried, so he put his hands on the doorknob to see if it was locked.

“It's open…?” Deuce said to himself before he went in. He was met with nothing.

Not a sound.

Not a noise.

Not a soul in the home.

It was dark, but everything began to click in mere seconds. Before Deuce knew it, he ran back into his home and tried to call your old phone number, but nothing went through.

You were gone, and he didn't know if that was the last.

The weather had then changed from spring to summer, followed by fall, until the days started becoming darker a lot earlier in accordance with winter. You were cleaning a cup at a restaurant job you picked up, and it was almost time to close. The seating area had a few people, but it was normal for a weekday.

You started to reminisce about your high school days and how everything was back then. It gave you a smile to remember that boy. You had your own changes to your appearance since then, but you were still the same.

The dinging of the door caught your attention and cut off your train of thought, giving a smile to greet anyone who just came in, “Welcome in! Take a s—”

Silence.

Your breath hitched as you saw the pair of eyes you were just thinking about.

His own reaction showed a bit of surprise, but he looked unfazed. Unchanged from the seasons that have passed.

He looked the same to you, and you were the one who changed this time.

“You—” followed by a pause, not knowing how to continue.

The boy gave you a warm smile as he kept standing at the door and had his hands in his pockets. He came up closer to the counter before he sat down.

“Hey.”

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vodika-vibes · 6 months ago

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Hey! I know he's a bit of a rare clone, but would you consider writing for maze? he's from the repcomm books and is endearingly (Imo) professional and surly 👉👈

Not That Hard

Summary: When one story ends, another one begins. Maze, formerly a Republic Soldier, is now a bounty hunter. He’s used to things being orderly, everything has a place, and everything should be in its place. So when he ends up locked in a small cell with the woman he’s been searching for, a woman who’s been missing for three weeks, he knows that everything is about to be turned on its head.

Pairing: Pre Maze (Alpha-26) x F!Reader

Word Count: 1722

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: So, I've never written Maze before, but I'm always happy to write any of the Alphas, or any star wars character. His page on Wookieepedia wasn't the best, but I did the best I could. I hope you like it! Also, I've been watching a lot of Numb3rs, so that's where the basic idea of this came from.

Maze leans back against the stone wall, his gaze drifting from the woman sleeping on the singular cot in the cell to the door, and then back again. He’s glad that she’s asleep. He wasn’t sure that she would fall asleep, honestly.

He leans over and tugs the thin blanket a little higher over her shoulders. The blanket won’t do much to keep the cold out, it’s too thin, but it’s enough that she can sleep.

Three weeks ago the University of Theeds reached out to him, telling him that one of their Teachers had gone missing. They said to him that someone had broken into her home, torn the place to pieces, and taken her.

The University hired him to find her since he was something of an expert on finding people.

The fact that she’s alive is a damned miracle, in his opinion. After three weeks, statistics indicate that he should have found her in a ditch somewhere.

He’s never been so glad to be wrong in his life.

Still, the fact that they haven’t killed her suggests that they want something from her. Maze shifts so that he’s sitting on the cot beside her, tired of sitting on the ground.

He needs to think.

Why would someone want a University Professor?

Absently, Maze brushes a strand of hair off her face as he thinks about what he knows about her.

She’s young, barely brushing 25 years old. She’s an only child. Her mom died from heart disease when she was a child, her dad recently retired to a lake house. There’s no other family.

She’s single, and her only friends are people who work at the University with her. Honestly, it sounds like a lonely life to him, but according to her colleagues and friends, she’s seemed lonely or unhappy.

He can respect that.

Maze’s eyes snap to her face as she releases a quiet noise and shifts on the cot, seemingly to curl into his warmth while also opening her eyes. “You should go back to sleep, Professor. It’s early.” He says quietly.

She sighs and shakes her head, “No point. They’re going to be coming soon.” Slowly, she sits up and shifts so she’s able to press her face against his shoulder.

“What do they want?” Maze asks, mentally kicking himself for not asking her earlier. But then, her injuries were pretty severe. It makes sense that he would put that aside.

“I’m a Bio-Engineer.” She replies tiredly, “They want me to tell them how to break into BioGen.”

“Why?”

“BioGen’s biggest thing is weaponizing viruses.”

Maze stiffens and his gaze snaps to her face, “BioWeapons are illegal. Even in the Empire.”

“They weaponize them so that they can try and develop cures for them. It’s all legal and above board.” She reassures, “Even in the Empire.”

“Why’d you leave?”

“A Tenured Professorship at the University of Theeds is a great honor, not to mention it pays very well.” She replies, “It made sense, career-wise.”

“Only there’s a lot less security at the University compared to a Biomedical facility.”

She huffs out a laugh, “Yeah, there is that.” She shifts her head slightly, “But this has never happened before. Ever. People leave BioGen all of the time.”

“And you’re the first one kidnapped?”

“That I know of.”

There are heavy footsteps from the hall and Maze shifts so that his body is shielding hers. The door slams open and three men step into the room.

They’re not big men, if Maze were to stand, he’d tower over them. It burns him up that he allowed men like them to capture him so he would be able to find the professor.

“Professor,” One of the men stalks towards Maze, and he feels her shrink down behind him, “Come on, girl. Are we really going to do this? All you gotta do is give us the information, and then you’ll both go free.”

“Don’t lie. We all know that the moment she tells you what you want to know, you’ll kill her.” Maze growls out.

The man laughs, “Well, it’ll be a quick death, rather than this slow, dragged-out death.”

Behind him, the Professor trembles.

“Is this all of you? Just three men?”

“We still caught you, clone.” One of the other men sneers, “Grab the Professor—”

The first man reaches to grab the Professor, only for Maze to move, swiftly breaking the man’s arm, and slamming his head against the wall, causing him to crumple to the floor.

“Get low, Professor.” Maze orders as he stands and advances on the two remaining men. He doesn’t wait to see if she’s following his direction, as he suddenly has two furious men to contend with.

Unfortunately for them, he’s an Alpha Class clone, and they’re unarmed.

The fight can’t even be called a proper fight. The two remaining kidnappers go down with several well-placed hits, and Maze tosses them into the cell while motioning for the Professor to join him.

“We’re leaving,” Maze says to the woman as he holds his hand out for her.

Nervously she nods and takes his hand, “Where are we going?”

“Well, it was the University who hired me.” Maze replies as he peeks into the hall, and then leads her out of the cell as soon as he notes that it’s safe.

“Um—”

Maze stops and looks at her, “What’s wrong?”

“Just…did they seem smart enough to come up with this on their own?”

Maze stares at her for a long time, and then he sighs, “No. They didn’t.” He’s quiet for a moment, “Alright, there must be something here to indicate who hired them. Follow me.”

Maze leads abruptly turns down a side hallway and leads her into a much larger room. There are computers, though they seem largely untouched. It looks like the kidnappers were more concerned with the games that were playing on the four holos lined up next to each other than the computers.

There are three couches, each other them surrounded by empty bottles and empty pizza boxes.

“Well,” Maze notes as he steps around a pile of trash, “Criminal Genuises they are not.”

The Professor peers at a holo-board next to the couches, “It looks like they have a gambling problem.”

“Lucky for us. It means they probably didn’t delete anything.” Maze walks over to the computers, “Stay close, Professor.”

“Ah…Sorry.” She hurries to his side and peeks around him at the monitors.

Maze flashes a small smile at her and then focuses on the computers. “Hey, Professor?”

“Yes?”

“How’d they grab you?”

“I was heading home from a day of classes, and they ran me off the road.” She replies.

“You were driving yourself.”

“Yeah.”

“Does anyone know your route home?”

“I mean, there’s only one road off of the main campus,” She replies, “But I generally don’t know what route I’m taking home until I get in the car. It depends on the traffic and if I need to go grocery shopping.”

“And you didn’t tell anyone your plans for the evening when you were taken?” Maze asks as he scans something on the screen.

“No. No one.”

“It looks like our violent friends were hired by Levi Kelley. At least, that’s who paid them.”

“Levi Kelley?”

“You know him?”

“Yeah, he’s the head of the Biology Department at the University. I thought you said the University hired you?”

“Yeah, the Dean hired me. This Levi person, is he your supervisor?”

“No. I mean, he thinks that he is, but we’re on the same level.”

“Are you friends?”

“I’ve always been a bit…ambivalent towards him. He’s a good teacher, but he’s kind of a terrible person. Racist, sexist, the whole shebang.”

“And he works at a University?”

“He’s a very good teacher. But he lost his tenure last year.”

“For what?”

“Academic misconduct, according to the rumors.” She leans against his side, exhausted, “The only person who knows the truth would be the Dean.”

“So it’s revenge.” Maze murmurs, “Use you to get an incurable virus, and release it on the school. Did you tell them anything?”

“No, I didn’t. I wouldn’t.”

“They tortured you, Professor. No one would blame you if you did.”

“I’m telling you, I didn’t. I left Biogen two years ago, Maze. I don’t remember any passwords or door codes. And they removed my biometrics from their system on my last day. I swear it.”

“Okay.” Maze lightly pushes some of her hair out of her face, “So they need someone else, a current employee.”

“Yeah, it’s the only way to get inside.”

“Alright. Let’s get out of here and alert the authorities. And get you some medical attention.”

“Yes please.”

Maze lightly presses his hand against the small of her back, guiding her towards the door, “I have one more question, Professor.”

“Go ahead?”

“When my brothers and I were decanted, we were given enhanced aging.”

“Yes, it was the only way for the Kaminoans to get a viable army in 10 years.” She replies.

“Yeah, you think you can reverse it?”

“Reverse it?” She repeats, sounding more thoughtful than surprised. Maze watches as she absently scratches at a deep gash on her cheek, “I don’t know about reversing it,” She finally says, “but I might be able to cure it. With enough blood samples.”

“Really?”

“Well sure, it’s not that hard. It’s just gene manipulation.” She frowns at him thoughtfully, “Look, all the information I need is here,” she lightly taps his chest, “The more of your brothers I can get blood samples from, the easier it’ll be to make a cure.”

“Can you do it at the University while also teaching?”

“I mean, sure. But the University of Theeds is funded by the Emperor. I’m guessing you don’t want the Empire to know about it.”

“No, I don’t.” Maze replies.

She’s quiet for a moment, “Find me a place to work, off of Naboo, and I can help you.”

“If you can cure this, I might just kiss you,” Maze says with a sly smile.

Her face heats and she won’t look at him, “Well, that seems a bit excessive,” She mumbles.

She squeaks when he lightly drapes his arm over her shoulder and tugs her against his side, “No. It isn’t. Come on, Professor. Let’s get you safe.”

#star wars #tcw #maze (alpha-16) x reader #maze x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #answered asks

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brbsoulnomming · 1 year ago

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Tell Me Sweet Little Lies Part 14

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Everyone does end up having to go home. Except him, obviously, and Steve, whose house Eddie has learned he's apparently going to be squatting in until they can figure out a way to clear his name.

Is it squatting if he's invited? Eh, whatever.

Nancy and Robin swing by to drop off the prescriptions they'd picked up for Eddie. Both of them linger, long enough that Eddie thinks they might just stay - kind of wants them to stay, torn between wanting to be alone with Steve and not wanting to be alone with Steve.

Robin hugs Steve really tight, and he folds her up in his arms and holds her close, just staying like that for a long, long few minutes, talking so quietly they can't be heard. Nancy takes both their hands and squeezes when they're done, and surprises Eddie by giving his hand a squeeze as well. Robin looks like she kind of wants to launch herself at Eddie and hug him, too, but she settles for ruffling his hair, and then grimacing when her hand comes away grimy.

He laughs at her, and they promise to check in tonight, then they both leave.

Mrs. Sinclair comes to pick up Lucas and Erica and Max, and Eddie stays out of sight with his heart hammering in his throat, but they don't venture beyond the front hallway. Eddie can't quite make out what she says as she picks them up, but her tone is low and worried, and there's an underlying note of a familiarity, a gratitude, as she speaks briefly to Steve.

Eddie wonders, again, how long they've all been doing this. How many times their parents have worried about them, how many times Steve has apparently brought them home safely, looking beat to hell.

Mrs. Henderson is much louder when she comes to collect Dustin, though she doesn't go into the living room either. He can hear her fussing over the bandages around Steve's neck, asking how bad it is, sounding only mildly reassured when he tells her that it wasn't as bad as Starcourt. She asks him to come stay with her and Dustin, and Eddie thinks he can hear something like longing in Steve's voice when he declines, promising to come to dinner next week instead.

Then it's just him and Steve.

Steve collapses on the recliner, tipping his head back. Eddie's eyes are drawn to the long line of his throat, the stretch of tendons and muscle broken up by white gauze.

His mouth goes dry.

"I've got a guest room ready for you upstairs," Steve says.

His throat works as he speaks, and it takes Eddie a moment to process it.

"Fuck," Eddie mumbles. "Stairs, really?"

Steve laughs softly, tipping his head back up. "Yeah. It's got an ensuite and the bed's decent, we can set you up a lot better in there."

Eddie swallows. He wants to ask why Steve's doing this for him, but he's a little bit afraid of the answer, so he just makes an exaggerated whine of complaint.

It works to make Steve chuckle again, at least, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, you'll be glad once you're in an actual bed. Look, I'll get you some food and your next dose of meds first, just hang tight for a bit."

Eddie grumbles unintelligibly, but honestly, Steve's probably right. He must doze off a little, because the next thing he knows, Steve is gently shaking him awake, helping him sit up, and giving him something.

"What's this?" he asks, blinking blearily down at the bowl Steve handed him. It kind of looks like chunky baby food, though it smells pretty good.

"Oh, uh, frozen shepherd's pie," Steve says. "Not a lot to work with right now, we'll have to see about a grocery run soon. But I figure it's probably at least better than snacks and hospital food."

Eddie shrugs. "Not exactly a picky eater over here," he says as he digs in.

It's warm, and tastes a hell of a lot better than it looks. Like meatloaf and mashed potatoes all mixed up together, all hearty and comforting.

"S'good," he mumbles around a full mouth, prompting Steve to make a face at him.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, gross," Steve bitches.

Eddie feels compelled to stick his tongue out at him, still with some mashed potato remnants stuck to it, and Steve rolls his eyes.

"You make this?" Eddie asks, once he's swallowed the rest of the potato.

"Yeah." Steve scratches the back of his neck, just above the bandage. "Sometimes I'll freeze up smaller portions if I make something big, so I have stuff to grab when I'm in a hurry. Or when I've got recuperating metal-heads in my living room."

Eddie huffs a little laugh. "That a common occurrence? And here I thought I was special," he teases.

"You're something," Steve returns, though the grin he gives him is wide and fond as he reaches for the prescription bag Robin'd dropped off, pulling out the pair of bottles within and reading them over. "You're not due for your antibiotics yet, but you can have the pain meds."

He opens the bottle up, then pauses, frowning down into it. "Did they give you the wrong prescription?"

Ah.

"No," Eddie says, feeling exhausted.

"But we have the same meds, and mine is like. Four times this amount, even though your injuries are way worse, infection aside," Steve says, looking back up at him with his brow furrowed.

"They said it's because I left against medical advice."

Steve snorts. "That's a load of crap."

Eddie sighs. "What do you want me to tell you, Steve? You know what my side job is. The whole town does. Every time I go to the ER for something, to them, I'm just drug seeking."

Steve looks stricken, and god, Eddie's not sure he can take any well meaning pity right now. He kind of wants the couch to just swallow him up.

There's just silence, though, and then Steve's jaw sets in determination. He gets up, leaving Eddie floundering a little and staring after him as he walks into the kitchen, returning with a bottle that looks almost identical to the one Eddie was given.

He sits back down, popping them both open, and promptly tips his bottle to start dumping his own pills into Eddie's.

"Whoa, hey, what the fuck!" Eddie struggles to get up without hurting himself or dropping his bowl, gives up, and tries his best to glare at Steve from his position on the couch under the blankets.

"You need them more," Steve says stubbornly. "It's not like I'm going to take them, anyway."

Fuck, that's worse than pity, and Eddie feels his blood boil.

"No, of course not." Eddie sneers. "Is His Majesty above such petty things like pain? Would he rather muscle through on sheer meathead determination than turn to drugs like the lower class?"

Steve goes very still. "Do you really think that?" he asks quietly.

Eddie opens his mouth to snap that he doesn't have to think it, that Steve just showed him it, but - he looks at the expression on Steve's face instead, how it's gone closed off but it isn't hard, isn't angry. It's just blank. Abruptly, Eddie feels wrong-footed, like he'd fallen back on old habits and responded as the guy everyone thinks he is, to the guy he used to think Steve was.

"No," he says, just as quietly. "I don't really think that."

Steve's frozen exterior melts a little, and he shakes a pair of pills out into his hand, holds them out for Eddie to take. Eddie does, swallows them dry, and shovels another spoon of shepherd's pie into his mouth to keep it occupied. Steve looks like he's thinking about something, and Eddie doesn't want to risk saying something to throw him off.

"It's not that I'm trying to muscle through," Steve says, apparently coming to a decision. "I was drugged last time we dealt with Upside Down shit, it was a whole thing." He waves his hand. "I was high as hell for some of what was going down, and it was. Not a great time."

Eddie tries to imagine fighting off the demobats while drugged out of his mind, and goes a little pale. "Fuck."

"Yeah," Steve says. "I can't really do anything stronger than alcohol or the occasional joint now."

"Fuck," Eddie says, softer and with more feeling. "Jesus Christ, I'm such an ass, why do you even like me?"

Steve opens his mouth, and Eddie flails, slapping his hand over Steve's mouth before he can say anything.

"Nope, nuh-uh, this is an apology, not a ploy to get you to say nice things about me," Eddie insists. "Okay?"

Steve's laughing at him, he can tell just by his eyes, but he waits until Steve nods before he pulls his hand away.

"That's not what I think of you," Eddie says again. "I got defensive and lashed out, and it wasn't fair. I'm sorry."

The laughter in Steve's eyes fades, and he looks - caught out, all surprised and vulnerable, and he's staring at Eddie with something like wonder.

It makes Eddie squirm, feeling both like he doesn't know what he did to get that look and like he never wants it to stop.

"Thank you. Apology accepted." Steve's quiet for a moment before adding, "I'm sorry, too. I could tell you were upset but you didn't want sympathy, so I just."

He shrugs, and Eddie's going to press him more about what he just, but first - "You could tell?"

"Yeah. Your face does this thing - you're usually so expressive, but you just kind of shut down, like you're resigned."

Oh. Fuck. He hadn't realized Steve noticed him like that, and he focuses really hard on the other thing he wanted to push about to avoid thinking about it too much. "So you just?"

Steve gives him a crooked little smile. "Jumped to fixing it. Robin says I have this thing, where if someone I care about is upset and I don't know what else to do, I try to fix it. But sometimes how I try to fix it and what they want are different things."

Eddie's mouth opens, and before he knows it he's said, "I'm okay with that."

Steve blinks at him. "Really?"

Eddie'd shrug, but he's not sure his shoulder - or his entire torso - is up for the motion right now, so he just tries to look as casual as possible while half huddled on the couch, in hospital scrubs. "Yeah. People don't try to fix things for me, not unless it's my uncle. Might be kind of nice."

"Oh." Steve's got this look on his face like he doesn't know what to do with that - maybe he hasn't gotten many people who let him try to fix things for them.

Which, fair enough. Under any other circumstances, Eddie'd probably be one of those, just - he doesn't think he's lying, even not touching the fact that Steve hadn't reacted to what he said. "I'm probably going to be a dick about it when I'm not recovering from being half dead, though," he adds, just to be safe.

Steve snorts. "You've met just about all of my friends, man, that's nothing new. Usually I do a decent job at figuring out when they're just being dicks and when I'm actually going too far, but they're good about telling me when I don't get it right. They do it when I'm being too much of a dick, too."

"I can do that," Eddie decides. "Tell you if you're going too far."

He probably shouldn't make decisions right after leaving the hospital against medical advice, but screw it, he's doing it anyway.

"Okay," Steve says after another moment of consideration, then narrows his eyes at him. "I'm still taking a rain check on telling you all the things I like about you. It's getting to be kind of a long list."

Eddie gapes at him. Fuck, he can feel his cheeks burning, and he really hopes he can blame it on the bite wounds or the pain meds.

Hopes Steve won't ask, because he knows that would be a lie.

"Go away," he says, curling over his bowl so he doesn't have to look at Steve. "Let me eat my luxury baby food in peace before I have to drag my ass up all those stairs."

Steve laughs at him again, but it isn't mean, and he does leave, heading upstairs to - Eddie doesn't really know what Steve Harrington does with his free time when he's not ripping apart demobats or complaining about babysitting, actually.

Huh.

He thinks he might like to find out.

He shovels the rest of his shepherd's pie down methodically, then sets the bowl down on the coffee table and eyes the stairs. Despite his earlier words, he's pretty sure there's no way he's going to make it up them on his own. He pulls in a breath and lets it out, then calls, "Hey, Steve?"

Steve emerges almost immediately, a couple of towels tossed over one shoulder and an armful of plastic bottles. "You done?" he asks, tromping down the stairs.

Eddie eyes him. "What's all that?"

"The hospital did a pretty good job at getting most of the Upside Down grime off of us, but I thought you might want to wash it out of your hair," Steve says.

And fuck, yeah, Eddie really, really wants to - it's not just Upside Down grime, honestly, what with the whole being on the run for a week thing, and it just feels gross. Still, Eddie grimaces.

"Not, uh. Not really sure I can stand up long enough," he admits. "Plus I'm not supposed to lift my arms that high yet."

Steve's ears turn just a little bit pink, and Eddie struggles to keep his expression neutral, not to let his eyebrows raise up or to lean in too hungrily.

"I can wash it for you," he offers. "The laundry room's got a pretty deep sink, and I can pull up a chair and have you lean back a little."

He looks so fucking earnest that it makes Eddie flounder a little, once again having to restrain himself from asking why. Why is Steve doing any of this? Is it just because this seems to be what he does, because he thinks of Eddie as part of their Upside Down fighting group now and is focused on taking care of a party member? Were the handful of stolen moments during all of the fuckery and in the hospital real, or is Eddie just fooling himself that this is something he could actually have?

"Yeah," he says before he even realizes he's agreeing, while his thoughts are still a tangled up mess. "Appreciate it, man."

Steve shoots a smile at him. "Gimme a sec, I'll be right back."

He disappears down the hall for a few minutes, then comes back to help Eddie up. It's slow going, with Steve taking most of Eddie's weight, but he knows it's not going to be near as rough as the stairs will be, so he tells himself it's a practice run.

There's a low backed chair pulled up in front of the sink when they get to the laundry room, a folded up towel already pillowed on the edge of it. Steve guides him to sit down and tilt his head back, neck cushioned by the towel and hair spilling into the sink.

And then -

Fuck, Steve is close.

He's been close before, obviously, he let Eddie get all up in his personal space when they were walking through the Upside Down and he leaned over Eddie's shoulder a few times to watch what he was doing, and Eddie's literally been leaning on him to walk since he got here, but - with all of that, there was something else going on, some kind of other purpose or at least a buttload of pain he was trying to ignore.

Sitting like this, Steve leaning over him as he fiddles with the knobs to get the water to a good temperature, he's just close. Eddie can feel the body heat coming off of him, and he can count every freckle and mole on Steve's forearms, where he'd pushed up the sleeves of his sweatshirt. He's not trying to look, but he can still see the scrawl of writing that disappears under the sleeve of his left arm, can just make out I don't think. He can hear the heavy beat of his own heart and the way his breath quickens, and he forces himself to breathe slow and even, trying not to draw attention to it.

Then Steve's fingers are in his hair, gently sweeping it all together as he starts rinsing it out.

"Shit, man, this might take awhile," he says apologetically. "The water's coming out as black as it did for mine, and I've got less hair."

Eddie hums noncommittally, afraid if he says anything he'll end up telling Steve that's fine by him, they can stay like this all night if he wants to. There's the sound of a shampoo bottle opening, and on his next breath in he's hit with the scent of something, he has no idea what, like a honeyed summer day, all sunshine and sweet and clean.

And then Steve's hands are on him again, fingertips rubbing small circles over his scalp, blunt nails scratching in just the right way to send shivering goosebumps down his spine.

He's not proud of the way it makes him fucking whimper, but mostly because the sound prompts Steve to freeze.

"That hurt?" Steve asks softly.

"No," Eddie manages to get out. "It, uh. Feels nice."

Nice is an understatement, but not a lie, so it's the best he's got right now. It makes Steve continue, at least, so Eddie's taking the fucking win.

His eyes slide shut, and he thinks he might drift off to sleep right there if it weren't for the fact that he really wants to cling to how fucking good this feels. God, he can't remember the last time he felt a physical sensation that wasn't pain or discomfort, and he tells himself that's the reason that this is making him react so strongly.

No one's ever done anything like this for him before. No one's ever wanted to, even before the murder accusations, and between the exhaustion settling over him and the pain meds kicking in and the euphoria of feeling good - Eddie's dangerously close to begging, here. To saying please, just, please can he keep having this, please can this mean something, can this be because Steve wants to and not because he feels obligated.

"You okay?" Steve asks quietly as he rinses Eddie's hair out, and starts lathering up for a second wash.

Eddie hopes it's just a general are you okay, in light of the whole everything, and not a specific hey you look like you're going through something right now. Doesn't actually matter, he guesses, because he still has to say something, and he doesn't know what to say that isn't a lie or isn't something that's too much.

"Haven't, uh. Haven't had anyone do this before," he admits, because that seems like the safest thing to acknowledge.

He thinks what he means by this was pretty obvious, but apparently not, because Steve gives a thoughtful little hum.

"Take care of you?" he asks, cradling Eddie's skull in his hands so delicately it makes him want to weep.

Or shove him off and run until he can't anymore, but that's not any better.

"Fuck, Steve, not holding back any punches here, huh?" he asks, his voice a little raspy.

"I mean. We almost got eaten by demobats together, and we're in kind of a bathroom. That's prime bonding time, for me."

Eddie'd shake his head, but he doesn't want to do anything to dislodge Steve's hands, so he settles for heaving a pointed sigh. "No, Steve, people haven't been lining up to take care of the freak. It's not like I need it, anyway."

Steve makes this little sound - Eddie's not sure he's even aware that he does it, really, but it's like the verbal equivalent to rolling his eyes. "Everyone needs it, sometimes. It's okay to want that, especially after all of this. This isn't the first time some of us have stayed together in the aftermath."

"Yeah? Who looks after you, then?" Eddie asks.

"Robin, usually, sometimes Dustin. Why, you volunteering?"

He can't see Steve's face, but he thinks that was probably meant to come out as teasing. It doesn't quite land there, though, a little too soft, a little too genuine, and it makes Eddie swallow.

"Maybe," he says, feeling his heart beat in his throat.

"Oh," Steve breathes out, his hands stilling for a moment.

Eddie fights not to open his eyes.

"Yeah, okay," Steve says, a little too carelessly, fingertips scratching back over his scalp again. "I look after you, you look after me."

That's not quite what Eddie meant, but he doesn't know how to say what he meant, so he just says, "You don't have to. Take care of me, I mean. Just because you think it's okay to want to be taken care of, you know, it doesn't have to be you."

He waits for Steve to point out that Eddie'd just said that no one else was lining up for the job, maybe make a joke about how it's him or nothing.

Instead, Steve says, "I know. I want to."

Fuck.

If this is the way Steve always is, Eddie can see why so many girls were into him in high school.

When he's reasonably sure his voice isn't going to shake, he says, "Thanks, man. For - all of this."

He's kind of worried Steve is going to tell him that he's doing it because he wants to again, but fortunately that seems to be enough talking about not quite emotions for both of them, because Steve just hums as he starts rinsing Eddie's hair again.

Eddie lets himself relax, sinking into the soft, floaty feeling that wants to pull him down, and just enjoying the feel of Steve's fingers in his hair, the edge of pain blurred and fuzzy from the meds, and finally, finally feeling like maybe he's safe.

It takes another round of lather and rinse for Steve to be satisfied with how clean his hair is, but Eddie sure as hell isn't protesting. Time kind of slips and wobbles, anyway, as he doesn't doze so much as just fucking melt into the chair and under Steve's hands, like all the tension from the last week plus is oozing out of him. He thinks Steve murmurs something about conditioner, but he honestly doesn't care, as long as he can keep sitting here like this.

Eventually, the water's shut off, and Steve's tilting his head up, draping his hair over a towel and gently scrunching it before wrapping it up.

"You awake?" Steve asks, voice a little sing-song like he's teasing.

"Depends on how you're measuring awake," Eddie mumbles back, not entirely sure he managed to get all those syllables out in the correct order.

Whatever he says, it makes Steve laugh softly. "Come on, Munson, up you go. Let's get you to bed."

Eddie's hindbrain immediately takes over, and the next thing he knows he's saying, "Fuck, yes please, finally."

Fortunately, Steve seems to take his eagerness as an eagerness to be in bed in general, and not in Steve's bed specifically, because he just says, "You gotta stand up for that."

Eddie whines, and Steve's hand on his elbow where he'd been tugging him to get up slips, and Eddie looks up at him, eyes wide.

Steve's staring back at him, and holy shit, Eddie might be high on pain meds and a boneless mess from what was basically a head massage, but he knows what desire looks like, knows Steve's eyes are probably a mirror of his own right now.

Then Steve's eyes are closing, and he visibly shakes himself like a fucking dog, before his hand finds its spot on Eddie's elbow again, nice and firm.

"Steve," Eddie murmurs, even though he knows he's missed his moment to speak, because Steve is already guiding him up and wrapping his arm around him to help him walk.

"Not too far, Eds, I promise," Steve says. "We'll be there before you know it."

"Steve," Eddie says again, and this time Steve pauses, swallowing once before he looks at him.

Steve's arm is still around him, and he's so close they're practically breathing the same air - so close he can see the flecks of hazel in Steve's eyes, see the way his lashes brush against his cheek, and Eddie -

He doesn't want to do it like this. Eddie knows he's pretty far gone right now, a little floaty and a little loopy, and he's honestly not sure what words he can even get out of his mouth, let alone if he's going to remember this tomorrow.

"This is gonna have to be mostly you," he says, not letting himself think about how it could mean more than one thing. "I'm barely standing after that, let alone navigating stairs."

Steve laughs softly, steering him out of the laundry room and towards the stairs. "Long as you keep your feet on one side of the steps, you'll at least have one up on Henderson last time I had to help him up the stairs."

"No promises," Eddie replies, but that does make him look down at his own feet, trying to be careful and deliberate about how he places them as they slowly make their way upstairs.

With the meds, it doesn't hurt as much as it probably should. It mostly just takes so much goddamn effort, feels like walking through jello, and Eddie's not ashamed to admit he's breathing heavily by the time they make it to what must be the Harringtons' guest room.

It's… well. It's boring, honestly, minimally decorated, but the bed looks huge and insanely welcoming at the moment, all the blankets turned down and the pillows carefully arranged to resemble the way he'd found was the most comfortable at the hospital. The lamp on the nightstand is glowing softly, and there's a glass of water and Eddie's bottles of pills next to it.

Clean clothes are laid out on the bed - a pair of black boxers, black track pants with a white stripe down the leg, and a dark blue Henley.

Another lump forms in his throat, and he swallows past it as Steve points out the door to the bathroom.

"I'm just down the hall," Steve tells him.

Eddie manages to mumble out a thanks, and only stares at him a little as he walks out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Honestly, Eddie's too fucking exhausted to sort out anything about anything right now, so he just shuffles his way over to the bed. He strips out of the hospital scrubs, leaves them in a pile right where they fall, and struggles into the clothes Steve's loaned him.

Like the stairs, it doesn't hurt, but he knows that doesn't mean he can risk overdoing it. He's careful, moving gingerly to pull the shirt on and sitting on the bed to step into the boxers and pants. Then he collapses back, tugging the covers over him. His head lolls to the side for a moment as he stares at the lamp.

If he's honest, his decision to leave it on is part that it feels like too much effort to turn it off, and part that he's not sure he wants to be alone in the dark right now.

Maybe in a bit, he thinks, but he's asleep before he can think anything else.

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Part 15

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steddie soulmate au #soulmate au #stranger things fic #this is pretty much entirely hurt/comfort #steve taking care of eddie #i'm so weak for this trope

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krispycreamcake · 5 months ago

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i already adoooore your writing!!!

K, so a story where the reader is the youngest Sakamaki brother, and was also likely treated the worse?? Like Karlheinz broke some of his bones whenever he disobeyed, and replaced them with silver prosthesis. So, he's always in some pain as a result, and on top of that the rest of the Sakamakis (excluding Reiji who likes his father) don't treat him well since he bares the most resemblance to Karlheinz. But maybe they end up coming around at some point to the reader's annoyance.

From author: This is so nice omg, I appreciate this a lot! I literally love this idea soooo much, I honestly enjoyed writing this so I hope you like it!

Warning! Graphic depictions of violence, physical abuse and brief mentions of death/suicide

Of Torn bones and broken homes

A cold sweat ran down your spine, as your hands trembled in panic. Blood dribbled down your arm in a putrid concoction of dirt and muck. How you could've sworn you heard the angels weep their golden tears for you as another lash came, slicing through the cold, dense air. What was once hair that was coloured the same as the heavens, was now tainted a deep scarlet, dying it an unnaturally sickly colour. Your golden orbs twitched with each blow to your back as you clutched your arms, hugging yourself in a kneeling position. The whip cracked into your skin, digging through and slicing your flesh like a filleted piece of red meat. Your crimson life source pumped out of you with each hit, trailing its way through every nook and cranny of the indents in your skin. He'd purposely aim to deepen the wounds that were already fresh and raw, deepening the bloodied gashes.

"Stand." Demanded the demon. God you hated your father, hated the way you knew this was more than just 'discipline'. He relished in the torture he often supplied your knowing body with. The bruises that littered your skin told a story of more than just abuse, a story of each time you came close to surpassing your f- Karlheinz. Every scar, every mark, every broken bone, every artificial replacement, all were consequences of defiance and power. Despite being the youngest of the Sakamakis, you were the most like Karlheinz. From looks, to his vampiric abilities. Your mother was the royal escort, a demon of unknown origins, most likely bought from slavery. Your conception wasn't planned and was only discovered months after, forcing Karlheinz to marry your mother. It was safe to say she wasn't liked by his many wives and was murdered by a certain violet haired woman out of jealousy and spite before the two could bewed. An emergency c-section was ordered, leaving you to be the only bastard child of the Vampire King.

Your body writhed in discomfort as you dragged your twisted ankle to face this white haired Satan. You couldn't even hold your head upright to watch him, but you heard the sound of chains grating against the concrete floor. Its echo reminded you of a passing bell*, as its metallic snake-like body slithered closer towards you. If only you were more careful, more vigilant. If only you slit his throat when you had the time instead of hesitating. You'd managed to even creep up on him in his sleep, but your hands shook with something you couldn't understand and that alone was enough to wake the great serpent. Karlheinz wasn't one to dirty his own hands, but it seemed as if punishment only registered in your brain if it was done by him personally.

With a sharp swish of the air, he wrapped the chain around your wrist and yanked you forward, causing your arm to jolt out of its socket as your tendons tore in half. Your bones splintered as he continued to drag you around like nothing more than a ragdoll, tossing you about and shaking loose all the defiance you once held. Punishments like this weren't uncommon and eventually numbed you, not to say they didn't hurt every.single.time. You were just unphased by this brutality. What used to be flesh and bone, were now metal and iron. On a particularly gruesome night, you were left with only one eye, being forced to plug the open socket with a glass eye.

Even after moving in with your brothers into a mansion in the ancient woods of Japan, your pain persisted. How could it not? With damage as detrimental as that, simple prosthetic limbs couldn't replace the life you once held, the flesh you once cried into every night. But of course Karl seems to see things in a different, more rose coloured light. Not to mention those assholes you were forced to call your brothers, had a certain distaste for your existence. Like if you even asked to be born in the first place. They all hated the fact you resembled Karlheinz the most, even more so than Subaru. What a bunch of stuck up whiny brats. None of them had any right to judge you, they were all his stupid little specimens. If anything, YOU should be the one to scoff whenever they passed by. You had no choice but to ignore them as family, not like they treated you any differently, but God just for once you wished you all could just admit what a horrible life you all had instead of sweeping it under the rug with silent agreement.

It was an especially silent full moon that night. Not a creature to be heard, not even the triumphant sounds of wind banging against the window. The mansion reeked of tension as the stone walls only enclosed the negativity, entrapping those within. The celestial pearl in the starless sky glowed effortlessly beautiful, outshining any mere woman. She was as elegant and as poised as an emperor's most beloved swan. Her radiance often tempted those of the undead species to feed, even going as far as to grant them increased abilities. However, those without a chosen prey would often grow to be impatient and tense.

As you trotted down the staircase mindlessly, ignoring your surroundings, Ayato bumped into you, shoving you out his way. Usually you'd ignore him and mutter a couple curse words, but it'd been weeks since your last feed and your tolerance level for these ingrates erupted. Your eye flashed towards him and in a swift motion, you swung your arm out and shoved him back down the stairs.

"Cordelia forget to teach you some manners, or are you just that obtuse?" You spat at him. The red head watched in disbelief as anger veiled over his emerald orbs. "Don't fucking touch me freak before I rip off your other arm next." It was probably the moon, or perhaps because you hadn't fed for some time, or maybe it was the fact that you were just a fucked up kid who was tired of taking shit from everyone, but in that moment as you charged towards Ayato, you knew for certain, nothing mattered anymore. You ran towards him and grabbed the nape of his shirt and raised him off the floor as you clenched your teeth. "Say that again." Laito who'd been watching this whole thing go down, decided to step in and yank your pale, waist length hair, dragging you up the stairs. "Now now, that's not how you treat your big brothers, you know better than that, don't you otouto*?"

You immediately dropped Ayato to his knees and spun around to sucker punch that fedora wearing pervert, but unfortunately missed as he dodged the blow entirely, teleporting next to Ayato. Your body was now pumped with adrenaline and awaiting for someone to make the next move as you all stood face to face. "Fufu~ I almost forgot how strong you were y'know, if I was a second too late, I surely would've gotten my face restructured. What a cruel fate~" You listened to his stupid ramblings before deciding they just weren't worth it. They were always the most annoying of the group when paired together. You rolled your eyes and teleported to the roof without another word. At least here you had some peace..... Freak, he said. Freak? How were you the freak? You went through the worst of Karlheinz, literally crawling up from hell because he decided a fitting punishment would be to bury you alive in the seventh layer of the demon world. They just threw around insults like it meant nothing, making fun of you because you actually had the balls to stand up to that white haired bastard! You were the only Sakamaki that ever got that close to ending his pathetic reign of destruction.

"Ah, I thought I might find you up here." Damn, Reiji. Couldn't you get a minute of peace in this place? The wind blew your hair against your neck as he etched closer and closer. You really couldn't deal with another person telling you off, especially not Reiji. He most likely heard your outburst earlier, shit. "It's highly unbecoming to not answer someone when they're talking to you, especially if you're going to lecture others on their manners." That last part, you could practically hear the smirk in his voice. Was he actually amused? "Dinner is ready and I expect you to be there as this is a family event, do not keep us waiti-" You hastily stood up and looked him dead in the eye. "Does it look like I'm part of this family!? When have I EVER been apart of this household? Just because we share the same blood doesn't mean I'm one of you. Don't expect shit from me old man." Reiji was stunned, practically frozen in his place. This was the first time you'd ever talked to him like that, the very reason he came up here in the first place was to check up on you. He by far was the one that treated you most like a brother, making ointments and teas to help with your chronic pain.

"Reiji.... Look I'm just- I'm not okay right now and I need to be alone. I refuse to sit in a room with all 5 of those guys. Sorry." You realized the gravity of the situation too late as you watched how Reiji's expression blanked. Your metal arm brushed the hair out your face to better see his expression. Everything served as a reminder of how even before your birth, your life was ruined. "It's our father's orders, they enjoy this as much as you. This isn't me trying to antagonize you, I'm simply carrying out his wishes." You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Even after everything, everything that man put you all through, Reiji still obeyed him like a dog. That's right, that's all he was in the end, that's why you were always labeled as the dangerous one, because you refused to be a neglected mutt.

You ignored him and just teleported to your regular seat at the dinning table. Little did you know, that's where shit would get serious. You watched as the others filed in, one by one, getting into their usual seating positions. You picked up your fork and began to mindlessly twirl the spaghetti on it, unaware that Ayato and Laito were snickering about something. It wasn't until your third or fouth bite did you realize something was up. You watched closely to where their eyes trailed and noticed it was something about you that apparently seemed to bother them.

"Well? Just say it since it seems you have a problem with me." You spat before continuing to eat. "You look like that man when you're so serious. It's actually quite scary." Laito rebounded with. This was your last straw for the night as you felt every mental wall you had come crashing down in a matter of seconds.

"I know I'm scary, I know I scare you. That's why you always need to fight me as a team, because none of you can stand the thought of fighting Karlheinz's only capable son." You said standing up. You could've sworn you heard a chuckle from Subaru. He'd be the most empathetic to your situation seeing as how you two suffered from similarities of that man, but that doesn't mean he still wasn't wary. "Capable? Don't you think that's a stretch? I hate arrogant people like yourself." Kanato chimed in. What? So now the problem child has something to say?

"To hell with what you like or don't like, no one asked." Kanato grated his teeth as he got ready for another comeback. "You don't deserve to sit at this table! Teddy agrees with me, don't you Teddy?" The tension in the air became heightened, causing everyone to sit at the edge of their seats and see who would take the next blow. "That is enough! All of you need to cease this childish bickering at once, your manners are deplorable." It seems that at this point Reiji had enough and deep down, he knew he couldn't stop whatever this might escalate into. "I agree, Frankenstein needs to stay quiet." Kanato spoke up as he began to eat again. You felt the blood rush to your head as anger spiked through you like a drug, throwing your emotions off the chart and causing your words to finally be spoken from the heart.

"That's so fucking typical.... Every single time I have to deal with you spoilt snobs, I always end up being in the wrong somehow. For such pretentious assholes, you all seem to forget we have the same father, whether you like it or not! Everything that I've ever endured was because father saw potential in me, he knew that I'd be the true heir of the Sakamaki family and overthrow him. Compared to me you're all ants! You don't know me or my life or the shit I've been through! He tore off my fucking limbs and broke my bones while you all got to sit and what? Listen to stories at bedtime??" To further accentuate your point, you took your silver prosthetic arm and plucked out your glass eyeball, tossing it to Ayato who caught it out of reflex. At this point the table was silent, even Shu was taken aback. They all just stared at Ayato who held the artificial orb.

"To fear a man so much, you render him half blind and pull apart his limbs. That's the kind of coward that man is, the kind you all seem to be taking after." And with your final statement, you left. Not a word was muttered as you made your way up to your bedroom. It was the first time you'd ever spoken to them like that, to wash them over with the cold hard truth. Before it was usually witty comebacks, but this time, they knew not to push you further.

A couple days had gone by since the incident, no one dared to speak to you except for Reiji who reminded you to take a refill on your ointments. Even then, he didn't say anything outside of the reminders. Everyone seemed to avoid you, but this time there was no whispering and snickering, not even hurtful stares or judgemental glances. You'd be lying if you said you preferred things this way. While the peace and quiet was appreciated, you knew it was because they all had so much things going on in their minds, they couldn't seem to quite word it yet. At least before you knew they hated you, but now you had no way of knowing where you stood with them. It wasn't until a full week had passed, that Ayato knocked on your door. You knew it was him by the sound of his footsteps. Usually you'd ignore him and go back to whatever you were doing, but you felt like you needed to see his face, figure out what decision they all came to.

You creacked open the door and there stood Ayato, who didn't even seem comfortable standing so close to you. "Your.... Eye. Take it." Was all he said as he held out your eye in his hand. You watched the thing almost in disgust, Karlheinz was the one who originally gave you that. Your metallic fingers brushed past your eyepatch as you remembered the feeling of having that inside your socket. "Throw it away, I don't want it anymore." Ayato looked surprised at this and was about to say something more but decided not to push the topic. "You're.... Stronger than you look." You almost belted out in laughter. What was his deal? Stronger than you look? That should be obvious by now, or perhaps it was an attempt to compliment you? You just nodded your head and closed the door. That was certainly peculiar, to hear such a thing from Ayato. It was unfortunately for you, the first of many odd ongoings that were soon to occur.

Laito later on challenged you to a game of darts, but tried brushing it off by saying he was testing how well you could play with just one eye. Then after that, Subaru seemed to have left what appeared to be a silver knife on your bed. Whether it was to end yourself or end them, you weren't quite sure. Then Reiji invited you to try some of his new tea that came straight from England. Kanato allowed you to take some of his macaroons that were laying out in the open without berating you afterwards. And lastly, Shu coincidentally played your favourite classical pieces on his violin, making sure it was loud enough to echo throughout the manor.

As nice as the gestures were, none of them could simply erase the damage that had already been done. If anything, it just annoyed you that it took them this long to pull themselves together and actually treat you like a brother. It was exhausting having to put up with their antics, and it pained you to know that a part of these apology gifts, was pity in their cold, unbeating hearts. You'd certainly been through much worse than social isolation, but it ached deep down to know that your brothers saw you as weak. Their gifts of service became increasingly more annoying. And once again you were all sat together, but this time, in the living room. The only difference was that Reiji was reading out a letter that'd been delivered to the mansion.

"The Royal Ball will be held in the demon world and a representative of each family must be chosen to accompany the ruler of their prospective clan." Reiji tilted his glasses upwards as he finished reading the last of the letter. The obvious choice was to send Shu off, but it'd take more than the workings of God to get that man off his ass and spend an entire night socializing. Therefore, the runner up would simply be Reiji. You turned on your heel once you came to this realization and were about to leave until Subaru spoke up.

"Oi, the hell d'ya think you're going? We still haven't chosen a representative." You rolled your eyes at his lack of critical thinking. "Reiji will be the one to go if that wasn't already obvious." You said bluntly. "Actually, you might be the one to go. I have plans that night, besides, you'd fit right in." Okay, this was odd even for Reiji. God, he was doing that thing again. This sent you over the edge and you were so sick of it.

"Giving me this opportunity, it doesn't fix what happened to me. Nothing you all do can fix me, this is just who I am. These metal limbs, my missing eye, everything. They're all me and there's no cure for that. I understand what you guys are trying to do but it's not working, it just frustrates me to have to see you guys put on some kind of- kind of performance to please me! I'm a real person dammit! And it's time you started treating me like one!" You said storming off once more. And again, you were left to yourself as the others contemplated how to go about this, of if to even try.

Yes, it seemed they'd gone about things the wrong way this time. But when haven't they? You'll have to excuse your brothers, it's their first time being alive after hundreds of years.

Otouto- Japanese phrase for little brother.

Passing bell- A bell often used at funerals in Europe up until the 19th century.

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cloudysky-930 · 3 months ago

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I REALLY dislike the whole conversation between Kakashi and Sasuke in part one of Naruto.

Point 1)

"Sasuke, forget about getting revenge."

I'm sorry, what? Aren't you the same guy that helped Shikamaru get revenge for Asuma? Is it because you personally knew Asuma and not a majority of the Uchiha or is it because you're a hypocritical bitch.

Asuma died FOR konaha on a mission and got a funeral. Why was revenge even needed? What about all of those innocent Uchiha who were slaughtered in their homes? They didn't even get a funeral! Or do you just not care about them because the Uchiha thought for themselves and, because of this, were killed to further konahas' interests.

Point 2)

Like, good job trauma dumping on an obviously traumatized pre-teen instead of talking to him about his feelings and trying to emotionally support him. Instead, Kakashi tries to guilt trip Sasuke by saying that he has it just as bad and basically Sasukes in the wrong because he didn't respond to his trauma the way Kakashi did by submitting to konaha.

Like, look at this

This POOR CHILD is tormented and torn between staying and leaving, and instead of helping him, Kakashi basically just tells him to suck it up, which is a HORRIBLE way to help a CHILD or ANYONE deal with trauma. It honestly just makes it worse.

Not to mention, one of those "precious friends" is only friends with him for a superficial reason. Sakura would never even spare him a second glance if he wasn't good-looking. Like for what other reasons has she stated to like him for.

Regardless, why should Sasuke listen to you unquestioningly and submit to konaha like you did, Kakashi?

Especially when you had an entire lesson for team 7 about not following you like mindless little drones.

What a hypocrite.

#anti kakashi #anti konoha #anti shinobi system #pro sasuke uchiha #sasuke uchiha #anti sakura haruno

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thevanillerose · 2 months ago

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KNIFE | YANDERE!KAGEYAMA x READER | HAIKYUU!!

~ WRITING COMMISSIONS ~ ~ PATREON ~ ~ KO-FI ~ ~ NOVELS ~

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own anything except my own writing. All properties belong to their respective creators.

Again?

“Ew...who keeps doing this [Y/N]? Seriously, you need to report it!” “It's fine. I'll just buy a new one.”

It was getting really tedious though. Yet another textbook of yours, ruined, the cover left in shreds and several of the pages too. This poor tome had been sliced and diced like someone wanted to make sashimi out of it. It, sadly, wasn't a first. Over the course of several days now, you'd come to your school locker, unlocked it using your carefully chosen and frequently changed code, and found one new item ruined daily.

So far, they had all been textbooks, cut up and torn apart and then left as pitiful memorials to the studies of science and philosophy. Either somebody took issue with your consistently good grades, or it was something more personal than that.

Your friends had encouraged you to speak up about the issue and possibly get your locker moved somewhere else, but since you had no way of knowing who the culprit was, you figured that it would only perpetuate the problem. You rarely left any valuables in that storage, but the one time your locket had been stowed away and the vandalism had taken place, it hadn't been taken or even touched. It was exactly where you'd left it.

So you assumed this was just some overblown statement about education or something, and that you'd just been the unfortunately chosen target. Hopefully it would taper off eventually...

That was what you had wanted, but sadly, seeing the newer books you'd bought as replacements get ruined too was the final nail in the coffin. Sure, you could just carry these around with you, but at your young age you weren't exactly eager to start building back problems.

“Dammit-!” Cursing with irritation, you snatched the latest tattered piece from your locker and started storming through corridor after corridor, eyes beady and focused. You'd find the one responsible for this, and you'd make them pay for it! How exactly you would do that...you didn't honestly know yet, but you'd figure something out!

Eventually you ended up stumbling out into the open courtyard, and your eyes scanned before settling on a sight that made you freeze. The culprit, Tobio Kageyama. The murder weapon, a short pocket knife, at least big and sharp enough to do these sorts of damages.

You weren't even thinking. He was sitting among his cronies from the volleyball team, tossing the toy in his hand. Up and down, up and down, only stopping when you came right up to him and slammed the already ruined book down into the dirt between his feet. His sharp blue eyes swiveled up to you simply.

“Do you have any idea how much these cost!?” you pointed at the book and glared at him. “5,000 yen a pop if I'm lucky, and do you think I'm made of money!? You're obviously the one who did this so just...just fess up and own it already!”

“Ohoho~ That sounds like an accusation to me!” Hinata laughed, and Oikawa glanced at Kageyama expectantly from his seated position on top of the bench with them. “Looks like she's onto you Kageyama.”

“...Looks like.” Kageyama rose calmly, stepping right up to you and towering over your considerably shorter form. The shadow he cast was a long one. “Too bad you don't have any proof I did it.”

“Having the balls to carry a knife to school should be proof enough! Quit showing it off if you don't wanna get suspended, and quit bugging me! Leave my locker alone, leave my textbooks alone, and leave me alone!” You gave him a little shove before quickly storming off before he'd have the chance to retaliate. He really only stood there though, still except for the increasingly shaky grip on the knife in his hand. His eyes continued to stare holes into the flattened grass where you had just been standing.

“Leave you alone..?” he hissed through his teeth, “...How the hell am I supposed to do that?”

…

Well, one of your requests was fulfilled. No more ruined textbooks. The other two seemed to be...until that fateful day when you decided to stay back for some extra time and get one last lick of after class study in before heading home.

At that time the corridors were quiet, the school fairly silent. You approached your locker calmly, opening it up and not really expecting anything. What you saw inside made you reel back so quickly that you slammed into the metal doors on the opposite wall. “HAA-!!”

The interior of the locker was carved in every possible spot with the same word. Over and over, and over again. 'MINE'. 'MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE.' But worst of all was the sight of your locket, opened to reveal the photograph of your boyfriend inside, tarnished by a hideous smear of blood.

You felt sick, clutching your mouth with a trembling hand. Who would do something like this!? Could Kageyama really have--

“I got lucky, honestly.” You screeched with fright, immediately spinning around to see none other than the young man himself, steadily approaching in the dim corridor. The light only reflected on his eyes sometimes, illuminating how tiny his pupils had become.

“I'm desperately trying to think of some way to do it, when your precious Yuu~ ends up being one of the last people in the gym showers with me. Don't worry, I didn't come onto him or anything. I just took that knife you hated so much and used the wall as a corkboard. I pinned him up there where everyone can see.”

“A-...ahh...no...no that can't be true...” you practically wheezed out your words, slowly backing away from him and trembling violently all the while as he stepped closer and closer. Kageyama stretched out his long arms and merely smiled, like a wriggly line drawn haphazardly across his face. “But it is. Thankfully I carry a spare with me now, and it came in handy for doing up your little locker, [Y/N]. I thought you'd appreciate the makeover, but you don't have to worry about me using it again-” One hand dove into his pants pocket and produced the bloodied blade. He chucked it over his shoulder and let it slide down the hall like a piece of garbage.

“-I don't need it. Because I know that you like to put on a little act to show you're tough, when really, you're just a tiny, frightened little thing that doesn't know what to do when things get serious.” He took a quick detour to the twisted shrine of a locker, before returning on his beeline path to you again, cornering you quickly at the turn in the hallway and forcing you to press up among the locked doors desperately. “You're almost small enough to fit inside one of those. Too bad there's no hiding from me now though-”

His hands suddenly slammed either side of you and you squeaked, cowering. The locket loosened on its chain and dangled from his grip, the gold exterior shimmering. Your welling eyes looked up to see the face of Nishinoya looking back at you, tinted in scarlet. Dead.

As you started to sob hopelessly, Kageyama only smiled. He placed a heated kiss upon your forehead and grinned when you squirmed. To keep you from wriggling away he just pressed his whole body against yours and trapped you firmly, not caring that he could almost hear the life leaving you when he suddenly did so.

He stared at the locket, hummed, then dug his nail under the petite photograph, popping it out and letting it flutter down to the floor, before then admiring the empty, heart-shaped space that was left behind.

It was just waiting for him to fit right in there. Already carved out...

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