#however it's going to become really apparent really quickly that i'm not good at girls' night

[gideonisms]

invited to go to the club with a straight girl but what do I even wear to that. What do straight people even do in the club

[count-alucard-tepes]

King👑x Reader

An unexpected encounter...

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Y/N had been part of the Big Mom pirates since she was 11 years old after being washed up on shore. Her unique black feathered wings was all Big Mom needed to be convinced that the child would be useful to her crew and she was taken in. Her most beloved son, Katakuri took the child under his 'wing' and she soon worked her way under his guidance until she was second in command of his crew.

It had been 20 years since that day.

Y/N had just reached the ship when she saw her Commander and smiled brightly, he was so amazing in her eyes and just the best person ever! She'd quickly go to his side, "...you look exceptionally sweet today, Katakuri-san", she said with a big smile.

He'd look down at her and roll his eyes, "...your sarcasm is going to be the death of me, Y/N....let's go, I haven't briefed you on our mission today".

Y/N would huff in response, "...that was me complimenting you! I wasn't even trying to be sarcastic for once!", she said as she followed him onto the ship.

"...that’s what you get for always being a smart ass then", he'd say with a teasingly tone as an older brother would do to a younger sibling.

"...hm...fine, where are you going today? Valley of the Gods to meet our ends?", she asked as she folded her arms across her chest.

He glared at her and tsked, "...see...always got to be a smart ass with a sarcastic mouth".

Y/N pouted and refused to talk anymore until he told her about the mission.

"...so in light of Big Mom's alliance with Kaido...his first in command is meeting us to give us weapons and what not...I've never had the pleasure of meeting him but...I don't have any high hopes either for it to be a pleasant encounter...he can fly like you...so maybe you both can fly around and become friends".

Y/N stomped her foot, "...ah see who's being sarcastic now!".

He couldn't help but chuckle a little before composing himself, "...I'd prefer you just follow my lead...don't need you to start a fight for nothing".

Y/N just pouted even more and turned away from him, "...you're so mean! I always end battles I start!", she said her flame on her back grew a little more with her increasing emotions.

"...before you set the ship on fire, do I need to throw you in the ocean?", he asked teasingly.

Y/N quickly stopped her flame and nodded negatively, "No! My wings will get all wet...you know what happens when I do...especially with salt water...".

"...good girl...", he said before going on his merienda, leaving the young woman to pout.

It wouldn't be long before they would arrive on the island and King's ship was spotted, however he was no where to be seen.

"...apparently he flew out all of a sudden...works out for us since we wouldn't have to encounter him", Katakuri said as the exchange of goods started.

Y/N looked around and nodded, "...I'm going to explore the island and then stretch my wings...don't wait for me, I'll fly back to the ship when I'm ready", she said as she began walking into the forested area.

"...be safe...", Katakuri murmured as he watched her before going back to the ship. He knew she could handle himself....but something at the back of his mind made him worry for her safety especially now that King was MIA.

The island wasn’t part of Big Mom’s territory so naturally they were nervous when they saw one of her pirates on their island but Y/N didn’t pose a threat and would just buy some watermelon before tapping at a little stores window, “…do you have any black hair dye any chance? It’s kind of an emergency “, she said with a smile as she took a lock of hair with a free hand and smiled weakly.

“…yes, my wife could apply it for you if you like…she’s a barber but she does get the occasional lady client too”, the shop owner said gently.

This was unexpected, Y/N never really encountered nice people outside of Big Mom’s territory so it was rather refreshing.

“…sure…I don’t think I’d fit inside…so maybe she could do it outside while I eat my watermelon”, Y/N said gently as the shop owner realized that she stood 4 meters tall!

Y/N sat on the grass, cross legged as the lady washed her hair and took off the remaining dye, only to reveal her white hair, “…your hair is so beautiful…why do you dye it?”, the lady asked as Y/N smiled weakly.

“…I never really thought it suited me…so I always dyed it even as a girl…and it matches my wings when it’s black so it’s looks pretty cool”, she said as she stuffed her face with more watermelon.

Little did she know, flying right above her was King who had seen her hair and heard the entire conversation.

Before the lady could even start applying the dye, a gush of wind suddenly dropped it all on the floor.

Y/N froze for a minute, that was not a normal gush of wind…she knew that all too well and would look up to make eye contact with King the Wildfire.

“…you asshole! What was that for!?”, she said as she stood up and glared at him, “…you could literally flap your wings anywhere but you had to do it when this nice lady was helping me out!”.

The fire on his back grew wilder and that silenced Y/N, why…was it similar to hers?

“…where did you come from, girl?”, he questioned as he landed with a loud thud and began closing the distance between himself and Y/N. The town’s people began hurrying off away as they knew this could end terribly.

Y/N gripped the hilt of her sword as she stepped backwards, “…that is no concern of yours…”, she said calmly, sensing the vibe he was giving was off. Immediately, she’d distance herself from him and fly off but he was hot on her heels and before she knew it, he grabbed onto her ankle and dragged her into the dense forest.

Both crashing into a fresh water stream, Y/N groaned as she got up and realized her sword was gone. Not too far from her stood King who seemingly recovered from the crash a lot faster than she did.

“….what the fuck is your problem!? You could have killed us both!”, she said angrily as she flapped her wings to make sure they were not hurt but they were soaked…there was no way she could fly now until they dried.

This time, King wasted no time and closed the distance between them, grabbing her by the throat and lifted her off her feet, “….where the fuck did you come from!? Answer me!”.

Y/N kicked at him and punched him as best as she could, eventually trying to pull at his fingers to release her neck.

He took every hit from her before his patience started to thin and his eyes narrowed, “TELL ME!?”, he roared.

“…r…red…line”, she finally said when his grip finally loosen.

Before he could even say or do anything further, a spear grazed the top off his arm and immediately he let go of Y/N who hit the ground with a loud thud as she gasped for air.

With a moment spared, mochi engulfed her body and retracted to its owner, Katakuri who held her close to him, “…relax, Y/N…I’m here now”, he whispered to her soothingly as she clung onto him with tears in her eyes.

He turned his attention back at King, “…you attacked my second in command…that is a threat in itself towards our emperors’ truce…”, he said calmly as King glared right back at him before turning away.

“…I have no issues with you, Katakuri…and I do not plan to”, he said calmly as he took off to the skies, looking over his shoulder at Y/N one last time before heading off to his ship.

Katakuri carried Y/N back to the ship and tended to her wounds, “…what happened?”, he asked quietly.

Y/N sighed softly, “…he attacked me first, he just saw me and started questioning me about where I came from…and things just escalated”.

“…and your hair…”, he said waiting for her to confirm what he already knew.

She blushed when she realized that it was now completely white, “…oh no! I hate it like this…”, she said before grabbing a pillow and covering it up as best she could.

“…so it’s like that naturally then…”, he said gently.

“…yeah…”, she said quietly as she didn’t want to make eye contact with him.

“…and you’re from Red Line?”, he asked.

She nodded before looking at him with hesitation written all over her face.

He simply nodded before patting her knee, “…I’ll get you some dye once we are home…but it does suit you a lot more though”.

She blushed a little, “…really? You think so?”, she asked as she took the pillow down and he just nodded a little.

“…get some rest, I’ll wake you up when we arrive”, he said gently as he headed to the door and closed it behind him.

She laid on the bed for a moment to process everything that had just happened before falling asleep.

Katakuri stood on the deck as he looked out at the ocean. What had happened was not good at all. He knew King was extremely dangerous and did not understand why he would attack Y/N and question her so brutally…everyone who knew about the Lunarians, also knew they were a dead race but here was Y/N.

So what was King’s problem?

He sighed softly, he needed to make sure Y/N was never near King again…no matter the cost.

((Let me know if you guys want a part 2!😆 I made her in her 30’s because King is 48 and I wanted them to have a closer age gap and 4 meters tall so that they are somewhat proportionate))

[marveinator]

Afraid- Ellie Williams (1)

Afraid- Ellie Williams (Part 1)

PART 2 -> PART 3

Backround infos you need (THIS CONTAINS TLOU 2 SPOILERS!): This takes place after Joel died, and Ellie´s revenge already started. Dina and Ellie never had a thing going on, they are just good friends, and Jesse is still alive. Still- Ellie doesn´t have contact with them- since they did not accept her leaving. (Dina and Jesse are not a couple though)- also the reader aka your perspective is described as she/her but there is no use of Y/N!

A/N: This will be a series! I hope you enjoy Part 1, and I´m terribly sorry if something doesn´t make sense, English isn´t my first language! Tell me what you think and help me to let more people see this! Enjoy now...

Chapter warnings: Mention(s) of death, mention(s) of guns/shooting, overall it can be brutal,... I think that´s it?

It was dark outside. Through the broken window I could look a bit into the distance, but without any new discovery. Never did I, or anyone, think the world would end like this. Shattered, possessed, and above all: controlled. It is difficult to explain how the world was before. I, myself, do not know. This has always been the way life goes for me, this is how it began, this is how it ends. In the midst of an apocalypse that finds no end.

I decided to get out of "my" bed. It was probably midnight, but I didn't care. As I crawled out from under the covers, I felt goosebumps brush over my body. Stupid broken window. I hated it here. I don't know about the other QZs, but I hope for everyone's sake it's better than here. Vancouver. I was born here, I live here, and I will die here. I've never seen anything else. If someone asked me now what my greatest wish is, I would probably say to finally get out of this shithole. I'm sitting here, living in a small apartment. Not mine, but my friend's. He's always working… and is almost never around. Work is also one of those messy things here…. I think FEDRA has and never had anything under control. Anyway, I got up and put on shoes. Also my dark gray jacket, the only one I own.

Just as I was about to go into the kitchen (which can't even be called a kitchen, it's way too small for that), I heard a loud scream. I quickly ran back to the (broken) window and looked out. Down on the street people were shooting. Probably the fireflies. Ironic, isn't it? I actually had hopes of becoming a part of them once. Just to get out of here.

"Turn around right fucking now." An unknown voice. I turned around and looked into the eyes of a tall brunette girl. She had a tattoo on her forearm and a gun between her hands. "I really don't want to hurt you, but I need you to tell me where your dear friend Liam is." Her words sounded harmless, however the tone of her voice could tell me that she wouldn't hesitate for a second to kill me. I took a deep breath, I didn't want to die yet despite the circumstances. "He's working," I said dryly. This answer apparently didn't please the girl at all, because she came a few steps closer. "Stupid. Who do you think he is working for right now? At this hour? For FEDRA? They're busy enough taming the fireflies." Oh. Kind of makes sense. "FEDRA doesn't care about annoying 20-year-old men who want food. So, tell me, where is he? I still have a bullet, believe me."

Automatically, I took a step back. "Leave me out of this. I hardly ever see him, I just live in an apartment with him- I don't know anything." I didn't like this situation at all. "Get on your knees," the girl said, and I obeyed- not ready to take a bullet. I knelt on the cold floor and felt goosebumps rise again, but probably it was the whole position I was in that scared me. So helpless and close to death. Yes, I wanted excitement in my life, but not like this….

"And now you listen to me. Your friend, or whatever, is working for someone who killed a person who was very important to me. So maybe if you do want to tell the truth, now is the last chance to do it." I stared up into her eyes. Her whole stature looked so frightening in the darkness. I could tell by the look in her face that she did this every day. Not sneaking up on random girls in apartments, no, killing people. Maybe she had already killed 20. Or hundreds. Or thousands… "Now fucking say something!" she screamed as she pulled on the gun to load it. Shit. I swallowed. Now I had to act smart.

Suddenly the wooden floor creaked. Steps. "What the-" Both mine and the girl's eyes darted to the door. Liam. Fuck. The brown-haired girl in front of me didn't hesitate and shot him. I saw the bullet go through his left shoulder and blood gush out of him. "NO!", I screamed. I quickly ran over to him and knelt down. "It had to be done." She wanted to leave. She pushed past and wanted to leave. No. Quickly I ran after her and grabbed her. "No. You can't barge in here and scare me to death and kill my only friend!", I cried. The tears were just running down my cheeks now. "I don't have anyone else! No one. What am I supposed to do now? You took away the only thing I had, and I thought that's how you felt, too?"

Ellie Williams POV I looked down at her, since she was quite a bit smaller than me. Pain was in her eyes…what had I done. Killing people- for Joel- had been easy. At least until now. But this time was different. I saw a girl standing in front of me who had lost the most important person in her life - just like I once had. "No." I- I was no better than Abby. "I'm- I didn't know-", I tried to continue, but I was interrupted. "Would it have made any difference if you had known? You're a murderer!" Ouch. "Believe me, whoever is the person you lost, I don't think he or she would have wanted you to be like this. You're a monster." Now I couldn't hold back my tears either. I was standing here, in a strange girl's hallway, and I was crying. Not very Ellie of me.

Reader POV Wow. I had managed to make a murderer cry. That was definitely not on my checklist. I turned around and walked back to Liam. His eyes were staring off into nowhere. We almost never talked, yet he had been important to me. Taking in a stranger just like that, as a roommate and friend, was certainly not a normal thing. I wiped the last tears from my face before simply accepting it. Sure, this may seem mean… like "Why is she getting over it so quickly?" Well… when you're used to losing everyone, eventually it doesn't surprise you anymore. Of course, the grief will always be there, but it becomes easier and easier to suppress it. I couldn't turn around and look at the girl. I couldn't. "I don't think we'll ever see each other again, and that's just fine. I don't want to see you anymore. Look, I don't even know your name. Forgive? I won't- I don't want to, but I'm going to try anyway. You don't deserve it, but I don't know your exact history. Which doesn't justify what you did, but maybe I just don't understand you. Now just go, FEDRA will be here soon, they must have heard the shot."

[malereaderpage]

≛ the new hot young english teacher ≛ | jang hyunsoo

► hyunsoo x top male reader

► smut: public sex, handjob, swearing, dirty thoughts, fluff at the end

► male reader is two years older than hyunsoo, student hyunsoo

"guys! have you seen the new english teacher?" hyunsoo eavesdrops in on a group of girls standing near him. "he's so hot. he's apparently only 22!" the girl continues telling her friends. the other girls gasps. "he's two years older than me!" one exclaims, the others giggling in excitement. hyunsoo rolls his eyes as he shuts his locker and heads off to class.

the news about a young english teacher spreads quickly and soon hyunsoo can't escape this 'hot young english teacher.' bullshit. he's starting to get annoyed, doubting that this new english teacher is actually hot. but he himself doesn't really know if he's actually into guys or not.

he's confused about his sexuality in all honesty. he hasn't really had curshes. hyunsoo debated on if he was aromantic for a while, until he surprisingly liked this girl, however he got over her after a few months due to her being lesbian and had a girlfriend.

walking into his classroom he takes a seat. it's english period. hyunsoo is definitely not excited. he's pretty good in english, the best in english may i add. all of the girls are only excited to meet the new young english teacher who is supposedly hot. hyunsoo shakes his head from side to side and opens his textbook, preparing for class.

suddenly, the girls make a big fuss and hyunsoo looks up.

his breath hitches as he successfully controls his facial expression, keeping it natural. his eyes wants to widen but he doesn't allow them to do so. 'okay. he is hot.' hyunsoo admits in his head. you stand infront of the classroom and introduce yourself to the students in english. "hello guys. i'm mr. y/l/n. it's a pleasure to meet you all." your voice reaches hyunsoo's ears and it's angelic as ever. the best sound he's ever heard if he's being honest. he's already addicted to your voice.

for the whole lesson he tries his best to pay attention as much as possible, however his mind has other plans. he keeps imagining your hands on his body and your lips on his.

he has a boner.

"fucksakes." he mumbles quietly. he puts up his hand. "yes hyunsoo?" the way you say his name, the way it rolls off your tongue, he almost embarrasses himself by staying still, luckily, he snaps out of it. "may i please use the restroom?" he asks you in english. you smile at him and nod. he quickly leaves, squealing on the inside about your pretty smile.

after fixing his problem he returns to class.

and so a few weeks go by. hyunsoo has become a big fan of you. whenever the two of you would interact, hyunsoo was always so polite and smiley. hyunsoo started to help you with anything you needed helping with. you found it cute. however you find hyunsoo so attractive and have noticed how nervous he gets around you, how friendly and polite he'd be with every interaction.

you've noticed how he'd use the 'restroom.' quite frequently during your classes and the secret glances he'd throw your way. you aren't dense. you felt a bit guilty when you secretly followed him to the bathroom once to only hear his moans and your name escaping from his lips. it's attractive and you couldn't help yourself jerking yourself off to his moans that night. you want to fuck him so badly and you know he wants you to fuck him as well.

"hyunsoo-ah." you call his name before he can leave the classroom with everyone else. "yes, mr. y/l/n?" you chuckle. "just call me y/n-ssi or hyung." hyunsoo nods, "ah okay, y/n-ssi." he adds. the way he says your name is already affecting you. you want to hear him scream your name.

you stand up and the younger watches in confusion as you walk to the door and close it, locking it. hyunsoo becomes nervous, even more so when you start to approach him. his lower back comes in contact with your desk. you trap him by placing your hands on the desk as hyunsoo leans back. "w-what are you d-doing y/n-ssi..."

you lean in and peck his lips, for incase he doesn't want you to do anything more to him. hyunsoo stiffens but the look on his face has you smirking. "can you do that again?" he asks. you chuckle and lean in again, this time your lips moves against his, hyunsoo's hands grip the collar of your shirt. hyunsoo hums into the kiss as he allows your tongue to slip through his lips and explore his mouth. his arms snake around your neck, his hands finding your hair he grips your locks, tugging on your hair it makes you groan into the kiss.

you both experiment with different rhythms and find one you both like. you bite on his bottom lip, earning a whimper from him. god he's wanted you to kiss him since day one, hyunsoo craved for something like this to happen. your lips on his feels so right to him, the makeout itself has him so hard. the way you skillfully kiss him is making him feel all kinds of things, lust being the highlight.

he loves the way how you suck on his tongue so expertly, how you bite his lower lip, not too hard nor too soft; just perfect to inflict pleasure upon him. he fucking lives for it.

you break the kiss and pull back slightly, both of you panting softly. "can i fuck you?" another thing he absolutely loves about you; how straightforward you are. even when explaining activities you dont take the long way, you get to the point. the grade hyunsoo and his classmates are currently in doesn't need long explanations and you get that. "i thought you'd never ask, hyung." he says breathlessly. excitement flows through your body, you are long hard for the younger male in front of you.

the both of you strip and you sit on your chair, hyunsoo sitting in your lap. you reconnect your lips, one hand on his nape to deepen the kiss while his arms are around your neck once again and your other hand wrapped around both your and his dick. they are pressed up against one another as you jerk the both of you off slowly, earning airy moans from hyunsoo as the two of you kiss sloppily.

you pick up your pace and attack his neck, sucking and nipping immediately once your lips come in contact with his neck's skin. "fuck..." hyunsoo moans, throwing his head back due to the pleasure. you pull back and focus on getting both of you to cum. as hyunsoo starts to become more vocal with each stroke signals that he's close to cumming. "fuck you are so handsome, hyunsoo. those pretty moans of yours drive me fucking crazy." hyunsoo can only muster up a moan as his eyes are shut in concentration, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth agape as moans and whimpers continue to slip past his swollen pretty lips.

you grunt, feeling close as well. "i'm-m c-close." hyunsoo announces, his hands gripping your shoulders, his short nails digging into your skin. "cum." you demand and shivers run down the younger's spine as tension builds up within his stomach. hyunsoo cums and you cum soon after a few more strokes.

you put your finger in your mouth and then allow your hand to go to hyunsoo's untouched hole. hyunsoo squirms, not use to this at all as your finger goes in. "it won't feel good at first but trust me, it will soon." you tell him softly. "i trust you, hyung." that brings both of you reassurance. you prep him carefully and fully. "i don't have a condom with me." you inform him. "it's fine." he tells you. "you sure?" instead of verbally answering you he leans in and passionately kisses you. you respond immediately and kiss him back with just as much passion before moving your finger. it's uncomfortable for him at first, however when you add your second finger and after a few thrusts hyunsoo starts to moan into the kiss.

after you know he's fully stretched out he lifts himself up along with your help on his hips you lower him, your dick entering him. it's painful and everytime you stop he insists that you lower him down further. once you are fully inside him you pull him closer and distract him with kisses and praises.

"okay. i'm ready." he informs you. he starts to move and you immediately groan. hyunsoo whimpers as he moves his hips back and forth, you having to resist the urge to snap your hips upwards and fuck him mercilessly right then and there. hyunsoo have always fantasized about this very moment, your dick deep inside of him. the way you fill him up, he feels so full with you inside of him. you pleasure him so much even though you are doing the bare minimum.

he's craved for you to fuck him for weeks and now that it's actually happening is still so surreal to him. it's an amazing experience so far. it'll be one hell of a memorable one too. he can't help but become a moaning mess when he picks up his pace. your dick brushes his prostate and it drives hyunsoo mad. you love how his tight warm walls feel around you. you love seeing him like this.

sweat has formed on his forhead. wanting more you grip his waist firmly and keep him down. you start thrusting upwards into him, his moans louder as you perfectly hit his prostate. you continue to abuse it over and over again as his airy moans reach your ears. you groan, loving the audible noise of his ass coming into contact with your thighs; skin slapping. his grip on your shoulders tightens as you thrusting becomes harsher. "fuck! y/n!" hyunsoo yells loudly. he can't help but clench around you and it makes you groan.

you hit his prostate oh so perfectly, pleasuring him to the maximum. that familiar tension builds up within his stomach once again and his dick twitches. his dick is leaking with precum, begging for attention your one hand leaves his waist and grips his dick harshly. hyunsoo gasps and you stroke him quickly, still thrusting upwards into him. "holy shit i'm gonna cum-" he chokes out.

and mere seconds later hyunsoo cums. you then focus on reaching your own climax, pounding into him you begin to pant. "where can i come?" hyunsoo is a whimpering mess due to the over stimulation. "i-inside." he manages to say. with a few more thrusts you cum inside of him with a low moan, a low moan that hyunsoo finds so addictive and attractive.

after the both of you clam down you clean up the mess and put on your clothes again. "hyung, you are my first." hyunsoo confesses. your heart drops. if you knew you wouldn't have fucked him like that. hyunsoo immediately notices your panicked facial expression. "no hyung the sex was great. i wouldn't want it to be any different. i'm glad you are my first. you helped me figure out my sexuality. thank you for that." he reassures you and a wash of relief over washes you.

"are you sore?" you ask him, genuinely concerned for the younger. "not really but i'll definitely feel it in the morning." you both chuckle. "good thing it's saturday tomorrow then." you point out. "wanna do something tomorrow?" he questions you. you smile fondly at him. "yes, i'd love to." you answer him.

[autumn-foxfire]

Masumi wouldn't consider herself insecure. Yes, more often than not, people assumed she was a boy due to her adrogynous looks and her sense of fashion but she often laughed off these moments when they happened and corrected the people to misgender her when she had the chance.

However, if one more person made a comment about the size of her chest, she was going to snap.

It was like people had never met small breasted women before! She was naturally small, so what? That doesn't mean she can't wear the bikini styles she preferred, thank you Sonoko.

Masumi wouldn't consider herself insecure, and yet as she looked at herself in the bikini she liked in the mirror, with Sonoko's previous comments in her head, and she took in how her breasts looked in the fabric, she wanted to rip the article of clothing off her body.

"Sera-chan!" Ran's voice called out from outside her changing room, "Are you ready?"

Masumi forced out a sheepish laugh, "Nah, this one doesn't suit me so I'm not going to wear it," she replied and moved her hands behind her back to begin to unfasten the bikini top.

"Really?" Ran asked, her voice filled with innocent curiosity, "That's a shame, you really like it."

And wasn't that the truth. Masumi had really liked the design of the bikini and was excited to try it on.

"You sure you want that one?" Sonoko had asked, "I mean-" she cut off and gestured towards her own chest and Masumi wouldn't be a detective if she couldn't figure out what she was talking about. The comment stung but Masumi grabbed the bikini anyway, determined to show the girl she was wrong.

But now that she was looking at herself, at her lack of larger breasts that Sonoko believed would make the bikini looked better, all Masumi could think about were Sonoko's previous words.

"I'll be right out," she called out to Ran, "I'm going to pick out another one."

"Okay," Ran replied back, "I'll go tell Sono-AH!"

It happened in a moment, as Ran screamed she tripped through the curtain door of Masumi's changing room and landed at Masumi's feet.

"I'm so sorry!" Ran apologised as she jumped to her feet, her cheeks a bright scarlet, "Someone left a bottle on the floor and I tripped over it!"

Masumi let out a soft laugh, "It's fine, I'm glad you're okay," she said, "It's a good thing I haven't taken my top off yet though," she grinned and shot Ran a wink.

Only the insecurities from earlier returned and she couldn't help but add under her breath "Not that there's much to see apparently..."

Ran must have heard of what she said because she frowned.

"Don't say that!" she quickly protested, "You're so pretty!"

Flattered, Masumi laughed again, "Oh I know that, good looks run in my family!" she joked, "I just meant..." she trailed off, not wanting to voice her insecurities.

Ran continued to frown as she took in Masumi, her frown becoming deeper as she noticed Masumi subconsciously try and cover her chest.

"You look great in this bikini, Sera-chan!" she complimented, "It suits you, why don't you want to get it?"

Masumi shot Ran a self-depricating smile, "But it would look better if I had bigger boobs, right?" she said, "Even Sonoko thinks so."

"She's wrong," Ran protested immediately, and Masumi could tell the girl was being earnest.

"Sonoko... she doesn't think about what she says sometimes and her words can hurt," Ran continued, and from the pained expression on Ran's face Masumi knew that she was speaking from experience.

But then she looked at Masumi with a warm and genuine smile and Masumi felt her heart flutter, "You look amazing, Sera-chan," she said, her words like a promise, "Sonoko doesn't know what she's talking about."

Masumi felt her own smile return and she looked at Ran gratefully, "Thank you," she whispered, and then, because she couldn't resist teasing her friend, "So, you really think my boobs look good in this bikini?"

"Your boobs look incredible!" Ran replied with conviction, "They always do!"

And then when she realised what she just said, her cheeks turned bright red and she began to splutter about how it's not like she's purposely looking at Masumi's breasts. Yet the quick glances she kept shooting them even as her entire face turned red told Masumi a different story.

Masumi let out a genuine laugh. Maybe she'll buy this bikini after all, if it gets Ran to keep looking.

[muffinrecord]

I have a question about Arc 2 and Infinite Iroha (I can’t bring myself to read the story myself because the concept of someone being erased from existence like that makes me too sad). Is there anything that could have been done in-universe so that Iroha didn’t have to become Infinite Iroha and be erased?

It's hard to answer this since all I have are the chapter summaries to go off of and not an actual translation that I can read line-by-line. Also tbh I still don't 100% understand the final chapter in all its nitty gritty details-- I have a good idea of what happened, but I don't want to dig in too deeply into it because I feel like that'll spoil it slightly for me when it actually gets a translation I can watch.

That being said, I think I still might be able to answer this...? But it's two separate answers:

Answer One: No.

Iroha realizes in this final chapter a very sad truth-- in every timeline except for this one, she dies. This is the only one where she lives. And fate has come to balance its checkbook.

Before anything else, I want to quickly point out that Iroha being Kimochi-fied isn't actually what erases her-- she was able to be a Kimochi ver when she helps Rabi not destroy everything after all:

This form of hers is just Iroha, Ui, and Little Kyubey all combined into one being.

The reason she's erased is... uh.... actually I can't really give a solid answer to this, beyond that she's put a lot of burden on her soul-- she took in the Mirrors Witch out of compassion to show the witch (which is the amalgamation of many magical girls and their pain) a miracle. She then rewound time so that the fight never happened, erasing the witches' minions. Then she had to undo the uwasa-ification of all the magical girls which is apparently a mega burden on her soul, and I think it's implied she's doing other things behind the scenes.

In a way, it's very Madokami of her, but to a lesser scale. After all, Madokami was forgotten by everyone except for Homura, and Iroha is "only" forgotten by non-magical girls. Everyone else still remembers her, even if they can't see or interact with her anymore.

(It's also kind of implied she might be coming back, but it would be far off in the future...? I'm not really sure.)

In a way, this is the kindest kind of "death" Iroha could have been offered, and when you compare it to Madoka, Iroha had a much gentler version of being erased. Her friends still remember her and Iroha isn't alone-- she still has Ui, Little Kyubey, Sakurako, Touka, and Nemu by her side. Her friends still visit her by Sakurako's tree, and even if they can't communicate, they can be alongside one another.

It's interesting when you think about it. Iroha, the girl who could only live in one timeline, became Infinite. In some ways she was erased, in some ways she was stamped into time permanently, so that she can never be truly gone.

So in one sense, I think that Iroha can't have been saved. It was her fate, something like this was going to happen to her all along. She's stubborn about wanting to help everyone, and she has her own version of a happy ending, even if bitter sweet.

...

However...

Answer Two: Yes

See, there's another thing here. Magia Record, at it's core, is not a story about how one special fated girl is able to save the world. The series' themes are baked right into its gameplay-- connects are a big feature, teambuilding is important, and synergy is important.

This story is always stressing that connection, friendship, companionship, and understanding are what saves lives, not solo acts of greatness. When a girl tries to abandon it all and forsake the world, her friends come to pull her back. When a character feels like her destiny is too much and she can't possibly do it, her burden is carried by those around her. And these characters repeatedly learn that lending out a hand to someone else also in turn saves them.

Arc 2 has a lot of darkness, but a lot of light. Characters die, but characters are also saved-- morally gray characters are redeemed to the point of frequent fan frustration in fact. However, I think this is a deliberate choice of the writers-- it's very clumsily done in some ways so don't get me wrong, but I don't think it's a matter of the writers being too scared or cowardly to make a character actually evil or to let a character be irredeemable by the text (to be clear, you might disagree with the text and the actions of its characters but I'm talking about what the text states itself).

Arc 2 says that suffering causes suffering and that understanding and connection is what will save its characters. It says that everyone deserves a chance at redemption. It says that no one should be left alone.

...

Which makes the whole Iroha thing kinda weird, doesn't it?

Every faction leader has to learn something in arc 2. Every faction leader has to change in some way, to amend their thinking. Each faction leader needs to be saved by their own faction in many respects, and the connections and friendships they built are what make them saved.

So the question is: how has Iroha changed?

I think Iroha starts and ends arc 2 in a similar way-- she wants to save everyone. She starts off not wanting anyone to suffer and she ends it the same way. She retains her stubborn nature. In the end, she makes the decision to take on all the pain and suffering and deal with it on her own.

Ui, Little Kyubey, Touka, Nemu, and Sakurako are there. But this isn't Iroha getting saved from her fate like how Himena was saved by Sasha. This is Iroha falling in lockstep with it.

I think the answer to your question would be that Infinite Iroha shouldn't be Alone Iroha, but saved by those around her. An Iroha who let herself be saved instead of trying to save everyone else.

If Arc 3 does actually happen, then I think it might be something along these lines-- a story about how you don't need to take all the burdens in on yourself. Everyone else was able to change, and Iroha could too.

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Anyways that's my long-winded answer. Sorry if this doesn't make sense, I can't sleep and it's hard to articulate.

[youhavenoideahowbadiwantthis]

I've been waiting to watch The Outwaters since I heard about it a few months ago. I love found footage and I love cosmic horror. Mash them up and you've got yourself a stew.

I found a few days ago that it was available on VOD so I got it for $13. That's a pretty sick part of the COVID film release trend. Love when brand new horror comes out to own for the price of a movie ticket.

*SPOILERS AHEAD*

I'm going to just say the very common disclaimer: "this film is not for everyone."

A bunch of friends go out to the desert to film a music video, apparently. There are constant mysterious booms and shrieks. Desert animals exist around them. A bloody axe man chases them around and kills them. The cameraman/main character (Robbie) wakes up in a pool of blood and looks for his friends and there appears to be a time loop and maybe he's the axe man. There's an, apparently, big, practical effect creature that makes noise at him. Then he finds his dead friends' heads and cuts off his penis and disembowels himself with an animal tooth.

End.

So, if you're reading this, you're probably frustrated at how lazy and lackluster that synopsis was. Right? Now you know how I felt watching almost 2 hours of it.

I promise I will discuss WHY I feel this movie is one of, if not the biggest piece of shit I have ever watched in my life, but first, I want to dissect this movie through other people's words.

"Banfitch has a clear talent for character development, which is thrown out the window as soon as the true horror begins. Yet, getting to know his cast of characters only makes watching their annihilation more gut-wrenching in the end." - Grace Detwiler, Rue Morgue

If you think this character development is outstanding, I'm excited for you to watch literally any other movie, ever. He attempts to create the candid, real characters or Benson and Moorhead films, but they end up one dimensional, typical found footage characters. Think Paranormal Activity characters, but not even douchey enough to be interesting.

"...will likely be most effective for viewers who are strongly affected by the power of suggestion." - Grace Detwiler, Rue Morgue

Lol. I mean...yes. Correct.

"...[transforming] the found footage format into something far more transgressive..." - Meagan Navarro, Bloody-Disgusting

If the boundaries that are being crossed are "good overall filmmaking" into "bad", you're still wrong. Many found footage movies have done that. This is uniquely bad, however, so maybe there's a point there.

"...the film is more interested in immersing us than it is in answering any questions. In this regard, it completely succeeds as it spends longer and longer getting lost in the landscape that has become distorted." -Chase Hutchinson, Collider

Ok, let's talk about this, specifically.

At no point, was I immersed in this movie. The first 20 mins are the, supposedly incredible, character-building, that can really just be boiled down to the phrase, "hurr durr, you reminds me of your parents." I promise, you may relate to the dialogue between these characters, but you're better than them. Seriously. This entire build up is filmed with the tightest camera work I've ever seen. This man forgot to zoom out and he moves the camera quickly and often. You will get sick.

Then they're in the desert. The camera is slightly better because you have a vast landscape behind people most of the time, so it isn't as disorienting. But God help you, he will manage to examine every nook and cranny of a bush and the inside of their tent and the one girl's face, over and over again.

The night time shots are so much worse. Half the time, he's filming with a normal light source that illuminates a large enough area to provide tension so that you only recognize so much of what is on screen. The other half is lit by a gas station pocket flashlight using batteries from the early 2000s. I, like many other people in this day and age, have a large television. So when I have a 65" TV (1809 Sq. In.) and about 1/6 of the movie is filmed through a 3" diameter pinhole, I'm gonna be upset. The power of suggestion does not trump the power of wanting to watch a fucking movie.

Apparently, there was a large, maybe practical effect monster. Couldn't tell you, because it was filmed through this dipshit pinhole. If I spent the money to build a monster for a movie, YOU WILL FUCKING SEE AT LEAST 20% OF THAT MONSTER FOR A FEW SECONDS.

The story was run of the mill. The themes and characters were as deep as a teacup. The cinematography was fucking trash, even for found footage.

This was like a visual representation of a Chainsmokers song, but they were trying to make a black metal song, but the only black metal they've heard was Deafheaven, but the only Deafheaven they've heard was Ordinary Corrupt Human Love, but they recorded it in mono.

Also, a lot of people are comparing this to Skinamarink. Stop. Both films are frustrating and work on the power of suggestion. However, Skinamarink actually leans into the suggestion. It gives you vague pieces to tell yourself a story. Outwaters gives you a story and then lazily slops out blurry garbage that has been done better many times before over the course of almost 2 hours and then just kind of ends. I was not a huge fan of Skinamarink, but in my opinion, it is far more worthwhile than Outwaters and it's insulting to Skinamarink to conflate the two.

I will not say that I could make a feature length film. I don't have the talent or creativity. It's easier to sit and judge than to actually do something. Maybe Banfitch should take a break to reassess his influences to see what makes them worth watching, because this movie is evidence that he has missed the mark.

I hope he gets better.

If you want to watch the movie, sure, go ahead. If you want to watch something that will actually entertain and/or challenge you, might I recommend the following:

Resolution, Spring and The Endless are all wonderful pieces of eclectic cosmic horror by Benson and Moorhead. Good characters and intriguing concepts without giving away every detail.

Banshee Chapter by Blair Erickson is an incredibly underseen cosmic/conspiracy horror film that predates Stranger Things by several years, and in my opinion, does it better (horror-wise).

Bellflower by Evan Glodell is not exactly horror, but is a film that I feel Banfitch to inspiration from. The character development is on point and organic and it has sort of the mumblecore feel that I felt Banfitch was trying (and failing) to develop in the first 20 mins of his movie.

These are just suggestions that I think all do a significantly better job in every respect than Outwaters.

Just my opinions.

Thank you for listening, though I'm not sure why you would.

[lulubelle814]

Just Dizziness - Chapter 29

Emma stopped by that night for dinner, apparently eager to see me. Before Tom had a chance to sit, she stole the seat next to me, forcing him to sit across the table. Since he couldn't hold my hand through dinner like he wanted, he resorted to playing footsie which I enjoyed, feeling like a teenager.

"I've been wanting to come by and see you, but I know you must have loads going on. I can't even begin to imagine how you must be feeling."

"Em…" Tom interrupted, trying to steer the conversation away to something lighter.

"No, it's ok. We can't pretend it never happened, as much as I wish we could. It’s been extremely frustrating, but Tom has been beyond incredible. I don't know what I'd do without him honestly. He makes it easier to handle, more bearable. He's been so incredibly patient.  I feel broken, and he's been helping me put the pieces back together."

Emma leaned over and gave me a hug from the side. "I'm here if you need a friend or someone else to talk to. Tom's a great big brother (and I will deny ever having said that), but if you ever want some girl time, feel free to ring me up."

"Thank you. That means a lot." And I meant it. I love Tom, but I know it's not sustainable to keep relying on him all the time.  He has his work and his friends, and at some point I need to figure out mine.  Hopefully therapy will be able to help me figure out how to get there. 

Once dinner was over, Tom and I headed back home, Bobby chilling in the back seat. Emma's idea of girl time rang around in my head. Maybe I should take her up on it?  

Sophie seemed nice. Tom told me that she and I were friends before the accident. Maybe this could be a good opportunity to maybe get to know her again? She seemed so nice when she came by the hospital. I don't know though. 

By the time we reached home, it was late. We let Bobby out to do his business before tucking in for the night. When I woke up the next morning, however, it was early.  The sun was just coming up, peaking through the curtains.  The way the rays hit Tom’s face gave him an ethereal look.  For a moment, I could have sworn I was in heaven, that he was an angel.  I held myself back from stroking his hair, fearful to wake this sleeping angel, instead being satisfied with gazing upon his perfect form.  

A moment later, he adjusted in his sleep, the sheet drifting down to reveal his perfect chest with a smattering of hair, freckles scattered here and there. The internal battle grew as I gazed at him.  Before I knew it, my fingers tucked back an errant hair that had fallen into his face. The touch seemed to have awakened him as a low groan erupted from his chest. 

"Darling, is everything alright?" His voice had a mixture of concern and something else. 

"Everything is fine. I was just admiring you in the light of the sunrise. You look like an angel."  

"If anyone is an angel, my darling, it is you."

He leaned over and lightly brushed his lips against mine.  I couldn’t help but finally comb my fingers through his hair in reaction, increasing the intensity of the kiss at the same time.  Before either of us knew it, we had lost ourselves in the throws of passion, completely losing track of time and becoming a tangle of limbs as we fell asleep in blissful exhaustion.

Waking up later that morning to Bobby’s loud request to go outside, Tom leaned over, giving me a sweet kiss.  “Stay here.  I’ll take care of him and bring back something to eat?”

“That sounds nice.”  Once he left, there was a crashing sound quickly followed by a shouted whisper of “shit” as something fell around the backdoor.  Apparently Bobbers really had to go.  Poor baby!  My bladder then reminded me I too needed the loo sooner rather than later.  When I finished up, I wandered downstairs to find out what happened and found a mess in the kitchen along with a slightly injured Tom slumped on the back porch with Bobby running around the garden, occasionally rolling around in the grass.  It was hard not to let out a slight laugh at Tom’s poor state.  Evidently poor Bobby had somehow gotten into something he shouldn’t and partially relieved himself near the backdoor, Tom finding it in the hurry to let him out by stepping and slipping in it, falling and knocking over some items off the counter.

Oh my poor boys.

I cleaned up Bobby’s accident before grabbing a wet towel, some soap, and a first aid kit to check on Tom.  Joining him outside, I cleaned his foot and shins, he kept his head hung.  I disinfected the few scratches he had.  Luckily, nothing needed to be bandaged.  “You alright?”

“Mostly a bruised ego it seems.  You were right about the dog door idea.”

“I told you we should get the fencing fixed so we can get it installed.  Maybe an automatic feeder as well?”

In a flash, his eyes were on me, hands gripping my shoulders.  “Wait, you remember that?”

“Remember what?”  I was so confused.

“We talked about that before your accident, the dog door, the feeder…..”

Thinking for a moment, nothing came to mind, not a conversation nor an inkling about the fence.  “I don’t know where that came from…..”

“I think it’s a very good sign though.”  And I couldn’t disagree with him.  It felt like a natural response which means the memories are still somewhere in there, right?

“Maybe it’s also a sign that it’s a good time to look for a therapist?  One that can help with this type of issue?”

He smiled back at me.  “I think that’s a brilliant idea.  I love you so much, my dearest.”  As he cupped my face with his hands, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he leaned in to give a sweet kiss.

Chapter 30

[moodymisty]

I love your writing so much! Can you do some headcanons on how the bad batch would react when the reader, their new medic, is actually a girl but they never new because she always wore her armor and helmet all the time? Maybe they walk in on her changing or when she’s getting out of the shower

Authors note: I'm so glad you like my stuff! And ask and ye shall receive, I hope it's what you wanted

Relationships: Hunter/Fem!Reader, Tech/Fem!Reader, Echo/Fem!Reader, Wrecker/Fem!Reader, Crosshair/Fem!Reader

✦ Tech ✦

Tech ends up accidently stumbling in on you when you're finished taking a quick shower and putting your body glove back on, towel still partly around you. He instantly becomes the embodiment of 'frozen in time'.

He wants to walk away but, would that be rude? But it's rude to stare; Should he apologize or just pretend he saw nothing?

It's a good few seconds of silence before he awkwardly coughs and apologizes, and shuffles out of there like his feet were on fire.

But now he has a moral dilemma; You had clearly kept the armor on around them for a reason, but this isn't something exactly he can forget now.

He has trouble forgetting anything honestly, but it certainly doesn't help that on first impression he thought you were quite attractive, and he can barely keep his head on straight now.

Help this man, he's having like three different moral dilemmas at once.

✦ Hunter ✦

Hunter knew right away; The differences in scent between male and female are too obvious for someone like him not to instantly notice.

However it didn't really register, until he saw you buckling on your armor in the far back of the Marauder out of sight.

It was the first real moment of him seeing there's a woman under there, and not another clone. Which to him was such a dumb thing to think but at the same time it just didn't, click.

But now that it has Hunter finds himself second guessing himself when he speaks to you. He's obviously confident in your ability, it's just that he doesn't want to seem like an ass.

He's just not... used to being around pretty ladies.

✦ Wrecker ✦

For Wrecker, this is the shock of a lifetime for about a three days at most. You'd been in the middle of taking your armor off to shower when he'd barged in just demanding to show you something he found, and in the heat of the moment forgot you were in here to do something private. It didn't help that you'd forgotten to lock the door, and so he barges right in, only to see you in the process of taking off your underwear.

His face quickly goes hot and he shuffles out of there, before realizing what he'd just seen. Had he missed a memo?

Because last he'd checked, no one else had told him their medic was actually a cute lady.

The next day is a little awkward because bless him he doesn't know how to act, but things end up quickly going back to just how they were.

Wrecker's the king of just rolling with it, so he's a blessing, in all honesty.

✦ Crosshair ✦

Crosshair is the one who’s most likely to say something stupid, before trying to backtrack. The man can't really help but be snarky, even when he probably shouldn't because you’re still soaking wet from your shower.

It's a bit of a shield because now his mind is whirlpooling over the fact that the medic that's been so close to them, treating their wounds and working with them is apparently some beautiful woman and he was never disclosed-

Most of the others will try and drop it or forget, but Crosshair is the one who will bring it up every now and again, trying to get a rise out of you. He'll stop if you really demand him, but if you don’t mind; Expect a few snarky jokes every now and again when you get on each other's nerves.

Which not only isn't hard to do, but is also very fun for you.

✦ Echo ✦

Echo has always tried to be respectable to the few women he’s met, so when he spots you trying to change into a new body glove in private, he quickly ducks outta there, then realizes just who has had such a detailed look at his body, more so than anyone else.

Of course it’s you; Because Echo has the worst and best luck out of any clone.

He admittedly is a little bit more awkward now for a short while after, because he's not really sure how to be.

It's just; How is he supposed to watch someone working on his cybernetics so close to his body, knowing what you look like?

He gets over it, and never serves to be anything less than respectful, but he can't help if his face gets a little hot sometimes.

[sophierequests]

🌟 yayayayayay! okayokay i have too many ideas rn but like, maybe something with David (shocker, wow :0) with the song "your text" by sundial?

ALSO IVE SAID IT BEFORE AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN, CONGRATS!

hey pretty stranger

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Pairing: David Kostyk x gn! Reader

A/N: FIRST EVENT REQUEST AS ALWAYS!!! THANK YOU AGAIN LOVE AHHH <333 I never fully listened to this song before writing this, but it immediately gave me sm David energy!!

Summary: After meeting a pretty stranger at a party, they notice that they have more in common than they might've imagined.

Genre: Songfic, Fluff

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: mention of alcohol for a second

"Who's that?" you whispered to the red-haired girl next to you, while another pair of Inferni performed a fire show on the stage in the middle of the room.

Genya gave you a questioning look as she followed your glance. Her eyes landed on a thin black-haired man, wearing a purple kefta, who stood in the far back of the crowd. You had noticed the way his eyes drifted over to you every so often, but once yours met his, he looked away quickly, opting out to anxiously fiddle with his collar as if he was getting choked by it. At first, you had thought that he had been staring at Genya - and you wouldn't have blamed him - but it had become painfully obvious that his gaze was trained on you.

"That Fabrikator over there?" she asked, a sheepish smirk on her lips, "That's David Kostyk. I'm surprised that he even showed up, he's not the kind of person to go to parties like this. However, neither are you and I managed to drag you out here."

You didn't even need to take a closer look at him to realize that she was right. He looked incredibly uncomfortable with the situation he was in. And even though he stood as close to the wall as he possibly could, he still didn't seem at ease.

The man, who you now knew was called David, looked over at you again. You had to admit that he was quite good-looking, even with his unassuming exterior, slightly messy hair and the awkward stance he was keeping up.

"He’s been staring at me for a while now.” you noted, causing your friend to give you a sly grin.

“Has he now? Well, we should help him get a closer look at you, shouldn’t we?”

With that, she hooked her arm through yours, effectively dragging you through the crowd to the other side of the room.

“David!” she beamed, startling the shy Fabrikator, as he apparently didn’t expect her to approach him.

“Genya, it’s good to see you.” he shot her a small smile before he peeked at you.

“I was quite surprised to see you, but it’s so nice that you’re here.” she began, removing her arm from yours, nudging you forward a bit to get you closer to him, “David, this is Y/N. I don’t think you’ve met before.”

“Hi.” he breathed out, one of his hands travelling over his arm.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” you smiled back, not quite knowing where this was supposed to go.

“I’ll let you both mingle for a bit, I think that I remember Tolya telling me about Zoya needing some help. Have fun!” Genya said, giving you a quick wink before disappearing into the masses again.

Both of you stared at the other dumbfounded and a bit overwhelmed by the sudden confrontation.

“I like your kefta.” he tried, obviously slightly inexperienced in starting a proper conversation, “Even my celebratory kefta looks a bit worn out, but yours suits you. It looks… cute.”

You felt your cheeks flush at that last comment. There were many other Grisha wearing exactly the same outfit, but he thought you looked good enough to bring it up.

So, even though there still was an inherent awkwardness to your chat, you continued to talk. The topics switched between personal stuff, your Small Sciences or, much to your surprise, the melting points of different metals.

“How come I have never seen you around? You seem to be quite well acquainted with Genya and the others, so I would assume that you’d occasionally come around?” you asked.

“Oh, I’m not really the type to go out that much. I’d rather spend time in the workshops. Working with metal is way easier than working with people.” he sighed.

“I understand. Without Genya’s constant berating, I wouldn’t have even considered going here. Right now, I could already be in bed, or do literally anything else.” you chuckled.

“Looks like we have another thing in common.” he returned your smile, his cheeks faintly flushed - whether it was because of the champagne or the conversation, you couldn’t tell.

“Do you want to leave?” you inquired suddenly.

“I’d love to, but I don’t think that it wo-”

“Nobody will notice that we’re gone. It’s way too busy for that.”

“Let’s go then.” he agreed, taking one last cautious look around before trailing after you.

Once you were in the hallways, he took over and led the way to his workshop, eager to show you some of his newest experiments after you had expressed an interest in his craft earlier.

Inside the cluttered crafting space, he was happy to explain everything you wanted to know. Apparently, there weren’t many people that would listen to him ramble on about his interest, even though he was so enthusiastic to talk about it. You enjoyed talking to the introverted Grisha. He wasn’t as obnoxious and loud as some of the other people you knew, and you liked that about him.

Sitting in his workspace, whilst watching him work or listening to each other’s voices became a habit for the both of you. At the end of almost every day, you would sneak into the room with two plates of dinner in your hands, ready to talk about your day. You also began writing each other little notes, whenever you didn’t get to spend time together.

“Hey pretty stranger, don’t skip dinner again!

We’ll see each other tomorrow, don’t you dare to hide from me ;)” you would scribble on a note, putting it next to the plate you put inside of his bedroom.

Of course, he knew that it was from you. You didn’t try to hide it.

His notes were a bit shorter but still managed to rile up the oncoming butterflies in your stomach, whenever you read his cute notes.

“You looked cute today.”

“Your smile is very pretty.”

And many more little papers found their way into your room or pockets, whenever you were with David. At this point, you couldn’t even be sure whether his feelings towards you were platonic or not, since some of his notes suggested otherwise. However, you weren’t going to pry.

During another evening in the workshop, this question might’ve answered itself.

You were lounging in one of the rather comfortable office chairs across from David’s workbench, where he silently worked out a few different sketches for one of his new inventions. It wasn’t the rhythmic scratching of his pen on paper that caught your attention, it was the times when it stopped for longer than you would’ve expected. Whenever you averted your eyes from the book you were reading, his ones were already trained on you, staring at you, as if he was trying to build up the courage to do or say something.

“Why are you staring at me, David?” you smiled, giving him a playful wink.

“I’m not staring.” he stammered quickly, his gaze trying to latch onto something different than you.

“I saw you stare at me, don’t try to deny it!”

He let out a huff, leaning back in his chair, and carefully stroking the skin on his neck,

“I’d like to ask you something.” he started, “Would you like to go out with me next week? Saturday maybe?”

The question caught you off-guard, but you still felt a strange bubbly feeling rise up in your chest.

“What?” was the only thing you could muster - much to your dismay.

“I think I like you.” he stated, looking into your eyes again, as you were trying to collect the right words.

“And I hope you do too.” is what he added, barely audible, but you still heard it.

“I think I do too.”

[insertmesoftly]

RuleBreakers (Gary x Depressed Queer Girl Reader)

Ok, first, disclaimer. When I say Y/N is queer and still figuring herself out, I mean it. The journey she's going through for her sexuality and gender are major points in this story and I'm still not exactly sure how I would label either. And that's ok. There will be some period-typical homophobia though. Sorry buds, it's part of the growth. Also, yes I am most definitely messing with the canon timeline to shape it however I want because it's easier this way for me X,D I apologize if that's annoying, I just didn't know how else to make things fit the way I wanted em to.

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Your schools were switched at the start of freshman year because you decided to ask out a girl you thought was into you and she told everyone. Your parents are incredibly strict and religious. With the town in an uproar over you, they decided to pool their money with other family members to send you away to Bullworth Academy, hoping it would 'take care of your problem.’

You've always been a good kid with good grades and anxiety to please. This traumatic event quickly changed your beliefs. As soon as you arrived at Bullworth, you were determined to become a problem. Your anger only solidified as the secretary lady carted you away, flagrantly distasteful of the fact that you were a 'lesbian.' She warned all your teachers to look out for and curb any unwanted gazes or touches of yours to other female students. The student body, of course, caught wind of her loud talking and you were already titled 'The Lesbo.' No one talked to you except for boys that would mock you. Every girl steered clear of you with pinched faces. This was your life now.

You hated everything. You hated the school. You hated the students. You hated the teachers. You were spiteful and ready to lash out any way possible. Your first week at school was spent alone, but you got insight through the conversations of others. You overheard the name Gary, a prick no one messed with unless they were desperate to get something. Apparently, he made a big commotion the first week of school when he was brought in with a screaming parent. The reformation they expected from him in this school was palpable, and kids feared what he did before coming here that made his mother that hysterical. When a brave soul tried asking him about it, Gary didn’t budge. Everyone could feel he was a ticking bomb. You’ve seen him, always alone unless he was doing something shady with someone else. You decided to start there.

~

Gary was in three of your classes, but you could never catch him in-class. You stalked him outside one day and called out to him. He was surprised to see you, amused.

'Woah, is the new Lesbo making a move on me? Sorry, but I don't think I qualify for your taste.'

'Shut up. I'm just looking for pants.' You look down at your bare legs, frustrated. 'They won't sell them to me.'

Gary laughed, his eyebrows raised. 'What, you wanna be a boy now too?'

You shook your head. Then you shrugged. 'I don't know. I'm sick of it. If everyone's gonna be avoiding me or staring, I might as well dress the way I want to. And I want pants. It's getting fucking cold.'

Gary shrugged as well, not really caring but enjoying being an aid to chaos. 'All right, don't need your life story now... I'll see what I can do. It'll cost you though. I'll probably end up taking a pair from some shrimp your size.'

'Deal. Whatever it takes.'

'Heh.'

~

Gary was able to swindle a kid out of an extra pair. They were still a bit big for you, but you tied them with a belt and rolled up the bottom of the legs. You thanked Gary and that was that; business concluded with you 10 bucks poorer. You couldn't have snacks for a month.

The school was in a bit of an uproar when you walked in the next morning. Your science teacher sent you to the principal's office, and the same lady from the first day gave you a stern talking to about modifying your behavior. You came to this school to learn how to be a proper lady after all. You gave her a few choice words. Demanded her to take off your pants herself if it bothered her so much. She sent you away, flustered and enraged, with a week of detention for your 'off-putting behavior.' You still wore the pants and insisted to anyone that wanted you to change that they'd need to yank them from your body. So far, no one's dared.

You stumbled into Gary one day as you tried fleeing from a teacher you knew had a lecture ready for you. You looked at each other as the teacher called for you to come back, their footsteps nearing. It only took him a second to register what was happening before he pushed you behind him and turned the corner, immediately flipping a switch and chatting up the teacher, asking about a topic not covered in class. You took your chance and ran… but curiosity made you linger outside. Gary eventually went out the front doors, you called him over.

In the corner of the school building, you  stood with your arms crossed and asked him why he helped.

Gary scoffed. ‘Well I wasn’t doing it out of the kindness of my heart, if that’s what you’re asking. You owe me.’

‘… I don’t have anymore money.’

‘A favor then.’

Your eyes narrowed, his smile never faltered. This felt like you were tiptoeing through a slippery slope.

‘What do you want?’

‘Nothing… yet. But I’m sure I’ll need your help in the future.’

Something about this… made you feel like he was planning something. So you ask him.

‘What are you going to do?’

‘Nothing extreme, I assure you. Maybe just a few pranks here and there. To liven things up.’ Gary wasn’t budging on giving any details. You bit your lip.

‘What about getting in trouble? You’ve been doing good in-‘

‘Hey.’ Gary’s eyes finally showed a different emotion. Caution. ‘I never said I’d get caught. And I assure you, no one will know you helped me. Besides…’

Gary looked meaner as he crouched a little closer to you and crossed his arms. You took a step back.

‘You’re one to talk. You’re on thin ice with the pink bitch, aren’t you? I bet she’s looking for any little complaint from one of the prefects to land you on clean up duty.’ He laughed at your expression, your frown evident, and turned away. ‘Focus on yourself, Lesbo. You have enough on your plate.’

You didn’t like how the conversation ended but. He was right.

~

A month in, the secretary hasn't let up, but is now more or less also counting on the bullying you're receiving. Guys and girls calling you slurs, boys push you around and girls can't stand being in the same room as you. Still, you continue, your anger growing with every word and action done against you. It culminates one day when a guy grabbed your shoulder, not wanting to let you walk away from his insults, and you DECKED him in his fucking face. You see RED. You're on him, punching over and over again, his buddies laughing, girls screeching, a prefect finally came and carted you off. More 'unladylike' violence. This is what happens with girls who refuse to be girls. You're given school chores that are overlooked by a teacher. Clean up, just like Gary said. You can't stand it anymore.

~

You stalk Gary again, the elusive bastard. You'd just finished moping the gym floor and a trip had soaked you completely. Still, you beelined to him as he was heading into town and yank his arm to make him follow you. He immediately pushed you off, but a few seconds of recognition later, he follows you anyways.

'God, what's your problem?? Is the lesbian thing a cover up?'

'Shut up shut up SHUT UP about that, I just want in. Tell me about the pranks!'

Gary blinked and lowered his gaze, now serious. 'What do you mean?'

You groan into your hands. 'I don't know, man! I hate the school and everyone in it! And you- it’s not like you give a fuck about anyone here anyways right? You’re bored? Let’s do it! Let’s fucking destroy shit! I don't care. I'm just so fucking done. I want to destroy everything. I want to get payback, I want people to shut up, I want anything, please-'

'Okay okay geez calm down! I'm getting the picture! You're desperate and angry and you want to lash out. Who hasn't felt like doing that?'

‘Yeah! So let’s start shit-‘

‘Woah, hey, we’re in the open, shh.’

Gary grabbed your shoulders and moved you more to the side, now you were both in shadows. You did as he asked and stayed quiet.

‘Alright. So you’re telling me you want to help me in whatever I’m doing?’

You nodded. Gary shook his head, grin growing.

‘You don’t even know what I’m planning.’

‘It doesn’t matter. I don’t like anyone here. I hate everything. I literally have nothing else to do!’

‘What about getting in trouble?’

You made a sound from the back of your throat. ‘You said we wouldn’t get caught. Even then- I guess it’s ok. I’m already a ‘problem’ anyways. Just… don’t make it a habit.’

Gary snickered at your answer.

‘Damn, you really hate this place, huh?’

‘Of course. I want to watch it burn.’

‘You are little fucking psycho.’

You felt your head tilt at the new name-calling. You scoffed.

‘I get the feeling I’m not the only one.’

Gary paused his laughter and looked you over. Really took you in this time. He touched his hair and sighed.

‘Alright… welcome to the team. We need some rules-’

~

Working with Gary is… rough at first. It’s you freshman year and reputation is everything. Gary isn’t keen on being seen with you. That’s how rumors start.

So he just tells you to meet with him somewhere different every time.

To your surprise, he’s actually had quite a few problems in his schoolyear. He’d gone poking around in the messes of upperclassmen jocks, and some had figured out. Now he had older kids looking to put him in his place, and fellow freshman eager to get in their good graces.

That’s when Gary showed you his expertise with underhanded methods of dealing with things. Your year was spent stalking the freshman as he looked over the upperclassmen’s. Once you got their routine down, you both started implementing his plan. Making the freshman become the new targets of these upperclassmen through a series of ‘unfortunate accidents’ and loads of framing.

Now what Gary had done didn’t seem worth it; the dicks had new targets to vent out their frustrations, teammates at that, and the underclassmen that were so eager to fit in before now lashed back.

You watched from afar as the boys would knock each other off, unable to work as a team anymore even during practices. Your dress code violations, while not forgotten, had taken the backseat to this new school conflict. This was great.

You liked causing mayhem. Your enthusiasm didn’t go unnoticed by Gary. While you had started with some skepticism, he saw your shift as you began seeing results. You respected him now. He liked that in a minion.

Your brainstorming sessions became less formal. Gary wasn’t keen on listening to your input much, but he allowed some suggestions. On the rare occasion, conversation would detract and you would both linger in whatever desolate spot Gary found for the day. They were largely unimportant conversation topics; Gary giving history lessons he found about the property, gossip, preferences, and the occasional talks about teachers and homework that burst the bubble of heists and danger and brought you back to the reality that you are both kids. Students, at the end of the day. Chit chats were nice, despite everything. You were both feeling more comfortable around the other. But you were still acquaintances at best…

For the end of your first year, Gary had to plan something big. Some of the upperclassmen would be graduating, and he wanted this to be memorable.

Luckily for him, their last match of the season would occur right at their humble abode.

The stage was set. The football team had all come to an agreement to put aside their differences for this game; the atmosphere was tense but victory was something both sides wanted. Unfortunately, things just kept going wrong.

From stolen jerseys and pictures of girlfriends slipping from the wrong locker, everything started terribly as there was already a scuffle in the lockers. Mr. Burton came in to kick the boys out, effectively silencing them and getting them to think about the game again.  But then came the cooler at halftime. A freshman had been in charge of it, but as the upperclassmen came to find, the drinks tasted foul. As they rounded up on the freshman, accusing him of messing with the team, his friends stepped up to defend him. They had seen him prepare the drinks, nothing shifty ever happened. However, it was an upperclassman that was in charge of bringing it onto the field, he was the last one with the cooler.

This was it.

Mayhem ensued as punches were thrown, shouting erupted, and Mr. Burton was clocked by an elbow as he tried separating two boys. The game was ruined with multiple injuries, the school’s reputation could not have been lower.

~

You and Gary rejoiced from your perch overlooking the field.

You could not stop gawking at the scene, bewildered by the chaos you could inflict on others. On the power… Gary had allowed you to participate in. Your eyes flickered to see the boy smirking beside you, unfiltered in its cruelty. This kid was a genius. You had partnered with the right person. You felt… lucky.

Once the game was officially cancelled and everyone started moving out, Gary got up and dusted himself off.

‘And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you’re supposed to play football. No more of that stupid bullshit calling camaraderie manly just for throwing a weirdly shaped ball! Where’s the fun in that? It should be played just like this; with no sides! Everyone battering the other, fists swinging, blood spraying! That’s how you fill seats...’

You had gotten used to his theatrics, but his mannerisms as he spoke got a laugh out of you. You felt so elated, you decided to join in.

‘Yeah! Huddling together? Tackling other guys to the floor? That’s gay-ass shit behavior. We did them a favor by returning them to their roots; pure macho aggression!’

Your input got an eyebrow raise from the boy, his smile widening. ‘Wow, Lesbo, are you against your fellow gays? What’s this I’m hearing about, was all this an elaborate play to stop others from coming out too? Now these poor blossoming youths will have to leave with broken hearts and shattered identities!’

The way Gary spun your words, it was clear he was trying to get a rise out of you. Despite being on the same side, despite having worked all schoolyear together, he was still such a dick. Whatever. You didn’t let that keep you from your good mood, you’d play along.

‘Better I crush their hopes now than to have them out and hated by everyone for the rest of their lives. Believe me, this was more mercy than they deserve.’

Gary snorted. ‘Speaking from experience, are we?’ He fully faced you, like a jackal cornering a chicken. There was no escape as he dug into you.

‘Do you regret letting your secret out?’

This had been such a good night. And now Gary, being Gary, was not letting go of another opportunity to break someone. This was personal shit. Stuff that Gary could use later on to pick on you as you know he does to others. But you couldn’t back down. You knew Gary. Weakness wasn’t an option. Your eyes never left his as you cross your arms and shrug.

‘Not really. Not anymore, at least. What happened, happened, and now I’m here. I’m different. I feel more free…’ You recalled the more bookish, shy and quiet version of you from before. Always nervous, overly reliant, daydreaming fantasies you thought you could get away with. Like you had said, bubbles burst sooner or later. You could only count your blessings that you were no longer shy, weak and unhappy. You were here, plotting revenges and actually causing shit to go down. You grinned, catching Gary by surprise as laughter erupted from your mouth.

‘Look, I’m not going to give you any sad speech about how much my life sucks or whatever memories you think you’re provoking in me. I’m not living like that anymore. I’m someone new. Your minion.’

You smirked as you put out your hand. Gary stared at it a bit before also smiling and accepting your handshake.

‘My minion? Not ‘accomplice?’ ‘Partner?’ Come on, you’re selling yourself short, aren’t you?’

You shook your head and let go of his hand. ‘We both know you’re the powerhouse here. I would have never accomplished something as big as this. You’re scary, Gary.’

You’re still smiling.

‘I’m never messing with you. In fact, thanks for letting me in on your side.’

Such bold words did something for Gary really liked to his ego. After all jagged interactions with kids his age that always left him feeling like a cog in the wrong place… this was a breath of fresh air.

Alright.

You had passed a test Gary didn’t even realize he had.

As if a spell had been lifted, Gary was back to being his deceptively chummy self. He moved to pat you on the back.

‘Look at you! Learning how to kiss my ass. Can’t say I don’t like it, though. Please, keep telling me how intelligent I am.’

‘Is that an order, boss?’

That got a laugh out of him.

~

Second year. Gary has already built up plenty of notoriety. Kids weren’t just cautious of him, some outright feared him, and the few that still had anything to say about him… he had plans.

So, he thought it was about time your meetings became a little more public. You were surprised to hear this as you both met up for the first day. You asked again, just in case. He didn’t mind…? What about the rumors?

Gary shook his head.

‘Whatever they imagine is going on is going to be proven wrong anyways when nothing happens. And if anyone gets any ideas that I’m turning queer, I’ll fucking kick their balls. That’s the only way to get them to shut up about it fast.’ You weren’t so sure they’d be that lenient, but Gary continued without asking for your input as always. ‘Besides, I’m sick of eating lunch alone. That’s prime time to be talking about whatever new plans I come up with. It was annoying having to wait till the end of the day to talk about them.’

You sigh and nod. Whatever he decided; he was the boss. At least this would affect you the least…

~

Kids left the school, others came in. Petey is one of them. No one really paid him much mind; he was immediately regarded as a geek, but when all his shirts turned pink one day, eyes started turning on him.

The laughter that erupted from Gary as he saw the boy miserably shuffle to class, his doom evident in his eyes made you snicker a bit too. You knew the little man would be toast; he was a brightly painted target for the bullies now. That’s just the way this school works… you tried convincing yourself of it but. Something in how vulnerable he looked and his squeals as he ran from the first throwdown that came his way made you want to help him.

You sneaked him out of the bully’s sight. Petey was grateful… and a bit too flustered after being saved by you. At a girl getting so close to him. You assumed he hadn’t heard about you yet. You would normally correct whatever he thought was going on… but his blushing was endearing. You left him with a warning about the bully’s schedule and went to meet with Gary again. You thought that would be the last time you did anything for him, but to your surprise, the next day, he was forced to be by Gary’s side with an arm strewn over his shoulders and a newly permanent scowl of discomfort on his face.

It looks like Gary also took a liking to him, and he told you he’d be joining the team.

~

Not only has Gary helped you accrue new pants as you’ve come to need them, but he’s expanded your wardrobe with bigger, less fitted shirts, and a pair of boots he found perfect for your escapades. Though you didn’t have much, you were liking your clothing more and more, but something was missing. You decided to up the secretary’s blood pressure once again by cutting your hair. It was too fucking hot, anyways.

The hairdresser you went to… refused to do what you asked. You paid for what was essentially just a girly bob. You wanted something more drastic. Gary was all too eager to help. With scissors and an electric shaver, he ‘borrowed’ from a shop, he was ready to make you his magnum opus. You were nervous.

But, like always… your skepticism was for nothing. He had a surprisingly keen eye. His focus and skill impressed you. He was taking this seriously. When he was done and handed you a hand mirror, you had to ask. Had he done this before?

Gary shrugged and started packing away the shaver.

‘I like paying attention to how the barber cuts my hair. I just picked up on it.’

What the hell was up with his mind? He was always finding new ways to surprise you.

The school had a fit as always, though it wasn’t as big as last year. The secretary had another talk with you, this time even the principal got involved. You got new chores. It was unfair but expected.

~                                                                                              

By this point, Petey already knew about what you are. You were surprised by how little things changed with him. He was still a nervous wreck talking to you at first; you guessed talking to a girl was just that big a deal to him. But he mellowed out as the year went on.

When you got your haircut, he stared. He asked you questions about why you’d want to change it. It was clear he was trying not to sound mean, but you still felt guarded by his reaction... Until he calmed down and gave you a genuine compliment.

‘… I think it fits you. You look really cool…’

That was the first time you’d ever been called that. Your heart skipped a beat and he tried talking about something else. Your lab project. Your mind wasn’t on science anymore.

~

Without a goal like last year, Gary had somewhat chilled and been doing smaller jobs messing with individuals rather than turning mobs against the other. You didn’t mind the change of pace; last year had been fun but exhausting balancing schoolwork with stalking and scheming. Now you both had more time to seemingly… just hang.

Gary called it regrouping, but there was nothing productive about spending an hour afterschool debating each other’s taste in films. You never pointed it out, despite the group getting friendlier, you knew Gary would not stand for any insinuation of the three becoming friends. Still, there were mishaps.

Like a day when Petey had received a care package from his parents. He excitedly talked about it at lunch, it was sickeningly clear how much he loved his parents. Gary couldn’t help sneer at it.

‘I’m glad you’re so easy to forgive, Petey. All it takes are a few pieces of cardboard and a new shiny toy for you to be okay with your parents sending you to hell.’

This made Petey pause finally, smile dropping. He had yet to learn how to tiptoe around Gary, Petey came out guns blazing as he retorted.

‘What about you? You’re in hell too. At least my parents care enough to send me stuff.’

That really ruffled Gary’s feathers. He acted as if Petey had shot him in the heart , placing his hands over his chest.

‘Oh, you wound me, Petey! You’re right! I’m soooo jealous! I wish my mom still wiped my ass for me and sent me my baby bottle for lunch like yours.’

‘Yeah, sure. I’m gonna go. Meet you at class, Y/N.’

Petey got up and left the two of you behind with half of lunch still on the timer. Even without his presence, Gary felt the need to go on mocking Petey, talking down the stupid care package and his relationship with his parents. To you, this was really beginning to feel like insight into Gary’s own life.

It’s true that neither of you have ever gotten packaged from your parents, just the occasional money and notes to do well in school. … yeah, maybe you were a little personally jealous whenever Petey went on to talk about his stabler home life with receptive parents. As Gary made a last point about how stupid it is to send your beloved child to a school as poor as this one just because it was close, you voiced your agreement. It WAS odd. Despite the cheery façade the faculty would feed parents, it was pretty clear how awful things were here.

That HAD to spell some level of neglect and naivety from Pete’s parents.

Gary enthusiastically jumped from your input.

‘Right? Maybe they secretly hate their kid.’

You propped your head on your hand, looking away as you gave your painfully honest opinion.’

‘Maybe they secretly saw something wrong with Petey and they bought into the promise that this school would fix it.’

Gary laughed. ‘Holy shit. And they’re lying to poor little naïve Petey.’ He leaned over and bumped his shoulder with yours, his mood back in the up since the conflict began.

‘I’m glad I have someone else that can see past the bullshit. Now we really have to be the bigger man and continue protecting his little bit of dignity. Let him believe he’s not like us.’

‘Fucked in the head?’

‘Your eloquence puts me to shame.’

Shit talking with Gary as opposed to when Petey was around … if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he liked talking to you more.

~

The next morning, Petey’s toy had been broken. Petey didn’t come to sit with them at lunch. You knew this would happen. You could have predicted it a mile away… maybe even have prevented it if you had stepped in. But, like you had told Gary the year before.

Why would you? You liked Petey… but Gary is scary.

~

You get to visit Gary’s room for the first time. Gary nonchalantly offered to bring you inside as he looked for something instead of having you wait for him at the dorm stairs. Not one to pass up the chance of seeing what it was like inside, you agreed.

Unlike the girl’s dorm, there was no one guarding the entrance. You were able to just walk in behind Gary with little attention from a group of nerds in the common room discussing the latest comic. You slipped inside his room without a problem.

To your surprise, it’s not as neat as you thought it’d be. Gary always gave the image of being notoriously orderly with himself, but the ground had bits of strewn laundry, and his bed was unmade. He told you to stand at the side as he dug around for something he had to give a ‘customer.’

You moved to the side, bumping into and noticing the medication on his table. You can’t stop yourself from picking it up as he tried ranting about some freshman that was giving him trouble. When he noticed you, he stopped. After some initial defensiveness on his part… he tries being casual as he explains about what its for. What he keeps hidden. He talks about it like he’s trying to beat you to the punch by insulting himself for not working ‘properly’. But none of that came to mind for you. You just shrugged at him and put the bottle down.

Whatever he needed from a doctor wasn’t your place to judge.

You throw him a bone by stroking his ego again and reminding him what you told him before; he’s possibly the smartest person you’ve ever met. A mastermind. Gary’s smile widens, praise accepted, heckles lowered. BPD or not, you’re right. You got out of his room unscathed, and have gone back a few times.

~

- You really begin noticing how little impact your presence now has in class and around others after a gym class with girls no longer shying away from you in the changing room. Everyone had settled into their own routines, no one was on the lookout for you to slip up. It felt… good. But you didn’t think this was something to celebrate. This is how things should’ve been from the start. You’re not a pervert.

Your negativity brought you back from the speck of relief you cultivated, and you slammed your locker, making a few girls jump. You got out fast and went to go to your dorm, with no big plans for the day, you thought you could just spend it doing homework and reading a book that caught your eye.

Gary wasn’t so keen to let you go. He had been chatting up a jock, one of the underclassmen that had previously picked on Gary for seniors. Gary would never fail to impress you with how resourceful he kept being. You planned on walking by them fast, but whatever business he had been making stopped when he saw you. Before you knew it, his arm was over your shoulders. That’s new.

‘Hey, where are you going off in a rush to? My friend here was just telling me about this horrible problem he has with his parents, and I think you can help.’ He steered you back to the jock he was talking to and begins explaining his dilemma.

He has very catholic parents and Gary has been essentially trying to butter him up by relating to his troubles.  This was the first time Gary tried using you to get someone to talk. You felt a bit of pressure as you tried giving your input and relating it to your own religious parents. You were cut off by the boy.

‘No, see, but this is different. I’m not a sinner like you.’

‘Because I like girls?’

‘Well yeah. And you want to be a guy. You’re just all sorts of messed up.’

You glared at the jock, deciding you were done. What more could you say? You turned to Gary, who looked between you and him and shrugged.

‘It’s his beliefs. We should respect them, Y/N. You choose what you choose.’

Your eye twitched. You knew he was still trying to stay on the jock’s good side, but you will stay cross with him for this…

If the jock hadn’t just dug himself into a pit.

‘And you? Aren’t you a fag?’

Your jaw almost dropped at how casually the boy had asked. Gary’s eyes widened too; he was slow as he turned to really face him.

‘What?’

The jock knew by his tone that he hit something. He grinned like an idiot as he kept going. ‘You have all these weird mannerisms, and your only friends are a lesbian and a girly dweeb. Just come out and say it. You’re queer too, right?’

There was no quick response from Gary. Only a long, hard, deadly look followed by the short declaration.

‘I’m not gay.’

‘Look man, I’m just saying. Whatever you got going on is weird, and everyone notices-‘

There was a swift kick from Gary, just as he had promised. The jock was on his knees. You stepped away, knowing better than to stand between Gary’s fury. He knelt down and grabbed the boy’s scalp harshly, his smile strained but maniacal as he gazed at his victim.

‘You really have to learn to stop believing in rumors and joining in all the gossip. Isn’t that one of the commandments? Shame on you!’ Gary chuckled at the boy’s glare.

‘I wanted to do this the nice way, but you just had to run your mouth. So, this is what’s going to happen. You’re going to give me the key to the storage closet where you all put your little balls and nets and whatever other kinky shit you keep secret. You’re going to tell your coach that you lost it. And you’re going to do it because I have photos, dear old Papi’s address, and a rumor I heard that you have a childhood sweetheart back home that your family adores. You don’t want me breaking her heart now, do you?’

The boy stilled suddenly, understanding the implications. This was blackmail.

He nodded along to Gary, agreeing to the demand. If he hadn’t been a dick, you could have sympathized. Once families like that get attached to a possibility of your future, they see it as a betrayal to go against their vision.

You sighed as Gary let go of him and waved you over to walk with him. No more arm over your shoulder.

~

Gary’s medication may help him with his moods but there are still days when things are too overwhelming for him. After multiple tiny annoyances through out his day, Gary exploded at a client and broke the jar of contraband he had gotten for them.  As the client was left speechless, he turned away from the deal, stalking out of the shadows and back to the dorm. You followed behind.

‘STOP it. Leave me alone.’

‘Alright. But-‘

He turned around, livid.

‘SHUT UP! LEAVE ME ALONE, god, can you survive not breathing down my fucking neck for ONE DAY! Always this or that with you! Getting you stupid shitty clothes because you wanna be a rebel and not wear your nice new shit. You’re so goddamn-‘

‘…..’

At your expression, Gary paused for a second, but decided to continue.

‘You make things impossible for yourself. And why? I think you just like it! A glutton to the pain! Really wanting to be a special little snowflake just so you can hold it against anyone, wear it like a badge! Look how special and different I am! It makes me better than you! Isn’t that right?’

The urge to punch him was there. He’s always been an ass. But you couldn’t. You wouldn’t take his bait. You refused to. He was useful for you, he gave you ways to vent your frustrations with the student body and faculty. You took a step back.

‘Look man, I was just going to ask you if you wanted me to look into the rumor with Donna. I know you were going to keep close tabs on it with your usual contacts, but… I can listen in on some conversations in the locker room. Maybe… try asking someone. I can give you the information on Thursday.’

At your deflection and lack of a reply to his verbal stabs, Gary calmed down a bit. He took in a breath, rubbing a hand over his face as he composed himself. He nodded.

‘Alright. You better give me a concrete answer, though. Don’t leave me hanging.’

You took another step back, nodding along as well. ‘I won’t. See you on Thursday.’

You watched Gary turn back to walk to the dorms. His shoulders were less tense now. You hoped you did the right thing.

~

Come Thursday, you had all the answers and more. It had been hard; the locker rooms hadn’t given you anything useful, so you had to zero in on one of Donna’s senior friends. Find an opening with her. Mimicking stuff Gary would do, you found it in the form of… finding her doing something compromising her image. Blackmail, this you were familiar with! Clunkily, you navigated threatening the senior into spilling the truth. You got a lot more than you expected, Donna’s friend was quite the motormouth.

You recounted the story at lunch, your description of her getting a laugh out of Gary. It’d been a while since he smiled; coming back to this after his break got him back to feeling great. Maybe even a little grateful.

He gave you a pat in the back just like the one at the end of your first year, praise spilling from his lips.

‘You really learned from the best, huh? I knew you had it in you. But don’t go using that to assault other girls now! There’s only room for one creep on campus… Mr. Burton will fight you for that position.’

Same dickish Gary was back.

~

You’re beginning to question your sexuality. You notice… a lot of things about Petey. His size, his lashes, how friendly he is with you. It’s been making your cheeks feel warm and you’re not sure if you’re going crazy or if this is a legitimate crush. You knew you liked girls. You always liked girls. Petey, for all his… feminine traits, was still a boy. His voice, his body, his hair, there were constant reminders of this in your interactions. But you weren’t sure you minded them. Not like you thought you would.

There was nothing stopping your heart from beating when he leaned close to you to look at your notes on the lab report. It made you want to know more. Crave it.

But you were scared.

You decided… you couldn’t just ask Petey if you could try something with him to confirm something for yourself. For one, that’d be way too much, you were sure you’d melt if you even tried hugging him. And… Petey was a sensitive kid. You didn’t want to lead him on if it turned out you couldn’t get past him being a boy.

… after much deliberation. You decided to ask for a favor.

~

You have possibly the worst or best timing for awkward situations to take place.

The trio had become a duo as Petey left the empty class you occupied for another ‘regrouping session.’ It was just you and Gary now. Now or never.

Gary stands up to leave but you ask him to stay. Your audibly high pitched voice catches his attention. You’re so clearly nervous and shaking. Gary can smell something is up.

He asks you what’s up.

Trembling, you decide to confess to him.

He’s the only boy you feel close enough to ask and

You beg him… as a favor of course that he will be able to use anytime he needs in the future…

To maybe help you figure out if you can like guys?

This really stirs something in Gary. Bafflement. Intruige. A scientific kind of interest… and maybe a bit of sadism as your beet red face makes his smile widen.

This was ridiculous.

It sounded fun.

He thinks it’s funny and tells you he’ll comply. But.. what is it you want? To fake date him? To make out? Gosh, so forward! Why not get it over with and suck his dick right here?

You sputter as you try forming the words rejecting those offers. There’s no need to go that far! You just need… to maybe touch him a little. Eyebrows are raised but before Gary can make another quip about what you’ll be touching, you clear up the misunderstanding and ask for.

A hug.

Maybe just a hug.

Gary thinks for a bit… crossing his arms.

That was… so boring. He sighed and scratched his head.

‘How is that going to help anything? Just one awkward back pat and you’ll know?’

‘…… that’s…. all I can think of….’

Gary hummed to himself as he thought things over. You were still sitting awkwardly, hands gripping your knees. An idea formed in his head… evil. But funny.

Without warning, he walks over to you, an takes your hands with his. He sits on your lap.

You have nowhere to run, no way to move. He’s heavy and he’s laughing in your face, placing your hands on him and teasing you with vigor.

‘Come on, weren’t you going to feel me up? Even if you don’t like it, use this as practice for when you FINALLY find another girl like you. But if this DOES open a new door for you…’

Your frustration hit a peak and you moved a hand to his mouth.

‘Alright, alright, just. Fuck, give me a second.’

‘…..’

He’s quiet for a bit as you’re trying to focus on his body. Maybe… focusing too much on his body. He’s sitting on your lap for christ’s sake! And he’s so close… but other than the initial shock… you’re not really feeling anything.

Hm.

At your expression, he starts back up with the teasing.

‘Wow. You know, it’s such an honor to be given this chance to possibly make you straight again-‘

‘Yeah?’

You weren’t really paying attention to him, instead, finally taking the chance to place a hand on his chest.

‘Oh? Missing boobs already?’

The other joined soon after.

‘Uh…’

You felt so awkward doing it, but you started tracing his pecs. You were surprised to realize they were soft, though you guessed it should’ve been obvious. Still…

The realization that a guy’s chest was similar to a girl’s WAS doing something to you.

You didn’t notice Gary had stopped talking, too lost in your thoughts. He had so much material but something about your intensity. The movement. The sensations.

It makes him start stirring.

He gets off you quickly, your wrists gripped tightly by his hands, and he desperately tries laughing it off.

‘Alright, time’s up! That was that!’

‘Oh…. Okay.’

As you both pack up to leave the classroom, it’s still quiet. You were now back to thinking about Petey.

Yeah. You liked him. You could be attracted to guys.

The revelation should’ve been a bigger punch to your gut than it was. At this point, your strangeness was just something you had to keep accepting.

As you both stepped out, you ask Gary if he’s dated someone before. Feeling the need to maybe… get some sort of solidarity with the awkwardness of it all.

Gary scoffs, accepting this subject change to stop thinking about trying to forget what he felt at the moment. He even uses it to try saying some ridiculous shit at first about how many girls he’s had confess attraction to him, how he could get anyone if he wanted… but you bring him back to the point of the question. You ask if he’s ever dated someone. He frowns at your rudeness and admits he hasn’t.

But it’s because he has no interest in it.

You raise an eyebrow and ask for clarification. Has he never had a crush? He waved it off like it was something shameful. He’d never be caught dead going after someone like that, he insisted. He has too high standards, and everyone disappoints him. It’s just as simple as that.

You only had to think about it for a few seconds before believing it. It made sense for Gary.

Unexpectedly, the idea of him actually becoming lovey dovey with someone made you laugh.

~

The following weeks had you insist on staying with Petey more, trying to bridge the gap you felt had grown since the beginning of the schoolyear.

But despite you having resolved your identity crisis… in the time it took you to understand yourself, Petey had gone and gotten a crush on someone else. Christy, the upcoming cheerleader destined to become the head after its current graduates.

He tells you such the day before your book report. You had been studying in the library… and you hoped to be able to get closer to him by asking about his feelings. You hadn’t expected this.

Petey was innocent as he tried asking for advice. You may act… boyish… but you were still a girl. What did you think his chances were with Christy if… he just tried to confess?

You didn’t know what to say. You felt clammed up, disappointed. Sad. You took in a shaky breath and tried playing the lesbian loser card. You told him you the last time you tried confessing to a girl… it landed you here.

That really shut him up. The awkward atmosphere made you get up and tell him you could finish the report in your dorm. Petey was sympathetic as he saw you leave, but whatever mistake he thought he’d made was not the correct one to focus on. You had your second heartbreak.

~

Your time away from Gary was not unnoticed or easily forgiven. When you tried asking him if he needed help with something, he was as bitchy as the day he snapped at a client. He walked past you.

‘I thought you’d be busy mooning after your new boyfriend some more. Hah, what happened to wanting to watch the school burn? Was that all traded as soon as you fell in love with the only girl that’d take you?’

‘If only.’

Your response made Gary stop his walking. What did you mean? Are you really going out with Petey?

When you denied it, something was evident in your voice. Feelings. Dejection. A flame stirred inside him, indignation. All this time he had spent alone, thinking you were avoiding him because of the awkwardness of that day… it was actually because you were thinking about PETEY?

What about the classroom? You touching him? That was all with PETEY in mind?

What the hell? Why did that gross him out more than before when he thought-

No. Back on track.

'Don’t tell me… you actually LIKE Petey?!'

'Yeah? I mean, I used to.’

‘Used to???’

‘Okay… maybe I still have a little bit left over but..... look, nothing is going to happen. Don’t worry about it...'

Well what kind of answer was that? Now Gary was even more interested!

'... What the hell does that mean?'

'..... I know who he likes. I know his type.' You smile and rub the back of your head sheepishly. 'I can't imagine he'd agree to a date with a mess like me... Besides. A guy like him dating a girl like me? He'd get more made fun of...'

Gary dug his fingernails in his arms and looked away. Why did your inherent rejection make him feel better? He had to distract himself from the relief that fell over him like a blanket.

'... You bet people would.' He tried laughing meanly, though it felt hollow. 'They'd ask who the man in the relationship was...'

You grimaced. You know Gary's sense of humor... but it still stung to face it like this. Your voice cracked.

'Yeah... hah. Just... one more thing to make me stay single forever.'

Gary finally looked at you... and he felt conflicted by what he saw.

You were defeated. You were now truly resigned.

Gary... was never good at consoling. Especially not when he wasn't really sorry... this was a win for him. You were back on his side. You were back to work. No more of this Petey distraction… no more thoughts on boys.

'Yeah, well-'

He swung his arm over your shoulder and started moving you away from the wall.

'It's not like dating is everything anyways. Now get your head back in the game! We have more assholes to make fun of.'

'... yeah.'

~

Teenage drinking.

Gary got some beer as payment from the preps for getting a secret out of the greasers. Since the schoolyear is ending, you both decided to celebrate another year of successful disruptive behavior without getting caught. Without Petey.

You were definitely more enthusiastic about your first time getting buzzed; Gary smelled the opportunity to see you become stupider than usual and let you just keep chugging the cans as he lightly sipped his own. Three beers later, your tongue has loosened and you’re talking the most he’s ever seen. Uninterrupted, as he’s fascinated by your rambling thought processes. He’s wondered about possible future scenarios, not realizing you stopped talking and were just looking at him as he languidly drank his beer.

You tell Gary that he's pretty. Out of nowhere.

He laughs, but you keep insisting that he's actually a really pretty dude.

He starts getting defensive thinking that you're comparing him to Petey, like you’re basically calling him a sissy. He gets in your face, he feels so insulted after all that went down with the wimp, he’s ready to lay your flaws out with that little excursion, but you don't back away from him even as he spits his words. You’re stuck staring at his eyes. He stops as he realizes he’s talking to the air, the silence makes you feel like you can talk again.

You slur your words as you tell him that he's not like Petey at all. Unlike the more effeminate boy… Gary’s a dude all the way. From his appearance and attitude.

But… you still think… he’s got a beauty to him that’s so unique. It’s Gary. ‘There’s something magnetic about you Gary.’

Your sincerity makes his initial rage temper down and he’s puzzled looking you over, not knowing how to take this. You smile and laugh as you reach over. He flinches a bit as your hand brushes his eyebrow, tracing his scar.

You try lightening the mood again, and tell him, of course, you can also go on about how he’s a dumb badass if he’d prefer. Newly recomposed, he swats away your hand and moves away to drink some more from his bottle, and he tells you to shut up. A while later though, you’re both back to laughing when the subject is changed. This memory stays somewhere in the back of your mind, a hazy memory you forget to remember when you leave the school for the summer.

He never forgets, though.

Part 2: TBC

[princesskokichi]

Kazuichi and reader keep Gundham and Sonia away from eachother

I think this one is a good way to get back my motivation to write- it's just chaotic and fun!

Thank you for requesting, anon! Have a great day!

- Mod Kaede

- When Kazuichi first approached you, you had thought nothing of it: the two of you were good friends, so you thought he wanted to just chat about the usual things

- Those usual things consisting of him talking about his really weird fascinations and you explaining how a girls organs are not to be viewed like they're a car engine

- Nonetheless, this had to have been one of the few times you had agreed to go along with his questionable ideas when he had asked for you to join him in his diabolical scheme of keeping the close pair of Gundham and Sonia away from eachother

- Perhaps he had thought he would have a chance with the out of reach princess had her prince of darkness been kept away long enough for him to have a chance at not being ruthlessly rejected- though you had your doubts of his plans actually working, you had agreed with the intentions of following your own desires through this plan

- It had seemed, however, that Kazuichi had not expected you to go along with his plan as quickly and with as little resistance as you did, indicated by his widened eyes and hesitant, yet excited, grin. He proceeded to pull out a folded peice of paper out of his pocket, which he then unfolded to become a large sheet of paper with what appeared to be a surprisingly well made plan

- It wasn't too soon before you had went through the plan a few times and the two of you sprung into action. Though, originally, Kazuichi had suggested that you go with Sonia at first ('in order to hype me up' he lied, you knowing he was just nervous about speaking to Sonia on his own) you had persisted with the idea that he should just get it over with now and you go straight to Gundham first, for both of your sake

- He wasn't really sure why you were so determined to go with Gundham first, nor what your true intentions were, but had decided to overlook it, in favour of keeping you in his plan and getting to spend more time with Sonia

- The plan was pretty simple, all you had to do was distract Gundham while Kazuichi talked with Sonia elsewhere. Most of the planning on that paper were potential places you could take Gundham that would avoid the general area that Sonia will be in, as well as containing a few conversation topics that were bound to keep the interest of both Sonia and Gundham

- It was easy, at first, you had already spent a little time with Gundham beforehand, and had won over enough of his trust to get him to follow you to one of the assigned locations. Just in time too, as you had previously saw Sonia on her way to Gundham. Luckily, Kazuichi had acted quick enough to distract her so you could steal away Gundham before it got to that point

- After you had moved locations, far away from both Kazuichi and Sonia, you had begun to get nervous, forgetting almost all of the conversation topics you had supposedly memorised earlier. This was your crush you were spending time with, after all: what would you say? You had to speak soon, however, as failing to do so could result in Gundham leaving and the plan failing too.

- Fortunately, it was rather easy to speak of one topic Gundham was passionate about: animals

- "So, what is your opinion on trees?"

- How did you even mess that up?! It suddenly became apparent that you spend to much time with Kazuichi, having adopted his inability to be a normal, sensible human being and also being an idiot. You'd have to stop being friends with him after this, for the sake of preserving what is left of your braincells and social capabilities

- Gundham's facial expression changed to one of a scared cat. Honestly, he acts as if he had never been asked about the wellbeing of vegetation before!

- "Ah... I much prefer the animals that live in them..."

- "Ahahaha.... Yeah I really like ducks..."

- "....."

- "Ducks don't live in trees, do they?"

- "I'm afraid not, S/O"

- Yeah, definitely stop hanging out with Kazuichi. Especially since Gundham looked as though he was about to leave. It was at that moment that you had an idea, though you were sure that he thought you were too stupid for it to work

- "Could you perhaps teach me about animals so that I never make that mistake ever again?"

- It seemed as though some greater force was on your side that day as Gundham's face had immediately lit up, and he suddenly went on to talk about animals for the next hour. Though you didn't get much talk in, he looked as though he was enjoying himself, and you didn't trust yourself to say anything intelligent, anyway

- Pretty soon, you saw Kazuichi walking towards the two of you, a sign that your time with Gundham was coming to an end. He was without Sonia, but wore a bright smile on his face, which could mean anything for him. You said your goodbyes to Gundham once Kazuichi had arrived to where you sat

- "Goodbye, S/O, I would thoroughly enjoy hanging out with you again. I shall be testing you on your animal knowledge next time!"

- You nodded before showing him a soft smile, not failing to notice the slight blush on Gundham's cheeks, which made your heart pound louder and faster than usual. You were glad that the duck thing didn't put him off

- As you walked away with Kazuichi, he started talking about how his 'date' went, mentioning how he managed to go a whole hour without scaring Sonia off, only because he let her talk the entire time (which you can say is a great tactics for someone as socially incompetent as the two of you). He asked how your time with Gundham was spent, though you responded vaguely

- "I've been meaning to ask but, why were you so easily persuaded to help me earlier?"

- "I have a crush on Gundham, obviously-"

- "WAIT WHAT-"

- "Wow, what an attentive friend you are-"

- You spent the rest of the walk thinking about what to do with Gundham next, also contemplating how to make Kazuichi less of a dense idiot

- "Hey, Kazuichi?"

- "Yeah?"

- "Name an animal that lives in trees,"

- "Ducks."

- "We're no longer friends-"

[pennyl4n3]

The Pool

*Taking a deep breath*

Well well well, this is my first fanfic (or should I say second or third? Btw, this one came to a conclusion) and I've never been much into writing, but Duskwood and all of you fantastic people in the fandom here brought me to this. I hope you like it, and of course I look forward to your comments and feedback.

Pairing: Jake x MC

Contents: Angst, Sadness, Fluff, Romance

It had been three months since his last contact with her. He'd had to disappear from the radar, the government breathing down his neck. Every day he fought the urge to write to her; he couldn't risk putting her in danger. He couldn't even risk reading her conversations at the moment, so he was as blind as she was.

He didn't know where she was, if she was okay, if she was mad at him, though after all this time he imagined she was. The last time they had written to each other she was in Duskwood and he had every intention of finally catching up with her. Things hadn't gone as planned unfortunately, and the deal he was trying to make with the government had fallen through, forcing him to become a fugitive again.

He was exhausted, he was free and yet he felt imprisoned in an endless loop. Ever since he had met her he had realized how heavy his condition was to bear, how much he missed talking to someone in person, how much he longed to get out without having to disguise himself. He wanted to move, to run, to be outside, and above all else he wanted to run to her, and hold her, look into her eyes, tell her in his voice how much he missed her.

While he was lost in these thoughts he scrolled through their last conversations, rereading every word and every comma. At one point he found the conversation in which they had talked about one of MC's great passions, swimming. He barely knew how to float, he had never had a chance to learn it as a child, and on that occasion he had promised himself he would try it someday. MC had told him about a public pool in her hometown that was easy to get into at night through a gate with a broken lock. She had gone there many times, when she needed to relieve her nerves and to be alone. Suddenly Jake felt the urge to see that pool, and set about finding it. Amazingly it was a couple of blocks from where he was hiding, the next step was to check the security cams near the building and along the way. He could do it without too much difficulty, and he really needed to get some air and some purpose, so he slipped on his sweatshirt, pulled on his hood and mask, and set off.

He arrived within minutes, constantly looking around. The streets were practically empty, but caution was never too much. The pool was a low building, all on one level. Mentally following MC's directions he managed to find the little gate, behind some bushes. It was still broken, unbelievable. Curiosity was stronger than him and he continued towards the entrance. His footsteps echoed in the hall, as he went down the few steps that led directly to the pool floor, the smell of chlorine filled his nostrils. Even though it was night he could see almost all of the interior well, thanks to the huge windows that almost reached the ceiling and let in the illumination of the street lamps, just as MC had told him.

He sat on the steps and stayed there for a while, lost in his imagination, even though he had never seen MC, enjoying that moment of peace, and trying to imagine her doing something that made her feel good...

A noise outside startled him, he ran off the steps and flattened himself against the wall. He waited in silence, his nerves on edge, his heart in his throat, his eye searching for possible alternatives escape routes. another metallic noise, and the angry meows of two cats fighting each other. Jake breathed a sigh of relief but waited vigilantly for a while longer before heading for the exit with shaking legs. When he returned to his shelter, he promised himself he would never try it again, but that was not to be. He returned there two more nights, until he decided to get a swimsuit and try swimming.

And so Jake found himself inside the pool, scared and unsure at first, but after a few minutes he began to feel the benefit of being in the water, the lightness provided by its support. He knew it wouldn't last long, but he continued to go there as many nights as he could. He would return to his hut tired but satisfied, and he could even get a decent night's sleep.

One evening he was trying to swim as usual when he heard a female voice saying jokingly, "well, I thought I was the only one who knew this place, but apparently not." Jake froze, almost having a heart attack. He was in the water, there was no way to escape. He drew a deep breath, thinking that it was anyway dark enough, and that his features weren't clearly visible, and decided to try not to look too suspicious. "Yeah, apparently not" he replied, trying to keep his voice from shaking. The girl smiled, or so it seemed to him, and continued, "I guess you like to be here alone, just like I usually do, but I could really use a swim tonight. I'll go in the back lane, I swear I won't bother you. Is that okay?" "O-oh yeah, yeah, go ahead," Jake mumbled, trying to hide his face as much as possible, and stood watching her as she made her way to the other side of the pool, still shocked that there was another human being in the same room as him. He realized that he was staring in her direction, and decided to start swimming again. After a while he stopped, out of breath and with tired arms, and saw that the girl instead was still swimming, at a brisk pace, and giving no sign of wanting to stop. He got out of the water and sat on the steps, wrapped in his towel, trying to catch his breath. Watching her was hypnotic, she moved with fluid movements, slow and steady. He wondered if MC swam like that too. How he wished he could have written to her to tell her he was swimming, or at least trying to, and to thank her for letting him discover this wonderful new experience as well. Since he had met her, his life had taken on a new light, where before only greyness and despair reigned.

His phone made a sound, bringing him back to reality. It was time to go home. He dressed quickly and headed for the exit, he didn't want to interrupt the girl's concentration, and he didn't intend to introduce himself, so better that way. Once back at the shelter he went back to work on his laptop, while eating a sandwich. Concentration continued to leave him that night, however, as the encounter with the stranger had brought him back to MC in a big way.

He returned to the pool the next evening, yearning to tire himself out and find some peace of mind. Once he got to the door he heard the sound of water coming from inside, he carefully pushed his way across the threshold, trying to figure out who was there and was relieved to see that it was again the girl he met the night before. He walked over to his side of the pool and removed his clothes as he cast furtive glances at her. He dove into the water and began to swim, trying to focus on his breathing, which was the part he struggled with the most. When he emerged with bated breath, he saw the girl standing at the edge of the pool and winced. "Hi, I didn't mean to scare you. I've been watching you swim and I thought I could give you a few tips, if you don't mind" Jake was so amazed and scared that for a few seconds he could only stare at her with his mouth open. "I-I...I don't.... " she giggled softly and shrugged her shoulders "Ok, look, I didn't mean to embarrass you...I'm going back to my lane. If you want it you know you can ask it okay?" And she turned to go back to her lane. "Wait. Yes, please I will gladly accept your help." Jake said. She retraced her steps and squatted down beside the edge of the pool with a smile on her face. "So, first let's start with your upper body, I've noticed that you move it a lot between strokes and that wastes your energy and breath. Try to stand up straighter, your arms and legs do most of the work. Then, every time you pull your arm forward, you can inhale if you feel the need to, and slowly you'll find yourself pulling two strokes, then three, and so on, but don't be in a hurry. If you take care of your technique well, managing your breath will already be easier." Jake was focused on her words and nodded, before turning around and trying again. Following her advice actually felt like he was already doing better. A wave of satisfaction ran through him when he managed to do his usual laps without getting breathless. He emerged smiling and sat on the edge of the pool. She was still there and looked at him approvingly, then asked "Better now, isn't it? "Yes, thank you very much." He answered. "Thanks to you, I'm just back in town but I'm not having much contact with the rest of the world, helping you was a pleasure" "I... I understand, I didn't have much contact lately either". A slightly embarrassed silence fell between them. It was Jake's phone that broke it, by emitting an alarm tone. Jake got up quickly and headed for his bagpack. "I, uh, have to go now, thanks again for your help." She looked at him briefly, nodded, and stepped back. "Oh, yeah, sure, no problem. Well, good night then" and walked back to the pool. "Good night" he replied, and as soon as she turned around, he changed his wet swimsuit with dry clothes and headed quickly to the exit.

As he walked down the street, he wondered if he wasn't risking too much by going to the pool regularly, and by confiding in that unknown girl. He then decided that it would be better to avoid it for a while, even if it was with great regret.

Jake avoided the pool for a few days, but eventually decided to go back. He couldn't wait to get there. As he walked the short distance between his hiding place and the pool, he mentally savored the feel of the water, the smell of the chlorine, the relaxation it gave him to swim until his muscles ached. As always, he sneaked up on the hidden entrance, his senses all out to catch any suspicious movements or noises. That evening, however, he heard no suspicious noises as he entered the large room with the tanks, but a soft sobbing. He listened for a while, trying to distinguish where the crying was coming from. When he spotted the silhouette of the mysterious girl on the steps he felt a tug at his heart, and could not help but go near her.

"Hey, is everything okay?" he said softly.

She looked up with a jolt, and when she recognized him she answered a little annoyed: "What do you think? No, everything is not okay." She immediately realized she had been abrupt, and added in a tone of apology, clutching her knees to her chest: "Sorry, I didn't think you would come, I haven't seen you here in a while and you caught me off guard..." "It's okay, no need to apologize. I guess I interrupted an intimate moment of yours. It's just that hearing you cry made me worried somehow." He replied to her as he blushed, realizing what he had just said. "I-I meant...well I mean, sorry if I m-maybe I embarrassed you, I should probably go and..." hinting back. "No, wait. Please stay. If it's not a problem for you of course. I don't really feel like being alone anymore." she said as she reached out a hand towards him and motioned for him to sit beside her. Jake was tense, the last thing he had expected that night was to find himself consoling the mysterious girl, but he certainly couldn't leave her there alone, she had always been very kind to him and he was sincerely sorry to see her sad. He exhaled a deep breath and went to sit next to her as he pulled a handkerchief from a pocket of his backpack and handed it to her. "Thank you," she said with a smile, "I really appreciate it." For a while an awkward silence descended, during which they both stared at their hands. Suddenly she blurted out "You know, I'm worried about someone, that's why I was crying. I haven't heard from him in a while and I don't know what to think. I'm trying to move on, I promised him, and really, I'm trying so hard, but some days the weight of his absence is so hard to bear that I can barely get out of bed. Whatever I do the thought of him is with me. This is the only place I can find some peace, because swimming empties my mind b-but t-tonight..." her eyes glazed over again as she swallowed, trying to push back the tears. He had listened to her in silence until that moment, respecting her moment of venting, but when he realized she was about to cry again he felt he had to do something, so he passed his left arm behind her back and pulled her to him, gently holding her in an embrace. "I-I can understand it, you know? I promised one person I would move on too. But it's so hard. I want to call her, I want to write her, I want to know how she is doing, where she is...but every day I forbid myself to do that. And I know I owe it to her, because she doesn't deserve to keep feeling bad because of me and my mistakes and..." his voice faded away, as he realized that he was risking to say things he shouldn't have said, he recovered quickly trying to cut it short and not to let the tremor in his voice be heard "...and I understand you, that's it. I miss her so much too."

As they stood in silence, his heart running fast in his chest and he desperately looking for something else to say, he felt her draw back into his embrace and sigh. It felt good to have her in his arms, and feeling her calming down warmed his heart. It had been so long since Jake had touched anyone, not really talked to anyone, hardly remembered what it was like. A little later she said softly, "Thank you. For sharing a little piece of you with me. You don't need to talk about it if you don't feel like it, I understand. It's... " she stopped thoughtfully, "Complicated" finished Jake. "Yes, yes exactly! It's damn complicated. But knowing that someone can understand me makes me feel better." then she turned to him and drew a deep breath, then added, "Well, how about a swim? After all, this is what we both came for." Jake nodded and removed his arm from her shoulders. "Yeah, I guess you're right." He got up from the steps and walked over to the usual little corner where he used to change his clothes, while she headed to her pool lane and dove in. Once he slipped into his swimsuit, Jake entered cautiously, still pensive from that brief but intense exchange of confessions.

He slowly dived down to the bottom and stayed there for a while, still immersed in his thoughts. He had to stop those nightly outings. They were already dangerous in themselves, and now this unknown girl had been added, making him talk too freely. All of his inner alarms were telling him it was time to stop, and it was also time to change hiding places again, even though being so close to a place in MC's heart made him feel closer to her.

A movement to the side of his field of vision brought him out of his thoughts, and out of the pool as well. When he got to his feet he ran a hand over his eyes and pulled his hair back so he could see better, turning to face the source of the movement. He saw her in the aisle next to where he stood, staring at him. "A-are you ok?" said him in an uncertain voice. She giggled and replied, "I was going to ask you the same thing, you weren't coming up out of the water anymore." "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I scared you, I was just... well, reflecting." he replied. She stared at him intently, looking at his black hair, stuck to the sides of his face, and said tilting her head "It's weird you know? You remind me so much of him, the way you behave somehow, I can't actually explain it". Jake blushed and swallowed hard. "I'll take it as a compliment" he replied, and stepped out of the water. "I have to get back. I hope you feel better now." continued, while heading to the bag of dry clothes. She stood staring at him, wondering if she had made him uncomfortable with that confession. When she realised he was about to undress she turned around, blushing. She waited for a while and then sat down on the edge of the bath and said with a smile, "Yes, I'm feeling better, thanks to you. Good night, stranger."

When he arrived to the hut, something alarmed him: some of the boards near the entrance were placed differently than he had left them. He quickly stepped into the shadows and took out his phone to check inside. Two men were sitting at his usual spot, peering at the screens. Jake was quick to slip back downstairs and to reach out his hiding place number two, three doors down. As soon as he was seated, he took his phone out of his jeans pocket and started the hidden cameras. The two men didn't seem to have any idea what they were looking at, and they didn't look like officers either, to be honest. Maybe two thieves? But what kind of thieves would break into an old warehouse with the windows covered by boards? What did they expect to find there? He carefully examined the video images from the cameras he had placed around the rest of the perimeter of the building and saw a couple of policemen in the back. "Fuck!" he whispered through his teeth. He prepared to format everything in the hiding place and stood vigilantly by, watching them alternately. The two intruders were probably hiding from the cops, and risked exposing him. He noticed that there was a car shop next door and decided to create a diversion. He quickly managed to hack into the shop's security system and set it to go off, so that the cops could be sent away. He then logged on to his workstation and simply brought up Nymos, some glitches and the words "intruders detected, defensive protocol activated" on the screens. It was more than enough to send the two of them running for the hills.

He sighed with relief, letting himself down on the makeshift mattress behind him. He stayed like that for a while as he listened to his heartbeat return to a normal rhythm, his adrenaline slowly subsiding, his breathing becoming regular. His stomach rumbled, so he reached into his bag and pulled out an energy bar. After an hour or so, he locked the entrance to the main hideout and went back the way he'd come: better stay there for the night. As he settled in for the night, streams of thoughts came over him. He realised that the idea of leaving MC hometown made him feel lost, even though she wasn't there, and it wasn't even certain that she would return. Still, he knew he had to leave, that evening's mishap was another proof of that. There wasn't much to think about really, he had to move again, maybe he'd come back later. He thought of the girl at the pool, of her pain, so familiar. How was it possible that love could always bring so much suffering? He drifted off to sleep with those thoughts in his head, and woke up restless.

The next morning Jake was almost done packing up all of his belongings and ready to go. He wondered if once he was settled into his new hiding place, he would find another pool where he could train undisturbed, so he set about identifying all the potential candidates. How he wished he could have told MC about this! As he scanned the pools and studied their surroundings it occurred to him that he could write her using a disposable phone before leaving. His hands began to shake at the mere thought of being able to write her again. Would she be happy to read it? Maybe she was angry with him. In their last conversation she had told him to at least let her know if he was alive as soon as he could. Before he could think about it too much longer, he stormed out of the room and headed for the first open store. Once he retrieved the disposable phone he went back to the spare hut and slipped into it with all his things. He turned on the phone and prepared it for use.

*??? is online*

Jake:Hello, MC.

Shortly after came the reply

*** MC is online ***

MC:Jake! Are you okay?

Jake:Yes MC, I'm fine. I apologize for not letting you hear from me again, it was too dangerous.

MC:That's okay, I'm so glad to read you now, I kept telling myself that you were definitely fine and that I shouldn't have written you, as promised

Jake felt his palms sweat.

Jake:You know, I've been going swimming lately. At night, on the sly. Your enthusiasm about it convinced me. You were so right MC, it can empty your mind. I wanted so hard to thank you for that.

MC:I went swimming recently too, at night, it kept me from going crazy. Maybe we swam at the same time

Jake: :)

Jake:And do you know where I was? The place you told me about. It was like I felt closer to you

MC squinted her eyes

MC:Jake... you don't mean that place with big windows almost to the ceiling,do you?

Jake:Yes, exactly that.

MC bursted in laugh and shaked her head in disbelief.

MC:And you didn't happen to meet someone? Like a really nice, kind girl who gave you lessons?

Jake felt his knees buckle and had to lean against the wall to keep from falling.

Jake:You...

Jake:Was that you?

Butterflies were spreading through his stomach.

MC:So you hugged me the other night! I was crying just for you, and you were there, this is crazy!

MC:Where are you now?

His eyes widened.

Jake:MC me, I was going to leave the town, last night I found intruders in my shelter, it's not safe for me to be here anymore.

For a time that seemed eternal to him there was no sign of life on the other end of the phone.

Jake:MC...

MC:Don't you dare

MC:Don't you dare leaving again. You've been staying here for days, and even allowed yourself to go out almost every night, and you never wrote me anything. Now that we might meet you're starting this again.

MC:We met by accident Jake! Does that seem normal to you???

MC:I'll be waiting there tonight, you better come

***MC is offline***

Jake stared at the phone bewildered. He was terrified. He couldn't believe he had hugged MC the night before. And she was crying, because of him. She was right, he couldn't leave again.

That night he went to the pool, almost running. He sneaked up on the hidden entrance, holding his breath, and went to sit on the steps where he usually rested his backpack. A short time later he saw her walk in and head towards him. It seemed to him that his heart was about to explode. He stood up and walked over to her. They both found themselves running to cover the final distance that separated them. They hugged each other tightly, and stayed that way, without speaking for who knows how long. Neither of them wanted to untie the embrace, as if to do so meant to lose themselves again.

At the end MC pulled back a little to look him in the eyes, and said, "I was beginning to think this moment would never come" "And instead we found each other without even knowing it" he replied chuckling. She blushed and rose on tiptoe to give him a light kiss on the lips.

"Shall we go for a swim?" she told him with a mischievous grin. "Sure. I've been taking lessons" he replied as he began to undress.

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Hey there😄😄I hope you are doing well...You did my last request so fabulously🤩🤩So I'm back with another request😅😅It's another arranged marriage request and I think its the most bizarre request I ever had so please be patient with me😂😂 and you can decline the request if you don't feel so😅😅...Ok so here it goes..

*Steve and y/n are required to get married under the marriage law, he doesn't wants to but being the good soldier he obeys the government....they get married but steve is cold towards his wife...his teammates tell him to give his marriage a chance but he ignores them...Then the accords happen and without a care he leaves his wife behind who is heartbroken seeing all this..Then after 2 years he sees her but again he feels nothing but after the snap when he saw losses around him and he gives his marriage a second chance, he starts being civil to his wife and cares for her but they never consumated their marriage...When the time heist becomes successful Steve consumates his marriage with the reader out of happiness and she thinks all is well...Everyone returns from snap and no one dies...But steve returns the stones and stays in the past and old steve comes back.... Heartbroken Y/n refuses to meet him and leaves the compound...turns out she was pregnant with Steve's baby and doesn't wants the old steve to know so...One day old steve sees pregnant y/n who is around 7 months pregnant and realises its his baby, he apologizes but she ignores and turn away from him... He goes to get help from Scott bcz he wants to be with his wife and son now bcz he and Peggy couldn't have kids, everyone thought steve was selfish...But then he tells the truth that he never wanted to stay in past, but when he went to say goodbye to peggy, she abducted him and broke the timetravel apparatus and forced him to stay in the past...Young Steve comes back and now his son is born who is around 8 months old...He attempts to get back with his family but his wife still ignores him and doesn't let him come near her or her son...Steve regrets for not loving his wife in the past and also volunteering for returning the stones...Then one day powerbroker (Sharon) blasts the house where steve's family lived thus killing his family, in way to revenge her aunty peggy...Steve is left with nothing but pain and regret....*

Regretting His Decisions (S.R)

A/N: Thank you so much lovely and I loved the plot line. I loved writing about it and I made a few additions to the story. Hope you like it.

Steve Rogers Fanfiction (Fanfiction Master List)

Summary: You and Steve get married and he is really rude to you. Then he leaves you behind and goes back to Peggy but he doesn’t realise that you are pregnant. However, Sharon kills you and the baby to avenge her Aunt Peggy and Steve is left with nothing but pain and regret.

Warnings: Angst all the way.

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Steve never wanted to marry you or anyone else for that matter. But the government wanted it and like a good Captain, he listened to them. It was the stupid law and he wanted to wring the neck of those who made it. The protectors of the world had to get married so that the world sees them as fellow citizens instead of humans with super powers.

All the Avengers knew that Steve was hesitant to get married and he was doing out of duty. They knew that it was unfair but they all had met you. They all loved you instantly and knew that you and Steve would hit it off. However, the only problem was that he refused to meet you. The only thing that he knew about you was your name and your job occupation. Apparently, it wasn’t worth his time to get to know his to be wife.

“You need to give it a proper chance before you form an opinion.” It was the night of your bachelor party and while everyone is blackout drunk, Steve and Tony just sat on the side couch. For a person who was getting married tomorrow, Steve looked miserable and Tony couldn’t help but interfere.

“I am doing my job and that’s all that matters.” Taking a quick sip from his glass, he didn’t even wince at the liquid burning his throat.

Sighing, Tony filled up his glass again. A drunk Steve was better than a sober one, in his opinion. “A marriage is not a job and you need to try harder.”

“You don’t get to have an opinion, Tony. You got the perfect girl and the perfect wedding.” Jealousy coursed through his veins when he realised that everyone got to be with the love of their loves while he was stuck with someone who he barely knew.

Tony was left speechless and before he could come up with a response, Steve got up from his place and made his way towards his room. Calling it a night, he dreaded the next morning. He was happy for all of his friends but he also wanted to fall in love over first coffee dates, first movie nights, the first kiss and the moment he proposed because he loved you. Not because he was obligated too.

“You ready, Stevie?” Bucky was trying to be supportive but the headache was killing him. The tequila was literally seeping out of his pores. “How are you not hungover right now?”

“I didn’t drink like a maniac last night.” Adjusting his bow tie, he took a deep breath. This was the most difficult thing that he was going to do in his life and he just wanted to be left alone for sometime. “Can I have a moment alone?”

“Are you going to run if we leave you alone?”

“I am not a quitter and you all know that.” They all filed out of the room and he just sat down on the sofa and gave himself a prep talk.

You were no better on the other hand but you were ready to give it a try. Captain America was a good man and he would make a good husband. At least, that’s what you thought. You understood that the marriage was not happening under the best of circumstances but you could give it a fair chance. Taking a deep breath, you went to join your father on the doorway. He gave you a tearful smile and linked his hands with you.

“Do you take Steve Rogers as your lawfully wedded husband?” The minister asked the much awaited question and you quietly responded with an ‘I do’. During the whole ceremony, you wanted him to look at you but his eyes kept wandering. You passed it off as nerves but little did you know that he was so repulsed by the idea of this marriage that he refused to look at his wife to be.

“You guys are finally married. Treat her well, Rogers.” Fury took you both in a bear hug while your husband just hummed in response. You were like a daughter to Fury and that is why he recommended you as Steve’s spouse. He knew that Steve was an honorable man so he would fulfill all his duties as a husband.

The whole night was spent with you both smiling and engaging in conversations with the guests. However, you both made minimum effort to talk to each other except a few stolen glances. Your feet were killing you by the end of the event but you were never the one to complain. A look of relief appeared on your face when Steve announced an end to the event and thanked everyone for coming.

“Come on.” Hurriedly meeting his steps, you sat in to the passenger seat and those were the last words that were exchanged between you. When you entered the house, he took you straight to a guest room and then left. Whatever expectations that you had for tonight were crushed and so you went to bed with tears in your eyes and your wedding dress still on you.

During the next few weeks, Steve didn’t even glance at you but whenever you made an effort to do something nice for him, he shot you off. He was not willing to give it a chance and for the first few times that you made him dinner, he just picked it up and threw it in to the trash. You were never allowed in to his room and you learned it the hard way.

One day, you just wanted to put his laundry in to his room because he was not home yet. What was the harm? But boy, were you wrong. He came home early that day and he bursted at you the moment he saw you in his room. He called you some very mean things that you do not even want to recall. That night, you cried so much that your entire pillow was soaked but you didn’t want to leave him. You were in love with him way before you were married. He was the guy who saved the world and he was a good and an ethical man. Maybe he wasn’t nice to you but he was a good man and you couldn’t disagree with that.

It wasn’t that you needed a man in your life or you were dependent on him. It was that you had feelings for the man and your parents never raised you to be a quitter. You were still hoping that it all may be alright in a few days or weeks and you could have a family together. She knew that she had to be realistic but sometimes a girl wanted hope.

“I won’t be coming home for a few days.” At least he had the courtesy to tell you this time that he was going. "I have asked some of the agents to check up on you daily so if you need anything, just ask them."

"Okay." You quickly dismissed his questioning stare because he thought that you would ask questions. However, you knew that he would be rude and you would snap at him this time. A girl could only handle so much.

A week had passed and you got daily updates from Liam and Noah regarding the civil war. You still couldn’t believe that Tony and Steve were fighting because you witnessed their friendship firsthand. They had just informed you that Steve and his team were arrested by the government and shipped off to a black sight. You wanted to go to Fury and ask him to release all of them but Liam told you that it wouldn’t work. It was out of his hands.

“What do you mean?” You couldn’t believe your ears right now. Fury came by your house instead of Liam and Noah. He informed you that Chris and the other Avengers escaped from the prison and no one knows their location. Hurt was one of the most evident feeling running through your body and you didn’t know how to respond. How could he leave without telling you anything? How could he just leave?

“There will be some investigations on you but it would be nothing serious.”

“Why?” You exclaimed.

“The government is convinced that you know their location. It will blow over in sometime.”

“I am not going to sacrifice my freedom for someone who wasn’t even bothered to tell me about all this.” The hurt quickly turned into rage.

“But (Y/N)-”

“Tell all of them that I will not be doing anything and that you all should leave me alone.” You stood up and Fury took it as his cue.

Closing the door, you don’t let yourself ponder over the throbbing ache in your chest and instead get to packing. You were going to move out of this house and leave this life in the past. You moved into your parents house and immediately shot down their questions about Steve. There was a bookstore across from a studio apartment that Tony helped you find in the next few days. You loved books and the job paid pretty well. Soon, you forgot all about Steve and your failed marriage. Of course, there were feelings that you had to bury deep inside of you but you successfully managed to move on with your life.

“Have you heard, munchkin? Cap is back.” Tony shuffled your hair as he entered the library.. Pausing for a minute to absorb his words, you got right back into arranging the magazine section. It was the last thing that you had to do before you got off for the night.

“I don’t care. Are we still on for the night?”

“Yes. Pepper is cooking for the first time. Just say that you like the food.” From the past two years, Tony has been your person. He was the one who ordered you food when you were feeling too low or who massaged your feet when you had feet sores from lugging around books all day. You were thankful to have him in your life because he was not there to support you financially, he was there to support you emotionally. Sometimes, you felt so alone that you thought you might go into depression. But he was there to pull you back and so was Pepper. They were your family.

“Okay, Tony. I already know.” Quite a few things have changed over the years such as you changing your hair color to low lights and getting bangs. You changed your sense of style and. now you were pretty much unrecognizable. It was all in hope of leaving the past and turning over a new leaf. And you were somewhat successful.

“So how was the food?”

“Awesome!” The fake, shrill voice was hard to recognise, even for you but you didn’t want to hurt Pepper’s feelings.

“I know it was not good so I ordered some pizza as a back up.”

“I love you.” A chorus sounded from Tony and you as you both hugged her and kissed her on either cheek.

“Yeah, yeah.” She quickly dismissed you both but the cheeky grin on her face was hard to hide. You called it a night when you started feeling sleepy and you said your goodbyes. Your apartment was only two blocks away so you decided to take a walk to clear your head. Steve had been on your mind since the time Tony mentioned that he was back. As much as you wanted to believe that his arrival didn’t effect you, you couldn’t deny all the feelings that came rushing back in.

“Robbins Library, how may I help you?” Without looking up, you asked the question in a fake, chirpy voice.

“Why are you not at the house?” The voice startled you from your receipt checking and you gave him a confused look. As you had time to process the question, you looked over his appearance. More muscular and a fully grown beard was an interesting look and definitely suited him.

“Well, it was not mine to begin with.”

“I left you that house so you would be comfortable.”

“I am doing just fine without it. You know, I didn’t need anything from you but love and respect.”

Steve was trying to do something nice for you but he didn’t understand you. He felt nothing towards you even if he tried. Guilt coursed through him when he saw the look of hurt on your face but he couldn’t do anything about it. “That is too much.”

“Well, I deserve it and I am not going to settle for anything less.” This time, the brain won the battle and you were secretly glad. You resumed your work and he left without saying another word.

The city was in chaos in a few days because there was an alien invasion in place. The Avengers were all over the problem but Pepper and you were panicked. However, the only difference was that she could ask about Tony’s whereabouts and you couldn’t do that for your husband. There were no updates for you and when Noah came to get you both with a battered suit, you were worried.

Walking towards the tower, you realised that many people were crying but the most important thing was that it looked like half of the population was gone. There were a lot of things that you didn’t understand right now but only one thing mattered. One person. Steve. You ran towards the tower and when you saw him sitting on a chair with his head in his hands.

“What happened?” The logical part of your brain started working right on time.

“We couldn’t prevent the snap and Thor escaped.”

You didn’t know what it all meant but it was definitely something bad. “So what does it mean?”

“It means that half of the human population have disappeared. It means that half of our friends, families, loved ones have disappeared. It means that I have failed!”

“Why are you getting angry at me?”

“Just leave me alone.”

“Do not speak to me like that. I do not deserve it. When you are in the right frame of mind, come talk to me.” You were not the person that suffered silently. You were the person who knew. what she wanted and how she should be treated.

Going outside, you called your parents but it just went to voicemail. However, busy they might have been, they always picked up their phone. So you knew that they were gone too. You were alone in this world and you didn’t know what to do. In the far distance, you saw Tony and Pepper hugging and you were happy to see that your best friend was not gone.

With tears running down your eyes, you turned back and collided into a firm chest. Looking up, you saw Steve and you just wanted someone to be with you right now. That’s what Steve also wanted because he felt like a failure right now. He wanted to give the marriage another chance as he thought that it was a miracle that you both were still here after the snap. It was not fair on you but he just needed someone and so did you. It was a fair trade.

“I just don’t want to be alone right now, Steve.”

“Me too. Let’s go upstairs.” You both just silently hugged each other and kept staring out into the Manhattan skyline. You knew that he didn’t have any feelings towards you and you cared about that. But not today. Today, you wanted to just lie down and soak up in his presence because he was the only one left for you.

He brought you breakfast in bed the next morning and he took you to all the meetings. You were confused as to why he was doing all of it and when you asked him, his answer was ‘I am trying’. You didn’t get your hopes high because you knew that it would be pathetic. This was going to be temporary and you just knew it. However, you just wanted a companion so you rolled with the situation.

“We can work around quantum physics and get all of our friends back.” He informed you over the ice cream that you were sharing. A Netflix movie ran in the background because it was a Saturday and it was a routine for you both.

“That’s a really good thing.”

“We are going to do it tomorrow.”

“Nice. I am going to bed. Are you coming?” He mumbled out a small yes and picked up all the dishes to put them in the sink.

The whole day tomorrow you clinged by your phone and called your parent’s number after every fifteen minutes. You looked crazy by the end of the day but when they finally picked up, you couldn’t explain the joy that coursed through your whole body. Talking to them for hours, you promised that you would visit them and you cancelled the call.

Steve came back with a bottle of wine in his hands to celebrate. “We were successful. The world is saved. Cheers!”

“Cheers!” Both your happiness knew no bounds and after a few many glasses, you both were dancing to Taylor Swift songs. By the end of the night, you two were truly drunk and one thing led to another. You woke up the next morning with sheets wrapped around your frame and the pillow beside you crumpled but cold. You regretted the night so much because you knew that he did not have the same feelings for you.

The whole day, you spent cleaning the apartment as there were empty bottles of alcohol laying around. Then you went to the library and today was a busy day because many people wanted an update for the past five years of their lives. It kept you distracted from everything and when Tony came in, it was like the past repeating itself. He told you that Steve went to place the stones back but he came back as old.

You stopped listening to him after sometime as your mind tried to process what was happening. He betrayed you. Again. You were preparing yourself for the hurt whole day but this was totally unexpected. You knew what to do so it was a good thing. Detach yourself from the situation and do damage control. That was your motto for the next seven months and you refused to meet him even after you found out you were pregnant.

“You are in the mood of some ice cream with pickles, hmm little bean?” Rubbing your round belly, you walked towards the snacks aisle. The flavored pickle was on the top shelf but it was out of your reach. A wrinkly hand from behind picked up the jar and when you turned around to thank him, your voice was stuck in your throat. There stood your husband but the older version. The wrinkled face still held some similarities to the young captain but he had a slight hunch and grey hair.

“(Y/N), is that you? Are you- You are pregnant?” The question in his eyes was pretty evident.

“Seven months.” You curtly spoke and wheeled the trolly towards the check out. He quickly figured out the timeline and felt guilty. It was his baby and he left you alone. He caught up to you when you were bagging the groceries.

“I am sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t know. If I could change everything, I would. Please give me another chance.”

“You chose Peggy so you don’t get to come back in my life. Leave us alone. It would be a favor for this child if he never gets to know you.” Telling him off made you feel a whole lot better and you went towards your car.

Seeing you leave, Steve knew that he had to make things right. He went to the compound where all the Avengers were lounging around.

“I thought you had retired, Cap.” Peter called out from playing his video game with Bucky.

“I want your help, Scott. I want to go back to my old self.”

“Why, Captain? Got bored of the grandfather look?” Tony asked while stuffing his mouth with buttered popcorn.

“No. I just found out that my wife is pregnant and I want to be there for them.”

“That’s sweet but why? You already had your chance with Peggy.” Natasha wasn’t very happy with Steve right now but they all had the same question running through their minds.

“Peggy and I couldn’t have kids.”

“So you are using (Y/N) and this kid as a replacement. That’s just selfish, Steve.” Everyone gave him a disgusted look because they couldn’t believe that he was just using you and the child to fill a hole in his life. Not because he loved you both.

“That’s not true. I didn’t want to stay in the past with Peggy but she forced me to. She broke the time machine apparatus and I had no other choice but to accept that life.” He looked at all of them and saw that they all were listening to him. “I made a time machine the whole time I was there and when it was complete, I got the hell out of there.”

“Oh, Steve. We are so sorry. Of course, we will all help you.” Hugging him tight, Nat spoke on behalf of all the others. The machine was all ready to go so Steve stood in the middle of it with Scott. They had to go back and fixed the machine’s timing and it would take some months to do all that.

Meanwhile, you got back home and unpacked all the groceries. Your hormones were running wild at the moment as you sat on the sofa with your swollen feet on the coffee table. You wanted a companion sometimes who would massage your back or who would call you pretty when you were feeling insecure about yourself or who would bring you food at four a.m. But this was a dream and you gave up on it a long time ago. You were enough for your baby and that was a fact.

When Steve came back, 10 months had passed by. You had given birth to a beautiful baby boy after a 21 hour labour. You cried and even though you had your mom with you, you still called out for Steve. You wanted him with you and afterwards, when you held that boy in your hand, you wanted Steve to be there with you to enjoy the moment. However, it was the last time his name even came out of your month.

“Oliver, you need to eat, bubba.” The last 8 months have been a rollercoaster ride for you and you knew through Tony and Pepper that Steve had gone back in time. You didn’t bother with the details because you had another human being to worry about.

“Nooooo.” This one word was the kid’s favorite and everyone of his sentence started with it. You were interrupted in the middle by the doorbell. Picking up your child from the high chair, you made your way through the house towards the door.

“What are you doing here?” Steve looked the same age as you so you knew that the time machine trip was successful. But you saw red. He didn’t deserve you or Oliver.

“(Y/N), is- is that him?” The blubbering baby did not even pay attention to his father and kept on pulling your hair. He was an exact replica of Steve from the dirty blonde hair to the charming smile. A literal reminder for you but you loved this little boy to death.

“Yes and now go away. We don’t need you.” Looking at the baby, he regretted the day he made the decision to be the one to return the stones. He regretted the fact that he did not allow himself to love you. He regretted everything. “Do not come near us. Goodbye.”

You went on with your week as per usual with feeding Ollie in the morning and taking him to the library with you where he had his own play pen. Then getting light lunch across the street and coming back home to take a nap for a few hours. Afterwards, you both ate dinner while Oliver’s favorite cartoons played on the tv. Except for the fact that Steve was at your house, your job and your cafe from the day he came back. He tried to apologize but the years that you spent in agony was too much. It was too little, too late.

It was a Sunday afternoon and by some miracle, Steve had left you alone. He had a meeting with the other Avengers regarding Asgard today. You were just playing with Oliver on his mat as he tried to crawl towards the stuffed toys in your hands. Before you picked him up, you thought that you smelt gas. However, a loud explosion threw you in to the nearest wall and you knew that your time was here. During the last few breaths, you tried to find Oliver but you couldn’t move. Mentally calling out for Steve, your gaze became unfocused and you lost conscious.

“Wha-What happened?” Steve knew that there was a bomb blast and he wanted to hope against all hope that you both were safe. However, the two body bags wheeled out of the burnt down house had him fall to his knees.

“There was an explosion and we caught Agent Sharon fleeing the scene.”

Sharon had confessed that she wanted to have revenge on Steve for cheating on her aunt Peggy. The new family that Steve had was a disgrace to her Aunt’s memories so she murdered them. She had gone a little crazy because Peggy was the one who take care of her when she was a child and she felt that Steve betrayed her.

Steve didn’t know what to do with his life at the moment. He was left all alone and his family was snatched away from him. He didn’t get a chance to be with them and now he was left with nothing but pain and regret. Trying to convince Fury to let him go back in time and prevent the explosion was futile because Fury just told him that this would upset the balance of nature. He didn’t understand it at first but then as time passed, he did. All the toys and photos that were salvaged from the house now decorated Steve’s very lonely apartment and he never let himself forget.

This was his punishment and he was not going to run away from it. Not this time.

Hope you guys enjoyed it!!

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A/N: I loved writing about Steve but I am no longer taking requests for some days. I actually have some of my drafts that I want to complete. You can send in requests but it will take some days for me to get to them:) Love you guys and do tell me if you want to be added to my taglist.

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[raggaraddy]

Sauna

Summary: Taehyung always makes you wait on him, but he is going to make sure you learn that he should never have to wait on you.

Trigger Warnings: Smut, Smut, Smut, abuse, Dom/sub-themes, examples of a bad D/s dynamic, ambiguous torture.

Taehyung

Yandere!Taehyung

Dom!Taehyung

You've been waiting for Taehyung for hours now. Once again work claims his time and focus. Luckily his luxurious house has plenty to keep you entertained. Knowing Tae, it could be anywhere from 30 minutes to 8 hours that he's locked away. So while you patiently wait for him to be available you decide to make use of the sauna. You know you'll be able to quickly shower and be ready for him within a few minutes when he calls. And he won't mind wet hair or a lack of makeup. He isn't interested in anything like that. He just wants you in position ready for him.

Spending lots of 20 minutes, you cycle through small sessions in the heat and steam with rests in between. It gets to near 90 minutes and on your fourth time heading into the sauna you can feel you are just about at your limit, your head starting to become a bit light.

After only 5 minutes more you decide to cut it short. You remember you haven't really drunk enough water throughout the day and you don't want to risk overdoing it and becoming dazed with Taehyung.

Standing up, you bundle your towel wiping at the sweat dripping from your forehead. You jump as you bring it down, startled by Taehyung standing in the doorway suddenly, looking displeased.

"Ignoring my calls are you?" He opens the sauna door questioning sternly. Your smile changes into a frown of confusion. He called? He never called. Or at least your phone never rang.

"No," you shake your head feeling flustered at suddenly being put on the spot. Passing him diffidently he backs out of the doorway and allows you to exit into the cooldown room.

"Then why did I have to come searching for you?" he berates.

You know you checked the volume. You purposefully made it as loud as you could because you wanted to make sure you would hear it over the music in the sauna. You pick up your phone only to find it dead. You checked the volume but not the battery, and you didn't think to look at it in the past hour, not wanting to touch it while you were sweaty.

Putting the phone face down, sheepishly you turn around. Taehyung hates to be kept waiting. It's something he never tolerates. And you know what he'll say. That being careless is not a sufficient excuse.

"I'm sorry, Sir. It won't happen again." You apologize contritely, nervously fiddling with your fingers.

"That's not what I asked girl." He demands an answer to his question. The laid back manner with which he stands does not match the harshness of his tone or wording. Usually, he calls you with some variation of little girl or baby girl or good girl. But when it's just girl, you know you've upset him.

"I- my phone died." You pick it up to prove it to him. "I'm sorry" you mumble.

“So what your saying is your lack of attention has caused me to wait on you.”  He scolds, his stare hardening.

While you feel bad, you’re starting to get frustrated. He's being hypocritical. It’s not like you did it on purpose. It was an accident and he’s being too harsh. “Well, I had to wait for you too. Like, nearly 3 hours.” You argue back, instantly regretting your stupid lack of impulse control.

"Excuse me," He challenges with a tight jaw. You know it's rhetorical and not meant to be answered. The best thing is to stay silent and continue to look down at your fingers.

For a moment too long he is quiet and motionless. Your eyes flick up to see what kind of response he is having, only to see him standing stiffly, his features tight as he assesses you unblinkingly. You're feeling dumb, knowing you've just put yourself in a bad position at the start of your weekend session with Tae.

You audibly whimper from nerves, wanting to undo some of the damage. "I'm sor-"

“Come here Y/n”. He interrupts, holding his hand out for you. From his demeanour, you know you're in trouble, but your not sure how yet. However, slightly apprehensively, you accept his outreached hand.

He opens the sauna door, holding it wide and gesturing for you to enter. You pause hesitantly unsure of where he is going with this.

"After making you wait so long for me, I would hate to interrupt you. Go back in. I'll even join you." Now it's his eerily pleasant tone that doesn't match his observable frustration and the slowly tightening grip on your wrist.

Lightly you shake your head, not wanting to say any variation of the word no. "I-it's okay, Sir. I was done."

"Go in." And now to your dismay, the chill of his voice and his body language match. He orders you into the sauna pointedly, his expression daring you to debate it further.

Swallowing heavily, you can't help the way his domineering tone is filling your stomach with butterflies. Even when he gets scary- especially when he gets scary- you find him so attractive. But you know you need to take this moment seriously, or risk getting yourself further into strife.

You nod, going back into the sauna, the warm wet heat swarming around you again quickly making your breath feel smothered. Sitting on one of the wooden benches, you get lower trying to get out of the rising heat. Sweat right away returning to your brow and neck.

After a few minutes, Taehyung comes in, having removed his clothes. He puts down a towel and sits alongside you, resting back with his arms up on either side, his eyes closed as he enjoys the warmth. You try to do the same. But even after a little while more, you're becoming more and more uncomfortable. You try to bear it as long as you can, but as another 10 minutes pass your head begins to thump, your eyes becoming unfocused.

"Okay." You say standing up with a wobble. "This was really nice. But I'm getting a little dizzy. I think I should go out."

"Sit down." He says without opening his eyes. You're looking through the glass door to the cool of the outside longingly. It's starting to hurt being in here, but you're sure Tae knows that.

"Please, Sir. I don't feel well." You try again to plead your point. Despite your discomfort, you still don't want to act on your own. Outrightly disobeying him would disregard everything that your relationship is built on.

"Do you really want to test me right now, little girl?" He says, his head rested back with a smirk.

"You're being unfair." You pout, lightly stomping your foot.

He chuckles, rolling his head forward. "The answer's yes apparently." He stands and your gaze drops to eye height looking at his collar bone. He steps towards you and you step back. And again. Pushing you to the other side of the room. Your legs come into contact with the bench and as he steps at you again, with nowhere left to go, you fall down onto the seat, coming face height with his lower stomach and crotch.

An embarrassed glow fans over your cheeks as you realize what your first impulse is. You stifle a giggle, biting your lip.

"Little Y/n, who's in charge here?"

Those words said in that deep tone have you momentarily forgetting how dehydrated and sick you feel. His voice sending a wave of shivers down your spine and up your neck.

"You are." You purr back, having to push your thighs together with a new kind of heat rushing through your stomach.

"And when I tell you to do something, you do it. Isn't that right?" His salacious words are accompanied by his hand curling around your jaw, his thumb resting on your lips pressing for entrance into your mouth. Instinctually, you open for him and suck his thumb, looking up at him with wide eyes. There's a small lustful smile on his face and in his eyes. But it's the way he licks and bites his lip that has another bolt of heat shooting through your core.

You nod to his question, sucking firmer, taking it deeper and rubbing your tongue along it. Emboldened by the ravenous look in his eye.

Taehyung removes his hand, it shoving your shoulder, making you crash back into the wall. He grabs your legs and roughly throws them onto the double-tiered bench, having you lay along it. Climbing on top of it, he pushes himself between your legs making you spread them wider to accommodate him. Right away you nearly melt feeling his hardening member.

"When I tell you to sit, you don't argue. Do you?" He leans over the top of you, his hand rested next to your head.

"No, Sir." You whisper back breathlessly, shaking your head.

He presses his hips down, rubbing himself between your legs, slipping effortlessly with how wet you already are. You buck upwards trying to encourage him to go further, trying to meet him that last little bit to get what your craving.

"And when I tell you to wait for my call, you make sure to wait patiently and be a good girl for me, don't you?"

"Yes," you pant.

He smirks, approving of your answers. His lips come to yours, licking over your bottom lip before his tongue enters your mouth. Slowly he sinks deep inside you, making you moan and whine.

"You don't need to ask Y/n. Cum as much as you want. But you don't move till I'm done."

A small excited smile fills your face, and you nod back. As far as punishments go, this one seems great. He's not denying you, and he said you can cum as much as you want, so he's not going to overstimulate you. At the moment, you can't see the downside.

Gradually he starts to move, and you bring your hips up to his to match his rhythm, groaning and moaning the whole time. It isn't long until Taehyungs skilled strokes have you exploding around him, giving you the ecstasy you sought after.

But as your high starts to fade, you again gain clarity and realization of your surroundings. You're no longer desperately working towards release and you can again feel the hot air going down your throat. The excess heat of Taehyungs skin on yours. The way your bodies slip along one another due to sweat, or the sweat dripping from Tae's body all over you. You're wet and sore and the longer he continues, even as he brings you to another orgasm, it feels tainted with the suffocation of the sweltering heat.

Taehyung can see it. The look of excitement you had, turning swiftly into one of worry and distress as your distraction faded. And he is revelling once again in how transparent your emotions are to him. Enjoying being able to see how you're suffering but still obeying him.

As he makes you cum for a third time, your body throbs in pleasure but your head thumps in pain. Your chest hurting and your breath short. Your eyes getting glassy. A sick feeling nudging at the back of your throat.

He keeps going, unrelenting for far too long. Keeping himself slow and steady, breaking to kiss and paw at you every now and then to draw it out even longer.

With a stolen glance at the clock on the wall, you can only estimate that he has been fucking you for at least 30 minutes. It's too much. You're so past your limit you can barely keep your eyes open or move. You want to ask him to stop, but you know his order not to move including asking if you could. And you are aware it wasn't a suggestion.

By the time Taehyung finally cums, you're completely spent, nearly unconscious. So much so that after taking a second to catch his own breath, he has to carry you out of the sauna.

As he lays you on the bench in the cool-down room, your body is shivering with dehydration. Any second now, you fear you're going to throw up. Or completely pass out.

But Taehyung doesn't care. He hates to wait on you and he knows he certainly made his point. His only care is that he makes sure you're not confused as to why your suffering right now. "The next time I tell you to wait for me, Y/n," He clarifies with a stern tone, tapping your face lightly to make sure your eyes are open, "I expect you to be actively waiting, and to come running the second I call. Am I understood?"

[wdwmarveldisney]

🥺👉👈 Could I maybe request a doctor who x reader with a younger, more innocent teenage reader? And the doctor gets protective over them, especially when they could be in danger. Any doctor could fit. (sorry if this is not enough information I'm new to making requests)

Let them go

Eleventh Doctor x platonic!teen!reader

Summary: When the Doctor takes you to your favourite musical, things once again don’t end well.

Masterlist

A/N: Ok so I loved this request and thank you so much. You are so sweet. Don’t worry about how information there is, I just hope that you like it. I may have mixed a little Newsies in here because, well I love it and I honestly think about how I would a hundred percent ask to go there if I was travelling with the Doctor.

Not my GIF

Shaking violently when travelling seemed to be the only flaw of the TARDIS and even then, it was only because the Doctor was a terrible pilot. He had tried to convince you otherwise but you'd met River on more than one occasion and she had actual evidence for her argument so excuse you if you sided with her. But that didn't mean that you hated it; every time it happened, you'd grin real big because it was just yet another reminder of the chaos that came with the Doctor. You had a usual place by the controls, one where you were often moved from during flight to avoid you being in the way. Most of the time you ended up in one of the seats, watching his every move in hopes of learning what any of it meant. River had promised to teach you when you were older, said you could leave the Doctor in the 1920s where he apparently thrived and she'd teach you how to the drive the TARDIS.

Right now however, you were here in 2017 New York, at your request. You had asked to see the recording of Newsies after a small (ok so maybe the exact opposite of small) obsession with the musical over the years. You were surprised when all the Doctor had to do was make a call and suddenly you were right at the front with the opportunity to go backstage afterwards too. The inner fangirl was hard to control as the two of you headed to the doors and you managed to stumble slightly but he had caught you before you could fall into the wooden doors. Pouting as he laughed, you tugged his bow tie hard making him stop with a frown and a hand going to readjust it. He scanned your attire with an amused smile which resulted in a flick to the head from you. "Ow, I didn't say anything!"

You walked out the TARDIS, breathing in the smell of hotdogs and petrol before facing him with a small frown, "You were thinking it. I can wear a Newsies shirt if I want to wear a Newsies shirt," he put his hands up in surrender as he walked out too and then quickly turned to lock the doors. You tugged at the shirt in question as you glanced round the empty alley, waiting for him. It was a few seconds before you felt an arm fall into your shoulders and quickly you began to walk to the streets with big smiles on your faces. In the small time you had come to know the Doctor, he had become like family. You had been quite sheltered growing up, never seen much trouble but that's kinda expected from a small town family. When you started travelling with the TimeLord, you saw a lot of bad stuff, things you had never even thought possible and so naturally, he was protective. He was like an older brother, maybe a dad ish vibe.

Your steps were in time with his as you approached the theatre, huffing at how long the queue to get in was. Finally in line, you tapped your foot patiently and suddenly, the question had slipped from your lips without much thought, "How did you get good tickets?" He paused, reaching up to fiddle with his bow tie nervously before straightening out his tweed jacket. He avoided eye contact and instead stared at the bright lights surrounding you guys, "Well, um, I helped write it. Historical facts and stuff," you watched him shrug with terribly faked nonchalance. Jaw dropping, your eyes went comically wide as you stuttered out, "You- They- What?" Unbelievable. Of course he knew about your obsession with the musical and failed to mention his involvement with writing it.

It was a couple hours later and you were waiting by the Doctor's side as the theatre cleared out. He had spent the whole musical jittery and chatty, clearly not good with just sitting there and watching. Several times someone had complained and you had had to talk with him about it. He was a literal child at times. But despite the fact he had muttered about his hate for Twitter after the girl next to you guys tweeted a picture of herself and her friend there, you enjoyed yourself. The musical was just as great as the first time you watched the recording, if not better. And now, you couldn't stop bouncing in excitement. You were actually going backstage, and you were going to meet the cast of a musical you have obsessed over for years.

But of course, with the Doctor, things never happened that easily.

The TimeLord had pulled out his sonic screwdriver to fiddle with while you waited and frowned at the noise it made. You caught his muttering and huffed, already knowing that look on his face. Concern, anger and a touch of excitement. "Don't say it," his eyes slowly left the device in his hands as he raised an eyebrow at your words. Someone was just leaving the backstage area but neither of you noticed as you sighed, "Why does something always have to happen? One good, non-alien day is all I ask. Is that even possible with you?" He grinned goofily at you with a breathy chuckle before raising the screwdriver in the air and scanning your surroundings. You jumped at the tap on your shoulder, facing the crew member with fists raised like that would do something. "Oh,"

"I was sent to get you. What's he doing?" You glanced to the Doctor, who now stood on one of the seats and you shrugged, arms crossing over his chest. Looking between both men, eventually you answered, "I find it best not to ask until he gets that look on his face," the guy frowned as he watched the Doctor jump from the seat and run up an aisle and look through one of the doors. As the two of you watched him lock the door with the screwdriver, the crew guy asked, "What look?" Going to respond, you stopped yourself once seeing the dark look of his face. The one that ensured mortal danger and most likely ended with the two of you saving the world. Again.

"That look," the guy watched you point to the alien as he made his way over to you by jumping over one of the seats. His arm landed on your shoulders as he huffed slightly from all the running round, "Right okay then, possible shapeshifter, very dangerous and kills for the hell of it. Also, amazing dancers and have a tendency to be really funny. Ready?" As he spoke, he looked the guy up and down in a calculating way as if he was possible suspect. You ignored the shock and fear on the guy's face in front of you and instead tilted your head in debate, "I mean, yeah sure," with a laugh, he clapped his hands together and approached the crew member. He too ignored the expression or he just didn't notice with how quickly his mind was now working. He smiled, hands clasped in front of him as he did another look over the guy before speaking, "Ok, we're ready to go. Should probably check out backstage first," he looked to you and you nodded in agreement. "Well," he paused as he placed his hands on the guy's shoulder, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. Panicky look still clearly painted on his features, his voice shook as he managed, "Carl,"

"Well Carl, lead the way," gripping the clipboard in his hands tighter, Carl turned around and began to walk up the stairs and backstage with the two of you following. You stared at your feet as you walked, pout on your lips as you thought, "So, when you say very dangerous...?" The Doctor paused before backtrack king to you and placing his hands on your shoulders whilst ducking his head down to meet your eyes. He had such certainty and determination that you knew he wasn't lying when he said, "Nothing bad will happen to you, I promise," a chuckle left your lips as you punched his shoulder, smile lighting up your face as he remained unbelievably serious, "Well duh. I've got my own hero. And you know I'd haunt the hell out of you," he shook his head, smile fighting it's way to his face as the two of you began to walk behind the curtain.

-

So apparently the Doctor isn't great with promises or at least, that's what you gather when the two of you were walking down a deserted corridor and something had grabbed you from behind. The last hour had been the two of you searching in the dark, trusting no one since this alien shapeshifted. Two crew members were found dead and another missing so the Doctor insisted on going to find her and well, naturally you followed without question. And now you had a claw to your throat as you whimpered at how hard the alien was pulling your hair. This made the Doctor turn, eyes darkening when he saw you struggling and crying quietly to yourself. "Let them go," it was practically a whisper but it echoed in the hall, making the creature laugh. "Why would I do that?" The voice was deep and distorted and almost robotic, "They'll be so much fun," the last word was spat, venom in the voice making whimper again. You shook violently and the Doctor met your terrified eyes with his remorseless ones. "Why are you here? Order the Shadow Proclamation states Earth is a Level five planet. Do you know what they'd do to you?" He took a few taunting steps forward, head almost bowed in anger.

A small scream left your lips as the claw made a small cut in your throat and the Doctor seemed to tense. Rolling out his shoulders, the TimeLord uncharacteristically smirked as his fingers toyed with the screwdriver in his hands and he laughed almost hollowly, "I know about your people. I have fought your people time again and again and again. And do you want to know what I remember?" There was a pause in his words, only audible thing being your small cries, "You really don't like high frequencies," he raised an eyebrow as he pressed a button and the alien began to freak. His hands slammed over his ears and he stumbled back, essentially freeing you. You managed to make your way to a worried and panicking Doctor before the two of you rushed down the hall and inside a changing room. You fell back against the door as the whir of the screwdriver and the click of the lock and the huffs of your breaths filled the room.

Suddenly the small device was stuck in your face, scanning you up and down before you smacked it away. He gave you a pointed look before carrying on, no doubt scanning for any other type of harm. He was in protective mode which wasn't uncommon but could get annoying when he wouldn't stop checking up on you. With a frustrated expression, you snatched the screwdriver from his hands and shook your head when your eyes met, “I’m fine,” you made sure to emphasise the last word and the Doctor mimicked you under his breath like a three year old. Scoffing, you pointed the screwdriver at him in warning but he just simply took it back with a small huff.

And then there was a bang at the door and the two of you were reminded of the danger you were facing this time round.