#i think trying to avoid hurting the chest wounds in the shower caused me to hurt myself in a different way

[absintheanflare]

hi um. i subfluxed my shoulder and do not know how to fix it does anyone have any. like. videos to direct me to

[junisfics]

Hate Fucking ft Eren Jaeger (Day XV)

Focus: Hate Fucking

Warnings: Smut / Nsfw 18 + (Rough Sex), Brief Violence (Blood, Asphyxiation)

Word Count: 2k

You could kill him.

That impulsive, hate ridden, destructive maniac. You want to rip his throat out with your teeth.

Your jaw is clenched tightly, eyebrows furrowed together in anger, as you sit beside Sasha and across from Connie. They chatter nonsense as you eye him down from across the room.

Just hours ago he had taken out all his pent up anger by mercilessly insulting you after your defeat during training. Although wasn't for the reason one would think.

He had you pinned to grass bare dirt, knee pressing into your right arm and opposite foot pressing painfully into your right wrist. The tendons in your forearms rapping up against the sole of his shoe like the strings on a guitar.

His knife held against your throat, every swallow you take causing it to bob gently. His other hand bracing him up by the ground beside your skull, preventing him from sitting on your upper stomach.

"Get off me." You spit, writhing beneath his unexpectedly heavy body.

You speak with your eyes boring into his own. His brows knit together, beads of sweat trailing down his dirt covered face.

"You couldn't even give it your best for me?! You're going easy?! Piece of shit!" He practically growls, pushing the knife further against your quivering throat to enunciate the expletive.

He hates the way you distract him. Never did it cross his mind that you didn't give him your all, it was only the most convincing excuse he could come up with. He despises you for the way your innocent eyes glint as you look at him, and he hates you more for the uncertain lust that lures behind them as he has you pinned beneath him.

"Eren, I'm not - I didn't - get - you're hurting me,"

Recklessly, he throws the knife aside, causing the blade to slit a shallow cut against the fragile skin of your neck. It stings, assumingly more than a deeper cut would have. His large hand replaces the blade, his sweat poisons the wound and sending harsh waves of prickly pain through your body, he squeezes... hard.

Pathetic croaks slip under his palm and past your lips, blood rushing to your face and a deep buzz filling your ears.

Your limbs flail in response, desperately trying to shake him off.

His nose is scrunched, teeth grit into a snarl, face inches away from yours as he alternates the pressure on your neck.

Hard, bruising, enough to threaten unconscious, but before that can happen his grip goes soft enough to give you a moment of uninterrupted breaths. All the time while looking into your fearful eyes, like he's waiting for the light to go out.

You hated the way your body heated up under his dominance. You can't blame yourself, who wouldn't feel at least a twinge of excitement when pressed that closely up against a guy that attractive.

"Eren - p - please, I can't - I" You're voice is hoarse, tears flooding your vision.

He's tackled off. You sit up quickly, hands go flying to your abused throat, clutching and clawing at it mindlessly as you swallow heavy gulps of air. Sasha's by your side, squatting back on her calves with an arm thrown around your heaving shoulders.

Connie throws violent punches to Eren's face as he presses his skull into the dirt with his other hand.

His face bruised, Connie's fist split open a gash in his cheekbone. His pretty green eyes surrounded by popped blood vessels.

You admire his wounds from your table, completely disregarding your dinner and pushing it to Sasha. You go as far as thinking he's pretty... when his mouth is shut. Such a shame that such a handsome face is attached to a shitty person.

"Connie took care of him, y/n, he won't bother you again." Sasha says through the bread stuffing her mouth.

"He's just... an angry person."

***

You shower off the emulsion of sweat and blood that's covering your skin. Scrubbing so harshly with the tattered rag that red welts leave in its wake. The gash on your throat pulses and stings but your glad it's clean.

The itchy fabric of your shirt clings to your damp skin, the now cold water in your hair drips down your your chest as you squeeze it in your fist to wring it out. Legs guiding you back to your room.

Before you can completely retreat, the door gets pushed open as you attempt to close it.

"Hey -" Your mouth shuts immediately.

Eren enters shamelessly, shutting the door behind him as you back away slowly. Your heart wracks against your chest, breath caught once again in your throat no thanks to him.

He's come to finish you off, he's got you alone and now he's come to pummel you into next year.

His hand grips your jaw to avoid the slit on your throat, pressing your cheeks together so your lips pucker ever so slightly. You reach up to his wrist, reaching for sinewy muscle that strains under his grasp.

His eyes look down to you, a dangerous look passing through them momentarily. His face too close for comfort, his hot breath passing through his grit teeth and fanning over your face.

He walks forward, sending you stumbling back against the closed door.

You feel embarrassingly helpless before him. You pray he can't feel the shaking in your legs.

If he starts getting violent will someone know? Will someone hear? Would there be anyone to stop him this time?

"I fucking hate you." He spits, leaning against you and resting his palm against the wood of the door beside your head, "I think about killing you every fucking day we're stuck in this stupid cottage."

Your stomach turns at his words, but you have no courage to speak out against him. Something inside you tells you to listen to him... to wait.

"You drive me insane"

"Eren -" You speak through puckered lips, one hand holding his wrist and the other pushing against his chest.

Whimpers leave your mouth, desperate cries for him to release you, leave you, apologize, something.

"Fuck - " His voice falters for a moment and his jaw slacks as he glances down to the floor, "Do you know what you do?"

His eyes meet yours, the gears in your head begin to turn. They're softer this time, apologetic.

"I - I don't - please, Eren - I don't know what - "

"Stop begging, fucking stop," He closes his eyes tightly as the hand on the door drops to the field of skin between your neck and shoulder.

He squeezes tightly, desperately trying to restrain himself.

"You're so god damn lucky my need for you is stronger then my hate." His face gets too close to quickly, leaning down so your noses are a breath apart, "because I hate you so fucking much."

It's not your stomach that turns within itself this time, it's something else... something lower. All of a sudden his grip is erotic and his body heat is radiating onto yours in all the right places. He's so close, the tension is straining.

"I - I'm - " You're stupid. You can't even think. Your entire body short circuits.

"Let me have you." He begs, voice needy and dropping octaves lower.

He begs.

You mouth drops open as arousal sparks deep inside you. A shudder wracks your body at his words.

"I know you want it. I see it. G - god, fuck, please y/n." Both hands come to hold your face in his hands, "I hate the things you do to me."

His hips stutter forward against your stomach and you can feel him, hard, throbbing in his pants. A whine escapes your lips.

It's pathetic... embarassing... how much you want him. How much you want the man that constantly dances on your last nerve to take you in his strong hands.

"I hate you." Your voice is weak and unconvincing to both him and you.

His mouth takes yours, swallowing your whimpers and flooding you with him. You taste him on your tongue, dull taste of mint toothpaste and herbal tea. You're drunk for it. Hands gripping at the collar of his shirt to pull his toned body flush against you. It's borderline violent, his tongue drinking in your breathy moans and teeth biting at your lips.

You need him. You need this. You need this feeling, this tension, flooded out of your system and gone for good. You want it fucked out of you.

You push against his neck to give you enough space to mumble against his soft lips, "I need you to fuck me, fuck me as hard as you hate me, please."

His cock twitches, jaw dropping at your desperation. A groan choked up in his throat.

You lick at his open mouth and he takes it in his mouth and sucks on it. Never, never in your entire life would you have thought your cunt would flutter around nothing due to someone taking your tongue in their mouth.

He lowers himself into a squat, taking the waistband of your sleeping pants and dragging them down your thighs, biting at the supple skin that's revealed. His calloused hands hold onto your legs as he licks a broad stripe up your inner left leg all the way up to your hip bone.

You let out a breathy moan as he kitten licks at your clit through your panties.

"No, please, I need you - need your cock." You plead and he lets out a curse as he stands.

You kiss him again. Hands grabbing at his torso to get a hold on the waistline of his pants. He follows you, using one hand to press your chest against the door and the other pushing his clothes down his thighs just enough so his aching cock is freed.

Roughly, he grips the backs of your thighs and hoists them around his waist. Cock slipping between your bodies and brushing against your clothed cunt. Pushing you high enough up the door to take his length in his hand, you pull your panties to the side. His tip teases your entrance. You're sheathed onto his length, filthily moaning out as his cock drags across your walls.

"Fucking shit." He groans into your neck, "You're so wet, you're so fucking wet."

It's overwhelming. The flexing of his muscles underneath your grip, his low groans against your skin followed by open mouth kisses. You bite down on your lip, walls fluttering around his throbbing cock in reaction to his words.

"Oh my god, y/n. Did you just cum?"

You did.

You're cunt gripping his dick like a vice. You came just as he buried himself to the hilt. His tip kissing your cervix gently.

"Give me another." You beg, fisting his shirt tighter in your fist.

You're fucked into the door, shirt riding up as you're dragged up and down the both literal and figurative wood.

"You - Eren - you're so big." Your grip on his shoulders is bruising, arms wrap around his neck and forehead falling against his, mouth open in heavy pants.

"You're so pretty like this. God, you have no idea how long I've wanted to see you like this. How long I've been conflicted by you. I've fucked my hand to your pretty face every fucking night wishing it was your cunt."

You can't believe it. This whole time he hasn't hated you for anything you've done... he's hated you because he was hating the way you made him feel. You're cunt throbs around him at the mere thought.

"And now... fuck - fuck - just like that - now I have you... and my cock is inside you and not my fucking fist."

You came harder then you ever have before, head slamming back against the door and legs shaking as you suck him in and milk him dry. He slams you down one more time onto his cock and holds you there, throbbing inside you.

[l-r-christian]

Hi I really enjoy your writing, and thought I would just send a request for a story! I was thinking for the plot the Mikaelsons find out the Haley verbally, and physically abused the reader, and keep them quiet by saying the Mikaelsons wouldn't believe them over the mother of Klaus's child, and for the pairing I would love to see the mikaelson siblings x reader.

Oh boy who is ready for angst

Warnings: Angst, fluff at the end, protective Mikaelsons

Y/N whimpered as she carefully lowered herself into her bath as the bruise on her chest made it a bit hard for her to breathe. Y/N was glad her lovers were out for the moment as she didn't want to explain the bruises caused by Hayley.

Y/N had began dating the Mikaelsons a year ago after catching all fours attention as they wanted her. For Y/N it was amazing be adored by four beautiful beings but Hayley hated her seeing Elijah just showering her with affection.

'They wouldn't believe you. After all your just human they forget about you within a year.'

Y/N felt a tear roll down her face feeling a ache in her chest and finish bathing then got dressed walking out jumping seeing Rebekah sitting on her bed.

"You okay love? It sounded like you were breathing too hard."

"I'm okay Beka. Just tired." Y/N said climbing into bed as Rebekah frowned as lately she noticed how Y/N would flinch away from intimate touches or avoided looking at their eyes. Something was wrong and Rebekah was going to find out what.

"Something is wrong with our little rabbit." Rebekah said walking into the den where Elijah, Klaus and Kol sat reading as Hayley was out with Jackson having took Hope to a zoo and Y/N was a work.

"What do mean?"

"She has been limping lately and when was the last time she allowed you to touch her?" Rebekah said as the men frown as they realized that Y/N had indeed avoided any intimate touching.

"We should find out what is wrong." Elijah said as they nodded putting a plan in place.

Y/N whimpered softly as she showered watching the water turn pink from her bleeding wound as Hayley was worst this time around. It hurt and Y/N was unsure just how much she could take.

"You should leave them as they wouldn't want to be with a weakling anymore."

Hayley's words echoed in the human's mind as she thought over the hybrid's words. Y/N choked out a sob making up her mind to leave her lovers. It was going to be painful but she knew it was for the best.

"They don't deserve you. After all you're human, just a toy."

Y/N shook her head blocking out the words as she had gotten dress stepping out ready to pack up. Once done Y/N thought over to leave a note but decided against it and left pushing away the pain.

"She'll love it Nik." Kol said as the siblings walked in the compound ready to see their lover. Kol was carrying a over sized stuffed bear for Y/N as a gift when Hayley walked out smiling at Elijah.

"A gift for Hope?"

"No, for our little rabbit." Klaus says watching Hayley wrapping her arms around Elijah's arm as Rebekah went up to get Y/N.

"She's gone!" Rebekah said coming back as the men frowned and right away began looking for Y/N.

Three weeks passed since Y/N ran off and since that time the siblings hadn't stopped searching for her as they weren't satisfied until she was in their arms again. Y/N had settled in a little town gotten a job as a tea maker and grower.

"Morning Y/N!"

"Morning Mrs. Brown." Y/N said waving as she worked in her tea garden. Y/N had recovered from Hayley's abuse a little bit while the outside scars healed but her inner scars lingered.

"You cut your hair." Y/N heard a familiar voice say as she looked seeing Elijah and Rebekah standing at her gate. They watched the love of their life stand seeing other then cutting her hair that she gained a little weight but she was still beautiful in their eyes.

"Freya found me."

"With help from Davina." Rebekah says smiling when Y/N let them in but her smile dropped seeing a scar on Y/N's arm and it caught Elijah's eye too.

"Care to tell us why you left? Don't lie baby." Elijah said watching Y/N closely as she sat on her steps with Rebekah.

"She said you won't believe me."

"Who?"

"Hayley." Y/N said tearing up remembering all that happened as Rebekah and Elijah gently coaxed her to tell them. Y/N broke down in sobs telling the two everything and Elijah cupping her face.

"Baby, we will always believe you."

Elijah was angry as he got home with Rebekah and Y/N following behind as Hayley looked surprised to see the human.

"Elijah, wh....." Hayley was cut off by Elijah wrapping an hand around her throat slamming her against a wall as Y/N jumped watching while Rebekah held her.

"When were you going to inform us that it was you that drove away Y/N?" Elijah growled as Klaus and Kol were quick to pull Elijah off of Hayley. The female hybrid fell coughing as Elijah stared eyes dark with anger it made Hayley shiver as she never seen Elijah like this.

"Care to explain yourself Elijah?" Klaus growled lowly glaring at Elijah while Kol moved next to Y/N hugging her having missed her.

"Tell Niklaus how you abused Y/N until she left Hayley. How you filled her head with lies." Elijah said lowly making both Kol and Klaus tense up as Hayley frowned standing looking at Elijah.

"Is that what she told you? What reason would I have to do that?"

"Your jealousy that Y/N got Elijah and not you." Rebekah said as Klaus turned glaring at Hayley who froze.

"Leave."

"Klaus you can't possibly believe this!"

"Y/N has no reason to lie. Now leave before I kill you. I am allowing you live for Hope's sake." Klaus said lowly as Hayley glared at Y/N leaving. Y/N sniffled as they hugged her muttering apologies for not noticing earlier.

"It's okay."

"No it isn't love."

"How we watch Y/N's favorite movie." Kol said as Klaus picked their human lover up agreeing and soon Y/N was wrapped up in Klaus's arms and Rebekah laying against her chest as Kol sat on the floor holding her hand and Elijah sitting on the couch with her and Rebekah's legs in his lap.

Y/N smiled falling asleep feeling safe as her lovers made a promise to try harder to keep her safe while it would take Hayley a long while to earn their favor again.

[coollemonsaresour]

Promising Hands

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Child reader x Romanrogers  

Warnings: blood, Injured child, violence, angst, but fluff. THIS SUCKS, it was a rush job, and is not edited 

Summary: One Red-head Russian, One Cool Ranch Dorito, and a mission that can change their lives forever.

Word count :1458

A/N:  Spare me I have not written in awhile.  this has been in my drafts i have just be to S H Y to post them. oh, and request are open.

Request?: NAH!!!!!!!!!!! DIS WAS ALLLLLL MEH .  Spare me i have not written in  awhile. 

“Steve this floor is clear, I'm moving to  Sub-level one.” The Russian spy said, pressing and releasing the button on her earpiece. “Okay, be careful.” She then rolled her eyes with a scoffed and pressed her earpiece. “When am I not?” She said, continuing down the flight of stairs. “I can think of a couple of times,” he said in a seductive voice. “You know what Rogers, I have work to do, you should do the same. “Whatever you say” she then turned “Mmhmm'' she said with her guns raised starting down a hallway. She then came in contact with two hydra agents but shot them down effortlessly, each three times. Head. Chest.Stomach. She then saw a light flicker in a room down the hallway with its’ door cracked open.

 She walked down the hallway and pushed the door open with her gun ready for any danger. The room looked like a messy lab, things were everywhere, the computers were destroyed, chemicals and serums spilled on the table as if they were in a rush. 

 An agent then came behind her and wrapped his arms around her neck, making her drop her gun. Nat countered by elbowing him in his face and then kicking him in his chest through a glass table, then grabbed her gun. When he attempted to get up she shot him twice in the stomach. 

She then heard a gasp and snapped her attention toward the sound raising her gun once more. She then slowly proceeds toward the table. She leaned over the table and looked under it to see a little girl about 3 or 4 with her knees curled up to her chest and her head buried in her crossed arms. 

 “Hello,” Natasha said in a calm and friendly tone, which is very unlikely for this assassin. The child then looked up and flinched trying to scoot back farther. When she backed against the wall, she snapped her focus back at the women. 

 Her e/c eyes were met with fiery red hair and emerald green eyes, which were comforting. She gasped when she saw Nat’s gun. “H-hey, it’s’ okay, I won’t hurt you,” Nat said, putting her gun into the holster.  “What is your name?” She asked the girl “Y/n” the child responded barely above a whisper.”That is a beautiful name, I’m Natasha, now let's get you somewhere safe.” 

 “N-no more b-bad people?” The little girl asked, voice is full of insecurity. “No more bad people,” Nat said reassuringly. “You promise?” “I promise” “How can I trust you?” “We promise to protect you from bad men always, and if you give me your hand I promise to never let it go, Okay?” “Okay,”  

At the moment, Nat knew that she was immediately attached to the wounded girl. What wounded girl!?! Nat was too distracted by the girl to realize the blood-soaked shirt and the growing crimson pool around the girl. Without hesitation, Nat grabbed the little girl and rushed out of the room.  “ Hey Steve I found Hydra’s project and she needs medical help.” “She?... It’s a person?” “Yes and she needs medical evac, keep up Steve.”  

The little girl wrapped her arms around Nat’s neck and her legs and her waist. When they got outside the little girl buried her face in Nat’s neck to avoid the blinding light in the sky that was unknown to her, Nat could help but think of how cute the sight was.  

Nat felt the body go limp and started to run faster. When she reached the quinjet, Nat carefully laid the unconscious girl on the floor and then examined the little body. The little girls were very pale, hardly breathing, and had lost a lot of blood, multiple cut wounds, a very big and deep stab wound. It looked like someone tried to kill her, in the mist of their base being invaded.

 Nat found a cloth and started applying pressure while Steve flew the jet as fast as he could. With one hand Nat tried to stop the bleeding, and in the other she held the child’s hand, keeping her promise.  

 When they arrived, Nat ran with the little girl straight to med bey, there she found Bruce, who was talking to Dr.Cho. “Hey Na- who is that?” he asked immediately getting a gurney. “Hydra’s project, and she needs help,” Nat stated, placing the girl on the bed, still holding her hand. “Bruce, help her please, she stopped breathing like a couple of seconds ago.” she said still holding the girl’s hand, following the gurney down the hall toward the O.R. when they reached the doors of the room nat was stopped by a nurse, the sudden action causing her to let go of the girl's hand.    

“ No I have to stay with her.” she said, trying to push past the doctor.“ Ma’am you should let the doctors do their work.” the nurse said, trying to block the doorway. Nat was getting angry, and trust me you do not want to make Natasha Romanoff, aka the Black Widow angry. “ No she needs me. I have-,” “Ma’am, please, listen to me-” “ NO! You listen to m-” “ Sorry nurse, I’ll take it from here” Steve said, cutting off Natasha and pushing her away from the door  to a wall in the hallway.   

“Steve, babe, no, I-i h-have to be in there, I-i need, i need to hold her hand,” Steve looked at her with a sad expression “She was scared, and I know what it is like at that age, when your in a situation you don’t want to,  a-and have horrible people do bad things to you and make you do bad, bad things.” she stated with worry.  

Steve gave her a small smile and then pulled her into a hug. He knew that she was referencing the red room, and how she hated what they did to kids at such a young age and how it was scarring. ���Nat, everything will be fine,” he said, stroking her hair, all she did in response was give a nod. “Why don’t you go take a shower and get something to eat and come back down, and I will be here when they finish with her in the recovery room.” he said pulling away from the hug, she just nodded again and walked down the hall.   

When Nat came back down to MedBay, (y/n) was out of o.r., and in recovery. She walked into the room to see the girl connect to all different monitors, an IV, and a breathing tube in her nose. Steve was asleep on the armchair next to the bed with one of his hands resting on top of one of the girl’s. That made Nat smile softly. 

 She was walking around the room reading Bruce's analysis, and that's when Steve woke up. “You look refreshed” he said stretching, his voice still groggy.  “Yeah after showers, eating, and debrief, I was really tired, and took a cat nap,” she said, kissing his forehead. “How’s she doing?” Nat said, holding the girl's other hand. “M’kay, but my tummy hurts.” the girl said with a small smile, Nat and Steven happily returning  it.  

That a was 4 and half months ago 

 Y/n woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavy, and tears streaming down you  face. A bad dream. The small girl got out of bed and walked down the hall.  Three doors down, make a left, first door on the right.   

Being the trained ex-assassin/spy she is, as soon at the door opens she lifted her head to see who it was. “Y/n, hun, why are you up?” she said concern taking over her face.  “I had a bad dream” she whispered.  “M’sorry babes, do you want to sleep with me and daddy,” she asked giving the little girl grabby hands. The girl gave a small smile, and nodded her head, walked over to Nat’s side of the bed and climbed in. the girl got under the blankets and and cuddle closer to Nat and she held you tight, and buried your face in her chest.   

“я люблю тебя, детка” she planting a kiss to the girls forehead. “I love you too mama” the girl replied with a small yawn. Steve then rolled over, moving closer to the pair, wrapping a protective arm around Natasha and y/n.“ I love you y/n/n” he said. “I love you too daddy.” “My two favorite girls,” “Good night babe” he said to the redhead, giving her a kiss. “Good night baby.” she said, returning the kiss. “Good night y/n” they said at the same time, kissing your head. “Good night”. 

я люблю тебя, детка~ I love you Baby

FIN                                                

[yutahoes]

Devil Inside

pairing : childhood friends! Yuta x Y/N

genre : fluff, horror au, smut but not detailed

word count: 5.6k words

warnings: fuckboy Yuta, calling someone a 'goth girl', horror movies, Yuta becomes an incubus, too much blood, raw meat eating, flesh eating, human organ eating, slut shaming a minor character, calling Yuta a whore, killing, mention of male molestation, mentioned teacher-student intercourse, shirtless Yuta, mentions of breeding, mentioned kitchen sex, mentioned shower sex, mentioned rough sex, Y/N getting wounded, skipping classes, Yuta as a murderer, a cambion. In other words, this is disturbing and problematic.

a/n: Inspired by this set of pictures and the movie Jennifer's Body. This is my first time writing a horror themed AU and this is badly written. I just can't stop thinking about this so for me to do something productive today, I had to post this. 😂 This has uncomfortable theme so please read in moderation. I went crazy over this, sorry. Feedback is highly appreciated. 😘

You and Yuta had been friends since forever, stemming from the history of your parents being friends and all since college. Your home is his home and you have your own room in his house. Staying together inside one room isn't a problem, your parents trusted you both but growing up is different. 

You had to admit that you grew up leading a boring life, too bookish, and didn't even interact with your classmates. Yuta, on the other hand, has always been the life of the party, the school superstar, the popular guy. And that huge difference created a wall between your friendship. 

You didn't know when it started, it just did. He started hanging out with the cool kids while you were left in the shadows. You can't really get mad at him, that's growing up. And he didn't change when it was just the two of you. 

When your parents would go abroad for their business trips, Yuta would check on you every night. If you have eaten dinner, if you've locked all the windows, or if you knew the number for the police station or the fire station in case something happens. He's still the same Yuta. Your childhood friend, Yuta. 

"Did you do your assignments?" He asked, not removing his eyes from the TV where he's watching a horror film. This is something that he can't do at their home or his mom would freak out. 

You rolled your eyes, answering a 'Yes, abeoji' while opening the fridge to see what to have for breakfast tomorrow then whining since there's more raw food in there than easy-to-eat foods. "I'll probably skip breakfast tomorrow." You said more to yourself, already thinking to wake up early and just get some waffles from the shop near the bus stop.

"Just leave the back door unlocked, I'll cook breakfast for you tomorrow." Yuta claimed that made you look at him. 

You raised your eyebrow at that. "Weird that you're here." You started then sat next to him on the couch, "No date?" He showed a screenshot of her photo, a different girl than yesterday. She was wearing black, with black eyeliner, and a pierced eyebrow. "She looks like a goth. Is that your type now?" 

"She's hot!" He exclaimed and you just nodded at him. "And she wants to meet at 11 pm so yeah." That was a weird time to meet up. But you didn't react and just focused on the TV just as the jump scare happened. You quickly hid your face on the throw pillow, blowing heavy breaths that made the guy next to you laugh. You hated horror, hated blood, and you're convinced that Yuta is doing this to scare you. "I'll get going." He said, standing up. 

"Can you close the TV first? Or stop the movie, at least?" You said, face still behind the pillow. He laughed then closed the TV, engulfing you in darkness that made you more scared. The bloody face from the TV earlier flashing on your mind. 

"Sorry Y/N. I promised not to scare you like that again." You heard him say then felt something warm on the top of your head followed by a smooching sound. He patted your head, "I really have to go. I'll see you in the morning." 

You waited for the sound of the door closing before you removed the throw pillow from your burning face. He kissed your head, right? You felt that. Why would he do that? Does he know that you have a crush on him? Or is it just his manwhore ways? But why you? You screamed at the throw pillow, cursing at Yuta for being the charming guy he is. 

You cannot deny the fact that each day, your feelings for Yuta had to grow. Who are you to blame when he's getting more handsome each day? And you're just a girl who has a weak heart for him. The image was still vivid in your mind, the first time you watched a horror movie and you were already crying in fright ten minutes into the movie. "I will protect you, Y/N." And you believed that. Yuta is always there to protect you. 

A loud bang can be heard that made you wake up in your sleep. You listened for other noises and heard footsteps, someone is inside your home. The first instinct is to call Yuta but what if he's in another place, you cannot trouble him. So you just took the baseball bat he lent you for this circumstance, repeating in your mind the number of the police station. 

You quietly tiptoed down the stairs and saw the light of the refrigerator open. Is it a food thief? And how did he come inside your house? You can see a trail of blood on the kitchen floor that startled you. The bat was dropped on the floor when you saw someone seated in front of the refrigerator. "Yuta?" 

He was covered in blood, eating the raw beef as if starving. His eyes were blood cold and you stepped back in fright. He looks like a monster. What kind of a crazy dream is this? You have to do something to wake up. Anything to wake yourself up. 

And as stupid as you sound, you hit your head with the bat that was on the ground. 

You opened your eyes, the sunlight hitting your eyes and your head aching real bad as if something hit you. You groaned while stretching then remembered your dream. Yuta. Your kitchen. Quickly, you ran to the kitchen to see Yuta’s mom cooking something. “I’m glad you’re up. You’ll be late for class.” 

“Auntie, where is Yuta?” She shrugged, saying that he didn’t even go home last night. It was a normal occurrence, that’s part of Yuta’s social life. “I’ll just prepare for school.” When you glanced at the couch, Yuta’s baseball bat was there. Weird, isn’t it supposed to be in your room? 

You had a nice breakfast, thanks to Yuta’s mom, and enough time to go to school. The first thing was to get your books in your locker and walk to class, avoiding some of your schoolmates who block the way. Before you can get inside the room, you see Yuta passing by opposite your way with a new girl in his arms. You knew her, the cheerleader, the basketball team’s girlfriend. Wow, she reached the soccer team now. When your eyes met with Yuta, you were reminded of him seated on your kitchen floor. Filled with blood and with dead cold eyes. You shake your head. That was a dream. You shivered. A very vivid dream. 

It was a normal boring school day, a typical day that it surprised you when Yuta wrapped his arms around you then leaned closer. “I need your help.” A curious look was etched on your face. “Math. Help me study for the exam tomorrow.” You nodded, removing his hand from your shoulder. “Why?” He asked before putting back his hand on you. 

“I just don’t want your girlfriends to misunderstand.” Yuta chuckled then pinched your cheek. “Yuta, stop it. It hurts.” 

He smiled. That breathtaking smile which makes you weak for him. “Sorry.” He whispered then leaned to place a kiss on your reddening cheek, startling you. Your eyes widened at his actions. What is wrong with Yuta? “You do know that I like you more than I like those girls, right?” What? Your heart kept on beating wildly against your chest that you’re scared he might hear it. “I’ll see you later, Y/N.” 

Once you breathe in, without realizing that you’re holding your breath, you saw everyone’s eyes were on you. Oh no! This is trouble. 

You went home early, trying to stay away from your schoolmates. You don’t want to talk to them and explain that you’re friends with Yuta, that will cause some damage to him. But why did he do that? You tried raking your brains for an answer but you can’t seem to find the right one. So you just shrugged it and maybe ask Yuta when he gets to your house. 

It’s late at night. You finished reviewing the whole chapter for your exam tomorrow yet Yuta is a no show. You lightly glanced at the house next door, seeing that the living room lights were on. Their car isn’t in the garage, meaning his parents are not at home. Then you saw the silhouette of someone making out on the couch. Oh, his ditching makes sense now. You closed the door and made sure to close the light, ready to get a good night’s sleep. 

You opened your eyes in darkness, the clock reading that it’s almost 4 am. You felt thirsty that you decided to go downstairs to get a cup of water, halfway through the stairs you can see someone on the other door’s yard digging up something. Curious, you put on a coat and exited the backdoor to check on it. The same Yuta, covered in blood, and this time you knew you weren’t dreaming. 

“Yuta?” You called but he kept digging. Blood mixed with the soil and the most horrible thing you can see, limbs. “Yuta.” You called once again, even holding his shoulder to make him look at you. He kept covering the body with the soil, even covering it up with a large pot. What has he done? This isn’t the Yuta you know and it scared you. 

“Y/N.” He called that made you look at him. The warmth of his voice is still there. “Help me, please.” He sounded broken. “I’m really scared.” The first time you saw this reaction on Yuta. He looks so fragile, so vulnerable. 

There’s a part of you that’s still wary of him. You have questions in your head that you wanted to ask him and you waited for him to finish his shower, while you make coffee for both of you, as you collect your thoughts. When he sat in front of you at the kitchen table, he looked like the Yuta you knew except there’s pain in his eyes. “Yuta.” You called, rubbing the side of your cup. “What…?” But you don’t know what to ask him. 

“I killed Miss Jang.” Your eyes widened in surprise. The assistant PE teacher? “We had amazing sex and then…” You shook your head. He had sex with a teacher? Wow, his man whoring is of another level. “You don’t understand, she’s been touching me appropriately for the past couple of months so I just gave her what she wanted.” 

A gasp escaped your throat. “She’s what?” He just stared at you. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“Do you think someone would believe me?” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

He shook his head. “Because it’s embarrassing.” You scoffed then rolled your eyes at him. “So you killed her?” 

“I ate her.” 

“Yuta, I don’t need the details of your sexcapades…”

“I ate her organs.” Your eyes widened in surprise. What? “It’s a craving after having sex with someone. I just want to eat something raw and her flesh can’t even satisfy me.” That explains why he’s covered with blood. 

The memory of that night came to you, when he was eating that raw meat from the fridge. “When did it start?” He answered last night and you were more surprised that it is true and not a dream. “How?” He shrugged. “What do you plan to do now?” 

“I don’t know.” He held your hand that was on the table, looking at you with pleading eyes. “Help me, please. I don’t want to kill another woman again.” You sighed. This was Yuta. Your childhood friend. The guy you like. You nodded before thinking how stupid it is to do this. 

The news of Miss Jang being missing is the talk in your class the next day but what’s more surprising is some testimony of the guys who were molested by her, like Yuta. You watched as your friend fiddled with his thumbs, obviously listening to your classmates. He actually did them a favor but something isn’t right. Why is this happening to Yuta? 

A sexual thirst, a thirst for flesh. Your phone showed a result called an incubus, a demon that pursues sexual relations with women. But why does Yuta keep on eating flesh to satisfy his craving? You stood up and decided to ditch class just to have the answers to your questions, finding yourself in the back of the library. The collection of forbidden books.  

“What are you doing here?” You immediately hushed Yuta as you got hold of a black book, opening it to reveal different pentagrams and illustrations of spooky creatures. “What is that?” 

“An incubus.” You said then sat on the library floor, Yuta following you. “Demons who attract women for sexual pleasure.” Before he could say anything else, “I think that was what is happening to you.” 

You visibly saw him gulp. “You think I’m a demon?” No, you don’t. 

“Possessed by a demon, Yuta.” You flipped the pages of the book to see about the different rituals on how to summon a demon. “Did you join a cult? Or even got drugged and was offered as a human sacrifice?” You stopped. That night. That girl. “The goth girl, you saw her that night. Do you remember what happened?” 

“We had sex.” You rolled your eyes at that, of course. “I told her I’m a virgin because she likes guys like that. We had amazing sex, mind-blowing sex.” You sighed. “Then I woke up on your kitchen floor.” That’s all he remembers? Finally, your thoughts are confirmed, it isn’t a dream. You really saw Yuta that night. “You were lying on the ground as well and I had to remove my shirt before carrying you to your room.” 

The thought of the shirtless Yuta carrying you made the blood rose up your cheeks. “You were covered in blood that time and the trail…”

“I had to clean that up before you wake up because you’re scared of blood.” You stared at him warmly. He had to think about that? “You saw me?” You nodded, sharing that he was eating that raw meat when you saw him. “Did I scare you?” If there was one person you cannot lie to, that would be Yuta. He can easily see through you. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I won’t hurt you, I promise that.”

You held his hand, giving it a light squeeze. “I’ll help you, Yuta. We can remove that demon inside you.”

The only conclusion you can come up with is to meet with the same goth girl he met before. Yuta remembered having sex with her and he was eating that raw meat as if really hungry so she might be alive, Yuta didn’t kill her. And you have to hurry because each night that passes, Yuta has someone to bury in the backyard. It's a female prostitute one night, then a drug pusher, followed by the girl in class who bullied you. 

It's becoming a huge issue in town, the disappearance of young girls, that your parents had to come home quickly worried about your safety. "From now on, go home early." Your dad ordered. "I'll ask Yuta to walk you home every day." How would they feel if Yuta was the one doing all these? 

He was worried about you joining him in meeting up with the girl, even repeating to you that he'll kill himself if something bad happens to you but you assured him that you'll be fine. It's not you who needed help now, it was him. You need to put a stop to this before another one gets hurt. 

The girl was laughing cynically when you asked her what to do to remove the demon inside your friend. "A cambion." She answered and you curiously gave her a look. "That's the goal of an incubus. Once there's a cambion, he will leave the body he's possessing." 

A cambion? All you need is to have a cambion so the demon can leave Yuta. You searched what it was and just facepalmed yourself. Fuck this! Will he be saved? 

----

"You want me to breed someone?" You shiver at his choice of words but nod, nonetheless. "How can I do that when eating them becomes part of the sexual process?" 

You shook your head then ruffled your hair. This is getting you crazy. "You know, this is your fault for whoring around. If you just had a fixed girlfriend then this wouldn't happen…" 

"Then why did you reject my confession?" You blinked twice as if it can clear what you heard. Did you hear him correctly? "I told you I'll marry you in senior year and what is your answer? I'm not marrying you, Yuta." He said while copying your voice, leaving you dumbfounded. "I was heartbroken that time so I started dating other girls then maybe you can finally notice me." 

"I thought you were teasing me that time." Your voice got louder that your mom knocked on the door asking if you two were fighting. He shook his head, smiling at your mom. When she closed the door, you just stared at him awkwardly. Once again, you had to ruffle your hair. This is so frustrating! "Just, make a baby with someone." 

You waited, biting your thumb as the clock struck 3 am. You haven't had the right sleep thinking of what might happen to Yuta then you saw movement in the yard. Quietly, you went out of the backdoor of your house and saw him outside, blood on his clothes. "What happened?" 

He shook his head. "Same." 

"Where is her body?" You removed your cardigan to wipe away the blood from his face and his neck. 

He looks tired, hopeless. "I left her body on a roadside." You gasped at that. "I can't save myself. I'll be like this forever." He can't, he needed to fight himself. Fight his urges. But even you knew that it was impossible. 

There was a flicker of light coming from their kitchen, someone was going to see you. They're going to see Yuta with a bloody shirt like this. "Remove your shirt." You ordered and he looked confused so you just ripped it from him. Shit, you just realized how this looked like when two booming voices can be heard calling both your names. Both your dads. 

"Where is your shirt?" Your dad asked, arms crossed. You're inside your house, both your fathers and mothers staring at the two of you. "And you're wearing only that outside?" You glanced at the thin nightgown you were wearing and Yuta handed you a throw pillow. "Please wear your shirt, Yuta." 

"I ripped his shirt, dad." You heard both your moms giggle. "Can we please not make a big deal of this? This isn't what you think it is." 

Yuta's dad sighed. "Our only concern is why bother doing it outside? We let you sleep in each other's room." What? 

"Are you exhibitionists?" Your mom asked and you gasped. Is that what they're thinking now? Your head aches, you didn't have any decent sleep yet and this ordeal with Yuta is making you lose your mind. Can't you just all talk tomorrow, not at 4 in the morning? 

Yuta held your hand, lacing your fingers together. "I'm willing to take responsibility if something happens to Y/N." Surprised, you glanced at him. Nothing happened, he knew that. What the hell is he saying so suddenly? "But can I please stay with Y/N tonight, uncle?" 

It was a surprise when your dad allowed you both to go upstairs to your room but you had to wait until they're in their rooms before getting your cardigan and Yuta's blood-stained clothes from the yard. Yuta was still seated on your bed when you went back to your room, staring at you with his misty eyes. 

He pulled you close, arms wrapped around your waist while his head was on your chest. "I'm scared." His hold got tighter. "I don't want to hurt anyone anymore." If you're frustrated with this, you realized Yuta might be in bigger pain than you are. You held his hair, threading your fingers along its strand. You've been together for so long but this has been the most intimate thing that you two had ever done. "You were right, this is my fault for hurting those girls. I used them for my self pleasure, to boost my ego. This is me getting punished for all of that." 

You held his hands, kneeling in front of him to see his face. "But you don't deserve this, Yuta." You held his cheeks as tears started falling from his eyes. "We'll do something, I promise." 

He pulled you up, letting you sit on his lap. The warmth of his eyes makes your heart beat rapidly inside your chest. "I love you, Y/N." Your eyes widened at the sudden confession, "I'm sorry for getting you dragged into this but I'm thankful you haven't left me yet." He hugged you, head on your shoulder and you can feel his warm breath on your neck. "I love you. I don't want you to leave me." 

You wrapped your arms around his neck. He's scared, you can feel him shaking. "I won't leave you, Yuta." You let him sob in your chest like a little child just wanting some warmth. And you realized, this might be just what he needed. 

Both of you skipped school that morning since you slept at 5 am, just laying next to each other. Your head on his chest, hands held together. It was him who first got out of bed, prepared himself, then placed a small kiss on our head before leaving your room. If only you could stay like this. But he had to go and fuck another woman tonight to satisfy his thirst, making your heart ache. Can you live like this? 

Your parents and Yuta were seated around the dining table when you went down for breakfast. "We were just telling Yuta that we have a business trip in Brazil." You nodded, used to it by now. "And because of the news around, it would be better that he stay here with you." Your mom suggested that it made you surprised. After last night, they're letting you live in one roof with a guy, unsupervised? 

"Mom. I can stay at home alone." 

"I know. But just to be safe." You're not even safe with their suggestion. "I know what you're thinking honey. You're a female and a male with raging hormones, it's alright with us." Yuta choked on the food and you hissed at your parents. 

Your dad coughed lightly. "We stacked some condoms just in case." 

"Dad!" 

"Honey, we agreed to let them have their freedom." You glared at your mom. "We really wanted a grandchild." It's your turn to choke at your food. Then it made you stop. If he breeds a human, the incubus will go away. This might just be your answer. 

---

"No, Y/N!" Yuta stated firmly after explaining what your plan is. "What if I hurt you?" 

You shook your head. You're not scared of that now but you're frightened for Yuta and the things that might happen to him if this continues on. The police started investigating the missing dead girls, it's only a matter of time before they can chase down Yuta. You held his cheeks, distress can be seen in his expression. "I trust you, Yuta." 

It was a crazy plan. When your parents left that afternoon, you stacked up some raw meat that the butcher thought you were throwing a party. Yuta didn't kill the first girl, the goth girl, and you're holding to that belief that Yuta can have some control over himself. When the night struck, you locked all doors to your house that would forbid Yuta from going out. 

"I'm giving you the last chance to back out from this, Y/N." You shook your head. "I'm sorry." He whispered, carrying you to the countertop of the kitchen. "If something bad happens, I'll kill myself. I swear." 

You giggled then wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "Then we'll be like Romeo and Juliet." He laughed at your reference before moving closer to plant his lips on yours. Your first kiss with Yuta. His lips were so soft and he tasted so sweet that made your brain hazy. 

When he slipped his tongue inside you and his fingers dug on your waist, you knew there's no way you can get out of this. You can feel his warmth in every touch, in every part of your skin his lips touched. He slowly undressed you, making sure that he's still Yuta and whispering promises that he wouldn't hurt you. He didn't at first and you refused to believe that you made love with him at your kitchen counter. 

The grandfather clock signaled that it is midnight. Yuta just pulled you down from the kitchen counter, turning you around, and thrust into you that made you scream. No foreplay, no kissing. You turned to see his eyes, those dead eyes. His hand held your neck, the other digging in your waist. You prevent making a sound, not wanting to alert his parents next door. His teeth dig in your shoulder, an excruciating pain that makes you bite your lip to prevent a sound. This is how he kills them. 

You tried to reach for the raw meat nearby, desperately trying to move out of his hold. You pushed yourself away from the counter, causing him to fall to the ground. You watched as he took the meat and ate it as if starved, like the first night you saw him in this state. Every night, he's like this. An appetite for sex, an appetite for flesh. 

And it breaks your heart that you can't do anything to help him. 

He ate five portions of the raw meat and you mentally told yourself to get some tomorrow for what might happen at night. You covered him with a blanket as he lay down your kitchen floor, kissing his forehead. You wanted this to stop, wanted him to be normal again. You clean the wound on your shoulder as well as the scratch on your side, hissing in pain as you put medicine on the bleeding part. 

You woke up with his warm arms wrapped around you, a kiss on your wounded shoulder woke you up. "Did I do this? I really did hurt you." He grazed his finger on the spot that hurt as you shook your head. He nuzzled his nose on your shoulder and you felt his warmth. "I don't know what to do anymore." 

"But Yuta this is better. We know that you still have control over yourself." You sat on the bed and he traced the scratch on your side. "When the clock struck twelve, that's when you started having that hunger. We're slowly knowing things about you now. We can do this together, Yuta." 

He nodded, watching you stand up then head to the bathroom. You were supposed to close the door when you felt him enter the same room. The warm feeling is back when his hands touch your body, in contrast to the cold water cascading down your body. You skipped class again because of the pain in your shoulder and he went to school. 

If this continues, it's better to listen to both your parents and just get married. Live together in a far city where you can start a new life, maybe you can give birth to Yuta's child and it will end his suffering. As you put new meat inside the fridge, you heard a knock on the door. Yuta came in with a distressed look on his face. "The police are at school. They were starting to suspect a student at school." 

"Did you do anything?" He shook his head, hands clasped together. "Just lay low for a while." 

"What if they found out that it was me?" You shook your head, that's the worst-case scenario. And you promise not to let that happen. 

He stayed at your house, particularly your room that night. When the clock struck twelve, you were pushed on your bed with Yuta pounding on you real rough. The moment you felt his lips on your neck, you rolled to the bed and reached for the raw meat on the bedside table. You breathed hard, you can do this. 

The police were doing their best, you had to give them that. And it scares you that they'll narrow it down to you and Yuta doing these things. The disappearance of the women stopped but the deaths were a mystery that the police remained to look for clues. It's been a couple of nights since you've done this with Yuta and every day, a new wound would appear on your body. 

Your parents came back from their business trip when they noticed the amount of raw meat in your fridge and the wounds in your body. You tried to shrug it off, saying that it's just your clumsiness. Yet, they never bought it. You cannot ask Yuta to stay over so you keep your phone in your ear, watching his room for movements. The moment the clock struck midnight, nothing happened to your surprise. He kept saying that he's fine, that he doesn't need anything, that he's still Yuta. Maybe an off day.

You slept relieved but woke up with the sound of police sirens. You glanced at the window outside and saw the yard next door being dug out by your dad and some men in uniform, Yuta's dad watching nearby. How? You ran downstairs to check on Yuta but your mom quickly told you to stay inside. "We're sorry, we trusted you to a murderer." 

"He's not." You shouted trying to see from the window. Yuta was handcuffed, a large man holding him in place. He shook his head when your eyes met and the sight of rotten decaying bones caught your attention. 

Your stomach churned and you vomited on the kitchen sink, your mom helping you by rubbing your back. "He's such a sweet child. What happened to Yuta?" Your mom asked and you itched to tell her that it's not him. A devil inside him.

Your eyes widened at the realization. Nothing happened last night. Now, you're having this weird feeling in your body. A cambion. And you felt yourself fainting at that information.  

---

It's been years, seven years to be exact when that moment happened to your life. Yuta's parents moved to a different town but you still see them from time to time, as well as your parents. When they found out that you were pregnant with Yuta's child, they immediately sent you away to give birth abroad. Your son was three when you went back to the country and introduced him to his dad. 

"Daddy!" Your son cheered seeing his dad walking outside the huge gates of the visitor's area. The older was grinning wide, carrying his son to where you are. He kissed you on your forehead and your son giggled, "Daddy, mommy said I can go to a big school this year." He nodded, letting the young boy sat on his lap. "Grandma and grandpa are going to buy me my bag." 

Yuta giggled and you noticed how the two looked very much alike. It was the exact reason why your parents warmed up on Yuta and let you introduce your son to him. "I'm sorry. But when dad gets out of here, I'm going to pick you up from school every day." 

You can feel your eyes water at that. The younger boy wrapped his arms around his neck, "When are you getting out of here?" You both sighed. It's always his question. 

"Just another three years, then we can be together." There's a lot of pain in his words. "You and mommy can wait for me, right?" Your son nodded. 

He reached out to hold your hand that was above the table. You nodded at him. You waited this long, another three years wouldn't hurt. He engaged in another conversation with the younger boy and you gazed at him, he looks better than the first few years he's here. 

"Time to get back, Nakamoto." The police officer said and your son hugged his father's neck, refusing to let go of him. 

This has always been a problem every time you visit Yuta. "Honey, we have to go. Daddy has to get back." You said quietly, taking him from Yuta. Your son glared at the big man behind his dad and he just turned his head to look at the wall. "Honey, let's get ice cream." You said quickly and the younger smiled at you. The guard turned around, asking what happened that his head was hurting. 

Yuta gave you a worried look but you just shook your head, putting sunglasses on your son. "Say bye to daddy." You whispered and he obeyed you. "I'll come to visit you soon." 

He kissed you on the forehead, "I'm sorry." Again. you shook your head. No one warned you about having a cambion and the risk it takes to be its parents. "I love you." But right now, your son and Yuta are the most important people in your life. 

"I love you, too." And you're willing to throw everything in the past just to be happy with your small family. 

[anime-academix]

Scars

Headcanon

Characters: Midoriya, Todoroki, Aizawa, Shigaraki, Dabi

Midoriya:

You know how hard he trains to become the number one hero and you’re his number one supporter!

But because of that, he usually ends up hurt as a result

You’ve lectured him several times that he needs to be more careful when training

He tries, he truly does, but he gets so into becoming stronger, a lot of the times he slips up

Whenever you’re made aware that he’s injured and in the infirmary, you almost always see a new scar forming on his body

Everytime he sees you, he can’t help but be ashamed of himself for getting himself hurt yet again

He gets kind of insecure of all the scars he’s accumulated over his time at UA already

It happens when you two are hanging out--after a major injury on his arm from the fight at the training camp--that you see the sleeve covering his right arm

You can’t help but trace the sleeve on his arm

He takes notice to where your eyes are and shifts uncomfortably, holding his arm with his opposite hand as he looks down

“Can I see it?” You question and he’s taken aback.

He hesitantly nods and lifts his arms up ever so slightly toward you.

Delicately, you pull off the sleeve only to reveal a huge scar, purple in colour, starting from the top of his shoulder to the bottom of his elbow

He will be on the verge of tears because he thinks his scars are ugly

You’ll put his hand in yours and plant kisses on the huge scar gently and work your way around to kiss the other scars on his arms

This boy will straight up start crying, which may even lead you to tear up a bit

You’ll ask him why he’s crying and attempt to wipe away a few of his tears

“My scars are so hideous...and I j-just have so many of them and--”

“Izu, listen to me. Sure, I don’t like the fact that you have scars because it’s a reminder of how much you get hurt. But that doesn’t mean they're hideous. They’re beautiful. Yeah, it’s a reminder of pain, but it’s an even bigger reminder of your strength and bravery. And I am so proud of how far you’ve come. I know I can’t heal them like Recovery Girl, but I will kiss every single one of them everyday if I have to. I love them and I love you.”

Hugs the life out of you while crying into your chest, repeatedly telling you how much he loves you

Todoroki:

Ever since you and Todoroki started dating, you knew he was insecure about the scar on his face

He’s only insecure about it because of the memory attached to the scar and it brings him great pain

You were the only person he could trust enough to talk about his past and this insecurity

Whenever the two of you are together, you can’t help but occasionally steal glances at it

You don't stare at it in disgust, it reminds you of the stories he’s told you of his past and you can’t help but feel a slight pain in your heart when you think of everything he’s gone through but also awe at how much strength and courage he has

He’s truly brilliant

He catches you staring at him

“What're you thinking about?”

He will immediately catch on that you’re looking at his scar and will subtly look away

“You...Shouto, will you look at me?”

He’s taken aback but hesitantly turns to you, exposing his scar again

“Can I touch it? Your scar?”

Doesn’t know how to respond to this unexpected question but nods his head slightly.

Trusts you with his whole entire heart

Your hand cups the side of his face as your thumb softly caresses the bottom of his scar

Instantly melts into your soft hand, finds comfort in your touch

Eventually you’ll find yourself sitting on his lap with his arms wrapped around you and your hand cupping his face

“You’re beautiful.”

A small smile appears on his lips as he looks up at you

“And your scar is beautiful” You added, pressing a soft kiss on his scar

The kiss will cause his cheeks to heat up which leads him to hug you tightly, his head against your chest.

“Thank you...I love you.”

“I love you too, Shouto.”

Aizawa:

It doesn’t bother him that much that he has an obvious scar under his right eye so he doesn’t think about it too much

He doesn’t think about it until he’s with you

But, it’s not a bad thing at all!

You’re a very affectionate person, especially when the two of you are alone

So when he comes home from doing hero work and/or teaching, he can almost always expect to come back to cuddles and kisses

It happens when the two of you are cuddling that you’re pressing kisses on him but stop when you get to his scar

Aizawa LOVES when you kiss his scar

No matter how many times you do, each time is always so special

You’ll trace his scar with the pads of your fingertips while his arms rest lazily around you

Your soft caresses are honestly enough to make him drowsy as his eyes close

You run your other hand through his long black hair, humming softly

A few soft kisses are placed on his scar

That’ll earn you a small smile from him as he opens his eyes

Will begin peppering soft kisses around your neck which will cause you to move your other hand and place it in his hair

He’ll remove his lips from your neck before passionately pressing them against your own lips

A hum of satisfaction will be heard from the two of you

You both adore these moments with each other. When the two of you are close, intimate, vulnerable but in each other’s arms. The moments where you both give and receive confirmation that you love and adore every single part of each other

Shigaraki:

Extremely shy when it comes to physical intimacy/affection

You're almost always the one to initiate it

Because you’re immune to his quirk, it’s a relief to him that he can touch you without having to worry about you turning into dust in his hands--that is WHEN he decides to be bold enough to touch you

Didn’t really care about his scars until you came into his life and he became self conscious about it

He honestly thought you’d think his scars were ugly so he would try to avoid moments of vulnerability with you

But you though the complete opposite

You can honestly see right through him

Happens when he gets severely injured after a failed mission that you have to patch him up

Kurogiri will bring him to your room where he’s in pretty bad shape

When it’s just the two of you, he’ll remove all of the hands from his body

Despite his injuries, he’s INSANELY nervous to be this vulnerable around you

No matter how many times you’ve seen him without the hands, he still gets anxious

Freaks out a little when you sit beside him to tend to his wounds

Becomes even more self conscious showing the scars on his face, especially the ones on his lips. He will shake his hair slightly to cover his face

At this point, you’re a little fed up with your own boyfriend avoiding you constantly

“Tenko…will you please look at me?”

The use of his real name will catch him COMPLETELY off guard 

Can’t help but turn to look at you, his head slightly tilted down

You’ll cup his face in your hands

“Will you stop hiding from me?”

“I have to...I need to.”

“No you don’t. Why are you saying that?”

“Because...I’m...not...I’m not attractive enough for you.”

“What? That’s bullshit. Why would you think that, my love? You’re beautiful, even more than that.”

Stares up at you, would honestly want to cry right then and there at your words

He was always so used to people calling him horrifying because of his skin and scars, therefore he became disinterested at what others thought of his looks because it was always the same. That is, until he met you

You’ll kiss the scar above and below his lips softly. You’ll brush the hair out of his face and place soft kisses on his cheek and below his eye

He didn’t mean for it to happen, but he’ll actually start crying. He will wrap his arms around your waist softly, moving his head to rest on your shoulder.

You'll wrap your arms around him, running your fingers through his hair softly as he sobs quietly

“Shh...I’m here. You’re safe.”

It was then he would know that no matter how many scars he had, you would love him and all of his imperfections

He would genuinely feel loved by you, a feeling he was not familiar with

Dabi:

I mean, Dabi’s scars are more than quite obvious (due to...A+ parenting, thank Endeavour!)

He honestly tries to act all tough, like his scars don’t bother him and pays no attention to it

Happens when he exits the bathroom from showering, shirtless and wearing a pair of sweatpants

He won’t say it aloud but you’ve observed that he’s more comfortable showing the entirety of his scars around you

You’ll wrap your arms around him from behind and begin kissing his scarred shoulder

Will genuinely think that you’re just being a little frisky, but that thought will be put to bed when you whisper that you think he’s beautiful

This will catch him entirely off guard

He’s never been called beautiful before

Turns around and looks down at you with soft eyes

“What are you talking about?” Will honestly try to laugh it off and pretend like it doesn’t mean everything to him that you just told him that

But you can read him almost too well so you know that actually has an affect on him

You’ll smile and gently cup the side of his face

You won’t say anything but kiss the scars on his face

He’ll roll his eyes, but you both know that he secretly loves your touches on his scars

[ssa-sugar-tits]

No One Special

Request: this one

Spencer x female reader where she’s a celebrity and they’re dating (secretly ofc) you can make it fluffy, angsty, whatever! ❤️

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Celebrity!Reader

Summary: You say in an interview that you aren't seeing anyone and inadvertently hurt your boyfriend, Spencer.

Content warnings: angst, swearing, insecurity, self-depreciation, crying, arguing/yelling, knife mention

Pattering, fitting rain adds to your gut turning mood as you try to figure out what you could possibly to say to Spencer. Deep seated guilt begs incessantly to make everything better but you just can't find the words good enough to fix what you caused a fragile crack in. You feel like there's a locked door in front of you and not a single key works.

~

"Here we are with Y/N Y/L/N!" Applause filled the room like a real life movie. You beamed and waved, showcasing your wide smile before you sat down.

"We are so happy to have you here with us." The interviewer, Missy Lakewood, grinned and turned to the eager audience. "Aren't we?"

More thrilling excitement showered the room, much to your appreciation.

"I'm happy to be here!" you chuckled at the sweet enthusiasm.

"Your last project was a big success and I'm certain your next one will be too." Smiling and allowing a lovely heat rise to the apples of your cheeks, she continued. "There is however one thing we don't really know about you. Is there a lucky someone charming our starlight sweetheart?"

~

Your bare feet pace around the floor of his empty apartment, sending chills to your core despite how warm it always is. You used the spare key to get in, planning to wait for him to come home. Spencer hasn't returned any of your calls or texts since the interview and it's leaving an intolerable burden on your back. But more importantly, you can't stand the thought of him being alone with his thoughts. He's never been good with his emotions-- he takes knives and stabs at his own gushing wounds. It had been his decision to keep your relationship private and you respect that but you took it too far this time. He must know how sorry you are, right?

~

"I see we're getting personal right off the bat," you joked. "If you must know... No, there isn't anyone special in my life at the moment.

"Well that is just everyone's loss, ain't it?" The belle joked. It didn't hit you until much later that you said what you said.

~

The door lock finally jingles and you jump with a horrible mix of anticipation paired with profound relief.

"Spence, I've been..." you trail off, your jaw dropping slightly when you see him. His usually dancing, filled with life but now red rimmed eyes look down to the floor.

"You're just letting yourself into my apartment now?" He exhales coldly. Taken aback, your lip quivers and you swallow the growing urge to cry.

"Spencer, I'm so sorry." You whisper.

"Did you mean it?"

"What?"

"When you said I was no one special. Did you mean it Y/N?"

The inescapable, sour taste of fear engulfs you. Opening your mouth to speak, you take in a sharp breath of air. And that's all it took, a split second of hesitation.

"Spence, how could you possibly think that?"

You're not even sure if you're audible, your avoiding words hovering in the air like a child afraid to step on glass.

"That's not an answer, Y/N."

~

Spencer was finishing up some paperwork when JJ strided into the bullpen, her new set of bright blue earrings swinging in the air, joyfully.

"Guess. What." She was smirking with eagerness and Emily gave in to her antics instantly.

"What is it JJ?"

"You owe me $40 and I'm getting a new pair of shoes!" She cracked a smile and awaited the brow-furrowed woman's response.

"Do I get to know why you're taking my money?" She retorted playfully, knowing it had to be one of the many bets they've placed.

"Y/N Y/L/N isn't dating anyone!"

Spencer stopped mid-breath and perked up to the women conversing, a lock of wild hair framing his face.

"What did you two bet on?" He asked, knowing the answer but wanting more explanation. He knew it was his decision to keep you a secret, there were too many threatening risks that came with his job and too many spotlight distractions that came with yours.

"Whether Y/N Y/L/N was dating anyone or not. Looks like JJ put me out $40," Emily explained, rummaging through her wallet. She turned to the still silently celebrating blonde. "So how exactly do you know this?"

"She was on that morning show, Good Morning with Missy, and Missy asked her if she was seeing anyone." She takes two twenty-dollar bills from Emily, going on with the story. "Y/N said, and I quote, 'No, there isn't anyone special in my life at the moment.'"

With eleven words, you managed to rip his fast beating heart out of his chest and crush it between your fingers. Of course he was no one special.

~

Your eyes widen and you spit out a ridiculously useless retort instead of reassuring your hurt boyfriend.

"Don't profile me, I am not a fucking suspect." Watery drops try to well up in your eyes but you strain to hold them back.

"Oh, I'm sorry Y/N." Thick, angry sarcasm coats his escalating words. "I wonder what it's like to be labeled something you aren't. I wonder what it could possibly be like to be hurt by something that someone you love said!"

He's the one fighting hot tears now. A dam breaks loose in you and yell back at him, feeling a rush you know you'll live to regret.

"What the hell did you want me to do?! I thought we agreed on protecting each other! No one can come after me if they don't know about me and no one can stop you from doing your job with shallow fame related bullshit, so tell me Spencer, how else am I supposed to answer a question like that?"

Reasoning jumps out the window onto a trampoline of bitterness.

"This isn't going to work out. Get out of my apartment." He screams internally at you, don't go. I don't mean it. You hear it in the back of your mind, rising from your heart.

Don't go Y/N.

You can work this out.

What you have is special.

"If that's how you feel, then okay. Goodbye Spencer."

It shocks you both to your core when you slam the apartment door behind you, not looking back as you leave. Each footstep on the stairs mirrors the deafening beating of your aching, remorseful heart. You arrive to your car and gasp loudly, hoping to halt the storming tears leaking from your scrunched eyes. How could you leave?

"So stupid!" you mutter, sinking your head into your shaking hands. "Fucking... hell...!"

Your sobs grow louder and uncontrollable without his kind soul to hold you. He'll come for you. He has to. Just another minute, it can't end like this.

The minute turns to ten.

Ten to thirty.

An hour.

"Oh my god," you finally whisper. "It's over."

You take a hand to the door handle, almost going back and telling him you love him. Telling him that he's worth staying for. He is someone special.

But you take back your hand, take a long deep breath, and drive away.

Who were you kidding? Two vastly different people like you-- two broken people like you.

Some things aren't meant to be.

~

masterlist

[catxsnow]

BELIEVE IN YOU G.L.

Request: Could u do a gar imagine where gar loses control and kills someone and the reader is the only one to come to his defence when the rest of the titans start acting differently around him. I feel like gar needs a hype man bc he's constantly second guessing himself.

Warning: mentions of blood, death, fluff, gar being a lil cutie as he does

A/N: I don’t really have anything to say so I guess I hope you guys had a good day/will have a good day. 

Word count: 3.2k

If there was one person in this world that you would trust with you life, it was Gar Logan. Gar was the kindest, sweetest person you had ever met in you life. He never failed to make you smile and he continuously showed just how resourceful he could be. There was never a time that he would give up, especially when it came to protecting his friends.

Gar never failed to to make sure that his friends knew that he was there for them. Whether it was out on a mission, or within the tower, he was there. When Rachel needed comfort, he was there. When Jason needed someone to talk to, he was there. When you needed a shoulder to cry on, he was there.

So when Gar lost control protecting you and his teammates, things changed. All Gar ever wanted to do was keep the people he cared about safe. He was still under the affects of what Cadmus had done to him, and keeping his tiger under control was far harder than it ever had been. He never wanted to hurt people, and yet he had no choice.

The mission Dick had you guys on was supposed to be an easy one. Something that just you and Gar could handle. Things had gone bad, fast. There were far more men there than expected and the two of you couldn't handle all of them on you own. A bullet passed through your suit and into your side. It was just a graze, but it was enough to slow you down.

Gar had no choice but to shift into the tiger if either of you wanted to make it out alive. While he had, he also didn't realize the lack of control that he had as well. When he saw one of the men try to grab you and shove you into their car, he had completely lost all sense of what was right and wrong.

The man that held you was mauled beyond repair. Those who hadn't already been taken down, were long gone. Gar, as the tiger, stood over the man. He hadn't looked at you, but the second his green fur was covered in blood, you weren't sure if you wanted him to notice you.

Finally, he shifted back into himself, realizing what he had done. Blood dripped down his chin, covering his neck and chest. His hands too were dripping with another man's blood. Gar finally looked over at you, petrified that all he would see in your eye is fear. You knew him well enough that this wasn't his fault.

The wound you had caused far too much blood loss and you were starting to sway on your feet. He needed to get you back to the tower, but he also feared of what the others would think.

He was right to worry too.

When you had arrived back at the tower, Dick and the others surrounded you with worry. They tended to your wound immediately, but as soon as you were patched up, all attention was on him. Gar had to explain that he had killed a man saving you.

Surprisingly, it was Dick that had taken it the worse. He had killed many people in his days as Robin, he had no right to yell at Gar for doing so. Not when he barely had control, Cadmus had done this to him, it wasn't like he wanted to do it. Yet, he was still yelled at for killing an innocent man. Even if he wasn't innocent at all.

When Dick stormed off in anger, Gar was the one that reminded by your side. You were passed out from being so weak, but Gar was just happy to see you alive. He grasped your hand in his and pressed them against his forehead.

Tears of shame and anger shed. He hated that Dick was mad at him for something he couldn't control. It wasn't like he had intentions on killing that man, it was the last thing that he wanted to do. He was already haunted by the others, he didn't need another on his list. Gar was furious at himself for losing control again.

But when he saw you getting taken, he couldn't stop himself. You were the person that was always on his side, he couldn't lose you. The tears got worse and worse until suddenly he was sobbing with dread. He had killed someone, that wasn't something that he could just take back.

The blood on his skin was dried up and he was acutely aware of just how disgusting he felt. Gar ripped his hand away from yours and bolted out of the room. He needed to shower, he needed to get rid of every trace that he had ever lost control.

It felt like hours that he was under the water, scrubbing away every drop of blood until his skin was raw. What would you think of him when you awoke? That was his biggest concern. Dick had already made his argument, and by the looks of it, Kori and Rachel were on his side. Jason would be too if he was still around.

Reluctantly, Gar turned the shower off and stepped out. A towel was wrapped around his waist as he sprawled out on his bed. The door to his room was open just ajar, but he couldn't get the motivation to get up and close it. That night wasn't suppose to have this turnout at all.

The creak of his door opening wider caused him to force his eyes shut, he didn't want to hear another lecture from Dick. "I heard you the first time, Dick."

"Didn't hear it from me." Gar's eyes popped open and he jumped up in his bed. You were standing in his door way, leaning against the frame. You skin looked pale from the blood loss and he could see your hands shaking.

"You shouldn't be out of bed," Gar scolded. He joined you at your side a swung your arm over his shoulder as he walked you his bed to sit. You winced as you sat, which didn't go unnoticed by him. It should have been him that got that bullet, not you. Things would have turned out completely different.

"Had to see if you were okay," You shrugged. Gar sat beside you. He didn't notice that his hands were also shaking until he saw them next to yours. You reached out to grab it, stopping the both of you. "Whatever Dick told you, he's a hypocrite for saying it. He's hurt a lot more people than you ever have, and ever will."

"He's not wrong though," Gar sighed. "I lost control. What if I had gone after you next? What if there were more people there? Innocent people?"

"Sleep, Gar," you finally spoke after a long pause of silence. You couldn't deny that for a split second, you worried that you were next. Gar would never hurt you, but the people at Cadmus? That was a different story. Your hesitance spoke loud and clear to him: you feared him.

You stood up from the edge of the bed, pausing at his side to kiss the top of his head. Gar leaned into your touch, soaking up every ounce that he surely wouldn't get again. How many more of these accidents would it take for him to be kicked off the team? How many more until no one trusted him again?

As badly as he wanted to avoid sleep and the nightmares that would follow, he couldn't stop the black void from taking over.

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Gar noticed the difference with everyone in the tower by the next morning. Dick refused to acknowledge that he was even in the same room. Rachel avoided his gaze, she never thought he would be able to pull what he had. Even Kori had trouble sparking a conversation with him. You were the only one to send smiles his way.

The entire day, he moped around the tower, sticking to his room as much as possible. This treatment that everyone was giving him couldn't last wrong, right? He knew that he had made a mistake and he was doing his best to correct it. But how do you fix something that can't come back?

That night at dinner, you had missed the presence of Gar at the table. It had been quiet since Jason left, you didn't think it could get any worse - but without Gar, it had.

You found yourself tossing and turning for hours in bed that night. Your wound still flared up in pain at every movement and would for a while. There was no way that you were going to be able to sleep, and you were sure the boy in the next room couldn't either. That was how you found yourself knocking at his door at three in the morning.

You stood there for several moments, wondering if he was sleeping or even if you had awoken him. Just as you were about to leave, the door creaked open and the small amount of light coming from the hall lit Gar up. He was in his boxers, but eyes wide awake.

"Figured you couldn't sleep either," you told him of your prediction. Gar opened his door wider for you to step in.

"Why'd you come here?" Gar asked. He sat down on the edge of his bed. His sheets were all messed up and you knew that he had the same problem of not being able to stay still. You hadn’t talked to him much that day which led him to believe that you had the same judgement of him as your teammates. 

"Because last time I couldn't sleep you came to my room and slept next to me so I could," you reminded him. It had only been a few months ago, but it felt like years. Nightmares plagued your for weeks on end before Gar finally offered you some sort of solution. You never expected it to work, but you had slept like a baby that night.

Gar huffed out a breath of air as a half smile graced his face. It was the first sign of any happiness you had seen from him all day. Gar remembered that night vividly. He could remember your scream of horror as you woke up from you nightmare and running into your room to see if you were okay. It was a simple gesture of seeing if you wanted him to stay, but you had never been more grateful.

"Did you come here for me, or for you?" Gar asked, finally meeting your eye since you came in.

"Mutual benefit," you shrugged. "It's just an offer, I can leave if you want to be alone." Gar's heart rate rose at your counter-offer. He didn't want you to leave, not when you were the only person that seemed to still trust him.

"Stay," Gar decided. You nodded, crawling into his bed as he turned off the light by his bed. Small cracks of light from the city penetrated his blinds just enough so that you could see the outlines of his face. The two of you laid side by side and quietness over took once more. "Thank you."

"You mean more to me than you know, Gar."

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You woke up to an empty bed and a sore side in the morning. Gar was gone and if it wasn't for you being in his room, there would have been no sign that you had even slept in the same bed.

The bandage that covered your side was shaded red and you knew that you must have popped a stitch sometime in the night. Whether it was before or after you got to Gar's room, it needed to be fixed. So, you left the warmth of Gar's bed as his scent lingered on your skin. You had no idea where he could have gone to, but you had a more pressing matter at the moment.

The door to the med bay was propped open as you stripped your side of the bandage. Blood covered your stitches and it was evident as to wear you had tore them. After washing it down, you braced yourself for the pain that would come with doing a quick stitch on yourself.

It didn't take long to fix what you had torn, but it wasn't a pleasant experience. Your eyes burned with tears as you held them back. As soon as you were done, you put a new bandage on and covered it back up with your shirt. No one needed to know that you had torn them, there was no need to cause worry.

"Where were you last night?"

"Fuck! Rachel! Don't do that," You scolded, hand over your heart to get it to stop racing from the surprise. She was sitting at the kitchen table with her feet propped up and a bowl of cereal in her hand. A coy smile was on her face, curious as to what you had been up to. "I was here."

"Your door was open all night and you weren't in your room," She continued on with a mouth full of food. "Did you just come from the med bay?"

"Yes," you rolled your eyes at her curiosity. "I had a few stitches rip, not a big deal." Maybe if you ignored her first question, she wouldn't push on with it. Thankfully, that was the case. Rachel didn't try to stop you again as you headed back to your room.

Although sleeping next to Gar once again had helped you sleep, exhaustion still wore you out. You worried about his connection with the others. Dick wasn't pleased about Gar's actions and you weren't sure if he would ever change his mind about it. Truth be told, you thought that he was just a little scared of Gar.

As kind-hearted as he was, he was powerful. Losing control like that, but against everyone would be devastating. Although you understood Dick's concern, he wasn't taking it well. 

You knew it too when you heard him and Kori talking about Gar.

Finally, when Dick's harsh words got to be too much, you had swung your door open with anger written on your face. He had no right to be saying that Gar was a lose screw to the team or that he was unsure if he belonged there anymore. Not after everything that he had done - what Kori had done too.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Your chest huffed up and down with frustration. "You're the team leader, Dick. You shouldn't be shunning Gar for his mistakes you should be helping him through them! Don't you think that he fucking regrets what he did? He didn't have control! You know what Cadmus did to him and you're not even considering the lasting effects!

"And you have no right to judge for accidentally killing someone when you've killed so many on purpose. If you wanna keep up at this self-proclaimed leader bullshit, then you better step up to the fucking plate because right now you're being an inconsiderate asshole.

"I would have died if Gar hadn't done anything. If you wanna kick him off this little merry band of heroes you have going on, then count me out too."

"(Y/N)!" Dick called after you as you walked away from all of them. You didn't turn back, but simply raised your middle finger at him. You might have been harsh to Dick about the truth of his actions, but he needed to hear it. Nothing frustrated you more than Dick not realizing how much of a hypocrite he was being.

The door to your room slammed with so much force that it rattled the walls. Dick clearly wasn't expecting an outburst from you - if anything he thought you would have been on his side. You were the one there, you saw just how vicious he could be when he didn't have control. Out of everyone there, you were the only to stay by his side.

Someone knocked at your door as you angrily paced around. "If you're here to talk, Dick, I don't want to hear it," You yelled. The door cracked open and you nearly slammed it back close until you saw the tuft of green hair peak through. "Gar," your voice softened. He slipped into your room and closed the door behind him.

Without having time to say anything, Gar had thrown himself into your arms with his head tucked into the crook of your neck. You didn't hesitate to hug him back. "Where were you this morning?" You quietly asked. He had heard everything you had said for him, but you didn't wish to talk about that at the moment.

"Woke up early, decided to go clear my head," Gar mumbled into your skin. Though he had slept better with you by his side, it still wasn't enough. But hearing you argue against Dick for him? That meant more to him than you could ever imagine. He never would be able to stand up for himself like that, and you had done it without thinking twice.

Gar woke up that morning with you in his arms. That hadn't happened the last time that you had slept with him, but it was a comforting change. The smile on your face as you slept warmed his heart like never before - you had never looked so peaceful before.

Reluctantly, he pulled away from you. You could see the exhaustion written on his face from his previous nights. Gar didn't deserve this, he was the last person in this tower to deserve something like this to happen. Your hand reached up to his cheek, thumb swiping away the tears that he didn't seem to notice.

"Thank you," Gar trembled. His eyes were red and his whole body seemed to shake with anxiety. "For having my back, I know it's not easy standing up to the people you care about."

"I care about you, Gar. It's easy to stand up for the people that you care about, no matter who it's against," You assured him. "This wasn't your fault, no matter what Dick says. I know you, I know in your heart that you would never mean to do something like that. I believe in you, more than you know."

"You mean more to me than you'll ever know," Gar repeated your words from the other night. It was the truth, you meant everything to him. He wished that he could express how much he truly cared for you - just as you wanted for him.

"Stay with me tonight?" You asked. Truth be told you didn't want to let Gar out of your sight. You didn't want Dick to try and lecture him again, and you certainly didn't want anyone to spoil this better mood you got him in. “Mutual benefit and all, right?” 

"I wouldn’t have it any other way."

[spookyboywhump]

This was gonna be longer but it was already Long. Follow up to This

CW: Kidnapping, bound and gagged, forcibly stripped (nonsexual), stabbing, needles, drugging

***

Gabriel didn’t know how long they drove for. He was getting increasingly nervous and uncomfortable though, it was hot in the trunk of the car, he felt like he was getting sick. He shifted as much as he could within the small space, his limbs beginning to ache from being curled up for so long. He wouldn’t have admitted it, but he did cry for a while, angry at his brother, the people he’d been handed over to, and himself for being stupid enough to end up here in the first place.

He knew he should’ve been terrified when the car finally stopped, he had no idea what was waiting for him, but he was more relieved than anything just to have the trunk finally opened. It was hard for him to get a deep breath through his nose but he tried anyway, thankful for the fresh air. Of course, that relief only lasted until he was pulled out of the car, dropped on the ground only to have the tape around his ankles finally cut. He didn’t even get a chance to get away though, he was roughly grabbed by the arms by the other two men, and even though he kicked and struggled with what little strength he had left, it didn’t do anything for him, and he was dragged through a doorway into what seemed like some sort of warehouse.

He wasn’t paying as much attention to his surroundings as he should’ve, more focused on angrily yelling through the gag and trying to get his footing so he could pull away. He wasn’t successful, and finally he was taken to a room, a bathroom where he was held down as the tape was finally cut from his hands and around his head. He was relieved to finally spit the rag out of his mouth, only to start yelling right away.

“Fucking let me go!” He yelled, struggling to get free from them. “I don’t know what the fuck you want and I don’t fucking care, just let me go!”

“Not happening kid. Now shut up and stop your squirming, you’re not getting away.” One of the men said sternly.

“Hurry up and help me get him undressed, the sooner we can get the collar on him the better.”

“The fuck are you talking about?! Get away from me!” He screamed, but finally he was pulled into a sitting position, one hand was tangled in his hair and the other arm locked tightly around his neck, making it difficult for him to breathe, much less try to fight them. The other man had to sit on his legs to keep him from kicking, using his knife to cut through his shirt so they wouldn’t have to bother wrestling it off him. As soon as he got off his legs though, he instantly tried kicking him, only to suddenly have the man plunge the knife into his leg, causing him to scream, tears welling up in his eyes. He knew the man had a knife but he hadn’t really thought about being stabbed.

He was stunned enough by the pain that he didn’t fight when his shoes and socks, and then the rest of his clothes were yanked off him, he was completely naked and that was when they dragged him over and shoved him under a shower head, in no time hot water was pouring down on him, he hissed in pain as it burned. His leg was bleeding, which for the most part was ignored as they gave him a quick wash, easily the most invasive and humiliating thing he’d ever experienced. Thankfully it didn’t last long though, and soon he was thrown a rough towel to dry off with, and then passed plain black clothes to change into.

He wanted to try and dart out the door, but he couldn’t even put weight on his leg at the moment and it was easy for them to keep him in place. He couldn’t get away when a silver collar was suddenly locked around his throat, the slight construction still enough to make him panic.

“Alright mutt, do you want to know what that collar does?” One of them asked as they finally stepped away from him.

“What the fuck are you talking about?!” He snapped, his hands flying up to try and pull the thing off. At the same moment though, he saw he held a small remote, which he pressed the button on, causing him to shriek as a painful shock was sent through his body.

“That is what happens when you misbehave from now on. Every time you act out, you’ll be shocked into compliance. Now shut the fuck up, we’ll fix up your leg for you and you’ll be fine.”

“I don’t want your help!” He snapped.

“And I don’t want to help you.” He said bluntly. “But I have to, so deal with it.” He said, and Gabriel glared at him, but stayed still to avoid another shock. They had a first aid kit on hand, and apparently the stab wound wasn’t “that bad”. Gabriel would disagree but he didn’t speak up, just squeezed his eyes shut and waited for this to be over. It didn’t take long thankfully, once it was bandaged up he was helped up, he couldn’t have ran so he had no choice but to follow, leaned on one of them for support.

Now that he was led into the main area of the building, he got an idea of exactly where he was and what he was in for. The area was made up of rows of cells, two floors worth. It reminded him of a prison of some sort. There were people in the cells, anywhere from one to three in the small space. His heart sank, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing was even real. He didn’t know if it was better or worse that he was taken to an empty cell, shoved inside only to have the barred door slide shut behind him, locked instantly. He collapsed on the floor, unable to hold himself up, and he turned around to watch them walking away, leaving him alone in this cell, left to imagine all the horrible things that may happen to him from here.

***

Somehow, the stab wound and the shock collar weren’t enough to deter him from acting out. He didn’t know what they planned to do to him but he fought whenever they got close, in fact he spent most of that first day getting shocked and hit for trying to escape the cell every chance he got. On the second day he started trying something new, which, while animalistic and desperate, was all he could think of, when someone tried to reach for him he grabbed them by the wrist and yanked them down, sinking his teeth into their arm and hoping it was drive them message home to leave him alone.

He thought he could fight his way out of this. He didn’t know why he thought that, but he tried, even with an injured leg and the constant threat of electric shocks he tried. Even though he was exhausted and starving he did everything he could, he thought all they would do was beat him a few times, but eventually, they tried something different.

It took two people to hold him down, even if he couldn’t run he struggled and thrashed against their grip, screaming at them to get off. A third knelt down beside him, roughly turning his face and leaning their weight on that hand to keep his head against his floor. They had a syringe in their other hand which was jabbed into his neck, he winced at the pinching pain.

“What the fuck was that?!” He yelled, but they didn’t answer as they finally got off him. He was breathing heavily, his heart pounding in his chest, he didn’t know what they’d given him. They left his cell and locked the door, but the one who had given him the shot stayed behind for a moment, giving him a cruel smile.

“Calm down mutt, you’ll feel better soon.” He said before he left him alone.

Gabriel doubted that, but only minutes later he started to think he may have been right as the drugs set in. Over the course of the next hour he didn’t feel as scared, or as angry. He didn’t feel the pain from his leg or the muscle pains from so many shocks from the collar. He didn’t even feel the hunger pangs in his stomach anymore, he just felt nothing, and as alarming as that should’ve been he didn’t even feel scared, just relaxed, numb, curled up in his cell and finally subdued.

Eventually they came back for him, and he didn’t fight this time. They were able to change the bandages on his leg and make sure he hadn’t been hurt too severely in the past struggles. He stayed still, he stayed quiet, and he was only vaguely aware of what they were saying, about how much easier this was.

When they left him alone all he could do was curl up on the floor, staring out the bars. Somewhere in his head he knew he should’ve been scared, or angry, just something, anything more than the absolute nothingness he felt now.

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Black And White (4)

Pairing: Saul Silva x reader

Summary: Things are finally getting back to normal when Harry offers to set you up on a blind date and Saul tells you to do it so as not to raise any suspicion. You don’t necessarily feel the same way. 

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“What is it?” he asks noticing your hesitation. 

“It’s gone. The wound is healed.” All that remains is fresh pink skin as if it were healed months ago. You’re scared to believe your own eyes. Maybe it’s a dream. 

“Is it better?” Sky asks barging through the door. You quickly back away from Saul but you doubt Sky had the chance to notice with how excited he is. He grinning from ear to ear already seeing the difference in Saul. 

“What did you do?” Saul asks with a dangerous tone. You watch him turn pale when Sky accounts for his night out in the forest tracking the Burned One. You should go but deep down you know Saul would like you to stay. Instead you try to make yourself as small as possible while Saul yells at Sky. It’s only for a moment before even Saul has to admit that it took guts to do what Sky did. 

“Get to class, idiot.” They hug and while Saul is never going to admit it, you know he’s proud of Sky’s courage even if what he did could’ve gone terribly wrong. Very slowly, Saul turns to you with a sigh. 

“I want to sleep in my own bed,” he says and you can’t blame him for hating the makeshift bed they made for him in the greenhouse. You wouldn’t mind getting some sleep either to be honest. 

“I’ll take you,” you offer thankful no one will question you escorting him back to his quarters after being hurt by a Burned One. Oddly enough, no one is in the corridors as you walk back but you still maintain your cover. It isn’t until you’re safely behind the locked door that you throw yourself into his arms feeling the last 24 hours hit you. He clings onto you just as tightly. 

“You can’t do that to me again,” you say voice muffled as you press your face against his chest. The smell of blood and grass serves as a reminder of what happened. Even if Sky managed to kill it, you still feel the anxiety and worry. 

“I won’t,” he says placing a gentle kiss on top of your head. Though your body cries for rest, you force yourself to strip down and head for the shower. Without another word, Saul follows you. Getting cleaned up before sleeping is definitely the best order to do it in. You cuddle up ready to sleep for days. A week passes before Saul is finally back on his feet entirely but it’s also been really nice to have so much time alone. Normally, he’s always working or having meetings with Dowling and Harvey but this week he mostly stayed in bed. Selfishly, you really liked it when you could have a slumber party every day. 

“I should probably join the others for dinner,” you say though making no attempt to move. It’s Saturday and you’ve been hiding under the duvet the entire day with music playing in the background.

“You probably should,” he replies staying in the same position as before. You know Harry has been blowing up your phone wondering where you are and you don’t want to lie to him so instead you’ve sort of been avoiding him even though it pains you. 

“I’ll go find Harry,” you state at last convincing yourself to get out of bed, “I’ll be back later.” You give him a quick peck on the lips before heading out. Down in the dining hall, Harry is waiting impatiently for you to arrive. 

“I’m actually surprised to see you here. I thought you might have gotten kicked out of Alfea since I haven’t seen you at all for an entire week.” He’s definitely not holding back. And he’s not being quiet either. His little outburst causes several pair of eyes to look in your direction. It’s unwanted attention for you but Harry seems to love it. 

“First off, don’t be a drama queen. You’ve seen me in classes and at training. Second of all, I’ve been really behind on homework so I’ve spent most of my time in the library.” You know the mentioning of library will keep him from asking more questions; he hates the library. In general, he really hates reading which works nicely for a specialist, considering most of our skills are learned training different techniques outside. 

“I heard you saved Saul Silva’s life.” Harry has already gotten food for you both at the table. You don’t realise just how hungry you are until you take the first bite. 

“I didn’t save Saul, “ you say in between bites, “Sky killed the Burned One. I just did the zanbaq.” If you would’ve had anything to say about it, you would’ve been out there hunting that thing but you know Saul would never even entertain the idea of you leaving. 

“That greenhouse saves lives every day and you’re part of that. You saved his life just as much as Sky did.” At that you sit up a little straighter feeling Harry stroke your ego. It’s nice to have that acknowledged but even if you could do nothing, you’d find something. You’d never be able to just watch Saul grow weaker. 

“Thank you. And sorry I’ve been MIA. I’ll do better.” He accepts your apology easily once again reminding you why you work so well as friends. He never hold a grudge or act mad for longer than five minutes. And he always accepts an apology. It’s a nice side of him that not a lot of people get to see. 

“I actually have a proposal for you,” Harry starts and you nod to tell him to go on. 

“I was talking to some friends from back home and one of them is single. How would you feel about a blind date?” You’re gobsmacked. A blind date? You hardly do “seeing” dates. 

“I don’t know,” you say instantly wondering what Saul is going to think when you tell him later. He’ll either find it funny or feel the need to punch someone. There’s no middleground when it comes to Saul. 

“Come on, princess. You need to get out more,” Harry tries and you’re not exactly sure how to spin a convincing lie. You can’t very well tell him you already have a boyfriend even if you wish you could. 

“I get out plenty, thank you very much,” you say pointedly trying to hide the smile that keeps trying to break free, “let me think about it.” He agrees not mentioning it for the rest of dinner. You and him decide to meet out on the training grounds tomorrow just for the sake of it before you sneak back to Saul’s room. 

“You’re not going to believe this. Harry wants to set me up on a blind date.” You laugh out loud but your laugh is quickly ruined by the silence. 

“Maybe you should do it,” Saul says keeping his eyes fixed on a crack in the wall. 

“What?” you ask even though you heard him the first time. Why would he want you to date other people? Is this his horrible way of dumping you? 

“I just figured it would be a good cover. No one will ask questions if they see you out with someone else.” You take a minute to think it over but no matter what angle you look at it from, it just feels wrong.

“Has anyone asked questions?” Not one person has ever questioned whether or not you were in a relationship and you highly doubt this will change anything. 

“I’m not saying they are, I’m saying they might.” 

“Let me get this straight. You nearly die almost giving me a heart attack and just a week later you want me to go on a date with someone that’s not you?” 

“I’m saying let’s keep creating a better cover story. Farah has been asking. I doubt she knows anything but just the way she worded it. I got worried. So, do this for me,” Saul explains but you’re still not getting it. He’d rather send you off on a date than admit to Dowling that he’s dating you. 

“Where are you going?” he asks watching you grab your stuff. 

“I’m going to go to my room.  Apparently, I have a date.” You can’t hide the hurt in your voice when you say it. Saul reaches out for you but you don’t take his hand. You hate that there’s so long until graduation where you can finally tell everyone you’re seeing him.

“Please don’t leave angry,” he pleads with you but it’s too late. 

“Enjoy staying in bed. I’ll go on a date with someone that isn’t my boyfriend.”  You are angry. He almost died and now his biggest concern is removing the spotlight from his relationship to you and you’re not here for it. You’ve accepted many things but you shouldn’t have to accept this. You don’t look back as you leave him too upset to handle the hurt you know you’ll see on his face. 

“You want me to go on a date? Fine, I’ll go on a date.” 

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Stay With Me (Pt. 04 of 09)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: Daryl found you surrounded by the dead, stuck in the backseat of a car. You were wishing for death to take you away for quite a while now, but, as you slid back and forth into consciousness, there was only one thing keeping you alive. Him, the man with blue, worried eyes and kind voice. Your beaten up body was ready to give up, too wounded and broken to keep going. But this man, who went out of his way to save your life is the only thing in the world holding you up. And, because of him, you feel something you haven't felt in a very long time: hope. Wherever he's taking you, you want to get there, and not only to be buried. For what it feels like the very first time, you want to live. He takes you back to Alexandria, but even there, the nightmares and the terror from all the torture and pain you've been through keeps creeping closer, and Daryl, your hero, is the only one who can keep that all away.

Warnings: Mentions and description (not graphic) of past abuse; post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD); some violence at the end of the story (a little bit graphic, but not so much); blood.

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Running Away

Twenty-one days. That's how long you've been in Alexandria. The days have fallen into a routine, slow, and filled with care. Daryl has been sleeping with you, and in the mornings you have your breakfast on the porch when it's sunny. Then, Carol helps you take a bath, changes the dressings of your wounds, and you're back in bed. You're speaking more with Carol, what makes her happy, you think. The wounds are still a problem. It still hurts a lot, but not as bad as before. And you're starting to get tired of staying in bed all day.

So today, after having your dressings changed and when Carol leaves, you stand up, eyes tightly closed to hold back the pain. Using the nightstand to support some of your weight, you move to the wall, using it to help you limp towards the door.

“Huh?” You hear a mumble.

“You're... Clean?” Carol asks, and you wonder what that's about. “You're clean.”

“I showered. What's the big deal?”

“Yes, you did... You showered yesterday too. And the day before...” As you reach the door frame, you try to understand what's this odd conversation between the two of them. “Actually, you've been showering daily for quite a while now. I wonder why–” She stops talking when you step outside, her eyes finding you.

Immediately, Daryl turns around, making his way over you. His eyes run through your body and you don't quite understand why he's cheeks are getting red. “What are ya doin’ up?” The moment he's close enough, you let go of the wall and hold on to him instead.

But Daryl acts weird, as if he didn't want to touch you. It makes you feel akward since you grew used to his touch. “What?” You ask, pulling away just enough to look down at your body, trying to see if there's anything in you that might have caused this reaction.

“Where are the rest of yer clothes?” He asks, trying to push you back into the room.

“This is what I usually wear.” Shrugging your shoulders, you take in the tank top and one of the lycra shorts Carol got you. It reaches about two inches above your wound, which means it barely covers your thighs. It never bothered you. Well, only when it's cold. “What's wrong with it?”

“Nothin’, nothin’.” He gives Carol an odd look before holding you again, his hands barely touching your sides. “Let's get ya back to bed.”

“No. I wanna go downstairs. I'm tired of being in the room.” You beg him, trying to resist as he pushes you back. “Please?”

“Put on somethin’ to cover up yer... Yer body. In case someone comes in.”

“I'll grab the blanket.” When you're about to move to get it, Daryl's moves first, taking the blanket and wrapping it around your shoulders, closing it on the front. He then picks you up, as he usually does to move you around, carrying you downstairs and carefully laying you down on the couch.

You quickly move into a sitting position as he settles down beside you. “Ya want anythin’?”

“I'm thirsty.” You don't want to keep asking people to get things. You want to go there and get them yourself.

“I'll get you some water,” Carol answers before Daryl can stand up.

She soon comes with your glass, and you drink half of it before handing over to Daryl, who puts it on the coffee table. Then, you move the blanket around, so it won't be a barrier as you lean on Daryl. But he flinches, seemingly uncomfortable. The way he moves away hurts you a little, and you sit up straight again, looking at him. “What is it, Daryl?” You ask, suddenly feeling odd, pulling the blanket so it'll cover your shoulders. “I just took a bath, I'm not dirty.” Your mind tries to find any other reason for Daryl to act like this.

“I know. Ya smell good, I jus’...” He moves a little, clearly nervous. “Yer using next to nothin’ and I don't wanna make ya feel uncomfortable.”

“I'm not feeling uncomfortable.” Furrowing your eyebrows, you try to understand what's the difference. You've been using this style of clothing since you got here. Denise told you not to wear anything that might squeeze the wound on your thigh, and Daryl has been sleeping on the same bed as you. Why is it different now? Then it clicks. He never really knew what was under the blankets you always have around you in bed. But you don't feel uncomfortable, not around Daryl. “I'm fine, truly.”

“Are ya?” He looks down at you after avoiding your gaze for a while. You wonder why he seems so embarrassed.

“Yeah.” Muttering, you give a quick glance at the kitchen, to make sure Carol isn't looking. Sometimes, she stands there, as if studying your interactions with Daryl, you're not sure why. You have the suspicion that she's actually studying his interaction with you. But she's not on your sight, probably at the sink or at the countertop making lunch. Turning your gaze at Daryl, you shrug your shoulders. “Can I?”

He breathes in deeply, and you see something snap in his eyes, like he's giving up trying to fight something. “C'mere, babygirl.”

You can't control the smile that comes to your lips as you lean on him again, carefully moving your legs up to the couch. “Daryl?”

“Huh?”

“Why do you call me babygirl?” You decide to ask, not because you don't like it, just because you really want to know.

He moves a little, restless again. There are a lot of things you still don't understand about Daryl, but you try to. “ ‘Cause yer young. And a girl.”

Doesn't make much sense, and it sounds like he just said the most obvious thing. “I'm not that young, Dixon.” It's weird how, all of a sudden, you don't want Daryl to see you as a kid. He does have to look after you, but it's just because your body is still broken... But you're getting better every day, and soon enough you'll be able to function like a normal person.

“Yer young compared to me.”

“You're not that old.”

“I am compared to ya.” He speaks fast as if he wants to shake this thought away.

Of the many things that have gone through your head since you spotted Daryl's blue eyes among the dead, age wasn't one of them. It's not like you haven't noticed the man is some, well, several years older than you, probably around two decades, but it was never important. You never thought this matter deserved attention. It doesn't change anything. “Uhm...” You mumble, an arm moving to hug his midsection.

“Shouldn't call ya that anyway.” He mutters, his chest vibrating under your head.

“I like it. I really do.” Daryl only calls you that when nobody else is around. When Carol or Denise are here, he always uses your name. And you like it. It's like a private thing, a secret.

Daryl only grunts in response, which makes you giggle. You both fall into a comfortable silence until Carol comes to the living room, sitting on the coffee and getting your attention.

“(Y/N), Maggie and Glenn got back from a run yesterday. They brought a wheelchair and I was thinking that maybe you could use it to take a tour around the neighborhood.” She says, glancing at Daryl and then at you. Walking it's still hard for your leg, and Denise still doesn't think you should try to. The stitches ripped twice after the first incident, and you're being extra careful now.

“I don't know.” The thought of going out there, where people will see you... You haven't stopped to think about it. Actually, you've been more comfortable with being inside the house.

“I'll be with ya. If ya feel like yer ready for it.” Daryl says, and it gives you just a little bit of courage.

“Do you think I should?”

“The group wants to meet you.” Carol answers. “They're curious about the girl Daryl cuddles with.” Her comment makes Daryl swift in his seat again, letting out a displeased grunt. “You will like them when you give it a chance. There's also Judith. That one will steal your heart in half a second.”

“Who's Judith?” You ask her.

“Rick's daughter,” Daryl says. “Lil’ Ass Kicker, three years of drivin’ Rick insane.”

“You have kids here?” You haven't seen kids since the world broke. Part of you thought it was better that way. Bringing a kid into the world as it is now is crazy. But here... Alexandria seems like a safe place. It seems like a good place to be if you want kids.

“A few, yes.” Carol states. “So? Can I have Maggie bring the wheelchair?”

Lifting your head a little, you give Daryl a glance. “It's yer call to make. Ya wanna go or not?”

“Only if I can meet Judith.”

“Alright then.” Carol stands up, clearly happy. “I'll get the chair and you put some clothes on because if you go out like that Daryl will certainly have a heart attack.”

“I would never go out like that.” You mutter, wondering what's the big deal with your clothes.

So you put on these loose sweatpants and a long-sleeved light blue shirt since the wind coming from your window is a bit cold. You're anxious when Daryl puts you in the chair, already outside. You can't help but look at the sides, suddenly aware of every human being here who's not Daryl.

“Ready?” He asks, and you almost say no. But you force yourself to nod, and he starts pushing the wheelchair.

You're shaking a little, hands clenched into fists. Maybe this was a bad idea, and everything you want is to get back to your bedroom, where nobody knows about your existence, where there's just you and Daryl and nothing else. People have been hurting you for too long, you don't think you can deal with them anymore.

“Ya ok down there?” Daryl's voice snaps you out, and you nod again. “Let's meet Maggie. She's the one who found ya this chair.” Daryl takes you near the walls that surround the city, tall and constantly under watch. He calls and the woman some feet away turns around. She's been talking to a small group of people, who also turn to look at you.

“Daryl.” She greets, leaving the others and walking over you. “And I believe this is (Y/N). I'm Maggie.” She reaches out her hand and you freeze, just looking at it. This is ridiculous. You shouldn't be out here. “Oh, it's alright.” Maggie retrieves her hand, giving you a small smile. “I've heard you've been through some tough times. I just hope you'll feel better now that you're here.”

Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you nod, trying to force some words out. “T-thanks for the chair.” You push out, hoping it'll be enough.

“No need to thank me. I just thought it would help you start getting to know the community.”

“Maggie!” Someone calls, and she turns on her heels to check it out.

“That one over there, in the blue T-shirt is Gleen, my husband.” She says. “Nice guy, judging by the fact I'm married to him.” She looks at you again. “Well, I gotta go. I hope this is not the last time I'll see you, (Y/N). Have a nice day.” With that, she waves and goes back to where she was as Daryl pushes you away, taking a different turn.

“She's nice.” You tell Daryl when you're far enough not to be heard.

“She is. You'll like her if ya give her the chance.”

You mutter in response, bouncing your leg a little. This place is amazing. Beautiful. It reminds you of simpler times when the dead used to remain that way. But the wall around you is a constant reminder of the dangers that must be kept outside.

Daryl introduces you to some people. You're happy you managed to say ‘hi’ and shake some hands, despite flinching away from their touch too quickly. He's very patient, pushing your around the town, using the least crowded streets. But half an hour later you're getting too restless, excited to go back home.

“I think I want to go back now.” You say when you see two people walking your way.

“What about Judith?”

“Oh...” You completely forgot about her. “Can we go now? Then back home.”

“Judith is Rick's daughter. Which means he'll probably be there.” Daryl warns you, changing direction. “Ya think ya can handle that?”

“Then we should just go back home.” You suddenly don't want to do it anymore. It's way too much for today.

“Listen.” Daryl stops, walking around the chair and crouching before you. “Ya trust me, don't ya?”

“I thought we reached this point where you don't have to ask me that because you know the answer.” Of course you trust Daryl. You'd put your life in his hands without thinking twice. You've already done that, actually.

“I know Rick reminds ya of one of those assholes, but he ain't like them. He's been with us for years. I trust him and so can ya.” One of his hands comes to touch your knee, and it makes you relax a little. “But I'll take ya back if that's what ya need. Not gonna push ya.”

Taking a deep breath, you nod, looking down. “Can't you... Can't you bring her to the house?” You're not ready, not yet. “I'd feel better there. Even if–Even if I have to meet this Rick.”

“Of course, baby–” Daryl clears his throat, shaking his head.

What's wrong with him today? “Babygirl.” You decide to finish it for him, reaching out your hand to touch his face. But Daryl stands up abruptly the moment your fingers connect with his cheek.

“Let's go.” He's soon moving you again, not saying anything else.

It takes five minutes or so until you're back home, feeling relieved to have these walls around you again. Daryl leaves you in the living room with Carol as he goes to get Judith. He takes a while, but you hear Judith before Daryl swings the door open.

“See that lady over there?” He says to the beautiful toddler in his arms. It's such a sight, seeing Daryl holding Judith. “She's dying to meet ya.” As he speaks, Judith's eyes find you and she smiles.

“Hi!” She mumbles, waving a tiny hand at you.

You didn't think you'd ever see a kid again. “Hi, Judith.” Daryl brings her to the couch, putting her down beside you. “How are you, little ass-kicker?”

“You goin to play with me?” She happily asks, reaching out her hand, which you hold, giving a little shake.

“Sure.” You can't help but smile. A smile that doesn't fades. This child is the exact opposite of everything you suffered. She's innocent, kind, and pure. “There's nothing here to play with.”

“Rick's bringin’ some–” He's cut off by a knock on the door. “That's him. ‘M gonna let him come in, is that alright?”

Holding your breath, you nod. As Daryl goes to open the door, you keep looking at Judith, the smile disappearing. “(Y/N),” Daryl calls as you see the two men moving to the living room. “This is Rick, Judith's father.”

“Hi, daddy,” Judith exclaims.

Slowly, you raise your eyes, sinking a little into the couch, as if it could put more distance between you and that man. “Hi.” You whisper, not sure if he can hear you, so you say it again. “H-hi. I'm (Y/N).”

“It's nice to meet you, (Y/N),” Rick says, exchanging a glance with Daryl. “I brought these blocks Judith likes.” He slowly steps forward, and you finally notice the box he's holding. He leaves it on the couch between you and his daughter before stepping back. “And I want to apologize for our first meeting. I didn't know... Well, I'm sorry.”

“It's ok.” The words are still getting caught in your throat. Rick does look like that man, but he isn't him. The beard is pretty much the same, but the eyes are different. More kind. But then again, some of them did seemed to be kind in the beginning. It didn't last long though.

Judith opens the box and starts taking all the colorful blocks out, throwing the empty box on the floor.

It's a weird feeling to do this. Playing with a kid, building houses and castles, imagining people living in them. The rest of the world goes away for a while, and you're surprised by the smiles that keep finding their way to your lips. Every time Judith says or does something, you can't help but be mesmerized. It makes you think that maybe, just maybe, sometime from now, you could have a kid of your own. You always wanted to be a mother, before the world came crashing down, but you haven't given it much thought about it after. It was useless anyway. There wasn't a place like this, safe, where you could fancy such possibilities...

Your eyes suddenly find Daryl, seated on the kitchen table talking to Rick. In the back of your mind, you wonder if Daryl ever thought about having kids too. He does seem to like Judith, and she likes him too. Like he's being called, he looks straight at you, and you sustain his stare for a while before Judith claims your attention.

Shaking your head lightly to push these thoughts away, something else comes. The way Daryl suddenly started acting weird. Earlier today on the couch, and when you touched his face. It doesn't matter how hard you try to understand him, you can't. You need to talk to him, to ask what's wrong.

Judith stays with you all day, only to be taken by her brother Carl when the night has already fallen. So you have dinner before going back upstairs, fixing the blankets around you, and waiting for Daryl. But after an hour, you wonder if he'll even come.

So you push all the blankets away, ignoring the cold that quickly creeps over your skin. By the time you reach the hall, you realize you don't know where Daryl's room is. Why didn't he come? He always does, you don't have to ask. Did he forget you? Is he mad or something? Using the walls to help you walk, you move down the hall, a low groan leaving your lips when a sharp pain spreads through your torso.

“What are ya doin’?” His voice comes from behind, so you stop, leaning against the wall. Daryl reaches you a couple of seconds later, and you're quick to notice how he holds both your arms, keeping a distance in between you. “Come. I'll help ya get back.”

“I'm alright.” You mutter as he easily picks you up again, carrying you back to bed.

“Ya still need to be careful.” He simply says, standing back up once you're comfortably lying down.

“Daryl, I need to talk to you.” Sitting back up, you decide to just say it, put the cards on the table.

“Ya need anythin’? I can get ya–”

“No, I... I just need to understand what's going on.” You didn't want to interrupt him, but you get the feeling he's trying to run from the conversation. “From this morning you've been acting weird, like... Like you're suddenly trying to avoid me...”

“Ain't tryin’ to avoid ya.” He shifts his weight from one leg to another, looking down.

“Yes, you are. Don't you...” Running a hand through your hair, you try to come up with the right words to describe something you don't know how to. “Don't you like it when I touch you? Don't you–”

“I'm goin’ on a run with Rick.” He bursts out, not allowing you to finish. “I'll be leavin’ tomorrow mornin’ an’ it'll take four or five days.”

He sounds mad, angry even... He told you he usually goes on runs, but he hasn't left since you got here. You never thought about this, having to deal with Daryl being... Somewhere else. “Daryl, why–”

“I gotta get my stuff ready.” He then turns around and walks away. “Have a good night.”

And he's gone. He's gone and the tears immediately start rolling down. You're lost, disoriented. A different pain makes pressure in your chest, crushing you, pushing you back into the bed. Something happened. You must have done something, even though you don't know what it was. Covering your mouth with one hand to hold the sobs that come, you wonder how are you supposed to do this.

How are you supposed to endure the night? How are you supposed to be without him? You're not ready yet. What if he doesn't come back? What if he gets hurt? What if he got tired of taking care of you day after day? What if he doesn't want you? Your touch, your hugs, you.

He's tired of you. This fragile, broken thing you are. He saved you, yes, but it doesn't mean he cares for you. Maybe you misread things, and your feelings blinded you. And maybe he doesn't feel anything for you. Only pity.

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Bird in the Bathroom Pt 1

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1,452 words | Original Work: Bird in a Box

Content | BBU (adjacent), recovery whump, winged whump, nonhuman whumpee, past abuse/torture implied, bruises & other markings, disassociation, profanity

Xe picked up the glass of water—then, thinking of the mess shattered glass might make, xe switched it for a bit of pepperoni. Xe placed it in the Pet's hand.

"You have permission to eat," Lemon said softly, looking hopefully at the bird person's face, cradling their hand. Please, isn't there any life in you? Somewhere beneath it all?

Their fingers twitched. Lemon started, looking down. Their fingers slowly curled around the pepperoni. Lemon breathed out, not daring to speak. The hand closed all the way, and then they stopped.

"Okay," xe said softly, setting the hand back down, hoping xe could take that as a sign that they had some will to live. "I don't think I have any straws, so..." Xe picked up the glass, bringing a hand under their chin as xe lightly pressed it to their lips. "I'm going to tilt your head back so the water goes down alright." Here's to hoping I don't drown them.

Lemon lifted the person's chin. Their mouth parted slightly—whether involuntarily or not, xe weren't sure, but xe let a slow trickle of water out of the cup. When water escaped and slid down their chin, xe murmured, "Sorry, sorry."

But they drank, eyes lidding halfway. It was a huge weight off Lemon's chest. If they were trying to die, they wouldn't have drank, right?

Lemon eased the cup away, not wanting to overwhelm them and unsure whether they wanted more. "Good job," xe said with a smile.

The effect of the words was slight but immediate. Their eyes dropped close and their fingers went limp.

Lemon winced, a ball of guilt in xir chest. Shit. The Box Boy industry was big on punishment and praise for 'training,' wasn't it? The person probably had a litany of triggers from words and phrases alone. Xe set the cup down and sat down all the way, considering the Pet in xir bathroom.

"I understand if you're afraid of me," Lemon said softly. "I'm big and kind of scary, and of course you can't trust a stranger. Though, I actually thought you were some kind of bird of prey when I first saw these—" Xe found xemself reaching to touch their feathers and stopped short, letting xir hand fall. A bit like touching somebody's hair, isn't it, xe scolded xemself. "Your feathers. I know a wildlife rehabilitation center in the area, though both the owls I've brought in have..." Lemon paused awkwardly. Where had xe even been going with this? "Sorry, it's not a very happy ending."

But when xe looked up at the bird person's face again, their eyes were open. Still not focused on anything, but open. Lemon's heart stuttered and xe stumbled over xemself to continue.

"I-I guess I'm trying to say I'm a bit of a bleeding heart. And I don't know how much you understand of everything happening right now, but I'm very—" Upset, xe wanted to say, but caught xemself. "I want to help."

The person's eyes remained open. Lemon breathed out slowly. It wasn't a perfect or even great form of communication, but it seemed that they were... somewhat present when they were calm. If they closed their eyes all the way, they were retreating. Some kind of severe disassociation, maybe?

"If that's alright," Lemon said gently, watching them closely for any reaction, "I'll help get you cleaned up and then get you settled to sleep. I promise I have nicer places to sleep on than the bathroom floor."

Their eyes were still open. Containing a thrill of relief, Lemon nodded and then got up. "I'm going to fill the tub with some warm water," xe said. "It's going to be a little loud."

Xe carefully took a step over the person's body, and tried avoiding their left wing while bending down to plug the tub, then get the water running.

"Had to look pretty hard for an affordable apartment that also had a bathtub," Lemon said, hoping the sound of xir voice would bring some comfort. "Showers are nice but every once in a while you need a good warm soak. Though, uh, I don't really fit in the tub all the way. Too tall." Xe glanced back at them. Their wings definitely would not fit in the tub, and probably would barely be contained while showering. A pool would probably be the most efficient way for them to bathe.

For now, Lemon stuck to wetting a towel and squeezing a bit of body wash on it. Xe turned around in the narrow space, sitting against the tub with the toilet to xir left and the bird person to the right.

"I'm going to start with your arm. Wet but nice and warm," xe told them before setting the rag against their arm. Hopefully xe were gentle enough as xe moved from the shoulder to the elbow, removing dirt and grime and—

Water squeezed out from the rag as Lemon's fist clenched around it. Pitted circular scars littered their neck and shoulders. Xe had never seen this kind of damage on a person but xe was willing to bet these were cigarette burns.

As if sensing anger, the person's eyes had gone shut. Lemon sat back and took deep breaths, hanging the dripping rag over the tub.

"I didn't mean to scare you. I'm sorry," xe said quietly. Two seconds in and xe'd already messed up, but fuck. Treating somebody like an ashtray—Xe felt xir rage building up again and closed xir eyes to let it go with practiced breaths. This wasn't the time and place, righteous as xir anger might be.

When xe spoke again, xir voice was level and evenly paced. Hopefully soothing. "I'm angry at whoever hurt you like this, not at you. I'm going to keep washing." Xe twisted to clean out the rag, a cloud of dirt and soap puffing up from it. When xe had wrung it out and turned back, the person's eyes were halfway open again.

Xe picked up their limp arm, cleaning. The landscape of their skin was riddled with different scars of varying age, many Lemon hadn't noticed from further away. The oldest ones were a shade or two darker than their skin. Lemon's jaw twitched as xe daubed dirt away, but xe managed to keep xir breathing steady with each new uncovered abuse. There were no open wounds on this arm, but their bicep had fading bruises.

Their palm had been cut open recently. Lemon stared down at three scabbed-over lines, sucking in a shuttering breath, keeping xir rage tightly clamped down. Though it was impossible, xe tried not to think about how they had gotten these.

"These must hurt, huh," was all xe said softly before getting the first aid kit out from beneath the sink and wrapping some white gauze around their hand before continuing. Xe tried to keep up a narration of what xe were doing and where xe were touching, but it was getting pretty late and xe wasn't sure they were doing a great job.

Their feet were badly bruised with lacerations in the worst of them. Lemon was hesitant to even touch xem for fear of the pain it would cause, even though the person had no discernible reaction when xe touched their bruises. Xe swabbed their feet clean as gently as possible before wrapping them too.

When the pressure cooker beeped from the kitchen, xe used it as an opportunity to go get some painkillers. Xe weren't sure about the person's swallowing capabilities, so xe crushed the pills up with the handle of a butter knife and mixed the powder in with a bit of juice. Xe coaxed it into the birdman patiently, then resumed cleaning.

When their front was as clean as xe could manage, Lemon changed out the murky water.

"Alright, um... gotta flip you over," xe said, looking at the wings. Maybe if xe pushed the couch into the kitchen there was would be enough space in the living room to lie their wings out.

Their head tilted slightly, and Lemon turned xir attention to their face, making eye contact. Xe felt a thrill of victory, then started as the person's wings began moving. They took a noticeably deeper breath, maybe collecting strength before slowly sitting forward and folding their wings in, looking like they were trying to get onto their knees.

Relief and pride burst in Lemon's chest at the show of trust. Xe wanted to shout with excitement over the development, praise them for it, but any wrong movement or word could send them back to their near-vegetable state. So xe nodded in acknowledgment and moved forward to help.

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[side-shawty]

Burn XIV (Stark!Reader)

XIV: Family Business

Fandom: Marvel (MCU)

Type: series

Prompt/Summary: Family is not just blood.

Pairing(s): Peter Parker x Stark!reader, Tony Stark x daughter!reader

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

•

The next morning you somehow found yourself a tangle of arms and legs with Peter. 

After the initial wariness of your surroundings faded you were still finding it hard to believe this was all real you relaxed into him again. You pushed your face into his chest and breathed in his calming scent as his strong arms unconsciously tightened around you. 

Your eyes slipped closed again and you were almost asleep again when the light sliding of the door opening could be heard. 

You hoped they’d go away once they saw you were both asleep but there was no such peace with the Avengers.

“Aww look at how cute they are. You owe me five bucks Sam,” Natasha spoke.

“No you owe me, I said they’d be attached at the hip within 12 hours and you said 20,” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“Okay, but I said 8 so, both of you pay up,” Bucky interrupted and it took everything in you not to look at them and roll your eyes. 

You could hear the exchange of money and Bucky’s over-enthused “Thank you,” in reply.

Peter groaned beside you and held you closer, “You guys are way too loud,” he told them, eyes still closed.

“And you’re way too stingy, can’t we see her too?” Nat said and you giggled a little at that, effectively blowing your cover.

“She’s up!” Sam said and you and Peter both sat up, rubbing at your eyes and stretching.

“She wants to go back to sleep,” you told them and they laughed lightly.

“No time for that. Time for hugs,” Nat said, coming to your side of the bed. 

Meanwhile, Peter got out of the bed and told you he’d be back with breakfast before kissing your cheek. The simple action made you giddy.

“Bleh,” Bucky fake gagged as Peter left and he and sam sat in his now vacant spot.

You hugged each of them tight, you hadn’t realized how much you missed everyone. 

“So lover boy was here all night, huh?” Sam asked wiggling his eyebrows as if he didn’t know the answer.

“Yes he was, we talked and we slept and I will take no more questions,” you crossed your arms over your chest. 

“That better be it,” Bucky said but there was no threat in his voice that warranted concern.

“Gosh, you’re really showing your age today aren’t you Buck?” Nat teased before turning to you. “Earlier he asked me what an AirPod was,” she laughed and you laughed with her.

“And here I thought you were getting the hang of this new fangled century,” you told him.

“Listen I’m trying okay, everything is so fancy for no reason,” he sulked and you laughed again.

“Seriously though kid, how are you?” Sam questioned and they all looked at you expectantly.

“In one piece,” you said honestly. “Some scrapes and bruises and a cut on the back of my neck that’ll probably scar but I’m alive,” you smiled.

“Was it a shock device?” Bucky asked darkly.

You hesitated before answering, “Yeah.”

Bucky’s metal arm flexed as he balled his hand into a fist, “I’ll fucking kill those HYDRA assholes one day.”

You placed a hand on top of his fist, “Hey,” he looked up at you, “I’m alright. Thanks to all of you I’m here and breathing. I love you guys.” 

Before you knew it they pulled you into a hug and you held back tears giving you their own declarations of love. When Peter came back in with food they all decided to let you eat in peace with your boyfriend. Peter told you the doctors would be here around one and in the meantime, you’d probably get several visitors. 

All too soon, he had to leave for the city, there was only so much school he could avoid without the possibility of not graduating on time. He left with a promise returning that evening and a soft kiss on your lips. 

Before anyone new came in you asked FRIDAY to call your mom downstairs. She helped you shower and change into sweats and one of Peter’s shirts with a wink. She told you that she would have stayed longer but Morgan would be waking up for the day soon. 

Your dad stopped by for a little after she left and after Sam and Bucky blew something up he also had to leave.

The next ones to walk through the door were Steve and Rhodey.

“Well if it isn’t two of my favorite soldiers,” you smiled as they walked in.

“As long as I’m the number one favorite I accept,” Rhodey said before gathering you into his arms for a tight hug.

When he let go Steve was next, “Keep dreaming Rhodes.” 

“Well I would tell you who my favorite was if I thought it wouldn’t hurt your feelings,” you told them as they had taken the same positions as everyone else and sat on either side of you.

“C’mon now Y/N you wouldn’t want to give the old man a heart attack.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“Anyways, how are you Y/N?” Steve asked.

“Good, healing, y’know? Seems like it’ll be a long process but I feel better than I did when I first woke up last night.”

“I’m glad to hear it, we’re only going up from here.”

“Definitely, by the way, I haven’t seen Thor, Clint, or Bruce today.”

“Thor is off-world, apparently whatever HYDRA used to brainwash Harley is similar to the mind stone so he’s trying to get it out ahead of it,” Steve told you.

“Clint had to run home, Laura is going to give birth soon and Bruce should be by later with your other doctors,” Rhodey finished.

“Ah got it. I cant wait for little Y/N to be born,” you said.

“Yeah because Barton is definitely gonna want to name is kid after the girl who put retractable grates in the vents to mess with him,” Rhodey rolled his eyes.

“Well he shouldn’t have tried to prank me on my own turf.”

“Everywhere is your turf,” Steve said.

You grinned, “Exactly.”

Steve hesitated before speaking again and his face became solemn, “Listen I’m sorry that I couldn’t do more for you that night.”

“So am I, we’re family, I should have protected you,” Rhodey added. They both let their heads hang low.

You took one of each of their hands into you, “You guys, look at me,” they obeyed, “I’m so incredibly happy right now you have no idea. A lot went wrong but I’m okay, even if I do have to spend a couple extra days in here.”

They both smiled at you and things felt okay again. They stayed for a little while longer leaving you with words of encouragement before you were once again left alone.

However, you weren’t suffocating the way you had been at HYDRA. You asked FRIDAY to project the water by the compound onto the right wall, it felt like you could finally release all the tension in your body.

Before you knew it your eyes slipped closed and you fell asleep.

——

You were awakened again by the sound of the door opening, this time Bruce and your dad walked in with —

“Well this is quite the surprise,” you said smiling.

“How could I not visit my favorite fire-wielding hero,” he spoke and made his way over to bring you into a tight hug.

Bruce hugged you next with a smile and then went over to one of the machines you had unhooked when you first woke up. Your dad gave you a kiss on the forehead and then stood beside the other scientist.

“To what do I owe the pleasure Doctor Strange?” You asked.

“You know me,” He took a seat next to you on the bed, “I love popping in and out but after I heard what happen I made sure your dad kept me in the loop. I know magic stuff keeps me busy but I am still your Godfather,” he told you.

“Mystical Godfather,” Tony threw in, “A totally made up title.”

Strange rolled his eyes and silently mocked your dad, “Still a title.”

“Debatable.”

You laughed lightly at their childishness.

“In all seriousness though, your dad ordered a full workup. He said your flames turned purple and wanted to make sure it didn’t damage your body in a non-tradition sense,” he told you and you nodded.

“So I only get a visit if my life at risk?” You asked overdramatically, throwing a hand to your forehead, “You wound me.”

“Haha, very funny. Now sit up straight while I work my … magic,” he said.

“Booo, your jokes have gotten worse since Christine got pregnant,” However, you sat up straight as he stood.

Strange was quick to begin in a flash of warm light symbols surrounded you, several of them had even went in and out of your body. 

After a few minutes, he was finished and the light and symbols faded away. His face was littered with mixed emotions.

“What is it?” You asked, concerned.

“Are you alright?” Strange asked and the question grabbed the attention of Bruce and Tony.

You were confused, “I mean aside from some injuries that might scar I feel fine.”

“Tired? Weak? Foggy mind?” Strange asked.

“Barely, it was bad when I first woke up though. What does that have to do with anything?”

“Part of what a ‘full workup’ is is looking into your soul or aura and it seems like whatever happened when you released those purple flames caused a hole,” Strange explained. 

The room was silent. All three men looked at you anxiously as you sat in shock, you weren’t sure what to say.

“So a piece of he is just poof! Gone?” Tony asked, bewildered at the idea.

“It’s a small piece but essentially, yes. There’s a chance it may come back over time but things like this are usually done only in dire situations of stress or emotional turmoil.”

“Well my situation checks all the boxes,” you said quietly to yourself.

It was then that tour father decided to move from his spot beside Bruce and wrap an arm around your shoulders. 

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“I think so, this is just a lot to process.”

He nodded and the room fell into silence once again.

“Well on the bright side,” Bruce spoke up, “It seems the damage Hydra did to your powers was temporary. If your readings are correct, you should be at 100% in no time,” he finished with a comforting smile.

“Thanks, Bruce. That actually does make me feel a little better,” you smiled with him.

After that Bruce ran a couple more tests and then the three men were gone again. However, your father did leave you your phone which you were beyond grateful for. You were playing a random game on it when Dr. Evans came to give you a quick check-up and update before leaving. 

You had a few more hours of peace before your next visitor decided to show their face, it had to be well after sunset by now. 

There were two knocks on your door and you replied for them to come in. You locked your phone and placed it on your bed as he entered and for some reason seeing him made you lose your breath.

“Harley,” you whispered.

•

NEXT CHAPTER

[hayakohaaku]

traitor | levi ackerman x reader

there was nothing more that levi loved than coming home to the arms of the girl who seemed more like home than well- home. nothing more welcoming than her sweet voice greeting him as he enters the premises of the four walls they both filled with love and compassion. he chuckles as his love rushes to give him a hug after a long day at work. “how was work, my love?” she asks as she helps him remove his gear and equipment, something that she had grown used to doing everyday for him once he arrives.

“tiring,” levi bluntly answers as he lets his arms envelope her figure. she does nothing but giggle at how clingy he was. she felt good knowing no one else has access to this side of him. her vulnerable, sweet, and loving levi. hers and all hers to keep and adore. “you smell of smoke, darling,” he just knows that her nose was now scrunched up even though he couldn’t see it. it must be because of the smoke guns they fired today for the small expedition they had. knowing she doesn’t like the smell, levi lets go of his lover and ruffles her soft hair to which she groaned and to which he smiled in amusement.

“i’ll take a shower first, alright?” she nods obediently.

and as levi strips himself off of the dirty clothing that was on him the whole day, he couldn’t help but think of his lover. his sweet sweet girl. he knows he had been lacking but nonetheless, she always understood. she always made up for the missing part he sometimes finds himself having a hard time to provide. what he would give to live a peaceful life with her outside the walls without any need of safety. what he would give to wipe out all off the monstrosity that there is to keep her safe. all for her.

she never asked for much. but he knew that if she did, he would be willing to give her the world. everything that he could give, he would. every damn thing to keep that smile on that face. everything to keep that pure and innocent soul untainted. everything to keep her safe and sound, unharmed.

the running water calmed him down from all the thoughts that his mind was oh so willingly alright to succumb to.

but then again, the same running water brought him back to reality. he got out of his bathroom only to find his home cold. no warm homecooked dinner. no sweet woman waiting for him to sit in the vanity so she could dry his hair that only she was allowed to touch. no sweet singing or humming. no sound of her fingers slowly turning the page of the book she was reading. no trace of her.

he came home to a cold home once more. and like the usual routine that he has grown accustomed to for the past year, he slept after taking a shower. even when he closed his eyes, he could see her face. even in his dreams, her voice haunted him. waking up every day was exceptionally hard for levi knowing she just was not there anymore.

she just was not his anymore.

it was the same old routine for him since last year. today they had another expedition. and he somehow found himself hating it over the past few months. he hated it because expeditions meant days or even a week long of not seeing her. he watched as members bid possibly their last farewell to the ones they loved.

“tch, what a waste of time,” he hissed. “let them be, levi. they’re not as reliable as you. they might not make it alive so they might as well make the most of it,” hange smiled as she got on her horse.

levi didn’t really think that bidding goodbye is a waste of time. because if it was, then he wished he wasted more time than what was intended.

“here,” hange handed him a single tulip that she had found. levi stared at it before taking it.

he looked back and remembered how he was just like the people he was looking right at.

—

“when will you be back?” she whispered as she layed beside him in bed. his eyes were now closed and his head laid on her chest as she played with his raven hair. “a few days time,” he murmured. “try to come back without any wounds this time, please,” his eyes opened at her words. she truly did hate it whenever he got hurt. no one could ever touch a single strand on his head or give him even the smallest scratch.

“i will,” he promises. “stay up for a little longer with me, will you? i’ll miss you,” god, how she loved him.

—

“take care, darling,” she gives him a peck on the lips. “i’ve got to go, love,” levi whispers into the hug he was giving her. looking at his comrades and erwin who was now calling him over. “alright. keep yourself safe please,” he nods before walking away from her and onto his horse. he leans over her direction once more to see her smiling warmly while waving her hand subtly. he gives her a reassuring nod before facing forward as the gates open for their deathly exit.

—

he makes it back alive once more like he promised and like how everyone else expected. he had once more fulfilled his duty of protecting his people. there was nothing more he wanted than to see her waiting by the gates for his arrival once more. his heart fills with slight sadness when he saw she wasn’t anywhere to be found. she never once missed his arrival. he dismissed it for now as he still has to go over the details of the expedition with erwin and other important men of higher status.

after the meeting, he was getting ready to go home when suddenly, a soldier comes up to him. “corporal levi, sir.” he gives a salute and levi looks at him with confusion. “corporal. your wife, sir,” his ears perks up at the mention of his lover, excited to know her whereabouts.

“she has passed, sir.”

he had dropped the documents he was holding. his knees felt like giving up. was this some sort of joke? the soldier explained how she was found in the premises of their home with a few stabs on her chest. it had been a robbery and she fought back causing the suspect to stab her in order for the break-in to not be disrupted.

—

“hange,” he called out to which she responded by humming.

“it’s not— a waste of time,” he says.

it’s not a waste of time and if given the chance, he would’ve said his goodbyes longer or if possible, stayed at home with her to avoid permanent goodbyes.

for the last time, he looks back at the soldiers bidding their farewells.

and in the back of his mind,

“for some time in my life, i too had someone to say goodbye and hope to come home to.”

[slasherbastard]

May I ask for 31, 41, and 52 from the prompts for either Vincent or Brahms, whoever you want to choose. I hope you're doing well:))

(gif credit: stabhappyslashers)

Warning: Self Harm, Angst, Swearing,  Word count: 2120 Notes: Trigger warning,, this work is mostly about self harm so if you’re uncomfortable please don’t read it. Also “Y/N” is gender neutral in this

A string of curses fell from Vincent’s mouth as the shower water hit his thighs, stinging as the water fell in a light shade of an orangey-red. He tried to ignore the pain as he grabbed some shampoo and massaged it through his hair, trying to promise himself that this would be the last time - but that’s what he’d said last time. Vincent doesn’t fully know what caused his relapse but here he was assuming it was stress. The stress of expanding the wax museum to the whole town, although it’s a team effort it was still hard when he was the one making sure the figures looked human enough. It was also hard when Bo criticised everything Vince did, especially when he was still learning.

“What the hell is that? They’re supposed to look real, not like whatever that is. Do it again.”

There were times when Vincent wished he could talk back to his brother but even if he could he knew Bo wouldn’t have it and the scars would be worse. Vincent bit his cheek and groaned in pain as a sharp sting came from his leg again, moving himself so that only his head was hitting the water, a few drops trickling down his body and narrowly avoiding the scars. He had his eye tightly shut so he could also avoid seeing the scars that littered his upper thighs, they repulsed him but it was too late and they didn’t look like scratches that would fade in a few weeks or a few days if he was lucky.

Half an hour later he was out of the shower and trying to avoid staring at his legs as he slipped on a pair of sweatpants. Looking up and catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror made him freeze for a few seconds, he stared at the chunks of hair sticking to the scarred side of his face and pushed it behind his ear. He felt nothing but pure disgust as he stared into that foggy mirror at himself, how could someone ever love someone as disgusting as me? It scared him to think like that but he couldn't help it. He really couldn't see what you saw in him, he's a cold hearted killer and you're possibly the nicest person he's ever met - although the bar is pretty low, Vincent's definition of a nice person is someone who doesn't treat him the way his brother treats him, like shit. The only person’s company that Vincent enjoyed was yours. Ever since his parent's passing and being stuck in a town where the only person who could tolerate him was his abusive twin brother, Vincent felt so alone - that was until he met you. He really couldn't believe that someone like you existed, but what would you think if you found out about his secret?

A sudden knock on the bathroom door interrupted Vincent’s thoughts. He stepped out and grabbed a towel and quickly wrapped it around his waist as he waited for his brother to bang on the door and yell at him for not answering straight away but instead, he heard your voice. “Vincent?”

He opened the bathroom door and smiled as your face came into view. “Hey Vince, are you coming to bed soon?"

"S-Soon." He managed to get out, Y/N smiled at Vincent and leaned in, kissing him through the space in the door before leaving him to finish getting ready for bed. Vincent closed the door and his smile faded out. He took one last look in the mirror before and left, catching up to you as you finished descending the stairs.

---

You fell beside Vincent and he melted into your chest as you stroked his hair, he pulled the blankets over the two of you and snuggled up closer to you. "Hey Vincent?" Vincent looked up at you and made a 'mhmm' noise. "I don't want to seem like I'm rushing things but are we ever going to- you know, do it?"

Vincent widened his eyes and you quickly began apologising until he held up a hand and let out a mumbled laugh. "Okay. It's okay." He paused and tried to collect his words but he struggled. He didn't want to say yes because he knew you'd be disgusted by him and his scars, but if he said no then you'd be hurt and possibly leave him. Either way, one of you was gonna hurt. Vincent let go of you. "Tired."

"Oh. Uh, goodnight." You fisted the blanket and pulled it close for warmth before almost instantly falling asleep while Vincent laid there, questioning the choice he made and the things you said. Did you really want to have sex with him? No, that can't be. Vincent watched you sleep beside him as he moved a hand down to his leg and pressed down on his left upper thigh through his sweatpants and winced, quickly glancing up at you to make sure you were still asleep. He removed his hand and continued to watch you as his eyes began to drop and he fell asleep beside you.

The next morning Vincent woke up alone. He pulled himself out of bed and slipped on one a sweater that was lying on the floor and headed upstairs to the kitchen where you were making breakfast. "Vince! I'm making bacon and eggs, come on!" Vincent joined you in the kitchen and got out enough plates and utensils for three and set everything up on counter. "Oh, Bo isn't here. He's out looking for trouble." You let out a laugh and brought the pan over to the counter and dropped the food onto two of the plates before putting the pan in the sink and dousing it in water.

The two of you ate mostly in silence except for the occasional crunch from the bacon. "About last night-" You both looked up at as the front door opened and Bo walked in. "Hey Bo, I didn't realise you'd be back this early. Do you want me to make you some breakfast?"

"Nope, I'm just here to grab some supplies n' then I'm gone again."

You waited until Bo had disappeared upstairs before turning back to Vincent. "I-I can wait if you're not ready, it really doesn't bother me." Vincent just nodded in response and continued eating, thinking about the interaction between you and Bo. He just knew that you liked Bo more than him, it was so fucking obvious. Vincent finished his breakfast before you and dumped his plate and utensils in the sink just as Bo was coming downstairs holding a duffle bag. Vincent stepped out in front of Bo and stared at him. "What'cha want, freak?" Bo chuckled to himself and stepped to the side but Vincent followed him.

"D-D-D-"

"D-D-D- What? What the fuck do you want?" Bo started growing more aggressive, that's when Vincent shoved him into the ground and pounced on him, repeatedly punching and kneeing him. Bo threw him off and quickly stood up, Vincent following his actions. Bo reached up to his face and touched his cheek, he wiped the blood that coated his fingertips on his coveralls and picked the bag up again and slung it over his shoulder. "I'll be back late, don't wait up for me, asshole." He muttered the last part under his breath just loud enough for Vincent to hear, as soon as Bo left you turned to Vincent with a disappointed and shocked expression on your face.  

"What the hell, Vince? He didn't do anything." Vincent ignored you and ran upstairs, hoping you wouldn't follow him as he locked himself in the bathroom and grabbed the second best thing to a knife, his razor. He knew it couldn't do as much damage as the knife but a razor sure still hurt like a bitch. He did what he felt like he had to do, small trickles of blood forming over the cuts from last night. He wished he stop, he wanted to, but he couldn't. All he did was disappoint everyone around him, this was for the best. Vincent slid down and sat on the cool tiles and watched the blood pool and drip off his leg onto the floor, he knew what nobody liked him but this wasn't one of those situations where he could run away to a new town and restart his life. Vincent was cursed with the face he has and no mask could ever make him feel human or deserving of anything. "Vincent?"

History repeated itself. A knock on the door interrupted Vincent. "Vince it's me, open the door." Bo's voice was quiet, it was a side of him that Vincent thought died with his innocence. "Please. I want to talk. I promise I ain't gonna hurt 'ya."

Vincent watched the door as he backed up into the furthest wall which wasn't that far since the bathroom was pretty small. "N-No!" Vincent reached for the towel above him and tried to cover up his legs but it was too late. Bo had broken down the door and the sight made him freeze and even worse, you were standing behind him with wide glassy eyes. Vincent tried to open his mouth but he couldn't, he tried to speak but he couldn't. Bo took a step back and tried to process what was happening before him, he was fine with blood but seeing Vincent partially covered in it made him feel weird. You pushed past him and ran to Vincent's side, Vincent looked like he was going to faint either from shock or blood loss. "Vince? Vince? Hey, stay with me."

"Please."

"What is it? Anything-"

"Please don't l-look at me." Vincent's eyes closed, you looked back at Bo and started ordering him to get Vincent into the basement while you looked for whatever could help Vincent, since Ambrose doesn't have a hospital - and even if it did, it would still be completely useless. You tried not to cry as you gathered your equipment, painkillers, bandages, medical tape, towels, alcohol, all that good stuff. How did you not see this? How did Vincent get away with this? How long has he been doing this? You threw everything onto the table and watched as Bo placed Vincent on the bed, you quickly wiped away your tears and started tending to the wounds while Bo watched.

After playing medic for a good 15 minutes the surgery was a success - it wasn't too bad, Vincent thankfully didn't need stitches - you threw the bloody towels aside and threw the blanket over Vincent and turned to Bo. "Did you know about this?"

Bo was silent. You rolled your eyes and turned back to Vincent and stroked his forehead, moving the hair out of his face. "He used to, but I didn't realise he started again or that it was this bad."

You bit your lip and got up from the bed, rubbing your head and looking at Bo. "How long has he been doing this?"

"Since mom died, I think."

"I'll talk to him when he wakes up." Bo nodded and left you alone to wait for Vincent to wake up. You didn't have to wait long, he ended up shooting up and scaring the crap out of you about an hour or so later. "Why are you doing this to yourself?"

Vincent looked at you confused. "What?"

"The- where did all these scars come from?"

Vincent's expression faded and he looked down. "I don't-" Vincent grew quiet for a few seconds. "I don't want to be like this."

"Be like what, Vince?"

"Me." It was just one word but it caused you so much pain. You loved Vincent more than anything in this world and the thought of losing him hurt - you never had to think about losing him, just the realisation threw you back. "I am disgusting." He mumbled.

"Vincent. No. You're not disgusting." You felt useless just saying that but you were lost. "Vincent. I can't lose you. I know that I can't say anything that'll make you stop and this won't stop overnight, is there anything I can do right now?" you swore Vincent could hear your heart through your chest as it felt like it was going to burst out like it does in Looney Tunes, Vincent took your hand and looked at you.

"I w-will try." You smiled and he pulled you in, careful not to touch his legs.

"I'm here for you, Vince. I swear I'm never going to leave you - especially for Bo." you jokingly made a disgusted face at the mention of Bo causing the two of you to quietly laugh. "You're way too important."

[khaotic-kitsunes]

Nerves

Ahh, an oldie but a goodie as they say. Well, at least, I hope they can say that about this ahhaha

Cheeky Kitsune 🦊💋

 “Ya look so good like that baby”

   You whined softly at Taishiro’s praise, squirming beneath his touch while he watched with greedy eyes. He found it adorable how you were trying to cover yourself with your arms as he teased your dripping folds with his fingers, dragging gasps and whimpers from your parted lips.

 “Quit it…” Your words were soft and half-hearted as he continued to shower you with praises, you weren’t sure if he was just being nice because it was your first time or if he was just, always, this nice. Either way, you weren’t quite sure how to react.

 “What’s wrong? Doesn’t my cute omega want to know when she’s makin’ her alpha happy?” Taishiro questioned, leaning down to nibble on your ear faintly, pulling a soft gasp past your lips. There was no way that was supposed to feel so nice, you wanted to lean your head back, to show him that you were completely at his mercy but thankfully, your embarrassment kept you from doing so.

 “Mm ya make the cutest sounds, gets me real hard for you baby” He whispered into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine while his finger began to rub against your entrance firmly, causing your body to jolt in surprise.

 The size difference between the two of you left you more than a little nervous with just how big his fingers would feel inside of you. Let alone his dick, or his knot.

   “…Do ya wanna back out baby?”

   Taishiro sat back slowly, a tender look in his eyes while he moved his hand to your thigh instead, rubbing small, soothing circles in an attempt to calm you down. Your scent had began to change from the deliciously sweet scent it had been a moment ago; it would leave Taishiro a bad taste in his mouth if he pressured you into anything, he wanted to be sure you were ready for this.

 “No…I don’t! I just…I’m…” You trailed off nervously, pursing your lips while you tried to think of the best way to voice how nervous you felt. Taishiro was big and you, in comparison, were tiny. You were fairly certain that anyone in their right mind would be nervous in this situation.

 “Nervous?” Taishiro finished softly, flashing you a reassuring smile, his fingers returning to your slick covered folds, teasing gently. He should have realised that from the beginning but it reassured him to know you did want to be with him like this.

 “Who wouldn’t be?” You mumbled, laughing awkwardly as you tried to hide the pleased moan that wanted to slip out.

 “Ya know I’ll be gentle with ya” He assured, moving his free hand to your cheek, cupping it tenderly before leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead, his scent washing over you and causing you to relax.

 “I’d say we skip this but I think ya need the prep baby” He chuckled quietly, making you gasp and squeal faintly when he pushed one of his fingers inside of you slowly, wiggling it as he did so. You were more than wet enough for it not to sting but it was an odd feeling, having his finger inside of you so suddenly.

 Taishiro smiled as he got an idea, removing his finger before lifting you against his body, repositioning the both of you so that he was sitting against the headboard with you nestled in his lap, his fingers between your thighs.

 “Gummy…what are you doing?” You questioned, gulping nervously as you felt him kiss along your neck, his finger pushing inside of you once more. You were thankful he couldn’t watch each of your reactions but this position wasn’t something you had been expecting from the alpha behind you.

 “Figured it’d help ya, if I touch you like this for a while” Taishiro hummed, his free hand coming up to your chest, fingers brushing against your nipple, making you whine softly, your hips rocking to match the thrusts of his finger.

 You didn’t bother to respond to him, instead merely choosing to enjoy the way he touched you, how gentle he was being in an attempt to settle your nerves. You wouldn’t voice it aloud but having him behind you like this helped you settle down. It felt more intimate, easier for you to relax with your strong alpha behind you, supporting you and trying to make you feel as comfortable as possible.

 “Ya like this baby girl?” He questioned quietly, nibbling on the spot behind your ear faintly as he began to move his finger faster, curling it slightly to make you cry out in surprise, your hands moving to grab at his arm, holding on tightly.

 “Fuck, ya do, don’t ya?” He demanded quietly, brushing his thumb against your clit teasingly, pulling a whine from your lips, your eyes beginning to haze over with desire from the way he teased you.

 “Such a good girl, nice an’ relaxed now aren’t ya? Taking my finger so eagerly…it ain’t even my dick but your hips are movin’ on their own” He remarked, his tone amazed while you squirmed against him, turning your head to look up at him desperately. The way he was fingering you was better than you could ever hope to accomplish on your own, you weren’t completely innocent after all.

 While you hadn’t had sex yet, you had most certainly touched yourself, but there was only so much you could do, without the help of toys or a partner. Having Taishiro touch you like this meant he could reach deeper inside of you, fill you more until you were left with no choice but to beg him for more.

 “Shit, baby girl…this ain’t enough for ya is it?” He questioned, groaning when he felt your nails begin to bite into his skin from the way you held onto his arm. Judging from the look in your eyes, you were more than ready for the next part.

 “Gummy…alpha” You cooed, your voice sweet like honey while your tongue darted out over your lips, wetting them. Your embarrassment from before was almost completely forgotten about, instead replaced with the need for your alpha to bury his knot deep inside of you.

 “You want somethin’ from me? Say it baby girl, tell me what you want” Taishiro encouraged, his voice low and husky, wondering if you would actually ask him for what you were oh-so-clearly craving.

 You pouted faintly as you leaned up, licking along the shell of his ear faintly, a smile tugging at the edge of your lips at the fact you could smell him much better from your current position.

 “Alpha…I need you” You paused, biting at his ear while you rocked your hips down against his hand, whining at the pleasure his touch brought you, loving the way his thumb pressed against your sensitive clit.

 “Alpha, I need you so badly…I want your knot, I wanna be full” You whispered, chewing on your bottom lip nervously when you heard the deep, guttural groan that escaped the man behind you.

 Before you could even think of continuing, of begging him for what you needed, he removed his finger and moved you so that you were on your hands and knees, the tip of his throbbing dick pressing up against your dripping folds, pulling a gasp past your lips.

 Reality seemed to slap you out of your lust-driven haze, nerves setting in once more at just how big your alpha was compared to you.

 “Fuck, baby girl, such an invitation…beggin’ me like that an’ then bein’ so fucking wet” Taishiro remarked, his large hands settling on your hips, pulling you back so that he could keep you steady.

 “Alpha…” You trailed off, pausing as you tried to think of a way to ask him not to listen to his instincts just yet. You realised that you probably shouldn’t have wound him up like that but at the same time, you hadn’t exactly been thinking properly, it was an accident.

   “Shh, baby, don’t worry about a thing. I’ll be real gentle with ya”

   His calm voice helped you relax instantly, trusting him to take care of you as much as he possibly could. He was big, it was going to hurt but that wasn’t really avoidable, the best Taishiro could do, was to be as gentle as he could.

 You whimpered out as you felt him push into you, stretching you around his thick erection, filling you until you could take no more. He didn’t want to push you until the pain was over with, so the fact he could only fit half of his dick inside of you currently didn’t bother him too much. He just needed you to relax, to adjust to his size.

 “Fuck…” He breathed out a shaky breath, closing his eyes while trailing kisses along your back, trying to distract you from the pain, the new and unfamiliar feeling of his dick inside of your much smaller body. After this, it would be pleasurable, after tonight, he could claim you and fuck you without worry. For tonight however, he needed to be patient.

 “Taishiro…you’re huge” You whined out, pouting as you peeked back at him, your eyes watering from the stinging sensation that was slowly beginning to die down.

 “Baby girl, I’m only halfway inside of ya” He chuckled, flashing you a tense smile, trying not to think about just how good it felt to have you wrapped around him like this. It was hard, that’s for sure. Almost as hard as he was for you. Almost.

 “…Well…I can’t say I’m hating the idea of having all of you inside me…” You trailed off, averting your gaze as your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. You couldn’t help but wonder where the sudden boldness had come from, perhaps it was because he was already inside of you but you found that you didn’t care about saying such a thing.

 “Baby girl, if ya talk like that, I’m gonna have to give ya everythin’ I’ve got” Taishiro warned, grinning down at you while his hips moved slightly, making you gasp out when he slid into you a little more. It was a bit much but it didn’t hurt, you were just feeling very full at the moment.

 “Ya ready baby? For your alpha…?” He questioned, grinning at the way you whined out desperately, grinding your hips back against him, pushing him into you further. Taishiro let out a low groan as he pulled out from you slowly, stopping when the tip of his dick was pressed up against your folds before burying himself inside of you, only this time, he didn’t stop until every inch of him was inside of you.

 Except of course, his knot, which merely pressed up against your folds, making you very aware there would be more to come soon enough. Taishiro was determined to fill you completely, he wouldn’t dare leave his cute little omega craving more.

 Taishiro groaned low as he moved his hips hard, filling you completely with each thrust of his hips. The emptiness you felt each time he pulled out was strange but you couldn’t stop the whimpers of pleasure when he pushed back into you.

 Your hips moved back against his eagerly, moans spilled from your lips as you buried your face against the bedsheets, embarrassed by the quiet whispers and groans of praise from the alpha above you. He was spoiling you with kind words and you knew that he was aware of it, that he was doing it on purpose. He loved to be sweet to you, a terrible addiction to say the least.

   “Baby girl, ya have any idea how good it feels? Being inside ya? I almost want ya to take my knot”

   You cried out in pleasure as his thrusts grew stronger, his dick torturously rubbing against your sweet spot while his knot teased your folds, big and throbbing, a preview of how tight a fit it would be when he buried it inside of you.

 His words had your body hot, your mind hazy and your mouth dry. The promise of your alpha’s knot was almost too good to be true but you knew by the way he was grinding it up against you; he wanted to knot you.

 Probably about as much as you wanted him to knot you, if you wanted to put any thought into it.

 “Alpha, alpha please” You mumbled out your desires into the bedsheets, desperately grinding yourself back against him until Taishiro pushed you into the bed further, slamming into you until finally, his knot pushed into you.

 You choked out a broken moan as you felt his knot, it stung, spreading you more than his dick had but at the same time, the feeling had your walls clenching around him desperately, heat beginning to build in the pit of your stomach. It felt so good, having his knot inside of you and though it meant he had to rut up against you instead, grinding his dick against your sweet spot while he neared his own orgasm, you didn’t care.

 You gasped out, lifting your head to take in much needed oxygen, your moans and cries of pleasure leaving you more than a little breathless as your orgasm rocked through your body, your eyes squeezing shut. It was intense, having your alpha above you, his hips flush against your body as he tried to push his knot deeper, not wanting it to slip out as it inflated fully, locking him inside of you while he released his seed.

 Your chest heaved with effort as you pressed your forehead against the bed, your eyes still closed while you took a moment to regain yourself, trying not to focus on the feeling of Taishiro filling you with his hot cum. You could feel it, every time his knot throbbed inside of you, you knew he was filling you up.

 You weren’t entirely sure how long Taishiro’s knot would last but you did know it would be a messy experience.

 “Ya took my knot so well baby” Taishiro cooed from above you, slowly moving your bodies so that he was sitting against the headboard once more, his arms around your midsection, keeping you nice and close while you were joined together.

 “Aw come on, why did you have to say that?” You whined out softly, pouting as he chuckled from behind you, pressing light kisses to your neck and shoulder, his fingers tapping against your stomach lightly.

 “Because it’s true. Ya did take my knot well…and when it goes down, I think I wanna try something on the kitchen table” He mused, nuzzling your neck tenderly, enjoying the warmth your body gave off.

 “The kitchen table…?” You frowned slightly, pursing your lips as you tried to figure out what your alpha could possibly want to try in there; he couldn’t possibly want to defile where you ate. At least, you hoped he didn’t want to defile where you ate.

 “Yeah, I have all my meals there, you’re included in that baby girl”